#day 30: Collaring/Dirty talks

[medusapelagia]

Harringrove Kinktober Day 30: Dirty talking

Rating: Explicit  Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove  WT: porn without plot, collaring (maybe), dirty talks, verbal humiliation, vague mention to attempted noncon, homophobic language, mild degradation WC: 1586

Billy sighs and sits on the couch he and Steve have bought from the thrift store. It’s an awful orange but it’s comfy and big enough to be used for an adult to sleep (who is usually Eddie or Billy himself) that's why they bought it in the first place and then put it in the middle of their little living room.

Fuck.

He is still dirty from grease and oil from work and Steve will scold him as soon as he will see him, but he is so fucking tired that he doesn’t give a shit.

It doesn’t matter if he is the more experienced mechanic at work, they always look at him with disdain since Steve brought him lunch at work one day and they kissed, thinking that no one was seeing them.

Billy quickly found out that they weren’t as lonely as he thought and even if no one dared to call him a fairy after he broke Jackson’s nose, everyone started to treat him differently and give him the shittiest job.

Not that Billy could really complain, even if their apartment is small and in the worst neighborhood, they barely made enough to afford it so he can’t put up a fight and risk losing a certain income.

Fuck them.

Fuck them all.

“You ok?”

Billy turns toward Steve, who has entered the living room with two bags full of groceries and Billy hasn’t even noticed.

“Long day.” he tells him, without going into details.

Steve nods and says nothing about the fact that he hasn’t even showered and he is sitting on their couch with his work clothes on.

“You ok?” Billy asks back and Steve nods, while putting away the groceries but doesn’t look at him, so Billy gets up and turns Steve’s face until they are looking at each other in the eyes “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, pretty boy.” Billy scolds him, moving his thumb against Steve’s lower lip “You know that I don’t like it.”

“I’m fine, I swear.”

Billy gets closer, nuzzling his neck “Where have you been?”

“To the grocery store?”

“Liar. You smell of alcohol and cologne. Where have you been?”

Have you cheated on me? That’s the true question that Billy would like to ask, because deep down he knows that he is not enough for anyone, especially for someone like Steve.

“We went to have a couple of drinks. The guys and I.”

The guys. Steve’s teammate. Billy still can’t believe that Steve turned down a complete scholarship to live with him in their cheap apartment.

“Did you have fun? Did you meet someone?”

“Fuck you. You know I wouldn’t do something like that, do you?” Steve growls.

“Do I know?” Billy asks him with a smirk, grabbing Steve’s hair and making him expose his neck even more.

“Did you cheat on me? That’s what happened? Are you a little slut? Eager to get in everyone's pants?”

“Fuck you.” Steve repeats, his cheeks red with embarrassment and anger.

“Oh I will, but thank you for proposing.” Billy grins, dragging Steve toward the couch with no grace; Steve almost bounces on the couch, such is the force that Billy uses to shove him.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” But Billy is already straddling him, licking his face like a big dog and grinding on him, sending sparkles in their veins when their dicks collide.

“Billy?!” Steve asks, confused and aroused, but Billy doesn’t stop, he keeps licking, kissing, and biting every inch of Steve’s skin, he wants to mark him as his property, no one should ever get closer to him, he wants everyone to knows that Steve is already fully taken, that there is someone that is not scared to leave love bites on his skin.

“Billy…” Steve tries to protest, but his objections are weak and full of moaning.

“I want to mark you up, baby. I want everyone to know that you are mine. That I’m the only one allowed to do this.” with that he lowers himself, opens Steve’s pants, and laps at Steve’s dick teasing him.

“Fuck… Billy…”

Steve is a moaning mess under him by the time Billy finally takes him into the hot velvet of his mouth,

Steve tries to thrust into his mouth, but Billy’s tight grip on his hips makes it difficult so he has to accept that he has no control and all he can do is take what Billy is willing to give him.

Billy feels Steve’s muscles dart under his expert tongue, so he frees his dick with a loud pop, and Steve glares at him offended.

“What? You don’t want me to think that you are an eager slut, do you?”

But Steve at this moment feels exactly like an eager slut.

“Did you lose your words, pretty boy? Too many thoughts in that silly head of yours? Or maybe there is just one thought, uh?”

Steve nods “Come. Let me come. Please.”

Billy smirks “I love it when you beg, baby. Can you beg a little more for me?”

Steve will do whatever Billy asks him to so he starts a litany of prayers that are like music for Billy’s ear.

“So pretty. And you are mine. Tell me that you are my little slut.” he asks Steve, removing his pants and his underwear.

“I’m yours.”

“My what?”

“I… I’m your little slut.”

Billy grins and then puts his own fingers into his mouth, licking them until they are covered in spit, then he starts to circle Steve’s rim.

“Billy…” the boy begs him while Billy bends Steve’s legs toward his chest and Steve quickly grabs them, holding himself spread and open for his boyfriend.

“Billy…”

“My little slut…” he whispers again on his skin, penetrating him with a finger.

Steve jolts at the intrusion, but quickly accepts it and starts to push against Billy’s hand harder and harder.

“Tsk, you really are a slut. Should I leave you some money after I fuck you stupid? That’s what you are looking for?”

Steve shakes his head.

“No, what? Are you not a slut?”

“Only for you."

And damn if it doesn’t get exactly to the center of Billy's cold heart.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.” he whispers on Steve's skin, then he spits on Steve’s hole and his dick before starting to thrust inside him slower but relentlessly until he bottoms out and his balls collide with Steve’s ass.

“So full…” Steve moans.

“Yeah? Is it nice?”

Steve nods, unable to talk and Billy starts to gently move in a rocking motion until Steve starts to beg for more.

“Harder. Harder.” he begs and Billy can’t really deny him anything when he is like that so he gives him what he asked for, latching on his neck like a vampire leaving dark blue hickeys around his neck.

“Mine…” he growls in his ears, before biting it playfully “All mine…” he whispers.

“All yours… your little slut.”

And the admission makes Billy come so hard inside Steve that he almost collapses against the other boy.

“My little slut…” he whispers in awe while he tries to regain his breath.

Steve lowers his legs and hugs him While Billy is still deep inside him holding him tight against his chest and letting the fast rhythm of his heartbeat be a lullaby in Billy’s ear.

“Now would you like to tell me what happened?”

“Why do you smell like alcohol and cologne?”

Steve sighs “I told you. I had a drink with the boys.” but that’s not the entire story, Billy can tell.

“What else?”

“Tommy… he… tried something.”

Fucking Hagan, always snooping around his boy “What kind of something?”

“Nothing you have to worry about. I handled it.”

“Steve. What kind of something?”

“He tried to kiss me, ok? So I poured my whisky on his stupid head and some of the drink spilled on me and I tried to hide the smell with some cologne. Not that it worked in any case.”

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

Steve chuckles “No, baby, you will not try to kill the son of the rector of the institute.”

“He can’t do what the hell he wants to do only because he thinks he is entitled to it!”

“And he will not. I’m not a damsel in distress, did you forget that?”

Billy did not. Steve is strong and fierce but he can’t hide his sorrow at the thought of someone like Tommy Hagan putting his dirty paws on Steve’s beautiful skin.

“You know what? I’ll put a fucking collar on you, with a tag that says owned by Billy Hargrove.”

“Oh, yeah, that will be absolutely a normal thing to wear in class.” Steve chuckles, but Billy is even more determined to mark him as his so he keeps leaving hickeys on Steve’s golden skin and when he finally feels satisfied Steve’s neck has a necklace of hickeys.

“You are a fucking beast.”

“And you are mine. My little slut.” he tells him, finally moving away, but Steve grabs his arm, kissing him deeply and whispering on his skin “Your little slut. Only yours. Forever.”

[tojipie]

- masterlist ! <3 -

✮ = nsfw

˚ ✧ = sfw

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toji fushiguro (jjk) ˚ ✧ ───────────

“realistic” hcs ˚ ✧ (fluff, mentions of alc & smoking, angst)

under the weather ˚ ✧ (sick reader, fluff, airhead toji, drabble)

hurt feelings ˚ ✧ (blue collar toji, hurt/comfort, major angst, fluff)

freaky on camera ✮ (toji x reader x shiu, jealousy, exhibitionism)

too big for condoms ✮ (asshole!toji)

just a sprain ˚ ✧ (doctor reader, first-time parent toji, fluff, brief mentions of injury)

hand kink drabble <3 ✮

tip the scale (shiu x reader x toji) ✮ (gentleman! shiu, asshole! toji, blowjobs, soft and loving!, semi-public, creampie, minimal degradation, praise)

eiffel tower (shiu x reader x toji) ✮ (heavy nsfw, fem reader, praise, filming, spit-roasting, eiffel tower position, threesome, bj, face fucking, cumming on face)

morning wood ✮ (heavy nsfw, dry humping, masturbation)

his first big title ˚ ✧ (mma fighter au, violence, injury, blood, objectification of reader by stranger)

‘58 impala ✮ (mechanic toji AU, car sex, semi-public)

hurting your feelings (crybaby gf) ˚ ✧ (anxiety, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff)

halloween w/ dilf!toji ˚ ✧

his marlboro reds ˚ ✧ (smoking)

shopping w/ dilf!toji ˚ ✧

his favorite thing to do to you ✮ (dilf!toji)

dilf! toji hcs ✮ (nsfw, alc + weed, anal)

getting caught ✮ (heavy nsfw, dilf toji, caught fucking, college aged reader)

getting caught pt. 2 ✮ (dilf toji, college aged reader)

rough sex w/ dilf!toji ✮

toji bringing you to get your nails done ✮

teaching you how to drive ˚ ✧ (fluff)

3:30 pt. 2 ✮ (car blowjob, semi public, slight temperature play, age gap, teasing, slight exhibitionism)

3:30 ✮ (dilf toji, age gap)

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prison boyfriend series (toji) ˚ ✧ ─────────

phone calls w/ prison bf!toji ˚ ✧

visiting hours + bringing him gifts ˚ ✧ (fluff)

conjugal visits ✮ (semi- public (in a closet), facial)

jealousy ˚ ✧ (violence, objectification of reader by stranger)

little present ✮ (panty kink, mentions of violence, jerking off)

facetime sex ! ✮

how the two of you met ✮ (car sex)

how prison changes him ˚ ✧ (major angst, ptsd)

going clubbing w/ him ˚ ✧ (alcohol)

the day he went away ˚ ✧ (angst, hurt/comfort, verbal fighting)

headcanons ! ˚ ✧ (major fluff)

welcome home <3 ✮ (fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, road head, multiple rounds, swallowing, creampie, dirty talk)

bundle of joy ˚ ✧ (fluff, girl-dad! toji)

filling in the gaps ˚ ✧ (angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of cheating)

trust ✮ (brief piv smut, angst, jealousy, unrequited love, getting walked in on, objectification reader by stranger, fluff, hurt/comfort)

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toji x crybaby reader ˚ ✧ ───────────

credits ˚ ✧ (hurt/comfort, fluff, severely introverted reader, established relationship, soft toji, social anxiety)

comfort ✮ (establish relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, light smut)

toji w/ a crybaby gf ˚ ✧ (anxiety, hurt/comfort, fluff)

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truck driver toji ˚ ✧ ─────────────

truck driver toji hcs ˚ ✧

his favorite things to gift you ˚ ✧

who gets the aux? ˚ ✧

listening to your own music ˚ ✧

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suguru geto (jjk) ˚ ✧ ──────────

nurse geto <3 ˚ ✧ (fluff, hospital au, established relationship, can be read as fem or gn reader, angst, hurt/comfort)

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ryomen sukuna (jjk) ˚ ✧ ──────────

drabble ! ˚ ✧ (size difference, fluff)

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[theonemeathead]

Sniper x Reader, "Say My Name"

[NSFW!!] im soooo normal about sniper from tf2. ive actually had this fic sitting around for a while, just keep forgetting to post it!

tws for the use of the word 'sheila', implied fem reader. enjoy!

You had no idea how it had gotten to this point. One moment you were laughing, cutting up with everyone over a game of cards, next thing, you were in a full-blown heated argument with your lover. Hardly, did you and Sniper ever truly argue, and when you did, it was normally you fussing at him, and him, sitting there, calm and level-headed, listening. There were a few outlier moments (like all long-term relationships), where things got bad, but never like this.

Now, you were standing in his camper, both of you spatting at each other as it escalated from frustration to a full-on screaming match. And it didn't seem to get any better. Sniper had said something during the game and it set you off for the night; Something about how 'he can see the looks you give the others'. Now, you understood Sniper was possessive, but the way he snapped at you earlier had stuck with you. And the worst part? He didn't even say sorry. You knew it was irrational to be upset, but things had been piling up for days, and this was the breaking point; The final drop of water into a cracking dam of emotions.

"Don't give me that, sheila, I'm not in the mood," He turned his back to you, waving you off with his hand as he marched towards the fridge. It always bothered you when he seemed disinterested in your arguments.

"Oh, you're not in the mood? What about me? What about how I feel?!" You huffed, crossing your arms. You waited for him to respond, slightly trembling with anger as he seemed to dismiss you, inspecting the label of a beer he found instead. "You accuse me of being disloyal and then ignore me? That's unfair, and you know it—"

"It's not an accusation if I'm tellin' the truth, yeah? Crikey, I see the way the doc treats ya on the battlefield, sheila, I'm not bloody blind!" He slammed the glass bottle on the counter, whipping around to face you with such ferocity that, for the first time ever, you had actually feared him. You stood your ground, shrinking slightly as he stomped towards you, his voice getting louder and angrier as he did. "And I ignored it, brushed it off as simple banter, yeah? But when he started touchin' ya, feelin' up on what's mine?"

"He doesn't 'feel up on me', Sniper. He's doing a rushed medical examination, I would know if it was sexually charged." You bit back, a slight snarl forming on your lips. Sniper froze. You never called him by his title, only when you were really upset. You knew it got to him, would agitate him more.

"That's not my name, roo."

Woah. You immediately felt your face flush red. The way his tone darkened, the way he stood as still as a tree over you, it made your thighs squeeze together. You'd be lying if you denied it didn't get you hot under the collar, the predatory gaze in his eyes as he spoke. Even with a raised voice, there was a certain underlying gravel in his tone that followed. No sane person should be turned on by their boyfriend's anger, but you could tell Sniper was about 30 seconds away from pushing you up against the nearest surface and showing you who you belong to.

"You're Sniper when you're mean."

You swallowed thickly, noticing how he kept pursuing you. You backed up, stopping abruptly when you hit the farthest wall in his camper van. He slammed his hands on either side of your face, leaning down as he growled slightly in your ear. You pushed yourself, flush, against the wall. You pushed your legs together, your knees threatening to buckle just from the sheer ecstasy that was Sniper's voice whispering, dirty talking you, right in your ear.

"You wanna see mean, love? I'll show you mean."

You felt goosebumps pin up all over your body. Before you could retort, Sniper had latched himself onto your neck. He would start with a kiss, the sweetness of his lips a cruel cover-up for when he sunk his sharp canines into the same spot. He left multiple dark, visible marks, most starting at your jaw, trailing down into your nape and ending near your collarbone. He wanted to claim you, show everyone you were his.

You wanted to fight back; To be a general nuisance and continue arguing... but it was obvious it would be futile. He was going to put you in your place, regardless. He was Sniper, like you said, after all.

He didnt even bother to strip you completely. He hastily unbuttoned your pants, slipping them down with your panties in one swift motion. The clothing articles sat at your knees, effectively hindering your ability to run away, if you so desired. You were flipped over so your back was turned to him instead, now. Instinctively, you put your hands against the wall to brace yourself. With one hand on his cock, the other on your shoulder, he began, teasingly, rubbing the head of his length against your core. You whined, grinding back to get any sort of relief. You felt the rumbling of his low laugh, as if he was getting off on how desperate you were. Here you were, acting all high and mighty, now reduced to a brainless toy for him to play with.

"What's the matter, roo? Need somethin'?"

"Mundy, please—" He took a fistful of your hair, yanking on it to force you to arch. Your head leaned back, giving you an upside-down view of the sinister smirk on his face.

"Oh, I'm Mundy again? I don't think so, love. You asked for this." He punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust, bottoming out fully inside you in one movement. It caught you off guard, eliciting an involuntary moan. You felt your eyes water, your walls squeezing and constricting around Sniper's lengthy cock.

He started off agonizingly slow, pulling almost all the way out, just to push himself back in to the hilt. You could feel his tip brushing against your cervix, making you wet with even more need than before. Normally, he was an animal. When he was horny, he didn't hesitate to hold back on ravaging your body. But, this was Sniper, the trained assassin that could wait hours to get the perfect shot. He was a hunter, a man who didn't 'muck about' when it came to ensnaring his prey. This wasn't your typical, sweet boyfriend who went on camping trips and sang you poor covers of songs by The Who.

His pace quickened with desperation. Vulgar sounds of skin hitting skin echoed through the quietness of his vehicle, followed by a harmony of whimpers and mewls from you as he fucked into your body ruthlessly. He let go of your hair, instead, he dug his nails into the meat of your hips, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his wake. His grip was bruising, along with his thrusts now. You still held yourself up against the wall, albeit shakily.

"Mick, please! I'm so close—" He had slowed his pace, coming to a complete stop. Confused, all you could do was whine at the lack of stimulation. And that's when it hit you.

He wanted you to beg. He wanted you to degrade yourself, to fully give in like a wounded rabbit caught in the hinges of a beartrap.

"C'mon, sheila, you're a clever one. You know what I want." The praise from his gravelly voice, alone, was enough to get you to crumble.

"I— Please, Mick, I'm sorry for calling you 'Sniper', it won't happen again, just please—"

"You're just making this harder for yourself, love."

"Fine—Ok! Please, Mundy, I need it, I need it so bad. I want you to fuck me, and only you!" Your voice quivered with desperation. This seemed to appease him as he went back to where he left off. Every drag of his dick against your wet core felt heavenly. It wasn't long until that build-up happened again, that tight coil forming as his tip abused your g-spot.

"You're mine, roo. Got it?" He panted, groaning softly as he felt you tighten around him, as you got closer to your climax. "Say it, sheila."

"I'm yours! I'm yours, Mick!" As if on cue, you felt your orgasm crash over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, your body tensing around his cock deliciously harder. This seemed to push him over the edge, his hips snapping against your ass as he went as deep as he could, filling you to the brim with his cum. He pulled out, catching his breath as he watched his seed spill out of you, as it began to drip from in-between your legs. He grinned, proud of his work. With a light slap on your ass, you slumped against the wall, completely exhausted and limp.

Sniper sat on the ground beside you, pulling your sore body towards him. You rested your head on his shoulder, comforted by the faint scent of umber and the soft thumping of his heart. Tiredly, you looked up at him.

"So, I'm going to assume you don't think I'm gonna leave you for one of our teammates anymore?" You teased slightly, although there was a hint of sincerity in your question. You really didn't want anyone else, but him, and you'd be damned if he didn't know it.

"I'm sorry about that, roo. Just really love ya, 's all." He avoided your gaze, sheepishly looking at the ground instead.

"I love you too, Mundy. I promise, you're the only one I've got eyes for. I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not, or Sniper's gonna have to hunt'cha down and give you a real bloody drubbin'." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, effectively shutting him up. Yawning, you laid your head back down, snuggling into his side as you both laid against the wall.

Being a mercenary was, in fact, a good job.

[onlycrystal]

nanami brain-rot

cw! professor!nanami x student!reader (age gap; reader is in her 20s, kento in his 30s), ddlg, sexual content (im too lazy to write allat)

not proof read, I wrote this in like 30 min at 1am im sry if it aint too good

currently thinking about professor! nanami...

who is sitting at the coffee table of his cozy, charactered apartment. he reads the latest newspaper and sips his earl-grey tea, relaxed, much unlike you. finals are coming up, and since you can barely understand general chemistry, your procrastination gets the best of you. you’re seated on nanami’s sofa, wearing one of his oversized collared shirts. he always thinks its so cute how they completely engulf you in fabric. however, 7 unfinished, late assignments from professor suguru’s class, are all due in a week.

you groan and bury your face into the palms of your hands, “you will not pass my class if you dont submit those assignments” you mock your professors words, and stare back at the unfinished work. suddenly, you realize that you’re in a relationship with a professor. he can help you, right? i mean, he may teach biology, but the man is smart.

“namiiii~” you whine as you look at the blonde, stoic main across the room from you with doe eyes. he replies without looking up from his newspaper, “yes, doll?” 

“i dont get this, can you pleaseeee help me?” sighing, nanami gets up from the coffee table and approaches you. “you know how much i hate doing work in my free hours” nanami slightly grumbles as he sits next to you, attaching his long, slender hands to your hips. he slightly picks you up, and moves you between his legs so you're sitting in his lap. “...but for you, ill make an exception.” he rasps against your ear and kisses it. his actions makes you blush, but no. you needed to focus on your work.

“i just don’t understand all these theorems and laws” you whine and shift in his lap, feeling defeated from how deep you've gotten yourself in this shit. you realize you shifted a bit too much and blush hard at the feeling of hardness start to develop from underneath you. nanami leans forward, which brings you to rub against him harder. you blush even harder, and he just points at the paper and begins to explain, “lets start with boyle’s law, darling. you use it when...” you drone out his voice, and embarrassingly enough, find yourself start to heat up down there. you rub your thighs together only slightly so he wont notice. feeling him so hard down there is so distracting. you just wanna forget about all this work and f-

“babygirl, are you even listening to me right now?” you dont even realize he's talking until he speaks that last word, which brings you to snap out of your dirty day dreams and look up at him. you meet his gaze to be acknowledged with a cold gaze. “y-yes! yes, im listening” you stutter out, gulping.

he shuts your notebook a bit harshly and slides it across the table without getting up. he puts his dainty hand on your chin, and forces you to look up at him. “recite boyle’s law.” he says, slightly smirking as he slowly starts to piece together why you weren't listening. your eyes shoot across the room nervously “ummm... i-its.. uh...” you trail off.

he removes his hand from your chin. his large hands meet your hips again, as he moves you closer to him. soon enough, you’re pressed up against his chest and crotch. “aww, is my little girl so desperate she couldnt focus away from daddy?” he whispers in your ear to be met with no response.

he slightly thrusts towards your lower body, earning a sweet whimper to fall from you lips. “asked you a question, baby” you nod your head yes hesitantly and are suddenly turned around. your eyes widen at how close your faces are, and the intimacy of the whole situation. nanami crashes his lips onto yours, which forces a muffled mewl to fall from your lips. his hands travel up and down your body before they meet your chest and begin to fondle your breasts. your whines and whimpers aren’t censored anymore when nanamis lips move onto your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin and turning you into a moaning mess. your hands meet his hair and tug slightly at his blonde locks. his touch was just so satisfying. your body continued to grind on his crotch with was now fully hard, causing you to moan sweetly and kento to groan onto your neck. in desperation, you frantically unloosen his tie and start to undo the buttons of his chemise before he grabs your wrists and stops you. “ah, ah, ah”

he chuckles when he removes himself from your neck and looks at your face. you look desperate; big eyes, pouting lips, lip tint smeared, and hickies on your throat. that said, he wasn’t looking as uniformed as he did. you had messed up his neat hair, got some of your lip tint on his lips so they appeared more kissable than ever, along with his shirt barely even being kept on. grinning, he removes his glasses from his face and cleans them with his shirt. looking down as he cleans them he says, “maybe i gotta fuck some knowledge into my little princess, isn't that right, dear?” he teases, but desperate as you are, you nod without shame. he chuckles at you again, contributing to your embarrassment before putting his glasses on you. “even wearing my shirt, baby, so cute” you blush, and he abruptly hooks his finger around your underwear and tugs them down. 

nanami rubs circles you on your clit and teases a finger at your entrance. “d-daddy...” you mewl which only makes him grin harder. “gonna make my baby smart.” he says before he jams 2 digits into you. you throw your arms around his neck, tugging hard at his hair as you’re reduced to moans. he continues fingering you, as he uses the thumb of his other hand to continue rubbing circles on your clit. you squirm in his lap as your orgasm approaches, sweetly moaning as you release all over his fingers. he hums as he stares you in the eyes, licking your slick off his fingers clean.

“since you’ve been so obedient, ill let you ride me.” he says curtly. you blush hard, but the thought of his dick sends butterflies to your stomach. you shyly zip down his pants and bring down his boxers, letting his fully erect cock spring free from his pants. you align yourself with his dick, and slowly let yourself down on his length, inch by inch. you whine at the stretch, and hear nanami let out a low moan. “fuck, you’re so tight” he tilts his head back slightly. finding yourself now comfortable to his length, you slowly start to bounce up and down on his cock. he lets out groans and moans, his hands stay glued to your tits, fondling them with every bounce. you lose your composure, getting even dumber, chemistry the farthest thing from your mind, as his glasses start to go crooked on your face. he looks at you and chuckles “daddy’s cock fuck you even stupider? its okay baby... you feel so fucking good” you whine at his dirty talk, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you bounce relentlessly on his dick. “n-nami~ gonna- c-cum~” you moan loud as his length hits you in all the right places. he moans into your ear “princess~ fuck” he releases into your pussy as you cream all over his dick. you pant hard as you stay close to his chest, basically hugging him. you face him as he plants a kiss on your cheek and pats your head.

“’ts okay, honey. i have an idea... how bout now i only let you cum if you answer a question correctly?” you gulp, you sure were in for a long afternoon.

[alpaca-clouds]

Summer Spice 2024

Some might remember, that last year I had decided to do a summer smut challenge called Summer Spice. And because I had fun with it, I decided to do it again this year.

As I have been asked for my prompt list, I decided to also share it here now. You will find the list underneath the cut.

I will not properly moderate the challenge, but anyone who wants to join me writing some spice for the summer, you are more than welcome. I will start uploading my own stories starting June 15th and then upload three stories a week. My own stuff is gonna be all Castlevania and BG3, but again... Feel free to join with whatever.

The List

Day 01: Nipple Play

Day 02: Walked in On

Day 03: Cowgirl

Day 04: Against the Wall

Day 05: Dirty Talk

Day 06: Wax Play

Day 07: Roleplay

Day 08: Mirror Sex

Day 09: On the Tabletop

Day 10: Anal Fingering

Day 11: Blow Job

Day 12: Bondage

Day 13: Threesome

Day 14: Collar

Day 15: Orgasm Denial

Day 16: Aftercare

Day 17: Begging

Day 18: Consensual Non-Consent

Day 19: Aphrodisiac

Day 20: Laughing during Sex

Day 21: Outdoor Sex

Day 22: Rough Sex

Day 23: Pussy Worship

Day 24: Edging

Day 25: Face Fucking

Day 26: Tied to the Bed

Day 27: Blindfold

Day 28: Sleepy Sex

Day 29: Tease and Denial

Day 30: Domination

Day 31: Spanking

Day 32: Breath Play

Day 33: Anal Sex

Day 34: Striptease

Day 35: Bath Sex

Day 36: Post-Coital Cuddling

Day 37: Gagged

Day 38: Finger Sucking

Day 39: Cunnilingus

Day 40: Multiple Orgasms

Day 41: Humiliation

Day 42: Drunken Sex

Day 43: Scar Kink

Day 44: Fuck or Die

Day 45: Seduction

Day 46: Bukkake

Day 47: Large Insertion

Day 48: Furry/Scaly

Day 49: Overstimulation

Day 50: Orgy

[sadnignored]

✨ Wish List ✨

1. Use me in front of your friends/share me with them

2. Force me to get drunk and/or cross faded and take advantage of me

3. Piss in my ass and then put a plug in. Call me a disgusting toilet while you pat my head and spank my ass

4. Make me crawl around naked with a leash on

5. Don’t let me wear clothes around the house

6. Have me suck on you all day whenever and wherever you want

7. Get me a shock collar and shock me randomly for fun. Espeically when bringing you things, punish me if I drop anything

8. Only let me eat food you’ve cummed on

9. Make me ask to use the bathroom

10. Leave marks all over my body: bruises, cuts, burns, welts, etc.

11. Stretch out my pussy till I cry and make fun of me for being loose

12. Shove random things in my pussy

13. Pick out my clothes for me and shove toys inside me so you can tease me all day

14. Make me sign a contract to be completely free use for you

15. Don’t let me talk for several days

16. I make you dinner each night but I don’t get to eat unless you give me your left overs

17. I’m not allowed to eat at the table with you. Only in a bowl on the floor

18. Use me as furniture: foot stool, lamp, table, etc.

19. Stuff my panties in my pussy and when they’re soaked shove them in my mouth. Tape my mouth shut and call me a dirty whore for soaking through my panties

20. Abuse my tits

21. Tape my pussy shut, tell me I’m an anal only slut. If I want to cum it has to be from anal

22. Stick your fingers in my mouth to shut me up

23. Don’t let me speak unless spoken to

24. Use me as a urinal if you don’t want to get up to pee

25. Keep me denied and horny

26. Give me wedgies and laugh when I get wet from the pain

27. Talk down to me. Piggy’s don’t need to think. Piggy’s are stupid after all

28. Stretch my cunt and ass with random items to your amusement

29. Rest your balls on my face and tell me that I’m your chair. Then make me rim your ass

30. Make me edge until I can’t think anymore then slap my clit until I’m crying

31. Turn me into the perfect piggy slave for you ☺️

[melaninpozp]

best ever, right?(gojo satoru)

pairing: Gojo Satoru w/ Brat!fem!reader

warnings: 18+, SMUT, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, dirty talk, gojo being mean(eh), degrading/degradation, spanking, jaw grabbing, choking, lip biting, gojo being rude at first, french kissing, reader being a brat, pet names(whore, slut, bitch, etc), size kink, blowjob, spanking, mating press, overstimulation, finger sucking, cum eating, eating pussy, small argument, fingering, and praising.

WORD COUNT: 4.7K -- I KINDA SNAPPED AND GOT CARRIED AWAY.

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SN: Reader’s skin, hair color and texture IS NOT mentioned.

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“Sweetie! Your babysitter will be here In a few minutes! Make sure you’re dressed and look decent!” You hear your mom yell up the stairs to you, having her purse in her hand and fixing her hair in the closet mirror to the steps. You didn’t get why you were still being babysat at 21 years old. You were pretty much an adult at this point. It wasn’t like you were going to throw a party while they were gone, or sneak out, or do anything out of the ordinary.

“Okay mom!” You yell back downstairs, getting dressed into a cute outfit, fixing your hair afterwards and making sure you looked good.

“Come here, hun!”Your dad yells up to you while he’s grabbing his suitcase.

“Ok!” you say.

You get up from your bed and walk out into the hallway, you walk down the streets and are greeted by your parents once again.

“There’s my babygirl!” Your dad smiles and walks over to you, kissing your forehead and giving you a side hug.

“Dad!”You exclaim, laughing and hugging him back, rolling your eyes.

“Oh hush, you love getting hugs and kisses from us! You always will!”Your dad says and laughs, walking away from you and standing in front of the mirror wall, checking if he looks good.” Plus, we won’t be back until tomorrow night so you’ll be just fine, sweets.”He finishes, smiling and fixing his collar.

Your mom smiles at you both and walks over to you.

“You look beautiful, sweetie..”Your mom says and pinches your cheeks.

“Thank you mom.” you say.

“You look so pretty, mom. Where are you guys even headed to? “You say and raise an eyebrow, walking into the kitchen and looking in the cupboards, making yourself some lemonade.

“Aw thank you, hun.”Your mom smiles.” and we’re going to your Uncle’s gathering at this 5-star hotel and we’ll be back tomorrow night, like I said earlier.”Your mom winks at him and smiles.

“We were going to make you go with us, but we decided you needed a break from college and wanted to rest.”Your dad says.

“Aw thanks dad. I really did need this break though. College is a lot of work but it’s worth it.”You say and smile, spinning the spoon around in the lemonade you just made.

“That’s the spirit, hun!” Your mom says and grabs her bags.” Okay, we’re going to head out hun! It’s almost 6 now!”She says and kisses your cheek before walking toward the door.

“Your babysitter should be here around 6:30, hun.” Your dad says, making you roll your eyes at the thought of being watched while they were away.

You sigh,” Ok!”You nod and hug them both, watching them walk out the door and get into the car, packaging their suitcases and bags in the backseat.

You wave bye through the window and watch them take off into the beautiful day.

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It had been a few minutes that have passed, it was now 6:21 in the afternoon. You were currently plastered and laid out on the downstairs couch watching some tv. You decided to order some pizza for you and your babysitter, you thought it would be something nice. But in general, you were just hungry so ordered 3 boxes.

“Where could this guy be at?”You question yourself and stand up to look out the kitchen window. You see no one yet.

6:30

There it was, it finally hit 6:30. You swore to yourself that you weren’t going to give this babysitter any shit, but you were very close to.

You sigh to yourself and walk back over to the couch, sitting down and deciding to scroll on your phone and take some photos, posting them to your story.

You posted your story at 6:36 PM and it already got a few reads and likes.

While waiting patiently, you decided to walk to the kitchen and get you a few slices of pizza. You hum to yourself at how delicious and hot the pizza was.

You hear your phone ring.

6:48

As you walked to your phone, you noticed it was one of your closest friends, Ania. You smile and decide to pick it up.

“Hello?”You question into the phone, putting it up to your ear, between your shoulder and ear.

“Hey sexy mama! You look good as hell in your new post!”You hear Ania say over the line.

“Oh stop! You’re so gorgeous. You need to post more.” You say and smile.

“Thanks girl, I try!”Ania says.” So what you been up to? How are your parents?”She asks happily.

“No problem! And my parents are doing pretty good! They actually left a while ago to go to my uncles gathering, but they’ll be back tomorrow.”You say.

“Oh nice! I Hope they have fun, they deserve it!”Ania says.

“Yea me too! But they sent a babysitter to watch me..”You drag off and sigh.

“What?!”Ania says into the phone surprised.” Why do you need a babysitter, girl? If that was the case, I could’ve just came over and we could’ve have a sleepover!”She explains.

“That would’ve been so fun! But they just think someone needs to watch over me while they’re gone.”You say.

“Hm. That’s understandable. But you’re 21!”She says.” But anyways, is your babysitter hot?”She says and laughs.

7:15

“I have no idea, he’s not even here yet, I have no clue what they’re into or what their interests are. All my parents said was that he has white hair and is very tall.”You say and shrug.” I mean..he sounds kinda hot.”You finish.

“White hair?! And tall?! Girl that’s the jackpot. He’s probably a model.”Ania says.

While chatting on your phone, you hear a loud knock on the front door. It startled you at first but you shrugged it off, knowing that its most likely the babysitter.

“Oh shit, I think he’s here! Imma call you back, girl.”You say and arrive at your door, looking out the peep hole and seeing a man with white hair and gorgeous deep blue eyes.

“Okay! Let me know how it goes.”Ania says and smirks, hanging the phone up.

You set your phone down on the table next to the door and open it, looking up at the person who knocked on your door at 7:24 PM. Geez he was late.

“Hi, are you Go—“You begin to start talking until you notice how handsome he really is. He had silver white hair, a sharp jawline, deep blue eyes that looked like oceans upon oceans, and a dashing beautiful smile. He was wearing a simple black shirt with a black jacket, and some black baggy jeans. He was quite sexy to say the least and here he was standing in front of you, wanting to be let inside.

“Yes, I’m Gojo.”The man speaks with a sly smirk.” You gonna let me in or not?” He says.

“Oh! y—yes sorry!”You blink twice and nod your head, stepping aside and letting the man in, closing and locking it behind him.

He looks at you for a few seconds and then walks into your living room while speaking.” Why you stuttering so much, hm? You nervous?”He smirks and plops down on your couch, lifting his feet up.

“Excuse me?!”You say and walk over to him in front of the couch.” You’re the one that arrived almost an hour late.”You fold your arms.

“Yea, and?”He says and raises an eyebrows.” You got an issue with that, girl?”He says.

You couldn’t believe your ears. How could this man be talking to you like this. He’s the one in the wrong, he’s the one who arrived late.

You squint your eyes at him and sit down in the smaller couch next to him.

“What’s your issue? Why are you being so rude? I was being nice to you.”You say and look at him.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He begins.” I’ve just had a really long day today. Some dude was pestering me about grass cutting and I had to run some errands.” He says and sits up on the couch, looking you into the eyes.

You nod your head, contemplating if you want to believe him or not, but you do.

“Okay.”You nod your head and sit back.

“You forgive me, hm?”He says and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Of course, yes!”You nod.” I just didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot.”You laugh nervously.

“Mhm..”He mumbles to himself. On purposely trying to make things difficult.

“What’s your name?”He asks you.

“Y/N!”You say and give him a small smile.

“Y/N?”He repeats.” That’s a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl.”He says and winks at you.

"Thanks" you say blandly.

You two sit in silence before you speak up again.

"So, what are some of your interests?" You ask, looking the blue eyed man in his face.

"Why do you want to know?" He asks and smirks." I'm just joking, I like watching movies and tv." He says.

You nod your head and watch him fold his arms, looking irritated at how your speaking and wanting the conversation to be done with.

"Oh nice!" You say." What movies have you seen?" The silence in the room is loud.

Gojo lets out a loud and annoyed groan, looking over at you and his eyes are low this time.

You don't know what you did wrong, but for some reason he was lashing out on you.

"Geez, girl. Do you ever shut your mouth?" Gojo says with a hard glare." Your hurting my fuckin' ears." He says and looks back in front of him. Being a large portrait of you and your family.

You frown and shake your head at him." Excuse me?! Your in my fucking house and wanna talk to me like that?" You say, standing your ground. "You better watch you talking to." You finish.

Your heart felt like it had dropped down in your stomach. The way Gojo got up and walked over to you, hovering over your smaller figure and grabbing you by the arm.

"I know this is your fucking house, but how dare you raise your voice at me like that?" He says and grabs your jaw. "Do you know who I am?" He says.

"No, and I don't give a fuck. You will not speak to me like this. Your supposed to be watching me. You could've just sat there and kept your fucking mouth shut for all I care." You say, looking the man into his beautiful, blue eyes. You tried to not be attracted to this man but he was so.. so sexy to you. He's an asshole, but you just couldn't help how hot he looked..and how hot he sounded raising his voice at you.

He scoffs and takes a step back, looking you up and down.

"You're right.." He says and sits back down in the couch." I'm sorry, again. I just.." He shakes his head and leans back in the the soft cushion." Something came over me.." He finishes.

"Yea, I see that.."You say and walk over to him, sitting down and looking at him.

"Like I said, earlier. I just had a really long day and just wanted to babysit for a few hours here, then go home." He says." I didn't mean to be a dick to you, I'm sorry..."The blue eyes man finishes.

You look at him.

"It's fine, do you want anything to drink?" You ask.

"Yes, please." He says and nods his head.

You nod and stand up, walking over to kitchen and making him a quick drink.

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It had been a few hours that had passed and you and Gojo are chatting it up, laughing and gossiping over things that you both loved.

"You know, call I tell you something?" Gojo questions, looking at you. You were both sitting on a couch facing each other.

"Yea, anything." You question, smiling.

"You're quite pretty.."He says and keeps eye contact with you.

You look a little shocked at first, but end up responding.

"Aw, thank you!" You smile." You're not too bad yourself." You finish.

"Of course." He says and takes a sip of his drink before setting it back down." You're very sexy, too." He smirks.

You raise both of your eyebrows in shock, laughing and thinking of ways to answer to his other compliment. "Oh, really?" You say.

"Yea, I wouldn't lie to you." He says and smirks.

"You're very sexy too." You giggle and nod your head.

He laughs to himself and smirks.

"It's a little cold in here, can you turn the heat on a little?" He asks.

"Mhm!" You nod and get up, walking over to the thermostat on the wall, turning up the dial a little bit. "That good?" You ask.

"Yes, atta girl." He smirks and leans back again.

Your a little taken aback at the pet name, but you smirk and walk back to where he is.

"I like that name.." You say.

"Oh yea?" He crosses his legs over one another and his eyes travel to your breasts, then looking back into your eyes. "Good." he finishes.

"I'm gonna rest my eyes, if that's fine." gojo says and bites his lip, raising an eyebrow at you." is that ok?" he says.

"Aww, I wanna play a game though!" You say in a whiny voice. You had a few ideas in your head, you wanted to act like a brat. You wanted to rile him up a bit. You wanted to get under his skin, seduce him and make him want you. You were gonna be a bad girl and make him punish you.

"Yea, but I'm a little tired.." he drags off and begins to close his eyes anyways." We can do it later, right doll?" he finishes off.

"No, I wanna play a gameee.."You begin to whine, making him open one eye and raise an eyebrow at how bratty you're acting." Your my babysitter right? I want to have fun and play a game, not be bored and nap." you say.

"Yea, we can do all that when I get up, I promise, doll." he rests a hand on your thigh and shuts his eyes back closed.

"Fine.." you roll your eyes and get up from the couch, walking off and going upstairs. You were going to show him alright. You had a lot planned for this night and to see how priceless his reaction was going to be.

While walking into your room, you spot your tiny club dress you always went out in. You think twice about wearing it but you walk over to your closet, opening it up and spotting a lingerie set you recently bought from Fashion Nova. It was a white two-piece set, it was lace and really fit your figure well. You began to take your clothes off until you were completely naked, you grabbed the lingerie set and began sliding it on your body. You also decided to slide some lace stockings on that matched the set.

You smirked to yourself and sat at your small vanity makeup area in your room, applying some beautiful lipstick and making sure you looked sexy and seductive enough. You slid on a robe to make it a surprise. You got up from your chair and began walking out your room, looking down the banister and making sure he was still resting.

You bite your lip and begin walking down the steps seductively, the dim lights in the living room giving it a sensual vibe.

While walking to couch, you began to slowly unwrap your robe straps but not revealing your lingerie. You sat down next to Gojo and grabbed the remote, turning the volume down. You smirked to yourself before speaking,

"Wake up.." you say softly. You stare at him as he begins to move around. He opens his eyes and looks at you and does a double take, he lets out a low groan, which sounds very sexy.

"What--" he turns away and shakes his head, bringing his hand up to eyes and rubbing them, covering his hand over his eye slightly." What the hell are you wearing?" he says protectively.

"I dressed up for you.." You say and slowly slide your robe off your shoulders, revealing the top of your lingerie. "Don't I look pretty for you, baby?" You smirk and know the nickname most likely has an effect on him.

"Don't call me that.." he drags out and takes his hand away from his eyes, facing forward but not looking at you." I'm your fucking babysitter.." he shakes his head.

"And?" You giggle and bite your lip, resting your hand on his shoulder and whispering in his ear." You know you want me, baby.." you drag out.

"No!" He says and stands up, looking down at you." Why are you acting like a brat? I'm not putting up with this, y/n. Now, go put some fuckin' clothes on." He says and sits back down.

You roll your eyes and scoot a little closer to him, sliding your robe completely off and throwing it to the side." Come on, baby. Relax.." you bite your lip again and get on your knees in the couch, grabbing his jaw and making him look at you. Gosh, he's so hot.'

"W--we can't.." he clenches his jaw and looks into your eyes." I'm your fuckin' babysitter, I can't do that.." he says and his eyes begin traveling to your boobs, biting the insides of his lips.

"So?" You say." When I want something.." you smirk and begin sitting on his lap, both legs on each side of him, looking into his eyes." I'm gonna get it." You finish.

"You fucking.." he begins, grunting when you begin kissing his neck." brat.."he finishes and tosses his head back. He shakes his head rests his big hands on your hips, slowly grinding you against his hard bulge seeking through his pants.

"Just like that, baby--"he groans." keep goin' for me" he clenches his jaw again and grabs you by the chin, kissing you slowly and adding some tongue. He moves one hand to your ass and gives it a firm slap. Making you yelp.

"You're so hard.." you moan out, grinding against him more and more." bet your cock is so fucking big.." you tease.

"You little slut, makin' me give in to you like that." he says and keeps your hips moving against his bulge.

"You're so hot when you give in .." You smirk and keep your hips moving against him.

He licks his lips sexily and gets up from under you, making you whine a bit and he smirks, leaning back on the couch.

"Bend." is all he says.

"Mhm.." you nod your head and bend over his lap, sticking your ass up.

He bites hip lip and drags one hand up your ass, feeling you shiver against his touch.

"Wearing this slutty little lingerie for me.." he shakes his head to himself and slaps your ass once which makes you gasp and jerk forward, it was pretty hard, but you loved every second of it.

"Mhm.. anything for you.." you whine and bite your lip, resting your head down and anticipating for what's to come.

"Yea?--Anything for you me, hm?" he questions and slaps your ass again which makes you whimper. "don't play with me, your ass planned this all out didn't you, yea?" he spanks you again. "don't lie to me either." you bite your lip.

"Yes!" you moan out." I-I had this all planned out and wanted to look pretty for you.." you whimper.

"Aww.." he teases and squeezes your once, giving it a harder slap this time." Wanted to look pretty for daddy--hm?" he smirks to himself.

You nod.

Another spank lands on your ass, making you jerk forward again.

"Words, slut.." gojo says demandingly.

"Y--yes, daddy!" you cry out and bite you lip.

"That's a good girl, now get up and unbuckle my jeans.." he says before slapping your ass again." bad girls deserve to get spanked, ain't that right?" he smirks.

"Yes, daddy.." you nod. "bad girls deserved to get spanked.." you whine.

"that's a good girl.." gojo smirks and watches you sit up, unbuckling his jeans and throwing his belt to the side.

"now take my cock out.."gojo says and watches your every move, even looking into your eyes as he always does.

you look and him before slowly taking his cock out his jeans, shoving his slacks down to his knees and watching him kick them off.

"don't be getting all shy on me know, baby." he licks his lips and raises an eyebrow, releasing your not looking at his eyes anymore.

"I-i'm not, sir. I just uhm--" you stumble over your words at how big his cock looks. it almost overwhelms you.

"You ever seen a dick this big, my baby?" gojo questions and slaps your ass again, making you gasp and shake your head side to side.

"N-no sir! you look so..big" you say and lean down, still on the couch with your knees denting it in, being face to face with his cock.

"Aw. How cute." he says and rests one of his big hands on your lower back, watching you.

"I wanna make you feel so good.." you say, leaning forward licking up the base of his cock, your hand beginning to play with his balls which makes his groan.

"fuck.." he groans and begins running his long fingers against the lace part of your panties, sliding them to the side. "Atta girl--just like that." he says.

You lick up the base of his cock again before taking his tip into your mouth, sucking his cock up and down while playing with balls still.

You begin to moan on his cock while feeling his fingers brush up and down against your clit, feeling how warm fingers are against you.

"T-that's a good little slut..."he says and begins shoving his cock deeper into your mouth and down your throat. Smirking at how good you sound choking on him. "Little whore, you wanted this, yea? Seduce me and make me give in to your slutty little fantasies?" gojo says and begins rubbing at your clit faster.

"M-mhm!" You moan on his cock, taking him into your mouth deeper, getting all sloppy on his cock and now using your other hand to jerk off what you can't fit in your mouth.

"Yea--take that shit down your throat.." gojo clenches his jaw and bucks up his hips a bit.

While continuously sucking his cock, you arch your ass up a little more for him.

He chuckles to himself and keeps playing at your clit.

"Get up, doll.." he glares and watches you pull away from him, spit connecting from his cock to your lips.

Gojo smirks and shoves you back down on the couch, opening your legs and looking down at you, jerking his cock off.

"Gosh, you're perfect, pretty girl." he says and rubs the tip of his dick against you.

"All for you, daddy.." you whine and open your legs wide open, using both your hands to keep them open so he can hit your spot real good.

"You want this right, cutie?" he smirks.

"Yes, p-please! I'll be such a good little slut for you baby.." you bite your lip and toss your head back, feeling tip up against your clit, making you shiver.

"Good girl--" he slowly rubs the tip against your pussy before sliding inside of you slowly and looking at your face change." all f' me.." he bites his lip.

"O-oh!" you gasp out and look up at him." you're so big inside of me!" you whine and begin tightening around his cock.

"I know baby-- I know.." gojo says and begins sliding all the way inside of you and pulls out, only to slide back in. " feel good on my cock, baby.." he smirks again.

You nod and drop your mouth into an O shape, beginning to moan uncontrollably as he begins to plow into you at a fast pace.

"Oh my goodness!" You moan out." S-so good.." you struggle to get out.

"Like that, pretty?" he looks down at you, his hips moving faster into you, his cock feeling so deep inside of you." What would your parents think of you fucking your babysitter, hm? " he stares down at you, looking so fucked out." They'd be so disappointed in you, slut. Your babysitter fucking you like the little whore you are." gojo smirks and hears how wet you sound. " bet you like that shit, huh?" he finishes.

"Y--yes, daddy!!" you almost yell out, the loud wet noises being heard throughout the house. Making you loose your mind. Feeling like you're going to cum soon.

"That's right baby, you gonna come for me?" gojo asks and continues fucking into you, pinning your legs back further and hitting your spot at a better angle. " gonna come all over this big cock, yea?" he continues staring down at you.

"Mhm, all for you, daddy!" you bite your lip and nod your head, your eyes almost rolling back. "yeeesss.." you drag out, feeling like your gonna come any second.

He slides out and it makes you whine. You bite your lip and he keeps your legs spread while he kneels on his knees, leaning in and beginning to suck at your clit. You feel like your on cloud 9 and you feel like your gonna scream.

"Mhm, come on this tongue.." he says and sucks at your clit, sliding his fingers inside of you and beginning to hit your spot with his long digits. Gojo shakes his head side to side, he begins to jerk his own cock off and he groans against your pussy while building up his stimulation.

"Yeeesss, daddy.. give it to me." you moan out loud, tossing your head back and gripping onto the sheets with both your hands, your legs shaking and beginning to come of his fingers, gojo still sucking at your clit.

"mhm.. that's a good slut" he says and keeps prodding his fingers inside of you even when you come.

"D-daddy, please!" you whimper and shake your head, feeling overstimulated. Your legs still shaking.

Gojo smirks and slides his fingers out of you, smirking at the juices on his fingers." wow, you really like that huh, princess?" he smirks.

"Yes!" you say. "I want you to come on my face, daddy.." you whimper and scoot toward the end of the bed, getting on your knees.

"Oh, yea?" he smirks and jerks his cock off faster, aiming himself above your face.

You stick your tongue and gasp when you feel his warm cum land on your cheeks, making you whimper.

He groans and keeps pumping his cock, making sure he's finished after a few seconds." You look so sexy, baby." he says.

"Mmm.." you giggle and look up at him. Gojo uses his forefinger and middle finger to wipe up the cum off your cheeks, shoving them into your mouth and watching you suck on them.

"Atta girl.." he watches you.

"So good, baby.." you say smirk and pull of his fingers with a pop noise, swallowing it all.

"That was so good, yea?" gojo says and sits down on the bed, letting out a groan from how good you looked and how sexy you sounded.

"The absolute best!" you say.

"We need to clean up before your parents get home tomorrow.." gojo says and sits back up, looking at you as you sit net to him on the couch.

"You're right." you smile and get up, sliding your clothes back on. Gojo doing the same.

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It was around 12:23 PM at noon, it was a new beautiful day and you felt great for some reason. Gojo left last night and gave you his number and decided to start coming over more often. Your parents had gotten back a few minutes ago. You had been downstairs on a small comfort couch watching a movie you loved.

"Hey, sweetie!" Your mom says happily, setting her bags down and rushing over to you, giving you a soft hug and kissing your forehead." You missed us at all?" she questions.

"Of course!" you say and smile widely.

"How'd the babysitter work out? Was he nice?" Your dad questions while closing the door behind him and setting a bag of food on the kitchen counter.

"Yes, he was the absolute best!" you say and smile.

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I HOPE YOU LOVED/LIKED THIS CHAPTER BABES<3 see you on the other fic<3

[fizzing-imagines]

Little Minx | Billy Hargrove x Alt! Reader

Notes: I'm super proud of this, so if y'all would give me some love on this it would be greatly appreciated ♥️ MDNI! THIS IS PURE FILTH

Warnings: Smut, smut and more smut. Everything about this is purely sexual

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You loved your little summer habit. Every day, for the past 3 weeks, you take a nap from 9pm to 12pm, to sneak off to Lovers Lake at 1am. You had time for yourself, could go skinny dipping, swim a bit, just be yourself with no other people watching. It was the perfect scenario. And, just like any other day, you were just there at Lovers Lake. You stayed in your car for 30 minutes while waiting for a teenage couple to finish making out and drive off. They did, eventually, which was your que to get out of your car, take off your clothes and get into the large body of water. You floated on your back, taking in the fresh night air, letting your thoughts wash away with every breeze. This was your ideal summer activity. What you didn't know is that someone knew about what you did this summer.

Billy Hargrove has been looking at you ever since he came to Hawkins. His high school friends didn't associate with yours, the freaks, causing him to never directly talk to you. But he always found other ways. A wink here, a brush of your hand there. He knew he could have you if he wanted to, and you knew that you were beyond attracted to him. He tried denying these feelings at first, but whenever he saw how beautiful your red lipstick looked when you smiled, or how much your eyebrow piercing made your eyes pop, he couldn't deny it anymore. Once he found out you had a tongue piercing, his mind went feral. And he doesn't even know about your other two piercings yet. The best part: You've slept with the basketball team in the past, and shit, did they describe you as a freak in multiple ways.

Billy finally saw his chance to actually talk with you, make sure you melt underneath him. Of course, he wasn't a creep. Billy didn't watch you get undressed, and he didn't watch you until he heard that you were in the water. Then, he stepped out of his far-parked car and walked up to the lake. "It's dangerous to swim without a lifeguard.", he said. You jumped up, covered your chest in embarrassment and scanned the area for the known voice. "What the fuck, Billy?", you said loudly while still trying to find him between the bushes and the twigs. "Just looking out for you, sweetheart." His figure moved in the front of your car, seemingly taking off his jacket. "Should I come in to make sure you're safe?" You knew he had a thing for you ever since he first looked you in the eyes. His facial expression, his eyes, the way his jaw clenched; it screamed horny. And, oh, did you enjoy it. The fact that popular basketball player Billy Hargrove was dying to get his dick sucked by you was hilarious, yet thrilling. At this point, you wanted to know if he fucks as good as the cheerleaders say he does.

"Sure thing, Mr. Lifeguard.", you replied while getting into the water at collar bone level. Some rustling was heard, a belt opening, zipper going down and soon enough Billy joined you in the lake. He swam over to you, grabbing your waist as soon as he reached you. "Wanna make sure you don't drown, pretty thing." The moonlight made his facial expressions clear and complimented his eyes even more than the sun does. But his lashes, oh, his beautiful lashes. You thought they were so long and full, causing a bit of jealousy to arise in you. "Aren't you charming?", you teased with a smirk. A low chuckle left his lips while getting dangerously close to you. "This can be our little secret.", you continued. "A dirty, little secret that will connect us for the rest of our lives." His lips grazed over yours before pulling away slightly. "You fucking minx.", he breathed out against the thin skin of your lips. Billy's hands found their way from your hips to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before having his left hand travel up to your boobs. You, on the other hand, wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to yours. "I'll be your little minx tonight if you get me to behave." Your voice was so innocent, but he knew what you were doing. It drove him wild.

"Shit sweetheart, you truly are a minx.", he said after taking a deep breath in. You had your forehead leaned against his shoulder, trying to calm down from your high by concentrating on your breathing. It didn't work as well as you hoped. "Were you serious about being my whore or did you say that just for the reward?" You let out a light chuckle at his words. "I was serious.", you replied. "Be grateful, I already fuck half of Hellfire weekly." Eddie Munson was your best friend in bed, he'd be so disappointed if you would have to stop your arrangement. Billy chuckled at your words while playing with your hair.

"You don't have to. But you're gonna be ready for me at all times, little minx."

[chaoticsimp]

My Commander

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18+ | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Relationship: Erwin x Fem!Reader 

Content Warnings: NSFW/18+, established relationship, mentions of alcohol (Reader isn't drunk, but has consumed alcohol), oral (female receiving), fingering, over-stim, dirty talk, praise, a little begging, unprotected sex, desk sex, creampie, some tears, squirting, dom/sub dynamic, authority kink (Use of Sir/Commander/Captain), age difference (Reader is in her 20s and I think Erwin is in his 30s?), experience difference? (Not Reader's first time, but first time with Erwin), fluff at the end.

A/N: Starts a little hot (heavy making out), but as always smut is under the cut.

I have missed Erwin, and we can dedicate why I started writing on Tumblr to him lol

Summary: You wanted him, all of him, but after a year together with nothing but sweet kisses, you started to question if he felt the same about you? Little did you know, he wanted you more than he had ever wanted anything.

Word Count: 3430

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It wasn’t your first date. It wasn’t even your second or fifth. You and Erwin had been together for a year, yet he was still pulling away when things got a little hot. It was beginning to frustrate you, what if he wasn’t interested in you that way? What if the experience levels were too different? Could he tell you couldn’t satisfy him from just a kiss? Were you a bad kisser? This outpouring of questions over drinks to Hange had them pushing you to bring it up to Erwin.

“Enter,” His deep voice summoned from behind the door. Your anxiety bubbled in your stomach, and you briefly wished you had taken another shot before coming. You pushed open the door, closing it behind you and a smile came to Erwin’s face when he looked up from his work.

“I know I’m late,” He apologized, rising from his desk. “I wanted to finish these reports before the end of the day, but it would seem my days never end.”

You nodded slightly, swallowing hard as you tried to find your nerve. Erwin noticed your hesitation and he stepped closer to you, his brilliant blue eyes filled with concern as he lifted a hand to your cheek.

“Is everything alright?” Instead of replying, you caught his collar and pulled him to your height pressing your lips to his. Erwin was caught off guard and had trouble getting any more words out as you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands found your thighs, and he boosted you a little higher giving you a better angle to kiss his jaw and neck. Erwin’s mind was spinning, each kiss left fire on his skin, and a gentle nip at the bend in his neck made his breath hitch.

“Wait, wait,” He breathed. Erwin caught your hands, stopping them at his shirt buttons as he balanced you between him and the door. He met your stunning eyes, and you let out a heavy breath, a small smile on your lips.

“You don’t like it?” You asked. How could he say no? You’d know he was lying. Yet he saw the waver in your eyes, a moment of doubt as the flush on your face grew.

“Sorry, I-I don’t know what I was-” Erwin caught your thigh when you tried to step down. He claimed your lips again and pressed you tighter against the door enjoying how perfectly your body fit against his. He had thought of this before, thoughts he only indulged in late at night alone in his room, but this was something else. This was hunger finally satiated. No matter how much he told himself to slow down, each gasp and whimper that left those lips he so craved made that voice quieter, and quieter.

“E-Erwin,” You stammered, trying to focus on your words as his lips trailed down your jaw. “I thought you wanted to stop.”

“All I want is you.” His confession sent chills down your spine, and just as you were about to respond there was a knock on his door. Erwin covered your mouth as he continued to kiss down your neck and towards your chest. He managed to undo your top buttons with his teeth. He felt your breath against his hand, a soundless whimper as the knock came a second time making fear swirl with the growing heat in your stomach. You briefly considered biting his hand to get him to stop, but you didn’t want him to even as the knock came a third time.

“Commander Smith, Premier Zachary wanted those reports in tonight.” It was Miche. Erwin had managed to undo all your buttons, and he dropped his hand from your mouth to pull open your top.

“Commander Smith?”

“Just a moment,” He finally replied. He quietly let you down, and you noticed the hard outline in his pants as he walked back to his desk. He picked up a stack of papers then returned to the door. He put a finger to his lips, and you tensed when he opened the door.

“Here you are.” Erwin kept the door closed enough to hide you and his body angled to hide the stiffness in his pants.

“Are you coming to the bar?”

“Not tonight,” Erwin replied, and he noticed the amused smile on Miche’s face.

“Have a goodnight then, Commander, and please tell the Captain the same.” Your face burned red as Erwin closed and locked the door. He chuckled when you hid your face in your hands.

“He could definitely smell me.” Being forward in a private setting was one thing, but having someone else know made you want to disappear.

“Miche knows how to keep a secret,” Erwin assured you as he pulled you back in. Your mouth slanted to his, and any thought of Miche disappeared as Erwin’s tongue prodded at your lips.

Erwin recognized the bitter taste of alcohol, which he knew might be fueling your desires, and he was prepared to stop at any moment. You made quick work of his buttons, and he shed his shirt prompting you to do the same. The feeling of your skin against his made his heart race – he couldn’t believe he finally had you in his hands, so eager for him and what he could give you.

“I didn’t think you wanted me this way,” You admitted shyly, pausing to catch your breath as Erwin’s hands ran down your back.

“My dear, I want you in every way.”

“But you never-”

“I didn’t want to pressure you. If I had known this is what you wanted, I’d have happily obliged,” He assured you. Erwin’s hands moved lower, reaching under your thighs and lifting you back up between him and the door.

“I want to know every part of you, every sound, every move, how you taste, what you like. I want to worship you. I only wanted to be sure you wanted the same, but we can stop if you’re not ready.” You knew he was sincere, no matter how much he wanted you and how openly he confessed his desires. If you said you were done, he would be too. There were zero expectations, and zero pressure which only encouraged you.

“I want you.”

Your confidence was all Erwin needed to continue. He boosted you a little higher, his fingers dug into your thighs as he dropped his mouth to one of your breasts. Your breath hitched as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, and your head fell back against the door. He released one of your thighs which you kept hooked around his waist as his other hand worked on unzipping your pants. He switched to your other breast, and you gasped when his teeth grazed your nipple.

“Erwin,” You whined, wanting more.

“Sir,” He muttered against your skin, and your face burned a little brighter.

“And I believe I’ve advised you on patience before my little Captain.” He continued to suck and nip at your breasts. You felt his palm press against your clothed cunt, and briefly met his gaze when he looked up.

“Are you prepared to follow my every command?” He whispered, and you nodded quickly.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” He smiled against your skin, his mouth leaving your breast and his hand returning to your thigh as he carried you. Erwin gently lowered you onto his desk. He pulled off your boots, then your pants taking your panties with them. Your skin dimpled at the rush of cool air, and your heart sped up as he lifted your legs, spreading you out before him.

“I’ve dreamt of you bent over my desk,” He mused. “Not even my dreams could compare to this.”

Erwin’s words continued to push away any doubt you may have had when you walked in. He knelt, hooking your legs over his shoulders and you could feel his breath against your thighs. Your stomach twisted in anticipation as he kissed down your inner thighs, purposely avoiding the place you wanted him to hit.

“You’re already so wet for me,” He muttered against your skin. “Are you really so desperate for my touch?”

“Yes, yes. It’s all I want, please,” You panted, nodding as he kissed closer to your core.

“Please?”

“S-Sir,” You stammered.

“I suppose I could have a taste.” You gasped as he dipped his tongue between your folds, his grip on your thighs tightening as if to tell himself to slow down – to savour you. His tongue circled your clit, and your body jolted in response as he repeated the motion. He glanced up at you, your hands held your breasts one pinching your nipple as your mouth hung slightly open. He sucked on your bundle of nerves, and your mouth opened a little wider in response causing him to pause. You whined as you lifted your head, looking down at him – at his perfect face between your thighs.

“You’ve never looked better,” You breathed, and a smile pulled at Erwin’s lips as he held your gaze.

“I would live between your thighs if I could,” He confessed. “But you’re holding back.”

“What if, if someone hears or Miche comes back?” Your breath stuttered as he dragged his pointer finger down your slit, and gently prodded at your entrance. You stared down at him as he lifted his hand, and licked your slick from his finger. That heat in your stomach grew when he smirked a little.

“Then they’ll hear you serving your Commander,” He teased, and it made your face redden. “But if that is such a concern, then try and hold back all you wish.”

Before you could say anything, Erwin’s mouth dropped back to your cunt, this time with a new hunger. You bit your lip hard as Erwin devoured you, expertly hitting every spot that made you squirm. He released one of your thighs, and you nearly bit through your lip as he pressed a finger into you. Your thighs tightened around his head, and you wondered how much longer you could hold out.

“Fuck,” You whispered, still trying to keep quiet. The papers on Erwin’s desk crinkled as you tried to find something to grip, something to ground you from the immense ecstasy that was Erwin’s tongue. Erwin added a second finger, seeking that soft spot that was sure to break you as one of your hands found the back of his head. He felt your grip tighten, and knew he found it the moment a moan finally escaped your lips.

“E-Erwin, please slow down,” You whined, but your request fell on deaf ears as he hit that spot again, and again, and again. His relentless pace had you barreling towards an orgasm, your back arched against his desk and you couldn’t get the words out as it crashed over you. The noise that left your lips was music to Erwin’s ears, and he pulled his mouth from your clit but kept his fingers moving as he looked up at you.

“I-I’ve never, I’ve-I’ve,” You had to pause, and noticed the pride that shone in Erwin’s eyes as he looked down at you, waiting for you to catch your breath.

“I’ve never cum that fast.”

“I know a thing or two,” He replied, pulling you back when your hips wiggled away.

“I-I just need a minute to...” But Erwin was already kissing down your thighs.

“How many can you give me?” He whispered, and you quickly realized what he was asking. It shouldn’t have surprised you. This was the man whose ambition and determination made him the best Commander the Scouts had ever had. His relentless will is who he was and of course, that would extend to the private parts of his life.

“Captain, I asked you a question,” Erwin reminded, pressing a kiss so close to your clit it made you shiver in delight. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t sure, but the thought of him lost between your thighs for a while longer had that warmth in your stomach reigniting.

“However many you want, My Commander.” The use of his title ignited something in his eyes. It was a name Erwin was used to hearing, but coming from you? Perfect little you, splayed out on his desk like a lavish meal – he would never be able to hear it the same way again.

“That’s my good girl.”

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When you said however many times you want, you were being bold. You were trying to play the game as well as he did, and part of you didn’t believe Erwin had the stamina to keep up with such an indulgent response. Yet here you were, still splayed across his desk. Your thighs trembling, your cunt dripping, and your throat sore as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, and he hadn’t even fucked you.

“Just one more,” He requested, and you looked down at him. You could already see the bruises left behind by his fingerprints, small gifts left on your thighs and hips that would remind you of this moment long after it was over.

Erwin wiped his chin as he finally stood. His thumb replaced his lips against your swollen clit and your body shook in response, much to his pleasure as he eyed the mess you had made on his desk.

“I-I don’t think I can,” You confessed as he pulled you to a sitting position. He dropped his mouth to yours, pressing his tongue past your lips. Your mind was a haze, a haze of him, of his hands on your skin and your taste on his tongue. A string of saliva connected the two of you when he pulled back, he swiped it away with his thumb and pet your bottom lip as he held your gaze.

“You can,” He encouraged. “Or will you disappoint your Commander?”

“Of course not,” You objected.

“Good girl.” You trusted your weight in Erwin’s hands as he effortlessly turned you around. He pushed you back down on the desk, your cheek pressed against the crumpled papers and his hands briefly left you. You heard the undoing of his belt and realized you were the only one completely naked. How long had it been since you came into his office?

“Are you sure you still want more?” You nodded tiredly.

“I can take it,” You breathed, and Erwin chuckled. You felt him press a kiss to the back of your shoulder, and his breath sent chills down your spine.

“I know you can but tell me if anything hurts.” Erwin lifted one of your legs onto his desk before dragging his length between your folds. The anticipation returned, bringing with it a spike of energy you didn’t know you still had as he coated himself in your juices. Then you finally felt him, felt his hard, thick cock press against your entrance. His groan distracted you as he pushed past that first ring of muscle. Nothing could compare to the beautiful sound of his deep moans and his whispers of 'so good' and 'so tight' as he slowly sunk into you.

“You take me so well” Erwin mumbled once he was fully sheathed inside you. The stretch was a pleasurable sting. Your walls fluttered around his length, clenching as they molded against his cock, and he took a moment to enjoy your warmth and how perfectly he fit inside you.

“You were made for me.” Erwin’s compliments made your heart flutter, they made you want to please him and give him everything you could. So, when you felt ready and adjusted to his size you pressed on.

“M-More.” Erwin was impressed, he thought he had reached the limits of your stamina but here you were, trembling from the pleasure and exertion still asking for more. He regretted waiting so long. If he knew this is how badly you wanted him, needed him, he’d have given it all to you a year ago.

“I’ll give you everything,” He promised. You gripped the edge of the desk as Erwin pulled out, then pushed back in, his veins dragging along your velvety walls. His hands dug into the meat of your hips as his pace picked up enough to make the desk shake. You were lost in him, in his soft grunts, in how his hands held you in place, in his deep, commanding voice that made you want to bend to his will. You didn’t know if you’d ever get enough of him or how good he made you feel.

Erwin lifted your other leg onto his desk, and the new angle allowed his cock to graze your soft spot with every ruthless thrust. You felt tears spilling down your cheek as Erwin looped a hand beneath you, his fingers finding your over-sensitized clit. You were on the line between pain and pleasure, and an unfamiliar pressure between your legs had your mind spinning.

“I-I can’t,” You cried. “It’s too much, I-I-”

“You can,” He interrupted gently. “Just let go.”

Erwin’s pace didn’t slow. Your vision blurred at the edges as he drew tighter circles on your clit. Your body shuddered, and your nails dug into the wood of his desk. That pressure kept building, and only Erwin seemed to know where it was heading. You were dancing on the line, but you were still missing something.

“I-I just need a little more,” You pleaded, and Erwin found himself wondering what more could you possibly need.

“Tell me,” He demanded, slowing enough to give you a chance to speak. You managed to look back at him over your shoulder, his eyes dark with lust as he stared down at you.

“Cum,” You panted. “Cum inside me, please a-and don’t stop.”

Erwin didn’t need the please, the request was enough for him to return to his ruthless pace but your sweet 'please' and 'don’t stop' were the cherry on top. You were so perfect, so beautiful bent over his desk just like he had imagined. No, not even his imagination couldn’t compare to the sight of his cock plunging in and out of you. You really were made for him. Erwin’s hips stuttered, his thrusts slowing as a low moan escaped his lips and his cum poured inside of you.

“Is this what you wanted?” He whispered, thrusting into you slowly and deeply. “To be filled by your Commander, to be mine and mine alone?”

“Yes, yes, yes…” You cried.

“Then be my good little Captain and give me what you promised.” You were right there, right on the edge as he fucked his cum into you, but his words were the last thing you needed to let it all go. That pressure exploded, and you felt a gush between your legs, coating your thighs and Erwin’s in your pleasure. You screamed till your voice went silent, your back arching painfully as your nails dug into the desk.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl. Let it all out,” Erwin cooed. You barely heard him above the pleasure, your body collapsed on his desk, and your vision briefly darkened. Erwin pulled out of you, watching his cum mix with your juices as they dripped down your thighs. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold. He called your name, and when you didn’t respond he carefully lifted you off his desk.

“Come back,” He spoke gently, holding your trembling body against his as he took a seat in the office chair behind him.

“I’m right here, I’ve got you,” He whispered against your skin. It took you a moment, your lids felt heavy as you opened them and you smiled when you saw Erwin’s concerned face.

“Are you alright, my dear?”

“Was that good?” You asked, answering his question with your own and Erwin almost laughed.

“That was everything I wanted and more. You are incredible.” Your smile grew a little as Erwin lifted you into his arms, and your head fell against his shoulder.

“I love you,” You mumbled. “My Commander.”

“You’re going to have to stop calling me that.” You managed a small laugh.

“Does my voice have such an effect on you?”

“Everything about you has an effect on me,” He replied. “And after tonight I won’t be able to think of my title in any other way.”

“Good,” You replied, staring up at him with so much love in your eyes Erwin thought he would melt. He noticed you fighting sleep and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Rest, I’ll take care of everything else.”

[swampstew]

Kinktober 2023 ~ Raven's Bingo Board is back!

Year 2 let's go! I am so proud of how I jumped into this fandom straight with the kinks and I'm excited to finally show off what I've brewed in my cauldron for October this year. Unlike last time, the blorbos and the kinks have been pre-picked but I have not prepared a single thing! Last time I picked waaaaayyyy too many options and overwhelmed myself and even though I still managed to post over 20 posts, I definitely want get them all this time. I will NOT be posting a bingo story on SUNDAYS, just like last year. I have something far tastier in store for that :)

RULES

Every Monday-Saturday of October starting Monday 2, 2023, at 9 AM EST through the 30th, I'm going to screen record using a Bingo site to generate the numbers to pick the day's blorbo and kink. Then, I have until 11:59 PM to submit a post (ideally in by 8 PM cause I like consistency) - it will either be a one shot, head canon list, small drabble, but I gotta post!

We're playing Black Out Bingo which means we gotta hit EVERY tile in order to "win" the game. Winning the game means hitting every single tile (not posting means I'm fucking myself and everyone over) - and since the Bingo site counts how many calls are made, I've created a list of scenarios that could be the final Halloween Day story based on how quickly it takes to win the game.

The Bingo site can make total of 75 calls, so how many will it take to complete the board? Note: my bingo board's highest number is O-73.

# of calls it takes to win:

25 - 41 calls = creepy graveyard scenario

42 - 58 calls = haunted house scenario

59 - 75 calls = Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario

The Board: Each blorbo above (or below) a column of kinks is that blorbo's tile. So in this case, BINGO becomes - Law, Killer, Luffy, Kid, Zoro as the respective letters. Law's column is Pocket Pussy, Master Servant, Dirty Talking, Forced Orgasm, Pet Play. And since its Halloween, I'm making an effort to make every story stay in theme for the season.

Bring your monster fucker permits!

Edit: added this post which has a pre-recorded video and clarified explanation of how the game will play out if this post was confusing to understand.

ALL PROMPTS ARE SPICY. MINORS DNI

OCT 2 - Killer & Partner Sharing ft Eustass Kid OCT 3 - Luffy & Anal Beads OCT 4 - Luffy & Roleplay OCT 5 - Law + Pet Play OCT 6 - Law + Forced Orgasm OCT 7 - Zoro & Mirror Sex OCT 9 - Zoro & Collaring OCT 10 - Zoro & Total Power Exchange OCT 11 - Zoro & Stuck in a Wall OCT 12 - Luffy & Stockings OCT 13 - Eustass Kid & Cock Cage OCT 16 - Law + Master/Servant OCT 17 - Eustass Kid & Glory Hole OCT 18 - Luffy & Risky Sex OCT 19 - Killer & Shibari OCT 20 - Eustass Kid & Milking Table OCT 21 - Law & Dirty Talking OCT 23 - Killer & Overstimulation OCT 24 - Killer & Cum Eating OCT 25 - Eustass Kid & Con Non-Con OCT 26 -Roronoa Zoro & Praise Kink OCT 27 - Monkey D. Luffy & Triple Penetration OCT 28 - Trafalgar Law & Pussy Pocket OCT 30 - Eustass Kid & Cockwarming OCT 31 - Halloween Bingo Story - Eustass Kid X Demon Reader, trick or treat bag of kinks.

Since we've made 60+ calls, the Halloween Scenario is going to be:

Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario

[mybreakofdawn]

✨️Dirty Diana✨️

Paring: Michael Jackson x reader

About: Michaels concert in Wembley stadium changes a bit because of Princess Diana, and he needs you to play Dirty Diana with him because you are the only one who knows it by heart.

Request: Yes / No @heyitstial

Authors note: i dont know who reguested again because my app crashed, but here it is. I hope you guys like it!

Btw

(Y/f/n) is Your Full Name

(Y/b/s) is your birthstone

Enjoy!

*(Y/N's pov)*

It was the 6th of July 1988, London England. The big concert day was when Princess Diana and Prince Charles were attending, and it was already chaotic. Behind the stage, everyone was running to make everything perfect, what i can understand, but damn people were stressed. So i had a brilliant idea, i grabbed my acoustic guitar and began to play liberian girl while also singing softly with it.

After a few seconds, i saw them all calm down and smile at me they always appreciated me when i came with them on tour. I ended the song with a smile, and i heard clapping. I stood up and bowed.

"Thank you, thank you," i chuckled as the people started to get everything ready again, but now more calm. I lay my guitar in my bag as i heard someone scream my name.

"(Y/N)!! WHERE IS (Y/N)!!!" i turned around and saw Michael sprinting my way. "There you are!" He grabbed my shoulders tightly.

"Hey Mikey, what is it? You sound distressed, " i asked worried, he just gave a worried smile back at me. Oh no, this isn't good.

"Baby, i need you to do a favour for me, please!" He said seriously as i looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "Princess Diana, she is in the audience tonight, and her favourite song is Dirty Diana. i know Jennifer doesn't know it, and i know you know it by heart, please, please!!" He kept holding onto me with his eyes begging me. I smirked and crossed my arms.

"What's in it for me, my dear Michael?" i said while smirking even bigger. Michael looked at me with big eyes and got an idea and smirked also softly cupping my cheek, lowered his face next to mine.

"My love, i will make you feel out of this world after the concert..eventho it depends on how you play your part, of course," he whispered into my ear, making me have goosebumps I love his seductive voice. it's so different from his usual voice. He stood straight again, looking into my eyes. I smiled and played with one of his curls.

"Alright, I'll do it for you, my love," i said as he smiled happily and picked me up, turning me around.

"I can't live my life without you~" he said while stop turning me around and putting me down.

"I love you too, Mikey." i chuckled and gave him a kiss on those soft lips of his.

"Alright, uhm, i have an outfit for you. I need you to put that on, alright?" he grabbed my hand and dragged me to his dressing room. Finally, in his room, i saw this leather outfit, and i think this was the outfit he was talking about. "Tadaaaa, this is it~~" he smiled like a kid, so proud of what he had just shown me.

"Wow Mikey its amazing." i looked at it in awe damn this suit is amazing.

"Mike, whe have 30 minutes till the show begins!!" We heard yelling from the door.

"Yes, thank you!!" He screamed back and turned back at me. "Now, let's get you into this outfit~" i chuckled and rolled my eyes.

(Time skip)

"Alright, sweetie," Michael double looked at me and smiled, his curls luscious and his outfit on point with his jacket i love this outfit. "I need to get up on stage my love after Smooth Criminal you wil get picked up and just do what feels right alright" he hugged me and wanted to walk away but i grabbed hem by his collar and kissed him on his lips.

"Dont forget the good luck kiss Mikey go get them." i saw him smile after the kiss with a hint of blush and nodded. Michael disappeared into the curtain, and you could hear the people scream as the concert began. After 40 minutes of watching him dance and sing his soul out, it was time for me to go onto the stage. I walked through the backstage area. My thoughts were running everywhere, but as soon as i was on stage, my mind went calm. I got helped with plugging my guitar in, and they also told me what i could do with my cable range, i nodded and smiled. Jennifer, Michaels head guitarist, gave me thumbs up. I can do this. Michael stepped out of the tent, and as soon as the lights went on, i began playing. It felt so unreal but also so good. I looked into the crowd and smiled, thinking Michael really was something else. The solo was close, so i began to move closer to the stage where Michael was. Now it was my time to shine, the spotlight shining on me, and i gave it everything i got. Michael smiled and moved his fingers, knowing he liked it and wanted more, so i gave it to him, standing really close to him. The solo was about to end, and i took my distance a bit. He fell to the ground as i stopt my solo and the spotlight was on him. I walked behind him, seeing his hair was stuck on his forhead because of his sweat, and i reached out to unstuck it and walked back to my place and began playing normally again. After a few seconds, i saw Mikey looking at me and signed me to come back again, i walked back to him, and i took a deep breath and improvised a solo. The crowd was going wild as he started walking to the left side of the stage and of course i would follow him giving it more power making him bite his bottom lip and wave his hand in front of my guitar. I turned around and "shoot" with my guitar and ran up to where the other guys of the band were standing, still going on with my solo, Michael followed and i smirked and ran away again to the middle of the stage shredding the solo, i was feeling it. I looked at Michael with a smirk and saw him running towards me and then passing me to the right side of the stage. Fucking dick i thought and followed him giving even more then he would ever know from me. He looked at me with big eyes and a big smile. I smirked again and ran to the other side of the stage and going on the little platform on the front shredding the solo some more, i did notice Michael following me and standing behind me and singing his heart out. Standing there felt so fucking amazing i didnt care that all eyes were on me i wanted to make this song perfect what Mikey wanted. I knew the song came to an end when Michael went to the center of the stage, what was also kinda sad but i can understand. Everyone was involved of the end of the song the drums the keyboards and even me. I ran a bit on stage to both sides and dramatically pull om my string to get that perfect effect and as soon as i saw Michael turning i knew what i had to do, eventually Michael jumped and i jumped with him ending the song strong. But i knew Michael he moved his hand and we shredded with all of us still a few notes and stopt again really ending the song as the lights went out. Michael gave me a quick hug and walked to the tent again, sadly is my signal to go backstage again so he could finish the concert. As i stepped off from the stage the people cheered even more as i heard thriller being played. I smiled and sat on the couch. I was full of the adrenaline it was soooo cool and awesome.

"I can not believe i did that!" I squealed excited and watched the screen of Michael performing. I kept watching it mostly and ate some snacks till the concert ended. I saw him leaving the stage with the band still playing Man in the mirror. I suddenly saw him running towards me and grabbing my hands, dragging me back on stage. "Mike wha-" before i knew it, i was walking on stage with him, the crowd going wild again. He grabbed his microphone and brought it to his mouth.

"And i almost forgot my talented girlfriend (Y/F/N)," he said through the mic, and i widened my eyes, not noticing the crowd screaming even wilder than before. Michael was a bit nervous but smiled and showed me off by dancing with me to Man in the mirror and ending it with a soft kiss on my lips. The people screamed, loud even louder than before when we shared a kiss, making me blush a bit. He turned away from the kiss. "Dear fans and our royal quests, tonight i wanted to do something very special" he began and grabbed my hand tightly looking at me, still a bit nervous i really dont have an idea what he is going to do. Suddenly, he grabbed a box out of his pocket and went on one knee. I widen my eyes, not looking away at the sight in front of me. "My dear (y/n) you have been there for me since my younger days and so on went with me almost everywhere. I can not see myself without you in the future so~" he said into the microphone and opened the box, showing a very beautiful (y/b/s) ring. I couldn't believe it. "(Y/f/n) The lady in my life will you marry me?" He said almost out of breath because he was so nervous and i.. i felt extremely happy. I looked at the ring and then to him, the love of my life, i even forgot the crowd, that was going berserk, was still there. I smiled the biggest smile i could ever give and nodded.

"Yes!" I screamed a bit too enthusiastic and jumped onto Michael, hugging him. I felt his heartbeat fasten and hug me back. I broke the hug and let him put the ring on my finger. He smiled and looked at me, holding my hands both tightly. Eventually, our trance was broken by the crowd, who were, omg really going nuts at this point. Michael stood up and scratched the back of his neck. I just stood next to him, holding the mic when i suddenly got an idea. "How about one more song?" I asked into the microphone, the growd going nuts again meaning a yes. "Mikey? heartbreak hotel?" I said to Mikey, and he nodded and grabbed the microphone. "Yes hehe lets do it, but you'll need to do the guitar." he chuckled into the microphone, and i already stood ready. Michael gave the sign, and we began with a heartbreak hotel, my favourite song. Michael gave me a mic stand and a mic so i could sing with him. The bassist came forward, and Michael stood in front of him dancing and moving his arm on the beat. He walked away and walked to me for the guitar screaming whoohoo as he was with me.

(From now you will sing together)

"Live and sin~" i sang and saw Michael looking at me with a smile, singing the next line with me.

"Ten years ago on this day, my heart was yearning~" we sang in harmony as he danced next to me. "I promised i would never ever be returning~, where my baby broke my heart and left me yearning~" he turned and walked the other way, continuing to sing with me in harmony. We continued singing til the chorus came on me singing just a heartbreak hotel and Michael running to the left side of the stage.

"London, thank you!" he waved and bowed a bit, then came back singing again while dancing to the centre of the stage next to me.

"Hope is dead~" he danced around me and my guitar, enjoying me being on stage. "She thought that i had cheated for another lover." he walked a bit to the right side. "I turn my back to see that i am undercover." You could see he was extremely happy he couldn't stop dancing, making me sing his next line alone. "Now i can't convince this girl there ain't no other~" He walked back to me. "Someone's evil to hurt my soul~ every smile trail thought in Beguile." i already knew what he would do and sang it with the sounds of his hip dance. We sang further, going back to the chorus again. Michael ran to the right side, bowing again.

"Thank you, London!" And blew a kiss to the crowd before singing again together with me. I walked to the fire canon not too close and waited till my moment wil come. I have dreamed about this moment. Let me show Mikey how much i love this song. Mikey started the canon, making me appear and beginning the solo. He bites his lip a bit and enjoyed the moment of his soon to be wife, me heheh, playing one of her favourite solos. He danced in front of me, moving his hand on the beat i made.

The official solo of the song ends soon, but i am not done yet. When Mikey sang his adlibs i kept going on with the solo standing next to him losing myself into the solo that sounded amazing in Michaels ears, he was a bit taken a back by it as what i could see from his reaction. Eventually, the song did come to an end, and we stopped with me hitting the highest note i could make.

"London! Thank you so much!! I love you!!" Michael screamed into the microphone and grabbed my hand. "You were amazing!! My love," he said full of excitement as he guided me to the back of the stage, unplugging me from the speaker, towards backstage.

"I dont know what overcame me. i was living the moment, but omg!!!" I squeeled again and looked at the ring around my finger, becoming speechless.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He asked, worried, looking at my face. "Is it not the right birthstone? I can buy a new one -" he began to rant before i stopped him.

"No, my love i.. i can't believe you asked me on stage with almost the world watching." I said softly, still in unbelieve.

"(Y/n) i want to whole world to know that i have the most amazing and lovable woman in the entire universe, i love you (Y/n)" he grabbed my hands and kissing them softly. I blushed at what he said.

"I love you too, my husband~" i giggled and guided him to his dressing room, pushing him inside. "Now fiancé~~" i looked at Michael, who was a bit confused but excited. "Now for my reward," i said with a smirk and a wink. I saw Michael Gulp when i walked to the door and locked it. "Dont say you forgot." i giggled and turned back around, looking at him. He was a blushing mess, but i could see he was excited. "Wel, let's get started, shall we~?" i said before walking to him. All i need to say is i made Michael feel out of this world heheh.

-the end-

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>Authors note<

Well, i hope you guys love it hehehe it took a while, but here it isss hehehe. Tell me what you guys think i haven't written for a long time. I did enjoy writing this a lot, and i hope to do more in the future!!!

[starsandskies]

Kinktober 2022 - Prompt List

September 1, so it's that time of the year again! And as promised, here's my prompt list for Kinktober 2022. I repeated some (like a lot, lol) and added news but as always, feel free to mix them and adapt them to the content you intend to create.

You can tag me if you feel like it (here or on Twitter, @/LuaSpicyHours) or use #StarsAndSkiesKinktober so I can share your creations! 

Signal boost is appreciated!

Transcript of the list under the cut ♥

DAY 1: First Time DAY 2: Thigh Riding DAY 3: Dirty Talk DAY 4: Size Difference DAY 5: Blowjob DAY 6: Eating Out DAY 7: Edging DAY 8: Bondage DAY 9: Sixty-nine DAY 10: Pegging DAY 11: Nipple Play DAY 12: Creampie DAY 13: Overstimulation DAY 14: Mutual Masturbation DAY 15: Lingerie DAY 16: Anal Sex DAY 17: Cum Play DAY 18: Clothes on DAY 19: Facesitting DAY 20: Spanking/Impact Play DAY 21: Rough Sex DAY 22: Sexting/Phone Sex DAY 23: Hair Pulling DAY 24: Chastity Cage DAY 25: Threesome/Moresome DAY 26: Collar DAY 27: Toys DAY 28: Begging DAY 29: Body Worship DAY 30: Restraints DAY 31: Aftercare

[buryustogether]

buryustogether’s kinktober 2023

trying my hand at participating in kinktober this year! i’ll begin writing requests this month.

to request a spot, simply send me an ask with the day/kink + a character you’d like to see. all fics will be x readers. i have the right to refuse any character.

happy kinktober!

day 1: aphrodisiacs - ineffable husbands

day 2: dirty talk - crowley

day 3: breeding kink - miguel o’hara

day 4: size kink - miguel o’hara

day 5: breath play - crowley

day 6: car sex - johnny silverhand

day 7: threesome / moresome - ineffable husbands

day 8: lingerie - lemon

day 9: uniform kink - hunter

day 10: mirror sex - miguel o’hara

day 11: overstimulation - saul bright

day 12: role play - tangerine

day 13: phone sex - aziraphale

day 14: marking kink - jonathan reid

day 15: thigh riding - aziraphale

day 16: oral sex - tangerine

day 17: praise kink - crowley

day 18: blindfold - sam drake

day 19: loss of virginity - aziraphale

day 20: orgasm denial - crowley

day 21: begging - loki

day 22: predator / prey - bigby wolf

day 23: semi public sex - tangerine

day 24: bondage - miguel o’hara

day 25: scent kink - karl heisenberg

day 26: somnophilia - miguel o’hara

day 27: dacryphilia - loki

day 28: cockwarming - tech

day 29: mutual masturbation - bigby wolf

day 30: collar - crowley

day 31: body worship - viktor vektor

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F Reader/Flight attendant Chapters: 1 of 1 Word count: 4.7K Rating: Explicit

Summary: After a particularly rough flight you're suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, buyou end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.

Warnings: Explicit Rating, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Age Difference, Reader is Late 30s, But no specific identifiers, Description of Anxiety, Panic Attack, Mild PTSD, Fear of Flying, Pet Names, PWP, One-Shot, Semi-public Sex, You Have to Be Quiet, Bathroom Sex, Mile High Club, Dirty Talk, Light Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Mirror Sex, Unprotected PIV, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms

A/N: Well, this was supposed to be a quick little smutty thing that ended up getting away from me! But it was fun, and a nice exercise to work on outside of my series. And even with not being able to write at all for a good few days of it, two and half weeks for over 4.5k+ words (from scratch!) is definitely a record for me!

I have to give a shout-out to the many thots that come from the Andy Discord, and @tarrenterror for this one specifically. 😉 I hope you enjoy this little drabble that ended up turning into way more than that! 💕

Title is from "Learn To Fly" by the Foo Fighters

AO3 Link

Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right

Yesterday’s flight from Lisbon to Johannesburg had been a long and turbulent one with a very rough landing, much rougher than you’re used to even after three years as a flight attendant. 

The storms had kept you circling in the sky waiting for a break that refused to come, and after a long-haul flight the fuel was getting low so the pilot didn’t have a choice but to land. The plane hadn’t ended up going off of the rain-slicked runway but it was damned close, and you've been on edge ever since.

Even the tedious interview with the SACA Authority wasn't annoying enough to distract you for long, and neither last night’s patchy sleep, nor the mini-bar Red Bull are helping the persistent shake in your hands, but you have a fifteen hour flight to Corfu leaving today so you get yourself moving, hoping that a shower and some food will clear your head.

It doesn’t.

You’re not able to eat very much either, but mercifully last night’s storms have cleared and takeoff into a cloudless blue sky is smooth and uneventful, although your stomach is still acting like the toast you had managed to eat was an affront to your body.

You've never been airsick and you'd really prefer not to break your streak, not least because of the razzing you’ll get if you do, so you’re grateful when the plane finally levels off so that you can find your equilibrium again, and once the “Seatbelt” sign goes dark you're grateful for the distraction as you start rolling the beverage cart down the aisle.

Working on autopilot you don’t realize how completely you’ve zoned out until fingers are closing over yours as you hand a passenger his drink, barely catching his question.

“Are you alright, love?” 

Nudged out of your daze you finally look down at the man you’re serving.

He’s wearing dark jeans with heavy boots and a black button-up, the collar open to expose black ink across his chest and collarbones, sleeves rolled up to expose more tattoos on his forearms - or forearm, rather. Your brain tries to parse why his one arm looks not-quite-right until you realize it’s a prosthesis, although it's far more realistic than any you've ever seen apart from the distinct seams running through it. 

When you finally meet his you're quickly drawn in by bright blue eyes contrasted with tanned skin and dark salt and pepper curls, and while his hair is a bit shaggy you can faintly see another tattoo arcing beneath it.

It feels like your brain is on a delay, caught off guard by a combination of the inquiry and his striking features, and after several moments of your confused stare his eyes flick to where your hands are still connected. Suddenly you’re aware that inside the calm pressure of his fingers, yours are trembling, and it clicks that he must have seen the liquid shaking in the glass when you handed it to him.

"Oh. I'm ok,” You finally respond, giving your head a quick shake. “There was just a lot of turbulence on my flight coming in yesterday, and then we almost went off the runway, so..I guess I’m still a bit shaky, that's all.” 

You’re surprised that you answer him honestly but something about the way that he focuses on you, his eyes sharply observant, has you dropping the professional guard that you normally keep airtight with passengers. 

“Ah, that was you,” he says, finally releasing your hand and taking the proffered glass. “I heard about that. And you’re still back on a plane, today? That’s impressive.” 

His words are earnest as he tips his drink at you, and you find yourself fighting the flush that warms your skin at his praise.

“Well, it is my job," you reply, trying to keep your shrug nonchalant. "But thank you for your concern, sir.” Trying to brush off the brief flash in his eyes you work to settle your polite customer service mask back into place.

“Well, it sounds like you can handle it. But if you need a distraction,” the man takes a sip of his drink, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial timbre, “I might be able to help with that.” 

Meeting his eyes with a start you definitely see a dark glint in them now, the casual certainty in his tone that making it difficult to mistake his meaning.

It’s not the first time you’ve been propositioned - in fact it’s pretty par for the course in this world - and normally your reply would be quick and trite, saccharin words shutting down the standard attempts at flirting with a captive audience that you’re used to dealing with. But the teasing lilt of his words and the way the colour of his eyes deepens as they flick over your body sends an unexpected thrum of heat between your legs.

You're still trying to work out a reply when an annoyed voice cuts through the tension.

“Uh, miss? Maybe someone else could get a drink over here, today?"

“Of course. I’ll be right there,” you reply quickly, plastering an apologetic smile on your face, unsure whether you feel relieved or frustrated by the interruption. 

Relieved, you tell yourself. You're relieved. 

You manage not to look at the man again while you finish serving the rest of the food and drinks, but on your way back up the aisle when you finally allow yourself a glance as you pass his seat he calmly meets your eyes, making no attempt to hide that he was watching you.

You thought that you were going to make it the rest of the flight without incident, but in the early morning dark just a few hours before landing the plane hit a patch of turbulence, and even though it was barely a shake you had jolted awake instantly.

Now, while the rest of the plane slumbers on you’re tucked in the alcove back by the washrooms with your eyes squeezed shut, jacket and scarf discarded at your feet as your heart does its best to escape through your chest wall. Even though the plane is perfectly smooth now your nerves have returned in full force, fingers tingling as you try to will the cold, hollow feeling in your gut away from spreading into your limbs.

You feel a presence enter your personal space at the same time that you see the shadow fall over you through closed eyelids, and the voice you hear is low and calm, sliding its way into your consciousness between panicked breaths.

“Take a deep breath, love.”

Forcing your eyes open, you see the tattooed passenger from earlier standing in front of you.

“I don’t know what’s- I’ve never been like this before on a flight,” you feel compelled to explain as tears of frustration prick at your eyes. “I just can’t catch my-” you gasp, trying to keep your voice down so you don't disturb the sleeping passengers.

He glances over his shoulder briefly and then back at you, pausing for a moment as he seems to consider something, and then his arm is around your waist and he’s quickly guiding you into an unoccupied washroom, following closely and locking the door behind you.

Taking your hands in his, he moves them so that your palms are pressed flat against his chest, and when he speaks his words are steady but firm.

“Now, take a deep breath for me."

As he draws a slow, deep breath himself it dawns on you that he wants you to mimic him, so on his next inhale you match it by taking a shaky gulp of air into your lungs, and when he holds his breath at the top of it for a few seconds you do the same. Letting your eyelids slip closed you find that you’re able to focus on the rhythm of your breathing, on the feeling of warm fabric over firm muscle, on the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your hands.

You’re not sure how long you stay like this but steadily your nerves begin to settle, every breath calmer than the last. 

As your senses start to slide back into place you become aware of calloused palms covering yours, of your breath mixing in the shared space between you, and when you open your eyes again you’re greeted by the sight of both of your hands framing his chest beneath the open collar of his shirt.

“How are you feeling now?” The soft gravel of his voice draws your attention upward, appraising eyes meeting yours.

“Better. I…thank you. Really.” You reply truthfully, feeling better than you have in the past forty-eight hours.

Logically you know that you should end this now, that you need to pull away and return to the rest of the plane to prepare for the approaching dawn, but instead you feel frozen in place beneath his gaze.

“Good,” he says, making no a move to pull away, either.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline still working its way out of your system, or the way that his hands sliding up your forearms makes you shiver, or the heady musk of sweat and cologne mixing with the warmth of your bodies in the close space, but when you do move it’s not to pull away.  Instead you tighten your fists in the fabric of his shirt and when you tug he immediately responds, crowding closer until your back is flush against the wall behind you.

Keeping his eyes on yours his hands drop to your waist before sliding slowly around the curve of your hips, and when he tugs you against him you gasp when you feel the stiffening curve of his erection pressing into your abdomen.

He leans in close enough that his lips brush the crest of your ear, and though his breath is hot on your skin his words raise goosebumps along your neck.

“Would you like your distraction now?”

You can hear the smile curling around the sweet tease of his words, and you hum an affirmation, unable to help the roll your hips against his arousal.

“What was that?” 

There’s a sharper edge to his voice when he prompts you again.

“Yes,” you say more firmly, startled by how he’s managed to drop your guard and stoke your need so quickly, the warm ache between your thighs swelling from his proximity and a few simple words.

Pulling back, a hand moves to cup your cheek as you look at him through hooded eyes, a thumb sliding under your chin to tilt your face up and then his mouth is closing over yours, full lips surprisingly soft as they drag across yours in a teasing slide, and just when you feel the faint flick of his tongue and you part your lips to deepen the kiss, he pulls away. 

For a long moment time seems to hang suspended in the sharp blue of his eyes, and then as if drawn by a magnet it’s you that’s moving and your mouth is on his again, your own tongue flicking against the seam of his lips and you sigh when he parts them. 

The kiss quickly deepens as you run your hands over the broad muscle of his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck as his tongue swirls against yours, licking deeper and growling into your mouth when your hips start to roll against him more urgently. It’s not long before your touch grows frantic, both of you seeking more, fingers blindly grasping at fabric and tugging at buttons until his shirt hangs open, forgoing yours entirely as he tugs it up over your head before pulling you back against him, a hand sliding beneath your bra to cup your breast as he kisses you breathless in a growing fervor of tongues and teeth, 

When you try to lift your leg but your skirt stops you he tugs at the hem, pulling it up until it’s bunched around your middle and when you hitch your leg around his waist he grabs your hips in his hands, your cunt throbbing as he grinds you against the rough denim covering the now very prominent ridge of his cock.

Then suddenly his tattooed hand is finding its way between your bodies and sliding down to find the juncture of your legs, your mouth dropping open with a helpless moan when his fingers press the damp fabric against your sex.

“How are you feeling now, love?” He pants against your lips, his teasing words now rough with lust “Dis-distracted.” You huff a breathless laugh.

"That’s good,” he hums. “But you’re going to have to be quieter than that. You wouldn’t want to wake the other passengers, now, would you?”

His fingers press more firmly now, the friction of the slick fabric against your clit has you biting back a moan as you buck into his touch.

Taking a steadying breath you glance at the door before flicking your eyes back to his and shaking your head, No. 

With a pleased look his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, keeping his eyes fixed on yours as his fingers part you, sliding through your already damp folds and down to your entrance and you bite your lip as just the tip of his finger presses into you, gathering your arousal before sliding back up to nudge against your clit.

Then he does it again, fingers only swirling against the sensitive bud for a few seconds before dipping back down to find more of your slick, tracing and re-tracing the path along your sex until you’re trembling, and maybe it’s the altitude but you’re startled by how quickly you feel your orgasm building just from his teasing touch.

“Oh my god, I-” You whimper.

“What, love?” He asks, a teasing lilt to his words, but he must take pity on your desperation because his focus is only on your clit now, pressing firmly and quickly picking up on your needy rhythm as you rock against his hand, a shaky whisper squeaking from your throat.

“So close, oh my god oh-”

One of your hands flies up to your mouth to stifle the moans you can no longer hold back, faintly aware of rough words whispered into the space where you hover between anticipation and ecstasy, Let go, just like that. And then all of your thoughts are wiped away, eyes squeezing shut as your body tenses in bliss and you come hard, swells of pleasure surging out from the point where his fingers firmly coax your writhing hips to take what you need. 

His hand stays pressed against you even as the waves start to soften, feeling the aftershocks that continue to ripple through your cunt as your body relaxes and you drift back to awareness, and only when you go limp, your hand dropping from your mouth with a sigh does he release your thigh and remove his hand from between your legs. 

Though you’re still unfocused and trying to catch your breath, when his hands move to his belt your eyes follow, watching as he unbuckles it and then lowers the zipper, pushing his underwear and jeans down together until his cock bobs free, thick and glossy with precum at the tip. You lick your lips at the sight and he smirks at your greedy stare, stroking himself lazily a few times, smearing you along his length with the hand that was just between your legs.

Then without warning he grabs your waist, turning and pushing you forward and you have to quickly brace yourself against the wall as rough hands push your panties down around your thighs, and you hear a hitch in his breathing behind you as he grips your ass, slowly massaging and spreading you open.

“I’m going to fuck you now, alright love?” 

It’s a question that’s not really a question at all, but his rumbled words have you instinctively arching yourself into his hands and when you look back over your shoulder you go breathless, the blue of his eyes ocean deep and rough at the edges as he takes in the sight of your exposed sex. 

“Can see how wet you are,” he murmurs, seemingly to himself as he finds your soaked entrance again, and you barely manage to hold back a moan when he slowly slides a thick finger into your tight heat.

“Yes, you certainly seemed to like that, didn’t you?” 

His words are maddening but you’re unable to help the shuddering gasp when he adds a second finger, continuing to pump deep into you until his hand is shining with you.

“Shhh, listen," he hushes, and you bite your lip as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, the soft wet sounds of the slide and suck of them every time they sink into you obscene in the small space. “Already so messy, but I want to know how much more of a mess you’ll make when I’m fucking you on my cock.” 

You whine at the loss as he withdraws his fingers from you, using them again to slick himself with your arousal before pressing forward, and you tremble with anticipation when you feel the thick head slide through your folds to line up with your entrance.

The grip of his prosthetic hand on your hip is strong as he holds you in place, the thought fighting it’s way through the lust that it’s more than just what it seems - and that you should probably be concerned by that - but you can’t seem to find the will to care when his cock starts slowly sinking into you. 

Your eyelids flutter and you have no control over the gritted moan that escapes from your throat as he stretches you open, and he quickly moves his other hand to cover your mouth.

“I’d love nothing more than to make you cry out til you’re hoarse,” he growls between clenched teeth. “To find out what pretty sounds you make when you’re desperate. But right now I need you to be good for me and stay quiet. Can you do that, love?”

You’re not actually sure if you can, but the only clear thought in your mind is that you need him to keep going, so you nod against the resistance of his hand. 

Feeling your agreement he releases your mouth and moves both hands back to your hips, continuing the slow slide of his cock into you. Just barely managing to tamp down the sounds he’s drawing from your throat you once again focus on taking deep, shaky breaths as your fingers grasp at nothing on the wall, and even though the aching stretch of him is almost too much all you can think is that you want more.

Laying your palms flat you brace yourself against the wall and push back, rocking your hips to encourage him deeper, but he’s thick and even with your effort there's not enough leverage in this position to take him as deep as you want to.

However that doesn’t seem to stop him from letting you try.

"You can do better than that, can't you?” His words are an infuriating tease. “Don't you want to take all of it?"

You know he can sense how frustrated you’re getting as you continue to move, but he's still keeping himself just far enough back that you struggle to take him deeper. 

“Don’t you want to make me?” You grit back, startled by the low heat of your words.

“Careful, love. I’m not sure that you want me to ‘make you’.” 

His words are black as pitch as fingers dig roughly into the flesh of your hips, your cunt fluttering around his cock at the warning in his voice.

“Ohhh, but look at that.” he sighs, suddenly. ”Aren’t you a sight.”

Your movements falter, confusion interrupting your frustration until a hand grips your chin and turns your head toward the far wall so that your eyes fall on your disheveled reflections in the small mirror there, gasping as you take in the image of yourself, glassy-eyed and panting and still desperately trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock.

When you meet his eyes through the mirror a slow grin spreads across his lips, and then his hand moves to cover your mouth again.

Your brows knit in confusion since you thought that you had managed to keep mostly quiet, but you only have a second to wonder what he's doing when without warning he thrusts hard, pulling you roughly back onto his cock at the same time and stifling your cry of surprise behind his hand as he finally buries himself all the way to the hilt.

"I know, shhh, it's alright, love,” he pants against your cheek. “Wanted me to make you, yeah?”

A muffled moan is your only response as he uses the hand that’s over your mouth to keep your head pressed back against his shoulder, then just barely pulling out of you he grips your hip tight with his prosthetic hand and thrusts back into you.

“Christ you feel so fucking good.” he grits out, rutting into you harder, and the fact that you can tell he's fighting to keep his own groans under control makes the bloom of pleasure in your cunt deepen as he fills you again and again, unable to hold back the whining pant in your throat at every jolt of his hips against your ass.

You try to brace your hands more firmly against the wall but your elbows buckle as he leans into you, thrusting hard, and you hold yourself on your forearms instead, hearing a delicious grunt in your ear every time he bottoms out. The muscles of your cunt begin to tighten, the angle and the deep friction of his cock grinding against the sensitive spot behind your clit sending white hot sparks beneath your eyelids, and you feel like if you could just get your fingers on your clit you’d be there.

You manage to steady yourself on one arm as the other hand reaches desperately down between your legs, the brush of your fingers over your clit rough and unsteady as he continues to fuck you but it doesn’t matter, it only takes a few circling swipes and every sense is tightening its focus on his cock and your fingers.

“Are you going to come for me again?” His growled whisper stutters with the rhythm of his thrusts.

But even if his hand wasn’t over your mouth  you couldn’t have responded, your only thought the breathless pressure of your climax rising higher and higher, blinding you to anything else as your vision goes grey at the edges and your body spasms around and against him, a desperate moan shuddering through your chest as your orgasm finally overtakes you. 

Not letting up he continues to fuck you through it, every stroke of his cock achingly deep, but it’s not long before you feel his rhythm start to falter and with a final few thrusts he stills, the tight grip of his fingers digging into your jaw until you feel the throb of his cock as he comes, shaking against you and biting back a guttural sound as he spends himself deep in your cunt. The last waves of your climax have you still clenching around him, and while the movement of his hips slows he keeps himself buried in you as deep as possible so that you can do nothing but take every last drop.

You gasp to catch your breath when he releases your mouth and finally collapses against you. Pressing you into the wall he pants into your hair, the weight of him almost helping to keep you upright while your body is still shaky and unsteady.

After a few long moments like this you eventually feel him shift and pull back, both of you biting back one last moan as he slowly slides out of you, finding yourself aching at the loss.

“You go out first,” you say, still slightly breathless. “I'm..I need a second to clean up.”

“No, you don’t.” 

His tone is casual, and you don't really understand. 

“Um, after that? Yeah, I do.” You laugh a little, assuming that he’s joking.

“No. You don't.” He repeats firmly and turns to face you, a glint of gold flashing through his grin as he finishes buttoning his shirt. “Because that wasn’t your distraction.”

“It’s...what?” You stammer, still trying to figure out what he’s getting at.

“Your distraction,” he continues, stepping back into your space “will be feeling my cum leaking out of you for the rest of the flight.”

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open in shock.

“Maybe it’ll soak through your panties. Start dripping down your legs as you walk around serving coffee, and you’ll have to act like I didn’t fill your needy little cunt.”

“Jesus Christ,” you pant. “What...who the hell are you?” It’s all you manage to get out as your mind swirls at his words.

He doesn’t answer your question, but when his expression darkens you can almost hear the words he doesn’t say: Maybe it’s best you don’t know, love.

“You should get dressed.” His eyes flick pointedly to where your panties are still down around your thighs, your skin flushing with embarrassed heat as he patiently watches you finally absorb his meaning, but something in his smirk has a swell of defiance surging through you, and perhaps there’s another kind of heat there as well.

Doing your best to fix a neutral expression on your face you keep your eyes on his as you slowly pull the garment back up before tugging your skirt down from where it’s bunched around your waist. Finally you pull your shirt back on, straightening and smoothing everything back into place as best you can before quickly fixing your hair.

Once you’ve tucked your flyaways behind your ears you meet his eyes again with an expectant arch of your brow.

“Ladies first,” he says with a sly grin and gestures towards the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

He was right, and you’re not sure how you feel about it. 

There was more turbulence just before landing prep but you don’t feel the spike of adrenaline that you had before, as if the circuit of anxiety had been interrupted. Instead all you can think about is the slick warmth growing between your thighs with every step you take, and every time you glance at him he’s watching you, a persistent thrum of heat low in your belly at the knowing smile that curls the corner of his lips

About two months later, on the same long-haul flight from Johannesburg to Corfu, you’ve started walking the drink cart down the aisle when you catch a glimpse of a tattooed arm leaning on the armrest. 

It could be anyone, you reason. Lots of people have tattoos.

You pretend that you’re not eager to reach the seat, but as you approach your breath quickens when the distinct arc of ink running up his neck and beneath a fresh undercut comes into view.

“Hello, love,” he greets you with a familiar grin. 

Heat slides through your core when you hear the voice that’s haunted your dreams for weeks, and you try to keep your words steady as you repeat the practiced refrain.

“What can I get for you today, sir?” 

“I have something for you, actually,” he replies, reaching a hand into his pocket and withdrawing a folded slip of paper, holding it up for you to take. 

After a beat you pluck it from between his fingers, opening it to see an address that you recognize as a hotel not far from the airport. And a name.

Ulysses Klaue.

Somehow unsurprised that he would have a name like that, you meet his eyes as you tuck the paper into the pocket of your jacket.

“Your drink order, then..Mr. Klaue?”

“Whiskey, please. And call me Ulysses, love.”

You bite back a smile as you move to serve the next passenger, wondering if you’ll have to wait the full fifteen hour flight to feel his hand between your legs again.

But judging by the glint in his eyes when you look back at him, you having a feeling that you won’t.

A/N: As always, thank you so very much for reading, and I hope that you enjoyed reader's smutty little adventure in the sky. 😉

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Charmante Promptober

M.Masterlist

---------- A/n; As a 'writer', whose defiantly wrote smut but never posted it, it's only fair I join a very popular October event. Here's the prompt list and the members I've chosen :). This is all Ateez thanks to a HYPERfixtaion on this band, I physically cannot write for any other group atm. Anyway towards the end you can join a taglist (which I've actually never done) but anyway, October is going to be a bit wild :). ----------- Warnings: SMUT, 18+ A lot of stuff, if you're uncomfortable with anything, please click away.

Charmante Kinktober;

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Day 1; Aftercare (San) - Let's be real, San can get a little rough. Somehow the aftermath is just as unreal.

Day 2; Massage (Hongjoong) - It was just supposed to be a little chill sesh with bff!Hongjoong, but it's just not enough.

Day 3; Public (Wooyoung) - Trying to avoid fwb!Wooyoung isn’t working especially at a club and especially since he doesn’t wanna let you go.

Day 4; Fingering (Yunho) - Yunho makes a small mistake. More like big especially when it comes to his best friend.

Day 5; Lingerie (Yeosang)

Day 6; Cosplay (Seonghwa)

Day 7; Teasing (Jongho)

Day 8; Stockings (Mingi) - A new purchase causes an interesting situation.

Day 9; Dirty Talk (San)

Day 10; Collar/Pegging (Hongjoong)

Day 11; Breeding (Yunho/Mingi)

Day 12; Against a Wall (Yeosang)

Day 13; Sub/Dom (Wooyoung)

Day 14; Caught/Edging (San)

Day 15; Blindfold (Yeosang) 

Day 16; Pussy Drunk (Mingi)

Day 17; Betrayal (Hongjoong) 

Day 18; Corruption (Mingi) 

Day 19; Size Kink/Demon (Yunho/Wooyoung appearance?)

Day 20; Femdom (Hongjoong) - Hongjoong's ego makes him a small mistake.

Day 21; Public (Seonghwa)

Day 22; Forbidden (Jongho)

Day 23; Vampirism (Mingi)

Day 24; Sex Pollen (Hongjoong)

Day 25; Toys (Wooyoung/San)

Day 26; Marking (Jongho)

Day 27; Sex Swap (Yeosang)

Day 28; Bondage (Seonghwa/Jongho?)

Day 29; Lactation (San)

Day 30; Tentacles (Yunho/Seonghwa?)

Day 31; Gangbang (All)

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Kinktober 2022

I've never done kinktober before, and there's a first thing for everything, right? I've inserted the characters I like best in One Piece, but there are still some slots empty because I can't decide what characters I should fill them with... so feel free to send suggestions :D Or else I'll probably fill them in with Kid or Corazon, because they're my favorites hehe

I hope I get to do them all, but if I fall behind I will color the days I miss in yellow, and I will hopefully write them as one-shots later on!

The list is down below

Day 1: First time - Portgas D. Ace

Day 2: Thigh riding - Shanks

Day 3: Dirty talk - Dracule Mihawk

Day 4: Size difference - Donquixote Doflamingo

Day 5: Blowjob - Trafalgar Law

Day 6: Eating out - Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon)

Day 7: Edging - Shanks

Day 8: Squirting - Nami

Day 9: 69 - Killer

Day 10: Pegging - Sanji

Day 11: Nipple play - Eustass Kid

Day 12: Creampie / breeding kink - Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon)

Day 13: Voyeurism - Sanji and Eustass Kid x fem! reader x Law

Day 14: Mutual masturbation - Portgas D. Ace

Day 15: Lingerie - Trafalgar Law

Day 16: Threesome - Killer x fem! reader x Killer

Day 17: Overstimulation - Perona

Day 18: Age gap - Silvers Rayleigh

Day 19: Facesitting - Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon)

Day 20: Spanking / impact play - Roronoa Zoro

Day 22: Anal sex - Eustass Kid

Day 22: Blindfold - Killer

Day 23: Hair pulling - Crocodile

Day 24: Choking - Trafalgar Law

Day 25: Rough sex - Donquixote Doflamingo

Day 26: Collar / kitten play - Eustass Kid

Day 27: Toys - Franky

Day 28: Begging - Dracule Mihawk

Day 29: Body worship - Donquixote Rosinante

Day 30: Dacryphilia - Jewelry Bonney

Day 31: Aftercare - Nico Robin