#kinkmas 23

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧Summary~ Neteyam sees how well you act with children and it makes him think of how good you’d be with your own children.

✧Warnings~ Lots and lots of dirty talk, talk of impregnation, unprotected sex, p in v, breeding,mating press, rough sloppy sex, dom!neteyam, sub!reader, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy love<33

✧Translations- Yawntu-beloved, ma’evenge- my girl

✧For best experience, listen to this song😉

All it took was for neteyam to see the way you acted so motherly to your baby sister, feeding her, playing with her, holding her on your hip while you did some chores that gave him the primal urge to stuff you full of his cum and give you a child of your own.

He walked over to you quickly, braids swinging from side to side fluidly. “Yawntu! I haven’t seen you all day!, how-“ “I need you.” He states lowly, looking at you with lust filled eyes. “Teyam I’m kinda doing something right now-“ you remark, signaling to your baby sister that was sitting comfortably in your lap playing with her toy as you were making a necklace for Neteyam.

“I’ll ask kiri to come and watch her.” He says quickly, wrapping his large hand around your bicep. And as if on cue, kiri and your sister tsireya walk in.

“Hey, y/n” kiri says as she walks over to you and your sister, tsireya trailing close behind. “Sister! How’s she been? Did she say anything yet?” She questioned, picking your sister up from your lap.

You chuckle at her questions, opening your mouth to respond but neteyam is quicker than you. “She’s good. Me and y/n need to go so can you guys watch her?” He says calmly, tugging you up quickly so you’re standing next to him.

They both shake their heads yes before turning their attention back to your sister. Giving neteyam the chance to tug you out of your families marui.

You can barely keep up with his long strides,basically jogging behind him to keep up with him.“Neteyam! What’s your issue?” You say angrily, his demeanor slowly started to piss you off.

He stops walking abruptly, making you collide with his strong back. “Ow! Neteyam what the fuck?” You bark, eyebrows furrowed and tail swishing in an agitated manner. He ignores your question as he turns around, scooping you up from the ground effortlessly and place you over his shoulder. “You’re slowing me down.” He states plainly. Tone husky and accent thick. Which told you how aroused he really was.

You stayed silent the rest of the walk, trying to ignore how he’d brush his fingers up against your needy pussy every once in awhile. When you finally get to your marui he slams the makeshift door shut. Throwing you on the bed gently before climbing on top of you, kissing you heatedly.

“Wanna get you pregnant..” he mumbles into the kiss gravelly, roughly grinding his hard-on into your clothed cunt.

The friction from the cloth makes you bite your lip, already losing your mind in the pleasure. But you still try to pull yourself back to your reality.

“Yawntu, I don’t think we’re ready to-“

“Please baby. Please. You act so well with children and so do I, we both have basically raised our siblings so who says we can’t raise our own children?” He argues, leaving you opening and closing your mouth searching for a response but you’re completely dumbfounded. His logic was something you couldn’t argue with.

He bucks his hips into your cunt, making you moan softly. “Fuck! Fine ok! I want your babies Neteyam, please!” You whine, the words making him growl deeply.

Both of you take off your loincloths in record time, desperate to feel each other. He shoves two of his fingers into your cunt, stretching you out for him. Making you grab his wrist to pull it away.

“Uh-uh. I want you now.” You say seductively, spreading your legs wider to give him room. His breathing gets heavier at the sight infront of him, making him grab your hips harshly. Lining his tip up with your throbbing cunt.

“So desperate for me, aren’t you babygirl?” He says before slamming into you, making you both moan loud and wantonly. His pace is slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot perfectly every time.“Fuck ma’evenge.. wanna see you all swollen and pretty so bad. Gonna look so~hah fuck~ gonna look so good with my baby inside you.” He babbles, cock twitching at the thought of you like that. Making your walls flutter around him and your moans and whines get louder.

He places your legs on your sides, holding them in place. Bending you in ways you never knew you could be. The new angle pushes him deeper inside of you, making the coil in your stomach snap immediately.

He lets out a guttural growl at the feeling of your pussy spasming around him, causing him increase his pace. Sending your fast, deep strokes. You shake and whimper as he uses you, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “Te-yam..pl-pleasee!” You shriek, voice bouncing from his ruthless thrust.

He throws his head back, lost in the tightness of your pussy and the sound of your moans. “Nah babygirl, you wanted this remember? Don’t whine now because I’m giving you exactly what you want.” He teases, cocking his head to the side causing his braids to fall in front of his face and a smug smirk to go with it all.

You whine pathetically at his words, cunt squeezing him hungrily. His thrust start getting sloppier and his moans and growls turn more guttural the more your cunt gets somehow tighter around him. Making him lean down to kiss you passionately, cadging your head between his strong arms.

He leaves a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck, licking and sucking into your skin slowly. “Want everyone to know who you belong to, ma’evenge. Want everyone to know whose name you scream every night. Who leaves you a shaking mess because of how hard he makes you cum” he says seductively, pushing his body into yours. Desperately trying to rub his scent all over you and get deeper inside of you.

The feeling of him stretching your cunt beyond her limits and his words is what pushes you over the edge, your whole body shaking in his grasp.

“Fuck pretty girl, gonna stuff you so full of my cum it’s gonna be dripping down your legs for days. Want that baby? Want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me you let me knock you up?” He rambles, the obscene squelching from your pussy filling both of your ears.

“Mhm! Please! Want that s’bad, teyam!” You slur, officially drunk on his cock. He groans deeply at this, the noise going straight to your cunt. Your whines feeding his primal urge to stuff you to the brim,mark you, and scent you.

You claw your nails into his back when you feel your orgasm hit you like a wave, spraying your essence all his dick and lower abdomen. The sight and feeling is enough for him to spill his cum into your fertile womb,thrusting in you periodically to make sure you’re filled.

He leaves a row of bites on your shoulder and neck, licking and sucking each one when he was done.

“Now you really belong to me, ma’evenge.”

A/N~ I NEED HIM INSDIE OF ME SO BAD HELP😩 writing this made me so incredibly horny I physically cannot rn. I hope y’all enjoyed this tho😋 stay safe and hydrated bbys🩷

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Kinkmas 🎄 № 2: Voyeurism

summary: harry takes you to amsterdam. 

word count: 4.2k

reading time: 18 min.

content warnings: 18+, sex toys, public sex, sex work(ers), teasing, oral (f reciving), manhandling (if you squint), d/s undertones (harry is just a little bossy is all), pet names (baby, lovie, good girl, pretty girl) implied bi/pan!reader, fxf scene, f solo scene, fxm scenes are also described as well. very obvious ignorance to sex work/sex clubs. 

a/n: now i wanna go to Amsterdam. brb booking my flight! 

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Harry prided himself on his ability to plan a trip for the two of you. From beginning to end, you never had a care in the world on these trips other than what dress you would wear to dinner. Even then, Harry often made his preference very clear by digging into your bag while you showered and laying out his pick for the night (accessories included, of course). You didn't mind being his little doll; you liked it when he picked out something for you. It made you feel special; you'd yet to figure out why, but you didn't question it too much. Not when every part of your trip was planned, from the moment you woke up to breakfast in bed to some activity fit for each day to dinner reservations each night. Harry had it all covered. 

You found yourselves on this trip in Amsterdam. 'Just because,' he said. And that was a good enough reason for you to get another stamp on your passport. You've done all the tourist spots thus far. All but one. Until tonight. 

Tonight, you were headed to a show. A show in the redlight district. 

So, what you cheated this time. You saw the confirmation email on Harry's phone from the theater earlier, did a quick Google search, and now your stomach is in knots. In a good way, nervous anticipation more than anything. But still, you had to remain calm. Tonight was a surprise, so you needed to be surprised. 

Harry was sure you were going to be. Regardless of how horrible your acting had been, trying to pretend like you didn't know where you were headed, he knew you too well. He knew you saw the confirmation and damn near planned it for you to see. Harry knew your curiosity would eat at you, and you'd inevitably do your own research. But he also knew that you'd only go searching so far. He hopes he's staying within your boundaries with this one. That this all wasn't too much. But by the way, you're fumbling at the vanity, trying to do the finishing touches to your make-up and hair, telling him you are more than ready for tonight. 

You fumble through your make-up bag in search of a specific brush when Harry comes up behind you, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

"Almost done, baby. I know we are on a timer." you rush out, eyes meeting him in the mirror briefly, not noticing that only one hand is on your waist. The other is behind his back, holding something. 

"Don't rush; we're more than okay on time." he smiles, pressing a hiss to the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine that wakes you up. "Can I ask you to hold onto something for me?" 

You don't look up from what you're doing in front of the mirror; you don't even see what he's holding up. "You have a million pockets, bab-" your eyes widen when they meet his in the mirror after locking eyes with what's in his hand. "You brought that on the plane!" you whisper, through a smile, turning towards him, heat rising to your cheeks at the thought. In his hand was what was slowly becoming your favorite toy that you and Harry had added to your 'playtime.' It was your remote control butterfly-esque toy. It was meant to fill you up just enough while the buzzing base hit right up against your clit just right. You've discussed wearing it in public before but never thought he would commit to the idea. You can't believe he'd brought it. Happy, excited, even, but nervous. 

"I did. Specifically for tonight. Thought it would be appropriate for where we're going?" 

"Where could we possibly be going where that's appropriate?" you smirk, playfully batting at his chest. 

"You'll see," he smirked, taking a moment to read your face. "Look, I know we've only ever used this guy in the bedroom, but I thought it would be fun tonight. If you are uncomfortable, we can scratch -" 

"No!" you rush out, reaching for it in his hand. "I just mean - what were you thinking?"

"Well, I don't want to give away the whole surprise, but it starts with this," He emphasizes by bringing your attention to the toy, "Going inside of my pretty girl." he smirks, looking between your legs, "after I have a taste of course," he adds. 

"Oh, well, of course," you giggle, rolling your eyes playfully. 

"Right. So once I've had my fill of my peach, then this will go nice and snug inside your pussy," Harry says with a smile before he brings his hand up from your hip to your jaw, bringing your eyes to his, his eyes blown out in lust. "And you're going to hold it in there for me. All night until we get back here. Hopefully, if you are up for it, I'll be spending the rest of our last night between your legs. Letting you see Amsterdam from your favorite angle, baby." He rasps, dipping his down and crashing his lips to yours. 

On your back. 

You giggle into the kiss. It was a silly thing you'd said when you were in Paris. You had the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. You are unsure how he did it; regardless, it was an ideal view. And yet you spent most of the trip, seeing it upside down, while on your back, head dangling off the side of the bed as Harry had worked, orgasm after orgasm from you. You'd then joked that you'd want to see every city with him on your back. Seeing the Eiffel Tower upside down was your favorite way to see it. So it's kind of become a tradition of sorts to have mind-blowing sex in each city you visit together, at least once.  

Harry has taken it to be a challenge to get you that high off him, to say something just as goofy in every city, and if that meant you were on your back, well….it was tradition. He leans in, deepening the kiss, "How's that sound?" He pulls away and chuckles at your eyes, still fluttering open. 

"Good. yeah." 

"Yeah? This is okay?" he asks, seriously, his tone sweet as pie. 

"Yeah. It…could be fun. Just try not to embarrass me too with it too bad," you joke with a sigh, and Harry shakes his head insistently. 

"Never. I'd never embarrass you with this. This is for us, for you. S' not to make a spectacle of you. I'd never." 

"I know," You giggle into a kiss, trying to shake some of your nerves. 

"I just want you to know. Now," He smirks devilishly down at you, lust clouding over his eyes, "Can I?" 

You cross your arms across your chest, "I don't know, can you?" you mock, finally getting to pull his favorite word 'gotcha' on him. And he groans, gripping your jaw again, playfully growling at you. 

"You brat." he sighs at you. He leans down, kissing you deep, before pulling away just enough. "May I?" he asks, eyes never leaving yours. "Please." 

"You may." you breathe out.

You barely have time to register his movements. He's on his knees before you, hiking your dress up your thighs in seconds. He looks up at you with a devilish grin as he shimmies your panties down your thighs. You kick them to the side, and Harry grabs hold of one of your thighs, hooking it over his shoulder, "Lean back, baby. Hold onto the sink." He smirks before planting sloppy kisses up each of your thighs. Slow and intimate.  

Harry wasn't a fan of quickies. Sure, you'd had a few here and there, but they were never Harry's style. He never rushed, not with you. And especially not when he was given the privilege of going down on you. No, he was going to savor every moment he got to spend between your thighs. Knowing that he was the only one to see you from this angle. 

When his lips finally did land where you'd been wanting them, it was just a light peck to your folds. Followed by a long bold lick from your entrance to your clit. 

"Harry, we don't have time." You whine, wanting him to devour you like you both know he wanted to. 

"Shhh, don't you worry about that," he coos, placing another kiss on your thigh, "just relax." He returned his lips to your folds and did what Harry does best. Take you to heaven. He went slow at first, alternating between licking up and down your folds and sucking on your clit. His hands roamed and groped, pulling you down further onto his tongue. He licked and sucked, twirled his tongue. God, was he amazing with his mouth. And never was he stingy in blessing you with his oral talents. He was so lost in you, drunk on the taste of you on his tongue, Harry nearly forgot about his original plan. It wasn't until he felt your fingers twist into his hair, tugging ever so slightly with a whine, that he was brought back down to earth. 

"Can I ask you for one more thing, baby?" He asks against your pussy. You look down at him, eyes blown out in lust, nodding vigorously. You were so close. 

"Mmhmm, anything." You keen, tugging at his hair some more. 

"I need you to come for me. Can you do that?" He asks, looking up at you, slowly inserting his middle finger inside. 

Your mouth falls open, eyes still locked on Harry on his knees for you. "Mmmhmm." You nod. 

"Good girl," He coos, and your stomach flips at the praise, "You come for me, and then I'll give you the toy, and you keep it for the rest of the night, okay?" Again, all you had the brain power to do was nod at him, tugging his hair, pulling him closer. 

You could feel the spring in the pit of your stomach; you were right there. "Harry-"you keen, 

"That's it, baby, come on." He encourages, curling his fingers up, dragging them in and out of you at a pace that has you spinning. "Come on my fingers, baby." 

It's all you need. Harry's permission before you come undone on one of his hands while the other arms hold you up. He works you through your first orgasm of the night, pulling it from you with every drag of his fingers. You barely have time to fully come down before you feel him removing his fingers and inserting the toy. It's slightly thicker than Harry's fingers, so the fit is somewhat snug, but the feeling is phenomenal. 

Harry straightens up once the toy is in place and you've caught your breath. He shimmies your panties back up your legs and straightens your dress out for you. You wrap your areas around his shoulders, bringing him close to you, and he places a sweet peck on your forehead and nose before kissing your lips, just enough for you to taste yourself. "You okay?" He smiles. 

"Yeah. Thank you." You breathe out, your head still a little fuzzy from your orgasm, your legs still a little weak. 

"You don't have to thank me every time I make you come, baby." He chuckles. 

"I know. But still." You shrug, leaning your forehead against his for just a moment. You two stood momentarily while you came down, holding each other against the sink. 

"Can you finish getting ready for me?" He asks, bringing you back to the present. 

"Yeah - just a few minutes." you smile. He looked down at you with a proud grin on his face.

"I'll be out there," he looks down at his watch and chuckles. "Okay, maybe now we are on a bit of a time crunch, but still - baby, don't rush." He places a quick kiss on your temple. "I will be by the door when you're ready." 

'I'll be by the door' was Harry Speak for 'I love you, but you have ten minutes.' You shake your head and opt for a quick brown contour on your eyes to give you some life rather than your planned smoky eye. You topped off the look with some mascara and gloss. It's a nice no-make-up look. 

Perfect for a sex show - Buzzzz. You jolted forward. 'He's a mind reader, isn't he?' You think. How else could he have perfectly cued the vibrating egg to go off at the mere thought of tonight's plans?  

"Lovie - come on," Harry calls from the front of the hotel with a smirk ever so present in his voice. 

Bastard. You curse him in your head, trying to keep your moans at bay. Just when you think you feel like you feel the beginnings of that tingly feeling that starts at the base of your spine once more, it stops. And Harry comes around the corner, no indication on his face that he's the reason you've been hunched over in here rather than out there with him. "You ready?" 

Shit. You hated this game. You were terrible at it. But it was Harry's favorite. 

The game? Harry worked you up, with you doing the same, while you both played coy and ignored the other's attempts until someone broke. That someone was nearly always you. 

"Yes." You squeak out, straightening your dress out. "Fuck." you say out loud. How would you keep this thing in you with a dress if he plans on doing that all night? 

"Everything okay?" he asks condescendingly. 

"Fine." you breathe out. You were not going to let Harry win at this that easy. "I'm fine, let's go. I'm ready." He smiles at you, proud of your attempt to keep the game going. Tonight was going to be so fun for you both. 

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Harry kept you huddled into his side as you moved through the brisk December streets of Amsterdam. Your coat was more style than function, and Harry, ever the gentleman, sacrificed his own for you to stay warm. 

"We're just about - Oh. Here it is." he slows down, pulling you behind him to a door along a strip of stores that looked abandoned. He feels the weight of you stopped behind him. "I promise this is the place." Still, you don't budge, "I have it on good authority that this is the place," he smirks. 

"Who's authority, Harry?" You whisper for some reason, but this feels like the part of town where you whisper. Without answering, he turns his back to you, looking down at his phone again before knocking on the door several times and pocketing it. And it opens. Harry gives a vague riddle, and the next thing you know, you are being pulled behind a doorway in the Red Light District of Amsterdam. 

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It's a theater. A rather large one, with three stages, or one big stage with two diving walls. Each location was wide enough to have stairs leading from the vast audience to each stage. In the back was a bar, lit dimly with a few scattered patrons. But in the center of the room, the audience seating was…different. 

For one, the place was packed with patrons. For seating, there were booths and small tables, but closer to the stage were cabana-type seating, with some sort of private walls made of flowy dark satin curtains. The whole space was draped in dark purple, black, and gold. The lights were low, completely dim, if not for the stage light and the small lamps scattered about on some tables. The music was quiet yet thumping. You could feel the bass in your chest, and the vibrations did nothing to help the ache between your thighs. 

But, the stages. 

That's where the center of all attention in the large room was and where your eyes were glued the entire time Harry pulled you through the theater to your reserved booth. 

"Sit, baby." Harry smiles, tugging your hand for you to follow him into the rounded booth. You look down at him, then behind you, realizing you are blocking people's view. "You like it?" Harry asks, draping an arm around your shoulder as you shrug off his jacket, draping it across your lap. Covering what your dress doesn't. 

My clever girl, Harry thinks. 

"Is this -" 

"This is the show," he whispers down into your ear. "See, each one is a different stage of arousal. See?" he explains, looking out onto the stages. You get a perfect view of all three stages from where you two are seated. You notice a few smaller platforms scattered throughout the room and at either side of the stage, to the right and left. On each platform stood a woman, fully exposed, moving to the music and flowing with the lights that danced across her skin. It was art. 

On the stage closest to you and Harry was a couple, a man and a woman. He was much larger than her, similar to you and Harry's size difference. He towered over her as he caressed her cheek. Their movements were slow and sensual but deliberate as they stood center stage, with nothing but a chair on stage beside them. You were so focused on them and the music and the lights you didn't notice Harry reaching into his pocket, retrieving the remote for the toy. Only when it was too late did you realize. As you feel the toy's vibrations, you reach over, gripping Harry's knee underneath the tiny cocktail table. A small squeak escaped your lips. 

"Shhh…baby, be good. Be quiet for me, okay?" 

"Yeah." you quip out, digging your nails into his thigh, causing him to hiss. 

"Use me how you need, baby," he whispers tightly into your ear, and you have to bite your lower lip to keep from moaning out in this theater. Not that anyone would hear the music and the noises coming from the women on the stage; there must have been microphones on stage with how clear their moans rang through the room.  

Another woman was on the stage to the far right of where you were. She was alone, besides the assortment of toys next to her, but by the looks and sounds of it, she didn't need any of it. No, she was doing just fine the old-fashioned way.  

Then you take in the stage to the left of you. You have to turn your head a little to get a full view of it all, and once you do, the grip on Harry's knee tightens. It was two women in the throws of passion, in a position you've only ever dreamed of. They lay on each of their sides, facing opposite directions, faces buried in each other's thighs. 

"I picked this show for them. Especially. I know you'd love them." He turns the vibrator up, but only a nudge, still a low hum, and nothing to write home about. But with the images and sounds surrounding you, it was enough to drive you mad. His lips linger at your year a second too long, his breath sending those pleasant tingles all over your body. "And Him," he says, drawing your attention back to the stage closest to you. 

The couple is half dressed now, her breasts exposed, and he - well, you know why Harry said what he did. The man was a sight to behold. He couldn't hold a candle to Harry size-wise, but he was impressive and above average. And he didn't even appear to be fully erect. The woman was working on changing that, it seemed. You watched as she took his impressive length into her much smaller hand and pumped him slow, up and down. You looked over at Harry, who couldn't keep his eyes off you. 

"You're missing the show," you whisper as he licked his bottom lip before tugging it between his teeth. You mirrored his action. 

"No, I'm not." He smirked, "Eyes, forward." he demanded softly. He turns up the vibe once again as you watch the woman drop to her knees in front of the man, who's opted to sit in the provided chair. From the way he is sitting in the chair to the side, you have a perfect view of the woman wrapping her lips around him with a pornographic moan. You couldn't help but suck in a breath. Suddenly, you were longing for the weight of Harry to be on your tongue. To feel him fill your mouth, your throat, to hear him groan as you reached up to play with his balls. You craved it. 

 For a split second, you looked around the crowded room. You are taking in the sights and sounds. There were a couple of groups, some people kissing and some whispering to one another, but every eye was locked on that stage. All except Harry, that is. You turn your attention back on the two girls, and they're both cuddled up to each other on a makeshift bed of sheets and pillows on stage, basking in an assumed post-orgasm glow. Harry catches the pout on your lips immediately. 

"I missed it." 

"You better pay attention then," He chuckles, "with all your sense. Not just sight. Listen, smell…feel." 

Feel. 

Oh, this damn egg! The hum of the vibrator is ever-present between your thighs now. Though it's not enough vibration to relieve the ache that's developed, it is starting to get you to that place that makes you warm and fuzzy rather quickly. And you want more, need more. So you turn to face him, landing a sweet peck on his lips. Then, leaning your forehead to his for a moment and leaning into his ear, whispering, "Harry, can I get more, please." You beg, sweetly. He pulls you away from him by the chin, kissing your nose. 

"No. Watch the show." He says and smiles when you huff at him, wiggling in the booth for some much-needed relief, your attention back to center stage. He pinches your arm lightly, "Don't do that, either. You know the rules. Take what I give you." he recites. You nod in understanding and try to focus on the show center stage. 

The woman has the man's cock fully down her throat now, and she sucked him with such enthusiasm, and his head was thrown back in such ecstasy it nearly gave you cock envy. When she finally came up for air with an animated throw of her head, she stood up from her spot between his legs before sitting on his lap, wrapping his arms around his shoulder. She leans in, kissing him slowly as his hands roamed all over her body. Groping, and kneading…spanking. That's when you feel his lips on your neck. And you are going to lose your mind. Was this hot? Absolutely. But you needed Harry like you've never before, and being unable to do anything about it was killing you. 

"Harry, I don't know how much longer I can-"You were close. Embarrassingly close. 

"Okay." He hums, and the next thing you know, the vibrations between your legs stopped. You let out a deep sigh, something mixed with frustration and relief. "There, now….you can focus. Watch them." Harry instructs. 

So you do. You watch. You watch as she slowly takes his length into her hand, pumping him a few moments before sinking down onto him. You hear her moans as she gets fully seated on him, setting a pace. Harry couldn't help but watch and hear your breath hitch as hers did. Knowing what you were thinking, knowing that you were thinking about him. How he feels inside you, stretching you out, making you feel full. He knew because he couldn't help but think about the same. 

As the woman on stage picked up her pace, bouncing on the man's cock up and down, swiveling her hips, you felt it again. The buzzing of the toy between your thighs. 

"Harry," you whisper, gripping onto his thigh again. 

"Shhh, you're okay," he assures but places a quick peck on your shoulder, momentarily drawing your attention to him. "Do you want it off?" He asks, checking in. 

"No!" you rush out, and he smiles at Cheshire's grin before turning it up two more notches. Your grip on his thigh tightens as you bite your lip, turning back to the stage. 

She is close now, you can tell. Her pace is quicker more frantic, and the noises. God, the noises she was making were heavenly, mixed with his groans as you watched him lunge forward, attaching his lips to her chest. 

Harry takes his other hand that wasn't wrapped around you, tangling his fingers with yours, giving them a comforting squeeze. 

"Harry, please." 

"No, baby." He says sternly. He knew what you were asking for, and as much as he hated saying no to you, he wouldn't let you come in public. Even if you were hidden by the walls of the tall booth, even if no one was watching, he would never allow it. When it came to you, Harry was selfish, and when it came to your pleasure and who got to see you in your most intimate moments, he was downright protective. 

Just as the woman on stage reached her peach, you were about to tell Harry that you couldn't hold it. That you couldn't take anymore without coming, the vibrator stops. You lean over, resting your head on Harry's shoulder. 

"I was so close." you pout.

"I know. But I'll take care of you when we get back. I promise."

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[hoosurdaddy]

Kɪɴᴋᴍᴀs ᴅᴀʏ 1: ꜰᴀᴄᴇ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ.

Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Finnick Odair x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀs: 18+, sᴍᴜᴛ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ.

“I want to fuck you,” Finnick demanded as he looked at you from the couch. You laughed at his sudden confidence before turning back to your knitting. "Please baby. Just let me eat you out, please I need to touch you." He continued to whine until you leaned down and kissed him.

Finnick grabbed your hips, pushing you against the couch, spreading your legs. “You’re so nerdy, fin.” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his long hair.

“I’m going to ruin you.” Finnick growled as he pulled off your pants, you felt your pussy clenching at his words. You figured that Finnick was going to get on his knees but instead he laid down on the couch and flipped you onto his face. Your pussy in front of his face. He hooked his arm your thighs and pulled you down, burring his face into your pussy.

Finnick loved when you sat on his face. He ran his tongue between your slit. It’s been so long since he’s tasted you and he could die happily right now. He groaned against your pussy as his nose brushed against your Clit. He was moaning and groaning as he flatten his tongue at your entrance, lapping at your wetness before harshly sucking your Clit. You looked down. God, Finnick was so pretty between your thighs.

Finnick loved pleasing you. He grunted against your Clit, breaking away for a moment to breathe before diving back in. You shifted a little to let Finnick have proper air but he immediately pulled you back now. His grip loosening on your thighs when he felt you humping his tongue.

“I’m so close.” You moaned, gripping his hair, moving his head to the right position. Finnick tapped your thigh to let you know it was okay. You came undone as you cried out, but Finnick’s tongue didn’t stop. He continued to ride you throw your high. Finnick could cum at the sight of you.

Finnick felt dizzy. Maybe it was because of the lack of air? Or maybe it was because your pussy was just too good; it was hard to tell.

[braidlottie]

ribbons and bows.

pairing: dom!lottienat x virgin!sub!afab!reader

summary: a couple days before christmas, your partners let you open one of your presents early. the present was not what you expected.

warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+ (minors dni), dom!lottie, dom!nat, reader is 18+ and a virgin, vibrator, lottie bein sweet and nat bein a tease :3

word count: 658

lottie is the bold and nat is the italic

“keep your eyes closed.” you heard lottie’s voice from across the room. it was nearing christmas, and there were many presents under the tree but your partners wanted to open one early.

“now open.” you opened your eyes to see lottie holding a small, velvet black box in her hand, with a red ribbon around it, tied in a bow. “what is it?” you smiled excitedly, not even ready for what you were about to open.

“go for it,” nat smiles cheekily. “just pull off the ribbon.” you did so, opening the mysterious box to see a black, silicone object with a power button at the bottom. you looked up at your partners very confused, while they smiled at your innocence. “wha-” you cut yourself off.

“it’s a vibrator.” nat sat on the bed next to you. the name clicked, and you looked back at nat with that same little smirk on his face. he always talked about buying you one, and now you couldn’t believe you were holding one in your hand. 

“would you like to try it out, sweetheart? y’know, just to see if you like it?” lottie’s voice was so convincing, and so gentle, it always sucked you into doing whatever she wanted. you looked up with big eyes and nodding, lottie’s smile growing bigger.

“sit back with natty, baby,” lottie took the toy out of your hands, while nat’s were pulling you into his lap. his hand rested right onto the waistband of your underwear, slowly inching closer and closer to your little button.

he already knew you were gonna cum quick from this, and being the sweet boyfriend he is, he wanted to hold you while you have your first orgasm.

“may i take these off, sweetheart?” lottie asked, referring to your underwear. with your nod, she pulled them off, almost like she was in a hurry. you whined when you felt the cold air of the room touch your clit, and snapped your legs shut. nat just hushed you gently, coaxing your legs back open, holding one thigh down while lottie held the other. the taller woman sat on the bed in front of the two of you, tsking at the sight she saw. “aww, poor baby. you didn’t even know how wet you were down here, hmm? i thought i would have to lube you up.” lottie spread your soaked lips apart.

she rubbed the head of the toy against your cunt, collecting all your slick, then turned the vibrator on the lowest speed, just letting you get a feel of it. she put it right against your clit and you let out a deep exhale, the buzzing getting louder once it came in contact with you.

“does that feel nice, angel?” lottie watched you in adoration as you arched your back and tossed your head at the feeling. “lottieee,” you cried, legs shaking from the overwhelming feeling. your stomach feeling so warm and fuzzy, and a burning sensation that grew stronger every second. “i know angel, feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“natty, my stomach,” your chest heaved, and nat grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb gently over your knuckles. “aww, looks like someone’s about to cum soon, huh lottie?” nat teased, hand sneakily reaching down to spread your lips father apart.

“you can let go, honey. don’t be shy.” lottie coaxed, watching your hand go over your mouth. nat pushed down on your lower stomach, practically forcing you to cum. he chuckled darkly when you let out a groan mixed with a cry, the pressure in your stomach finally releasing, lottie and nat watching in awe when you squirted against the buzzing toy. “such a good baby.” lottie put the vibe down, and you closed your legs, still whining from the sensitivity. “did you like it?”

you nodded hesitantly, a shy little smile curling to the side of your face. looks like the holidays going to be exciting this year.

[josiebelladonna]

kinkmas | black moon | day twenty-three

chapter title: “jack frost”

pairing: alex skolnick x fem!oc

tags: shower sex

ao3 link | kinktober/sister piece “eclipse”

minors dni and *austin powers voice* TAKE A SHOWER ON A COLD DAY! ❄️💋❄️💋

The downstairs shower was the one that worked the best, at least that was according to Alex. It was a bubbled glass box spacious enough for Christine as well as all manner of aromatic soaps and things on the glass shelves all around on the inside: the surrounding bathroom itself had enough space for a whole party when she walked in there, still naked from her photoshoot in the stairwell.

There was a small stack of clean towels on one shelf over the sink, and she took the one on top for herself. She slung it over the rung next to that big spacious shower, followed by the fabric bathmat slung over the top metal lining part of the glass down onto the tile floor before the door. The fabric still felt wet from Alex’s shower from before.

She opened the door, and she looked on at the handheld silvery shower head right above the dials as well as the drain in the dead center of the tile floor itself.

She closed the door behind her part of the way, just so she had some space between her and the tempering of the water.

She turned the dials and sure enough, cold water shot right out of that big shower head, as cold as ice, as if the snow had melted and found its way into the water line. Naturally, Christine stepped outside of the shower for a few seconds once she turned the dial for the hot water. She let it run for a few seconds before it was warm enough for her to step inside.

The water washed over her head and shoulders first, and then she reached down for the conditioner first. A few squirts and she ran it all through her dark hair, from the roots all the way to the very ends. A quick but thorough rinse, and she reached for the soft-scented accompanying shampoo next. After a hearty rinse off, she then reached for the washcloth over the metal part of the shower as well as the bar of soap right next to her.

The combined scent of vanilla and oatmeal filled the shower at the first wipe onto the cloth, and she knew it was the healthy kind of soap.

Christine raised one arm to being on the insides of her arms as well as her pits when something caught her eye through the textured glass around her. She opened the door part of the way only to find Alex standing there in the buff himself. He had taken off her robe and laid it over the counter right next to the sink.

“What’s up?” she greeted him.

“Oh, nothing. Just—” He nibbled on his bottom lip as his eyes wandered over the slight view of her body through the partially open shower door.

“Didn’t you already take a shower?” she asked him with a chuckle. He swallowed and held out his hands before him.

“But you’re—you’re!”

“I’m in here and I'm naked and soaking wet,” she teased him. He bowed his head and hunched his shoulders, as if he had come from humble beginnings instead of the stairwell right outside of the bathroom door. She fetched up a sigh, and she couldn’t help but chuckle as well.

“Okay, come on in,” she coaxed him as she opened the shower door all the way. “Be careful, though, there’s no bathmat in here.”

“Yeah, that’s the one drawback with this shower,” he confessed as he stepped inside of there; he pressed his back to the tile wall right next to her as if the water was about to attack him. Alex closed the door behind him; Christine meanwhile, ran the washcloth over her bare breasts and her belly.

“Here, let me help with that,” he offered to her. He put his arms around her full waist and slipped his tongue into her mouth as the water rained down all around them.

He then held back and picked the washcloth from her hand to help her wash her chest.

“Any excuse to touch my breasts,” she teased him.

“I also wanna clean you up,” he said. “I was a dirty boy, and you were a dirty girl.”

“You’re such a dirty boy you had to take two showers!” she joked, and he burst out laughing at that. “If you want, you can wash the inside of my thighs for me.”

“Gladly!”

Alex crouched down to wash the inside of her thighs, but there wasn’t nearly enough space for him to do just that, especially when he knocked over the shampoo bottle with the side of his hip.

“Oops. Damn.” He stood back up and handed her the cloth. “Hang on—let me get that.” As he stooped back over to pick up the shampoo bottle, Christine reached down for a gentle tap on his bare, soaking wet ass.

“Hey!” he yelped out, and she giggled at him.

“Soaking wet and jiggly,” she teased him.

“Soaking wet and—and—and—and yeah, jiggly,” he blubbered, and she shrugged. She giggled at him some more, and then she reached down and scrubbed her legs.

“Want me to rinse you off?” he offered.

“Ooh, could you?” she asked him as she rinsed out the cloth and then wrung it out. He reached for the handheld shower head and waved it over her body, from her chest, down to her waist and the sides of her body. The soap dripped down the curves of her body all the while, all the way down to the floor of the shower and the drain. She then opened her legs for him to rinse off her lips, to which he showed her a mischievous smile.

“What’s that look for?” she asked him.

“This is making me think of that dildo you were using,” he confessed.

“You ain’t seen nothing,” she teased him. “Here, let me show you—” She took the shower head from him and then crouched down with her legs wide open and with it right underneath her. He raised his eyebrows at that.

“Oh, my,” he declared.

“Yeah. Yeah, that feels sooo good, let me tell you, Mr. Skolnick.”

“Want me to get your ass?” he offered.

“Please.” She handed him the shower head again, and she turned around for him to do it. The water felt so good into her ass like that, at least for the first few seconds. And then she realized that it was him in between her cheeks.

He ran the shower head over her back as he slipped it back into the holster over her head, and he gave it to her doggy style, at least for a handful of seconds before she realized that he wasn’t in all the way.

“Okay, come to me.”

“Only if you come to me,” she quipped back at him; out of the corner of her eye and through the cascading water, he showed her his tongue once again. She rested her hands on the tiles before her, and he held onto her hips. He thrust hard into her with the warm water all around them.

It was tricky given they stood on slippery tiles with running water and soaps suds all around them, but he managed to give it to her in the shower. He leaned over her bare back and rested his hands on her breasts to fondle her nipples. Since he had been outside of the water for a few seconds, his hands were cold to the touch.

She gasped at the feeling, and then she followed it up with a low euphoric moan.

Something that felt like shampoo dripped down her right thigh, and she realized that he had ejaculated once again, that time on the back of her thigh.

“That’s how we do,” she declared as he pressed his lips to the side of her face while he still leaned on her bare back. He then stood up and she followed, and then she took the shower head again for another rinse of her thighs and into her ass. She ran the head down his body as well for another good rinsing before she put the shower head back in place.

“You know what would be even better?” he suggested.

“What’s that?” she asked him, and he reached behind her for one of the dials.

She was met with a surge of cold water. The feeling sent a shockwave of chills up her spine and all the way down to her feet. He lingered before her in the cold bath with his mouth open and his eyes locked onto her own.

She breathed harder and harder from the icy cold feeling all around them. Her nipples were as tight as ever, and he was as hard as ever. He set his hands on either side of her head to steady himself, and she rested her hands down on the glass to steady herself as well.

With the cold water at the helm, he bent his knees and then thrusted several times into her, right up against her clit. It was so quick, but the cold water had stimulated them both beyond what they already knew. She came hard, complete with a heavy movement of her chest.

He let out a low whistle as he came again, that time down onto the tiles between their feet and down the drain. He held still as the water washed the rest of it away a third time around. Alex then reached over to switch off the water.

Christine panted and struggled to catch her breath, and he cracked her a playful, mischievous little smile. She then raised her hand to playfully slap him for doing that, but he ducked out of there before she could touch him.

“Now get outta here, you naughty boy,” she teased him as she wrung out her hair and gave her chest a quick jiggle. He showed her his tongue again before he reached for his towel on the rung once more to dry off his hair first, followed by his entire body. Christine stood still there on the glistening, slippery tiles, and she let the cold water drip off her body for a few more seconds.

It took her about that long to feel the memory of his flesh on her own, his dick in her ass and his hands on her hips. Little water droplets slid their way down her hipbones to the full part, followed by the outside curvature of her thighs.

She looked down at her breasts, at her tightened nipples, and she couldn’t help but feel somewhat satisfied with herself for having helped him unlock the feeling inside of him.

She watched his glassy silhouette on the other side of the shower dry off more before he reached for her bathrobe again: that time around, he put his hair up in the towel to keep off his neck.

Once he was out of the bathroom, she stepped out of the shower, onto that heavy fabric bathmat outside of the glass door, and she reached for a clean towel for herself.

She thought about what he had said in the stairwell from before, and she wondered if there was any truth to it at all. Then again, as she ruminated over that very thought, she wondered if there was something else that he hid from her as she dried off and tied up her hair in the towel.

She knew that she would have to ask him before this whole adventure through the mind ended.

[bubblebaththoughts]

Mating Press

aged up!Neteyam x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

kinkmas masterlist

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut with some plot, mentor!Neteyam, p in v, very slight age gap. Neteyam is around 23 reader is 19, mating press turned into pronebone

translations:

Numeyu - Student

Karyu - Teacher

Syulang - flower

“You’re doing it wrong.” Neteyam’s voice dripped with disappointment “Do it again.” He pointed at your bow

You grimace, glaring at him as you readjusted your footing.

“Do you never pay attention to me during instruction?” Neteyam asked, making your ears twitch is anger

He sauntered over, coming close to you. He drops down to is knees at your feet, helping you to adjust your foot as he grumbled to himself. Then he stood up and stood behind you to gently maneuver your waist so you had the correct stance.

Neteyam brings his hands down to yours, using them to put your bow in the perfect position. “Now draw, and take the shot.”

You had been trying to aim for a yovo fruit that he had tied to a high up branch. Neteyam stepped back, out of your way.

Drawing back the arrow, aiming, and then Neteyam sighed, making you stop all of your movements. Your head slowly turned back to him, another disappointed look on his face.

“What?” You asked, careful not to move too much

“Don’t hold your breath like that.” Neteyam came closer once again, placing a hand on your ribs, gently pushing down on them, relaxing you. “One fluid motion, don’t over think it.”

“Draw again, and take the shot.” Neteyam pointed forward, stepping out of your way once again

You nodded, drawing the arrow back, aiming, this time you didn’t hear any disappointing sounds coming from Neteyam, so you took the shot.

“Did you get it?” Neteyam peered up, but the fruit was no longer in sight.

It was practically a race to get to the tree where the Yovo fruit was hanging, but there, on the mossy ground, laid the yovo fruit, now splattered on the ground, but your arrow perfectly through the middle. Its juices had splattered all over the other yovo fruits that Neteyam had picked for you.

A smile forms on your face as you pick the messy thing off of the ground, showing it to Neteyam. “Look, karyu! I did it!”

“Thank Eywa.” Neteyam crossed his arms, though a smile began to tug at his lips.

You roll your eyes, dropping the mess on the ground once more, taking the arrow.

“Shall I do it again?” You picked up another from Neteyam’s pile

“No, enough for today.” He gestures you to give him the fruit, you toss it to him and he catches it effortlessly

It seemed like it was always like that for Neteyam. Everything was always done so efficiently yet effortlessly.

“You did well today, numeyu.” Neteyam mumbled before he bit into the juicy fruit.

You watched the juices drip down his chin, the sweet smell of the fruit made your nose twitch, you hadn’t eaten anything today.

“You need to work on relaxing, hear me?” Neteyam began his lecture, just like every other day, it was always the same deal, letting you know all of your mistakes first and then telling you what you did well in.

He bit into the fruit once again before continuing, “Oh and you need to be quicker with your hands, when we were sparring, if I wasn’t someone who was truly trying to kill you, you would have been dead, you can’t always rely on your…” You drowned him out until you two reached the rest of the clan.

“And I’ll see you at dinner, right numeyu?” Neteyam asked, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“Yeah, sure.” You answered dismissively

“‘Yeah, sure’?” Neteyam asked, his voice going up a pitch as he mocked your dismissive words

“Yes sir.” You sighed, glaring up at him

“Good, you need some food in you. You haven’t eaten all day.” Neteyam shrugged

Your ears twitch in anger, it was his fault you hadn’t eaten yet today. He had gotten you up before the sun had come up gave no breaks today as he gave lesson after lesson.

“I’ll see you at dinner.” You fumed. Neteyam only added fuel to the fire when his face looked at you expectantly. You knew what he wanted, so you reluctantly spit out a “Sir.”

Neteyam curtly nodded, walking off gracefully to fulfill the rest of his duties.

You rolled your eyes, perfect Neteyam, with his perfect little life, and his stupidly perfect face. He was only about four years older than you, though he acted as if it were more like ten years. Claiming that because he remembered you being born, he was less of a tutor and more of your mentor or teacher.

You failed your Iknimaya, twice. So your father asked that you be helped, and of course, the Olo’eyktan recommended his own son to take the reins of your training.

Even in the beginning Neteyam was hard on you. He started your training completely over, starting you from where the younger kids usually started. He was more determined to have another win under his belt, than to care if this training was actually even good for your wellbeing.

Not to say it wasn’t working, it definitely was, it had just really taken a toll on you. Neteyam explained that this was his own method, he would train any and every second he got, and that’s why he passed his Iknimaya the first go around.

He liked routine, you would even go so far to say that he loved it. Any time you would find him veering off of his routine was all was an exciting site to see. He would get frustrated, so frustrated.

It wasn’t often that he would mess up his routine though, and rarely was it ever on purpose.

Which is why you were surprised to find him standing outside of your hut when you walked out for dinner.

“What are you doing here, Karyu?” You asked as you brushed past him

“I- I uh, wanted to make sure that you came down for dinner.” Neteyam nervously explained

You stopped dead in your tracks, turning slowly to face him. He had a concerned look on his face, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips pulled into a tight smile.

Neteyam? Nervous? Was the world flipping?

You eye him skeptically. “Why?”

Neteyam clears his throat, avoiding eye contact. “Just need to make sure my student is being nourished.”

Ah, he was just covering his own ass.

“Because you starved me all day?” You scoffed, turning back to continue your walk

“Because I care about you.” Neteyam defended, following you

“You just want another notch in your belt.” You state, anger flooded your words

“That’s not- No, that has nothing to do with this.” He grabbed your arm, holding you back.

You pull away from him, “Admit it, Neteyam. You are just doing this because you want another victory. Golden boy, right? Always does the best?”

Neteyam shoves you against a tree “You’re not going to speak to me like this.”

You wince, the tree bark digging into your back. “Neteyam!”

“I was trying to be nice, why must you be so obnoxious?” He held you against the tree, roughly

Your heart pounded in your chest, you were sure he could feel it as his hand roughly held you against a tree.

His hand is holding you against the tree by your neck “If I was a predator, trying to kill you right now, how would you get out of this?”

Only Neteyam would turn his own anger into a lesson for you, because of course he would.

“Get off Neteyam!” You whine, thrashing against him

He roughly shoves you against the tree again, “You need to grow up, Numeyu. I’m definitely not going to be there every time something or someone pops around a bush, you hear me? What are you going to do to get out of this.”

Unexpectedly you aggressively push him away while grabbing the hunting knife that was strapped to your chest. You hold it up, standing back in a protective stance, and hiss at him.

Neteyam stumbled back in surprise, a smile fell across his face as he regained his sense of control.

The two of you stalk each other, circling around one another as you hold your ground.

“So you have learned.” He spoke lowly “Such a good girl, aren’t you.”

He tried to step closer, but you were just as quick to step back.

“I’m not gonna hurt you baby.” Neteyam tried to ease forward once again but was met with another hiss

Neteyam seizes forward, taking the knife from your hand. “What are you gonna do now?”

You hiss again, circling him like he was prey. In a blink, you’re on him, taking him by surprise as you tackle him to the ground. Your arm under his chin as you held him to the ground.

“Cute.” He growled, immediately flipping you over on to your back.

One hand held both of your wrists in a tight grip. His bigger frame caged you in. Both of his thighs, each seemingly bigger than your own head, now on either side of your waist. His other hand held on to your chin as you barred your teeth at him.

“Such a fuckin’ brat.” He grumbled, pushing your head against the ground

You buck your hips against him, desperately trying to throw him off to no avail.

“Neteyam! Let me go!” You whined

He laughed, shaking his head. “Gotta do better than that, Syulang.”

You try to thrash against him, despite his hold on you.

He leans down to your neck, inhaling deeply. “You’re scared?” He tilted his head, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip

“No!” You cry

“No? Well… You should be.” He growled, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck

Your scream was muffled by one strong hand across your mouth.

“Just relax… everything is just fine.” He mumbled as he pressed kisses to his bites

Tears began to well in your eyes, and you let out a low sob against his hand.

“Shush, pretty girl. Don’t cry.” He cooed, his lips moving against your neck

His other hand reaches down to your thigh, hiking it up over his shoulder for better access to you. He teasingly rubs over your loincloth, purposefully not giving you enough.

You can feel his arousal pressing against your thigh and it only adds to the slickness between your legs.

He stops, hid hand gently lying on your hip.

“Tell me you want this.” He demanded “I know your pussy wants this, she’s practically singing to me. But I want you to tell me you want this.”

You nod frantically “I want this.”

With one hand still gripping your hip, he reaches down and pulls your loincloth to the side, exposing your dripping core. He groans at the sight, unable to resist the temptation any longer.

He positions himself between your legs and slowly enters you, his length stretching you in the most delicious way. You moan loudly, arching your back as you adjust to his size. He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep, hitting all the right spots inside of you.

As he picks up the pace, his hands move to your breasts, squeezing and teasing your nipples. The combination of his rough thrusts and his skilled hands has you moaning and writhing beneath him.

He leans down and whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You feel so good, so tight," he growls, his words only turning you on even more.

Without warning, he flips you over onto your stomach, your ass in the air as he continues to thrust into you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly as he pounds into you, each thrust hitting deeper than the last.

You can feel the tension building in your stomach, the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm. He senses it too and quickens his pace, his grunts and moans filling your head.

You can't hold back any longer and with a loud cry, you come undone, your walls clenching around him as you ride out your orgasm. He follows soon after, his body tensing as he spills himself inside of you.

He collapses onto the ground beside you, both of you panting and sweating from the intensity of what happened. He pulls you close, your bodies still connected as you both catch your breath.

"You’re amazing," he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

taglist: @danniackerman @loaksslut

[minisugakoobies]

BTS Holiday Fics

Tis the season… to reblog all of my holiday fics since I don't have any new ones this year 🙈 Thought it'd be better to put them all into one list rather than rb one by one. Happy holidays! 🎁

❄️ = fluff, 🍾 = smut

Kim Namjoon:

Christmas Confession - ❄️ 🍾, 2.9k - You’re Namjoon’s Secret Santa and you’ve got the perfect gift.

Happy Accidents - ❄️, 2.2k - Sometimes your clumsiness leads to a happy accident.

Kim Seokjin:

All I Don't Want for Christmas is You! - ❄️ 🍾, 23.7k - The holidays are here! But instead of celebrating, you’re trapped in a town called Christmas with your office nemesis, Seokjin Motherfucking Kim, and an unruly band of clients. Can you survive the trip and secure the promotion your boss has promised? Or will Jin take you down?

Min Yoongi:

I Wanna Hold Your Hand - ❄️, 1.4k - It’s hand-holding season, according to your roommate.

Party Vibes - 🍾, 5.8k - Yoongi’s hoping you can keep him entertained at this year’s office holiday party

Jung Hoseok:

After the Party - ❄️ 🍾, >1k - After the party, Hoseok’s not done celebrating you.

Third Time's the Charm - ❄️, 2.1k - After two close encounters with your brother’s best friend, Hoseok, you decide the third time’s the charm.

Park Jimin: see the 12 Lays of Kinkmas below

Kim Taehyung:

Next Christmas - ❄️, 1.1k - Taehyung’s trying to help you get ready for this Christmas, but you’re already thinking of the next.

Jeon Jungkook:

Mugs & Kisses - ❄️, 6k - Jungkook has something he’d like to tell you, but he can’t find the words. So he’s thought of another way.

New Year, New You - ❄️ 🍾, 1.8k - New year, new you. Except here you are, minutes after midnight, already falling back into old habits. You just can’t resist.

Multiple/OT7:

Teamwork - MYG, KTH - 🍾, 1.7k - It’s supposed to be a New Year’s Eve party, but your friends have turned it into an eligible bachelor contest. What are you supposed to do when you’re caught between two men?

12 Lays of Kinkmas - ❄️ 🍾 - 12 fics written based on individual smut prompts (each fic has its own pairings, genres, ratings, summaries & warnings)

Happy Hour - Hyung line - 🍾 (suggestive), 2.9k - You’re home for the holidays, hungover as fuck, and can’t remember what you did last night. Luckily, your little brother Jungkook and his friends Taehyung and Jimin are all too happy to remind you!

Happy Hour 2: The Hyungs Strike Back - Hyung line - 🍾 (suggestive), 4.4k - While back home for another holiday, your brother Jungkook and his friends convince you to go late night bowling with them. Surely this won’t end as badly as the last time you went out, right?

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[taylormarieee]

Kinkmas Special!

A/N: HOLA! So, yes I know I didn't finish my Kinktober but I will finish this one! I WILL redeem myself this time. I'm not going to have as much prompts and do everyday like I did with Kinktober. So I hope y'all enjoy! There will be two. This one is all characters and on behalf of @neteyamyawne I'm making a second one dedicated to Avatar so, Enjoy!

~Week 1~

Day 1: "I'm gonna fold you like a present"- Clapton Davis

Day 3: "Suck me like you suck that candy cane"- Finnick Odair

Day 5: "Surprise, I'm your present" - Peeta Mellark

Day 7: "Christmas Sex?" - Rick Grimes

Day 9: " Fuck that, I want you for Christmas"- Sean Anderson

~Week 2~

Day 11: "I want you under me, not the christmas tree." - Kuai Liang

Day 13: "Your on my naughty list princess." -Bi-Han

Day 15: "I wanna do more than kiss you under the mistletoe." -Mike Schmidt

~Week 3~

Day 17: "Carino, Let's have a sexy Christmas." -Miguel O'Hara

Day 19: "You wanna be on my wish list?" Rick Grimes

Day 21: " Tonight my love, I want you" -Finnick Odair

Day 23: "Fuck that christmas party, I want you on the counter, now."-Peeta Mellark

HAVE A JOLLY CHRISTMAS MY PUMPKINS!

[plooto]

⋆˙✧⋆｡ kinkmas day 3 — lingerie + stockings ｡⋆✧˙⋆

warnings ❆. inter-species ! established ! relationship , reader is scientist , pet names ( doll , little colonel , princess , darlin’ , pumpkin ) , cursing , using the ‘lord’s name in vain’ , daddy kink , marking , size kink , lingerie , stockings , fingering , p i v , soft quaritch , pwp .

now playing : baby it’s cold outside ; idina menzel ft michael dublé

1:23 ────|───── 1:23

volume : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▯

you couldn’t ignore how frustrated your nine-foot tall boyfriend has been these past few weeks..his shoulders were more tense than normal and you were sure his boss was doing her favorite thing - talking his ear off. you had the night off tonight, working real hard around the freezing bridgehead city, to give your boyfriend some much needed tlc.

except, that was the last thing on your mind - tender loving care. you wanted to make his troubles wash away, and not with deep muscle back rubs.

you’d been hiding a pretty white lace outfit, one you managed to get your hands on after miles mentioned something about seeing you in something different.

“ y’always talkin’ ‘bout lookin’ pretty, right doll? ” you sat up on his stomach, palms pressing against his chest as you looked at him with his favorite pair of eyes - doe like and sinfully innocent. nodding your head, you waited for his response.

“ o‘course, i prefer you with nothing at all, ” he gives you a smirk, tilting his head as big golden eyes raked down your form, drinking in the sight of you. he taps your thigh gently, “ but, somethin’ sheer, the lacey one that cover yer body, what- what’s that called again- ” you look up to the ceiling, eyebrows pulling together as you thought.

“ lingerie? ” you asked with a tilt of your head. he sucked his teeth, flashing you a devious smile as his mind filled with possibilities.

“ that’s the thing..lingerie. ”

and tonight was the night that you would use it - to make his mind numb. you were nervous as you walked from your room to his, praying to the deity the na’vi believed in that no one would look in your direction to notice your legs donned a prettier set of stockings. with pounding heart and shaky hands, you tugged the lab coat tighter as you tried not to listen to how loud your little mary janes were tapping against the grippy floor tile. as you got closer to his room, you moved a bit faster.

“ hey, little colonel. ” your blood went cold as you froze, you were so close. you slowly turned to see corporal lyle.

“ oh, hi lyle. ” your voice cracked, praying he ignored it and the riding heat to your face. he places his hands on his hips and didn’t bother to kneel down to your height,

“ the colonel isn’t in there yet, ” your eyebrows raised to feign surprise. you knew he wasn’t back yet, you were supposed to be the surprise. pulling your head out of the clouds you shuffled uncomfortably on your feet, partially from friction of the lab coat through the lace, partially from the freezing temperatures of the building. lyle took a heavy breath through his respirator, waiting for your response as if fell against his chest.

“ oh! um.. could you tell him i’ll be in here? i- i need to talk to him..about something.. ” the recom before you nodded, eyebrow raising as he committed your request to memory,

“ sure, i’ll pass along the message. ” you thanked him, waiting for him to leave before pressing your thumb to the keypad, tip toeing to reach it. the hiss from the door mimicked the sigh that left your lips. you slipped inside immediately and waited for the door to close. your shoulders dropped with relief as you looked around the room, walking around to decide where you should wait for him. you looked around, your brain moving thousands of miles an hour trying to come up with a plan that would have him weak at the knees. you didn’t hear the door open, but you did hear the thud of his boots against the ground as they got louder and louder.

“ darlin’? lyle said you wanted to talk t’me. ” you turned your head to him, but not turning fully.

“ w- wait! ” you fumbled out, hearing his footsteps halt immediately, you chewed on your bottom lip, deepening it’s color as you thought. cursing under your breath, you removed the lab coat, letting it fall to the ground. you heard his breath hitch, not knowing what to expect, you screwed your eyes shut.

“ y- fuck, turn around f’me. ” swallowing the rising lump in your throat, you did as you were told, not lifting your head from the imaginary dot on the ground.

“ look at me, princess. ” the masses of butterflies in your stomach took flight, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. you heard the taps of his boots on the ground, the next moment, you saw his dark camo of his pants bend in front of you, a warm hand cupping under your chin. miles turned your face to force your eyes to look at his,

“ y’did all this f’me? ” you nod shyly. his ears pin back, a gentle smile, one that was exclusively for your eyes only, spreading across his face. “ turn around, lemme take a look at ya. ” when your eyes widen ever so slightly miles places a kiss to your lips, calming your nerves as if he could smell them. your hands went to his wrists, an attempt to keep him there, the need for him to drink away all your frets in the front of your mind.

as miles pulls away from the kiss, his hands move to your waist, giving you a gentle push backwards so he can take a proper look at you. one hand down at his side, the other rests on his knee as he watches you turn with dilated eyes.

“ slower. ” he stretched the o sound, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth - admiring how the hem and how it sunk into the supple flesh of your ass nicely. he resisted giving your plump cheeks a pinch, but he couldn’t help wrapping his fingers around your waist, pulling you to sit on his raised knee. you yelped, not expecting your feet to leave the ground. miles was excited, eyes burning with lust - a feeling he hasn’t felt since his teen years. a feeling only you could provoke.

“ y’don’t know what y’re doin’ to me darlin- ” the hardness in his pants throbbed as you squirmed in his lap, your arousal seeping through the lacy material and the aroma reaching his nose.

“ do y’like it? ” using his speech pattern you inquired. his smirk grew, miles pulled your wrist in his hand, leading you to feel the bulge in his pants - the problem you created. he watched as your face warmed when you felt how hard he was, how hard you made him.

propping you on his bicep, he slipped out of his shoes, sauntering over to the bed before unceremoniously dropping you on it.

“ oomph! mil- ” he silenced you with a hard kiss to your lips. miles quaritch wasn’t a patient man thoroughly displayed when he tore the bottom half of the pretty lace.

“ i’ll find you new ones. ” he reasoned as he sucked harsh kisses into your neck, textured tongue dancing over the dark splotches. large fingers found their way between your thighs, teasing your slicked entrance. you cursed, fingers finding the elastic of the stocking to pull them off.

“ ah-ah.. ” in a swift motion, your hands were pinned above your head, miles sitting up higher to peer at your pouted lips.

“ so pretty. ” he murmured to himself. your lips parted, dead set on scolding him for teasing you, instead a moan tumbled from them.

he pushed a finger into you, groaning as he felt your warmth invite him. his finger was big, you felt full, yet not nearly as full as you should be.

“ ah! mi- ” you started, whimpering when you felt his finger leave leave your core,

“ y’know better than that w’did i teach you? ” you whined, hips grinding against nothing,

“ daddy please~ ” you pleaded, with a smirk he tugged the lace down off your chest, exposing your chest, nipples growing taut from the cold air. you gasped - you should have known this wasn’t going to make it past this night.

“ good girl. ” he growled, head dipping to latch onto your nipple, two fingers plunging inside you to curl at the spongy spot inside your velvety walls.

“ fuck me- ” you cried, head falling back against the pillow as your back arched into his chest. you clenched around him, the stretch being just enough to force your eyes shut with pleasure. you couldn’t contain the moans that fell from your pretty lips as he thrusts his fingers uncoordinatedly inside you, tongue swirling around your nipple.

miles pushed another finger inside you, lips departing from your nipple to watch your eyes screw shut. fuck his hands were so large- you held familiar heat flood your stomach, not giving you a heads up as you made a mess of his hand.

“ fuck- d- daddy ‘m sorry! ” you tried to reason, feeling his fingers leave you immediately.

“ ‘nd you were doing so good pumpkin. so good. ” he tasked, his left hands holding your wrists releasing you before manhandling you onto your stomach. you couldn’t see what he was doing, but you when you heard the clink of his belt and weight shifting behind you. you turned your head to the side, desperate to catch a glimpse of the pretty appendage he donned.

“ ah fuck- m- daddy! ” you cried as the thick head of his cock breached your entrance, miles’ hips working in inch by thick inch. a growl left him as he watched your lips spread around his cock, eyes narrowing at he white ring you left as he pulled his hips back, the head teasing departure. you wanted to whine, to wiggle - to disobey, but a large hand pushed your shoulders, relishing in the feel of the lace beneath his fingers as he pushed you deeper into the sheets. he sunk inside you fully, your belly bulging with nothing but him.

“ christ fuck yer drippin’. ” your eyes rolled back in your head as a choked moan left our lips, bruised from your feeble attempts to muffle your cries. he set a brutal pace, not giving you a second longer to adjust to his size, not like you wanted to. you fisted at the sheets beneath you, desperate to hold onto something as you tried to form coherent sentences, thoughts.

he knew your brain was fried, your pussy told him so. the way you were sucking him in told it all. so he gave you what you wanted, unhindered, unrestrained, his hips snapped with rough thrusts. you wailed, taping against the bed uncoordinatedly.

“ y’gonna cum princess? ” you nodded - tried to. “ use yer words. ” he slowed his hips only a fraction to allow you room to think, to ask for permission just the way he liked it.

“ close- da- fuck! daddy please! can i? ” you pleaded with him, you weren’t near coherent, he wouldn’t be fucking you right if you were. his other hand gripped your hip, imprinting his hand into your skin.

“ hold it. ” he growled, pulling your hips down to meet his with unwavering force, hips stuttering as he felt his balls grow tight.

“ fuck- now princess. c’mon give it t’me. ” he snarled as your body responded immediately, shaking with white hot pleasure as you reached your peak, pulling your dreamwalker boyfriend down with you. a string of curses left his lips as he emptied himself inside you, his stomach tensing with the force of his orgasm.

“ christ. look at the mess y’made. ” he panted, pulling out slowly as he watched his seed slip out of your abused hole. you shivered as you were filled with emptiness, knees sliding out from under you as your hips flattened against the bed. you didn’t notice miles leave the bed, the memories replaying in your mind as your ass throbbed. he kneeled beside you, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered.

“ now y’can take tha stockings off. ”

tags -> @luvv4j4ybe11

[mj2606k]

12 Days of Kinkmas 2023

Prompt list by @neteyamsyawntu

I will release these as quickly as I can, I decided to join Kinkmas last minute so may be a bit behind here and there

I also may change what characters I do for which days and such

18+ of course

Starting 12/14/23

Cockwarming — So’lek

Titty Fucking — Nor

Lingerie/Stockings — Lo’ak Sully

By the Fire — Recom Miles Quaritch

On a Mount — Eetu

Thigh Fucking — Neteyam Sully

Under the table/blanket — Recom Lyle Wainfleet

Tail Play — Jake Sully

Xenophilia (Alien Genitalia) — (undecided)

Breath Play — (undecided)

Breeding — (undecided)

Kuru Play — Tsu’tey

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧Summary~ you find out how sensitive neteyams tail is

✧Warnings~ Cursing, p in v, tail play (duh), dom!teyam that turns subby and whiney rq, sub to dom!reader, overstimulation, and i think thats it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy love<33

✧Translations~ Yawne-beloved, Yawntutsyip-darling,little loved one, Sayrip-handsome

It was normal for Neteyam to have you like this. Bent like a pretzel while he completely digs in your guts, it was a stress reliever for both of you.

“Fuck! Teyam please! M’so close” you whine loudly, pussy clenching around neteyams cock even tighter. He hisses at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing him, his grip on your thighs getting tighter. “Mhm, such a good girl for me, yawntutsyip..” his accent heavy and tone dripping in lust.

The tip of his girthy cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot is what pushes you other the edge, creating a white ring of your cum around his cock. He moans lowly at the sight, leaning down to cadge you in between his arms. Making your knees be flush to your chest.

The new angle gives him leverage to pound into you relentlessly, using your already sensitive cunt to her limits. You dig your nails into his back, drawing blood almost immediately and making him moan at the feeling. “Tey~ah!~ teyam, wait! Too much..” you yelp, feeling his tip kiss your sweet spot over and over again.

All that can be heard from his is low growls and moans, the coil in his stomach getting tighter. “I know, baby, I know.. I’m almost done with you~ hah fuck..~ ok? Just hold on a little~mhmm~ longer..” he says breathily, not failing to notice how your pussy clenches around him whenever he talks.

You trail your hands up and down his back, letting your left hand draw soothing patterns on his lower back while your right caresses the base of his tail, making his hips stutter and inhale sharply.

“W-wait y-yawne no don’t do~nghh~ don’t..” he blabbles, a deep blush covering his ears and cheeks. The soft touch making him cum immediately. You giggle at his reaction, tracing more firmer circles on the base of his tail.

He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, letting out soft whines and moans as he instinctively ruts into you.“Mm, what is it,sayrip? Too much?” You tease, leaving slow kisses on his shoulder.

His tail curls up and sways back and forth contentedly, despite his protest for you to stop. “It..mhm.. f~fuck..” his brain completely mush, the firm touch on the overly sensitive area making his whole body shake and cock twitch rapidly inside of your tight, gummy walls.

You suddenly wrap your hand around the base, squeezing softly. He squeezes the sheets around your head tightly, rubbing his face into the crook of your neck more as he whimpers pathetically “Ewya y/n! I-I ca~ah mhm~” he sobs out as he cums again.

His whole body going weak. You rub his back soothingly, letting him relax into your touch. “I want you to give me one more. Can you do that for me, baby?” You coo while tangling your left hand in his braids, and using your right hand to try and reach the rest of his tail, making him guide his tail through your hand so your can touch all of it. Causing him to shudder at the touch.

When you get to the tip of his tail you tug it harshly, making him let out a pretty moan as his ears pin to his head and he grips the sheets tighter. “Neteyam. I asked you a question.” You order, making his stomach flutter.

“Mh-hm~ I can.. i can y-yawne” he stutters out, brain short circuiting as you twirl the tip of his tail between your fingers. You kiss his cheek gently, “mm good. But who told you to stop moving?” You question him, silently ordering him to move.

He obeys quickly, pulling out of you with a shudder before sliding back in slowly. Doing this a few more times before gaining his strength, fucking you the way you like. Making you moan sinfully and squeeze the tip of his tail instinctively.

His whole body tenses up,his thrust getting sloppier the more your cunt squeezes around him“Mhm! Please y/n! I-I can’t..hah..p-please..” he whines frantically, rubbing your clit in sloppy circles so you cum before him.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure, the way he was desperately trying to get you to cum before him and the pretty nosies he was making made your high approach quickly.

“Yes you can teyam, just hold on a little longer yeah?” You say through heavy breaths and moans, biting your lip softly as you feel him twitch inside of you when you wrap the the tip of his tail around your hand. He only responds with a lazy head nod, too sensitive to think of words anymore.

He unfolds your right leg and places it on his hip, keeping the other one where it was. The new angle pushing him even deeper, making both of you moan at the feeling of each other and the coil in both of your stomachs get tighter.

You trail your left hand up in between his shoulder blades, pushing him into your body more. “M’gonna cum teyam. Want you to cum with me, Alright pretty boy?” You demand between your moans as you close your palm around the tip of his tail, holding it gently and squeezing it occasionally. “Mhm! F-fuck, yawntu..” he whines loudly, the slight touch making him complete putty in your hands and the coil in both of your stomachs finally snapping.

He rides out both of your highs before sitting up from your comfortable hold. His face completely flushed, ears pinned back and face a deep shade of purple, breathing heavily from the overstimulation. Making you laugh at his expression. “You kill me woman I swear to ewya” he huffs out between breathes. Creating a fit of laughter from the both of you.

A/N~ is it day 8? Am I too late on this one? Or too early?? Idk yall😭 I hope you liked this one tho. Stay safe and hydrated🩷 love u bbys

Duces🫶🏽,

Luvv4j4ybe11

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[gucciforasushirestaurant]

can i request something fluffy? maybe christmas cookie baking with harry!

Cookies.

summary: baking cookies with H.

word count: 610

reading time: 2min 30sec

content warning: pet names (baby, honey, babe), illusions to trauma around the holidays.

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“Will you please focus?” you giggle. You shimmy away from Harry’s kisses to your neck, as he stands behind you, his flour-covered hands on your waist. “Go back to your station, please!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll be good,” he smirks, kissing the side of your head before taking his spot next to you, and rolling out more cookie dough. “How many more do we have to do?”

“However many we can get with the dough we have left. I overestimated how much the recipe would make.” You pout.

You may have bitten off more than you could chew, with the cookies. The baking part was the easy part, it was the decorating that would take you a while, and the more cookies you made the more you needed to decorate. And everything didn’t need to be perfect…but it had to be close to it because we're set to host Friends-mas this weekend. A test run for when you host Harry’s family on Christmas day. And, oh boy, were you nervous! You wanted to impress, you wanted to be the best host there was. You’ve been a Pinterest fiend for weeks, saving every recipe and DIY that you’ve come across. And when you saw the hand-decorated cookies, Well, you had to buy your own set of cookie cutters and decorating supplies! Your beautifully decorated cookies were planned to be everyone's party favors.

Once half of the cookies were cool enough to decorate and the last half were baking, you began decorating.

“This is the part where I’m useless.” Harry jokes, watching you dye different icings. Harry was the musician, but you were the artist, and he was sure his creations wouldn’t be up to par.

“What? No! I want you to decorate some too.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. these are supposed to be favors from the both of us.” You beam up at him, handing him a piping bag. “Now, do you want to copy me or do you wanna free hand it?”

“I’ll copy yours first until I get the hang of it.”

You went at his pace for the first few cookies, while his hands got adjusted to the piping bag in his hand. And he wasn’t too bad! They didn’t look as crisp as yours did, slightly messy but that’s what made them personal.

“Thank you,” you say quietly into the silence that falls between you. Harry sets his piping bag of icing down, for another color.

“For what, baby?”

“For baking cookies with me,” you say shyly.

“You don’t have to thank me honey, you know I love spending time with you.” He leans over kissing your cheek, and you nudge your hip to his.

“I know. But still, I used to hate this time of year. I never got to bake cookies or make a gingerbread house,” you let out a sad chuckle. “But now - I don’t know - I enjoy this time of year. It feels so cozy,” you sigh, putting the finishing touches on your cookies. "And I get to bake cookies. With you,” you smile looking over at him, and he pops a dimple.

“I love you.” Harry blurts, and you can't hold back the giggle.

“I love you too.” You look down at your work. 40 cookies it turned out. Way too many, but they all turned out adorable. “Well, we did it, baby. Yours doesn't look bad at all! You can barely tell who did what?"

“You are an adorable liar baby.” He chuckles, picking up one of his first cookies that looked a little rough around the edges, and taking a bite.

“You tried your best,” you admit with a soft smile.

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[hoosurdaddy]

Kinkmas day 2: Impact play.

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader.

Triggers: spanking, a leather crop. Tbh id consider this more spanking then impact play.

18+.

“You’re such a naughty girl.” Eddie voice teased against your ears as he rubbed your ass.

You knew Eddie was easily jealous, that’s why when you got home; he demanded you to lay on the bed with your ass in the air. Why would you say no? Flirting with someone else at a party just to get Eddie’s attention. Well, now you had it. And this time, Eddie wasn’t gonna ignore you.

“I think you need to remember who the boss is here baby.” Eddie chuckled as he teased your skin with your skin. Gently, pressing it with his fingers.

“Wanna tell me what was so amazing about ‘king Steve’?” Eddie asked. You knew it was a trap. When a moment of silence passed, Eddie smacked your ass with his hand.

You yelled at the burning burning. You knew this was a warning for not answering him.

“He was being funny.”

“Funny, hmm?” Eddie tutted. “You think he’s funny?”

You were deciding what answer you should give, but either way; it’ll end with a slap across your ass.

“I hope you know he was probably laughing at you.. not with you.”

The slap that Eddie left on your ass after he spoke was more harsh. You chewed your lip to keep your moans quiet but failed. Your skin was boiling but it felt so good when he rubbed the red skin.

Another slap across your ass, caused you to let out a moan. Tears were forming in your eyes but so was a hot feeling in your lower stomach. You moaned.

Eddie wasn’t going easy on you like he used too. He was genuinely angry.

“And you didn’t seem to mind when he was playing with your hair either.” Eddie continued as he shoved you off his lap.

“I didn’t even know.. I was talking to Nancy too. Not just Steve.”

But Eddie didn’t want to hear your excuses or attitude. He stood up to retrieve something from his cabinet.

It took him a moment before he pulled out a leather crop. He smirked when he seen your eyes widened.

Before you could say anything, Eddie spanked the crop against your ass, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. It was hard.

But again, Eddie had other plans when he pulled off your panties. Without the protection from your panties, every spanking was gonna fell like fire.

“Spread your legs.” Eddie mumbled as you shuffled on the bed. Your panties were around your ankles. Eddie smirked as he seen your skin was red raw and using your shaky elbows to support you.

“No squirming baby.. okay? If you do, you’ll get more spankings okay?”

“Y-yes Eddie.”

You struggled to stay still through Eddie’s punishment.

“Only five more baby.. you’re doing so good.” Eddie praised after a few spanks with the crop. It took everything in you to not let your panties drop your panties from your ankles from doing your best to not squirm like you had promised Eddie.

A sense of relief was cast over your body as the final spanking came to an end. Eddie slipped your panties from your ankles. You could hear Eddie putting down the crop and let out a sigh of happiness.

“Well done baby.. you done so good.” Eddie praised, all the anger from his voice had gone as he praised you. “You’re such a brave girl, I’m so proud of you for taking your punishment so well.”

Eddie stood behind you as he kneaded your raw skin, making your whimpers even louder. You were like a radiator.

“Don’t be a brat next time we go out.”

“No promises.”

[braidlottie]

sugar mommy!lottie hcs :3

gn!reader

# she’s the ceo of her own business :3

# getting spoiled by her 24/7

# there’s a new video game out or a shirt/hoodie you look at at the mall for too long, shes already in line to buy it for you

# she loves buying you formal clothes/dressing you up for her job events/fundraisers :] you’re her arm candy the entire night

# going on vacation across country (italy, fiji, london) and staying at the finest hotels for days on end

# buying you your favorite snacks alllll the time :3

# getting 30+ gifts from her on christmas, each one being better than the last

# calling herself “mommy” around you and in texts bc she knows it gets you so flustered :3

# “mommy will get it for you honey, it’s okay.” and it’s a new laptop or a phone

# coming to her office during lunch and spend time with her, even falling asleep on her couch after

nsfw bc >_<

# buying you expensive lingerie/boxers only just to rip them off later, knowing she can buy you ten more pairs in the morning

# getting off on her thigh while she’s doing work on her laptop, and you beg sooo much for her to touch you but she just ignores you, so focused on her work :((

# buying you new sex toys all the time :3

# she can make you cum without even touching you. all she has to do is whisper the things she’s gonna to you later in your ear and you’re already cumming in your shorts

# one of her favorite things to do to you is edging you. she loves seeing your face when your orgasm is so close, then she takes her hand/the vibrator away and you almost cry, your legs shaking and your clit twitching :((

[deanbrainrotwritings]

twelve days of kinkmas 2023 | MASTERLIST

most of these will be 18+ stories that include sexual or dark themes, individual warnings will be added for each one

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 14 DECEMBER

heartbreak feels so good [smut, 3.5k]

description — dean’s ninety-nine percent sure he’s fucking his girlfriend in the closet... okay, seventy-three percent sure, now… and actually, he’s pretty sure it is his girlfriend… thirty-five percent sure.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 15 DECEMBER

keep the lights on [smut, 2.6k]

description — using ice to match the cold weather of December, contrasting the heat of the love and praise poured into Dean.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 16 DECEMBER

lines of your hands [smut, 2.3k]

description — dean tries being seductive in a Santa suit… and it works, surprisingly.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 17 DECEMBER

trends and phases [smut, 2.8k]

description — after months of preparation, Dean can finally understand what it’s like to be fucked.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 18 DECEMBER

christmas love [smut, 2.3k]

description — dean ate something he shouldn’t have eaten, but in the meantime, there’s something to ease the ache until it can be fixed. not that it’s a problem… per se..

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 19 DECEMBER

hold me like a grudge [smut, 4.8k]

description — dean is a demon. it’s Christmas Eve and it’s exhausting to keep fighting him, but he’s accidentally knocked out by the reader. so, she took him back to her parents’ place to clean him up... but her whole family is already home.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 20 DECEMBER

to the key of evergreen [smut, 3.4k]

description — while dean dreams of things he’s too shy to share, the reader takes matters into her own hands when dean’s deep in sleep dreaming of something else.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 21 DECEMBER

fake out [smut, 3.4k]

description — being undercover as a married couple isn’t hard, what’s hard is dean having to keep his hands to himself for a stupid chastity promise.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 22 DECEMBER

follow the sun [smut, 3.1k]

description — the adventures of dean accidentally growing a beard and learning to love it, or the sudden rise of a kink.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 23 DECEMBER

gimme half [smut, 8.6k]

description — dean’s the grumpy neighbour. thinking he’s hot enough to overlook a sour mood, the reader tries to cheer him up on the holidays, hoping she’ll get him to like her.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 24 DECEMBER

love from the other side [smut, 1.5k]

description — dean’s got an embarrassing fear of flying. at least there’s something to keep him mind of turbulence and the possibility of the plane crashing and everyone dying.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⛇ 25 DECEMBER

god, if you are above [smut, 1.8k]

description — technically part two of demonology and heartache (which I haven’t posted, yet). an au in which dean is a priest and the reader is a demon with an obsession to corrupt him.

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Tsuki | Edging [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 23 Billlie Tsuki x gn!reader words: ~700 genre: smut (sub!Tsuki, dacryphilia, some begging, praise, edging, fingering, oral, multiple orgasms (all idol receiving)) warnings: none

"P-please! Can't take it anymore...!" Her sweet voice resounds in your ears as you're hovering above her, her thighs shaking from the way you've been edging her for quite a while now. You don't know how long you've been playing with her like this exactly, to be honest you weren't planning on dragging things out for this long, but the things her desperate pleas do to you just made you unable to stop yourself. You find beauty in Tsuki's contorted face, the way she's shutting her eyes tightly whenever she's coming close and how she looks up at you with tears welling up in her eyes when once again you don't give her that sweet release she's longing for. And you make sure to tell her that - how beautiful she is to you and what a good girl she is for letting you have your way with her. 

And seeing the fucked out state she's in despite not having had a single orgasm that day you're starting to think that just maybe it's about time you give her what she wants. So you lean in and you brush a kiss against her lips, letting your mouth travel down her throat and the valley of her breasts before sitting up and starting to slowly pump your fingers in and out of her again.

"Baby... my beautiful girl..." you mutter, finding yourself breathless all over again from the image unfolding in front of your eyes. Her, grabbing onto the bedsheets until her knuckles turn white, the sweetest unintelligible whines falling from her lips and the blush gracing her cheeks. "You wanna cum that badly, hm?" She nods, mewling an answer that comes out as nothing but a desperate sound. "You've been so good for me too..." you continue your praises as you scatter some kisses all over her chest. "Letting me have some fun with you... you must be so frustrated..."

"Y-yeah..." she whines, strength leaving her voice. 

"My poor girl..." you coo over her, "having to put up with all of this just so I can have some fun... I'll make it up to you, yeah?" You can feel her trembling when you leave a trail of kisses down her stomach, and you lick your lips just when you arrive at her core. "You want me to eat you out?" you ask. "Wanna cum in my mouth until you can't anymore?"

"Y-yes, please..." she whines, and her reaction makes heat rush through your veins. 

"Then I'll take care of you, my sweet girl." You let the tip of your tongue circle around her clit slowly for a short while, but with how she moans at every oh so little touch of yours you realize she won't last long anymore. And so you speed up, wrapping your lips around the sensitive bud to suck on it gently, while you curl your fingers against that sweet spot inside her over and over again. It takes merely a few moments until you can feel her violently clenching around you, crying out from the pleasure finally overwhelming her and as you keep your pace steady, you drag out her orgasm for as long as possible. And then, as she's coming down from her high you give her a few seconds to catch her breath, before going right back to pleasuring her.

"Y/N...!" she cries out your name in surprise, squirming underneath you now.

"I told you I'll make it up to you..." you mutter in between your ministrations, pushing in another finger to fill her up just perfectly. Flicking your tongue against her clit at a steady pace, she continues moaning and whining at every single one of your touches, and in no time you have her coming undone a second time. Kissing the insides of her thighs as you give her another few moments to calm down, you then add,

"I told you I'll make you cum until you can't anymore, didn't I? And I keep my promises." And then you help her put her legs onto your shoulders so you could have even better access, and before you know it, you have her racing towards her next high as you continue eating her out.