#kinktober day one

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY ONE: Blood Play w/ Sam Winchester (ft. Vampire!Reader)

a/n: OMG IT'S FINALLY HERE!! I can't tell you guys how excited I've been to finally be able to work on kinktober— like you guys have no idea. Anywhozers, here's day one, and I hope you guys enjoy!!

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Sex between Sam and you has always been fun. 

With you being a vampire, you always had more stamina and a higher sex drive than the older - albeit younger seeing as you’re a whopping one hundred years older than him - man. 

There were always new things to try with your immortal abilities, but feeding off of Sam while you were going at it had never been a line you could bring yourself to cross. Sure, you’d thought about it once or twice, but that was only logical seeing as though you could hear each beat of his heart, the heated blood continually running through his veins; but you could never, you loved him too much to even fathom hurting him and drinking from him beyond repair. 

Until now… that is.

You’d been going at it for hours now, the amount of orgasms you had pulled from each other's body had been lost to the adrenaline fogging your thought process. You were currently riding him with such fervor that you could almost feel your own undead heart race.

“Fuck, Sam.” You sighed, head falling back as you gripped his shoulders painfully. He’d gotten used to the accidental slip of your restraint, the evidence of your super strength slipping through the cracks being the bruises that were most definitely going to be there tomorrow. He bounced you on his cock repeatedly, your ass meeting his lap in loud slaps that resounded lewdly throughout your shared bedroom. 

You could feel him nearing his own climax, the occasional thrusting up of his hips being almost once or twice to none.

“Bite me.” His voice was strained, jaw clenched tightly in a pathetic attempt to keep himself from cumming without stating his desires. “What?” You breathed out in shock, your bounces faltering. He nearly whimpered at the loss of friction, but he held himself back, his big brown eyes staring up at you in an attempt to gauge your reaction.

“I said bite me.” He huffed, lungs finally taking in much needed air. 

“Sam…” You started unsurely, “I’m not sure you know what you’re asking for.” 

“I do. Fuck - I spent hours researching just to make sure it was safe.” Your heart warmed at the confession, but remembering the precarious situation you were both in, you sobered up, slipping back into that sultry mindset as you dragged the tips of your fingers up the side of his neck.

“That's what you want, Sammy baby?” You whispered seductively. Your thumb pressed on the pulse point under his jaw. Your eyes fluttered shut at the tempting feeling of his blood rushing under the pad of your finger. “Yeah, ‘want that real bad.” He groaned out, his hips jumping up at the pleasurable pressure.

You felt yourself let go internally, murmuring out, “Just let me know if it’s too much, okay?” He nodded fastly, “I promise.”

You began to ride him again, hand still pressed against his throat. The dominance was accidental, but he knew it was your hunting instincts. You hadn’t fed off of a human in the last 90 years, it had always been animal blood or an underground network of willing donors - even though Sam really doesn’t like the shady latter.

You could feel your body thrumming with excitement even though you knew this wasn’t going to be an actual kill, but just the idea of biting into someone’s skin - Sam’s skin - for that matter, had caused your body to gain a never ending pace, one that Sam had found quite difficult to follow, but you weren’t doing this with yourself in mind. 

You wanted to share a part of you with Sam that would mark him as yours forever. So, to do that, you wanted him to reach the highest high, then give him the finishing blow. Sam could feel his balls tightening, that familiar coil in his belly as he desperately chased after his release. Before he could crash over the edge, you roughly exposed his neck to you and bit down, hard. 

A strangled moan lodged in your boyfriend’s throat, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he felt you take blood from him. The taste of him was incredible, but you had forced yourself to pull off of him, your mouth stained with his copper essence as he released his seed inside of you, a whine wedging its way out of you.

Sam flopped onto his back, chest heaving as you placed bloody comforting kisses all over his chest.

“You okay, baby?” You asked gently, running your fingers through his long brunette locks. 

“Mhm.” He hummed with a dopey smile on his face.

“Sure,” You giggled, “I’m gonna go get you some water.”

[shh-om]

k¡nktober day one - pegging w lucifer

~575 words

cw mean lucifer , teeny bit of aftercare at the end

Of course even when you ask to be on top, Lucifer can’t let you win. You really thought you would, could, be dominant against him, the Avatar of Pride.

You strapped up a large dildo (one of your favorites that Asmo gifted you) and worked him open with your fingers. Lucifer helped guide the strap’s harness’ dildo into your hole, before laying back and spreading his legs to present his dripping one.

His ass was mesmerizing when you finally sunk yourself into him. In and out, watching his hole just take it. Swallowing up your strap hungrily.

“You’re so pretty,” you breathe out. You place your hands on his hips, curling down to his thighs to take hold of the muscle there. His legs lift to give you a better view of his hole, for which you reward him with a blush adorning your cheeks.

“Yeah?” Lucifer chuckled. “You like seeing my ass take a cock?”

A half whine, half sound of awe leaves your throat, “it’s so…” you can’t find the words, so you choose to lean into him and catch his lips with a kiss.

Lucifer meets your lips, a smug sense of pride dripping off of them like nectar.

It takes a minute to get up a rhythm, and you’re keeping a steady thrust into his hole. Each time you fully sink into him, the harness’ own phallus rubs the special spot inside of you.

“Deeper,” Lucifer demands, arching beautifully under your strap. His bare chest prickles with sweat and his hands grab hold of your hips to make your hips move faster inside of him.

You whimper at the sharp pistoning of your hips, making the harness’ dildo hit the perfect spot inside of you.

“I’m trying,” you grunt out, trying to match the pace that Lucifer is guiding you through. Lucifer breathes out a disappointed sigh as your stamina wanes. “‘M sorry, I’m trying.”

“Only so much I can expect of a human,” he snarls out, pushing you back onto the bed to take the position on top.

You whine as he rides your strap, looking up at his disapproving eyes. Mild tears prick at your eyes as you desperately attempt to thrust in time with his bouncing. Lucifer throws his head back and moans low in his throat as his erect cock twitches.

It only takes a couple more hard bounces before his cum splatters all over your belly.

His hips stop, and he lowers himself down onto your strap fully. You stop trying to thrust and blink up at his handsome face.

You haven’t reached your own climax yet, but the feeling of his cum splattered on your skin is all arousing in its own right. Lucifer takes a second to catch his breath, before grinding down onto the dildo with a wanton moan, making the harness rub your sweet spot over and over. Your legs twitch and you wince in pleasure.

“L-Luci,” it barely comes out, throaty with pleasure.

One of his hands lazily comes up to rub over your chest, dragging over your nipples. You twitch harder at the stimulation before shuddering as you come.

“There we go,” Lucifer purrs as he slows his hips to a gentle rock. “Pretty little human,” his soft lips meet yours for a chaste kiss. “You did so well for me. I know I’m mean, I’m sorry, baby.”

You pout up at him, “I was trying my best.”

“I know, little one, I’m just mean. I love you, you did so well.”

[telekineticseance]

PURPLE PASSION

kinktober day one: leather & latex

pairing: trey parker x f! reader

summary: trey finds out you liked what he looked like in that one orgazmo suit

genre: smut

word count: 3170

cw: f!masturbation, mentioned age gap (mid20s!f x mid40s!m), dick riding, small subby trey moment, unprotected sex

author's note: the suit is technically like vinyl but oh well

Ever since you watched Orgazmo all you could think about was Trey in that vinyl suit, it drove you crazy and you hadn’t said a word to him about watching it. Not that you think he would mind, you just had never really watched any of his older stuff since you didn;t really know much about him before the two of you got together a year or so ago.

Your relationship had a pretty significant age gap as you were in your mid-20s and Trey was in his mid-40s, so when he asked for your number at an event that your friend made you go to, it definitely caught you by surprise, especially when you found out who he was shortly afterwards.

But now here you were, sitting in his house, or your shared house, while he was at work, rewatching Orgazmo just for a chance to see him in the vinyl suit once more. You constantly had the thought of bringing it up to him, maybe suggesting the suit without actually telling him what the source of it was, but you couldn’t find yourself to actually do it.

You felt your hand grab the remote as you continued to press the button to rewind the fight scenes over and over again, watching the way his arms flexed, the way the chest hair poked over the top of the suit.

A sigh escaped your mouth as you crossed your legs, repositioning yourself to try and ignore the obvious feeling that started to grow. You pressed the play button on the remote again, watching the scene play out on the screen, completely starting to miss the original plot of the movie. You glanced at your phone, checking to see if Trey had sent you anything about his status at work but instead you were just faced with the clock that read 7:36PM meaning Trey probably wouldn’t be home for at least another 2 hours, at least.

You paused the movie, looking at the clip of Trey in the suit as you bit your bottom lip before sighing and getting up from the bed. “This is disgusting.” You mumbled to yourself as you shimmied your pants down to your ankles, leaning back against the pillows.

Your eyes fixated on the screen, your teeth sinking so deep into your lip, you thought you could taste the metallic flavor of blood against your tongue. You slipped your fingers in between your thighs, running them along the inside before you reached the fabric of your panties, slowly applying pressure and starting to rub against your folds.

The heartbeat in your chest started to quicken along with the pace of your hand as you let out a few gasps, your eyes still fixated on the screen. You heard a small whine escape from your mouth before moving aside your panties with your fingers, dipping on in between your folds.

“Hmm Trey…” His name left your lips, the same lingering feeling it leaves when he’s the one making you feel this way. And in a way, it was kind of him causing this feeling in the first place.

You let out another moan as you continued pumping your fingers, feeling your stomach start to tighten while you continued rubbing at your clit.

“Hey beautiful I came home for lunch to see you an-” Trey’s voice rang through as the bedroom door opened and you quickly pulled your hand away, grabbing the remote to shut off the tv. When you turned to look at the door you saw Trey standing there with two bags of Mcdonald’s food and a confused look on his face.

His eyes scanned down to the pants on the floor to you practically sprawled out on the bed before he opened his mouth to speak before closing it again as the gears in his head started turning to figure out what he was looking at. “Were you…?” He asked, glancing back down at the pants before going back to you.

“Was I what?” You asked, trying to act calm as you leaned back on the pillows, turning onto your side as you tried giving him the best “sexy” pose to try and deter his mind from what he may or may not have seen.

“Were you…ya know?” He asked, setting the food down on the table next to the bed as he slowly walked over before coming over and hovering over you, “Having fun without me?” He asked, his hands trailing down to the elastic on your panties, giving them a small tug.

You bit your bottom lip as you watched him, “Maybe I was,” you spoke softly to him. He gave you a small chuckle before putting his lips to yours, pulling off his zip up hoodie in the process. His hands went to your torso as he shifted slightly, accidentally hitting the remote as he did so, flipping the screen back on.

“Oh shit. Hold on,” Trey mumbled as he grabbed the remote and turned to turn off the screen and before you could stop him, his eyes were already staring at the paused image of him. “Hold on..”

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you tried hiding under the hem of your shirt. “Is that what you were watching when you…?” He asked as his gaze pulled from the screen back onto you. Your cheeks started to heat up as you gave him a small nod, “Mmhmm.”

Trey tried holding back a laugh but failed as his face scrunched up as he let out a decently loud laugh, making you want to curl up and die in a hole somewhere where he would never find you.

When the laughter subsided he looked back at you, “Wait..why?” He asked, his curiosity perking up. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumbled, turning away from him.

“Hey..” He cooed, his arm wrapping around you from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder, “Was it me?” He asked, a hint of cheeriness in his voice.

“Yeah.” You told him, hoping he would just take that as an answer and move on from the topic, and hopefully just forget about it all together so you would never have to worry about it again.

“What about me?” He asked, pressing light kisses against your shoulder as his fingers ran up and down your arm. “Hm?”

You let out a small sigh, “Nothing. Just missed you because of work.” You lied before he grabbed you lightly by your shoulder, turning you on your back as he lied next to you on his side, “You’re lying.”

“Am not.” You told him, turning your head to get a better look at him. He had both of his eyebrows raised as he looked at you, “Are too. Now come on, just tell me.” He whined, his face turning into a pout. You tried looking away but the pout on his face only increased more as he inched closer, begging you to tell him.

“Fine. It was the vinyl suit.” You mumbled the last part. “I’m sorry, I didn't quite catch that.”

“It was the purple suit. The vinyl one? The one you wore? The one you're wearing right there.” You confessed, motioning to the image that still displayed on the screen. Trey’s mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape.

You felt the heat come back to your face again as you looked at him, embarrassed by your confession. “But it’s whatever. It’s just a silly thing. Not like there was some other guy in it.” You spoke as you grabbed the remote from Trey, shutting off the screen.

Trey’s facial expression quickly changed to a more neutral one as he gave you a small nod, “You’re right. You are right.” He spoke, turning back to you. “How many times have you…?”

“Oh my god Trey can we please just not talk about it anymore?” You snapped, immediately feeling bad for the slight raise in your voice, “I’m sorry I’m just a little embarrassed and would rather not talk about it.”

Trey quickly nodded before grabbing the bags of food from the bedside table, “Well then..we won’t talk about it. Until then, I brought you lunch, thought we could lay in bed and watch a movie, not Orgazmo, together until I have to go back?”

“I’d love that.” You told him, grabbing one of the bags from him as the two of you started watching a random movie he put on together and ate, him not bringing up the suit incident again, at least you thought he wouldn’t.

—

The next couple of days were quiet around the house, Trey was only home in the late hours of the night and he would mainly just go to bed when you were already drifting off and then he would wake you up by giving you a small forehead kiss before leaving to go back to work.

You knew with Wednesday coming up you knew Trey would be home earlier than usual so you wanted to surprise him. You started by setting up the dinner table with one of Trey’s favorites that the two of you would cook together during off season before you changed into the dress you had worn when you met Trey, just to give the night an even better feeling with it.

When you were finishing up with getting dressed, you heard the front door open and Trey’s voice started echoing throughout the house, searching for you. You walked down the stairs and rounded the corner to see Trey, the hair on his head disheveled, a random sports shirt, and baggy jeans. When you rounded the corner he practically dropped the backpack resting on his shoulder, as his face lit up, his eyes brightening from the tiredness that usually sat in them during his work weeks.

“Hi baby.” His voice perked up as he slowly walked over towards you, his arms wrapping around your waist, “I’ve missed you,” He spoke softly, his eyes scanning you.

“Is that the dress you wore when we met?” He asked, grinning.down at you, his thumbs rubbing circles in your lower back as he held you close. You gave him a small nod as he let out a small hum, leaning down and giving you a small kiss. “Still as beautiful as the first time I saw you.” He whispered against your lips causing a blush to rise to your cheeks.

“Come on, I have something for you.” You told him as you pulled away from his grasp, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen. Trey followed you closely behind, his hand not letting go of yours as this is the first time you two have been equally awake and active in almost a week.

“Ta-da!” You spoke, showing him the food laid out on the table in front of you. “Awwwhh.” Trey let out a soft groan, not a negative one, as he looked at the table before looking back at you, “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” you responded, looking up at him, “I missed you too.”

Trey let out a small sigh with a smile in response, running his hand along your cheek, into your hair, “Well I got you something too. But it’ll have to wait until after dinner.”

You bit your bottom lip, nodding as the two of you sat at the table, your curiosity piquing at what Trey could’ve possibly gotten for you.

The two of you sat through dinner, Trey telling you about how the show had been going along with the other projects he had been working on and you listened, loved hearing him talk about the things he was passionate about, the way he’d talk with his hands and how his face would light up like a kid in a toy store. It’s what made you fall in love with him, and stay in love with him.

When the dinner came to an end, Trey got up from his chair and looked at you, “Okay wait here and give me like 10,,,no 5…no 10 minutes. Okay?” You nodded in response before he ran towards the stairs and went up them as fast as he could.

You continued to sit in curiosity, of course you and Trey had always planned surprises for each other but this one was different, the way he talked about it was in a different tone, and he definitely seemed a little more energetic about it than normal.

You watched the clock as the minutes passed. Finally, when it hit 10 minutes, you slowly walked yourself up the stairs before being met with the closed door at the end of the hallway. “Trey?” You asked, giving it a light knock.

“Come iiinnnn.”

You opened the door slowly, not knowing what to expect to be behind it but were suddenly taken aback by the sight of your long term boyfriend in a familiar vinyl suit that pressed tightly against his body, his age definitely filling it out in a different shape than it once did, but still looking good nevertheless.

“Trey…” You could barely form words, not knowing whether you were fighting back a sob of what could’ve been excitement or laughter. He even had the matching gloves and mask on. “I know I don’t look like how I used to, but I even shaved my arms again for this.”

You felt as though your heart was going to beat out of your chest as you bit your bottom lip, eyes scanning him from the tip of his head to the bottoms of his shoes. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Does it still work for you?” He asked, giving you a small spin, running his hands along his body in a playful way, causing you to roll your eyes. “And what if it does?” You asked, inching closer to him. He looked down at you as you walked closer, your bodies beginning to touch.

“I would say it’s a mission accomplished then.” He looked down at you, his hand beginning to snake around you. You reached your hand up, pulling the mask from off his face before tossing it aside. “Well then it looks like you’re right.”

You felt him lean down, kissing you deeply as if you hadn’t kissed for days, which in reality you probably hadn’t. Your hands ran along the vinyl of the suit, taking in the feeling of what you could previously only picture in your mind.

Trey’s gloved fingers ran along your arm, before he slipped your straps off your shoulders, letting your dress pool around your ankles. “Were you really not wearing anything under that this whole time?”

“Does that bother you?” You asked, letting your fingers loop around the belt around his waist. He let out a small laugh in response while shaking his head, “Not at all.”

You felt the two of you slowly make your way to the bed, turning so Trey lied on his back as you climbed on top, letting your hands feel the vinyl against his skin.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you like this before.” Trey commented, letting out a small breath and leaning his head back into the pillow below him as your hands moved lower down his body.

He shifted under your weight, his breathing starting to quicken as you started palming him through the suit, feeling a lack of underwear underneath which only made you more excited.

His mouth parted as his breaths grew heavy, letting out little gasps as you continued rubbing him through the tightening fabric.

Trey’s hands moved up to the zipper that sat on his chest as he gave it a slight tug before looking down at you, “May I?” He asked as you gave him a nod, watching as he tugged at the zipper, slipping the straps off his shoulders.

You ran your hands up his chest, taking in the feeling of his skin against yours, missing the touch of him.

You leaned down, pressing your lips against his as you helped him slide the vinyl suit down as low as you could reach, but enough to where his cock sprang out from the restraint of the suit.

You wrapped your fingers around his length, sliding it from the base to the top as you moved slow enough making sure to take in this moment for the two of you.

“Fuck me.” Trey mumbled under his breath, his eyes screwed shut while he practically shuddered under your touch.

“What was that?” You asked, tightening your grip ever so slightly as you continued stroking.

“Baby please.” He winced under your touch, thrusting up into your hand, barely able to open his eyes to look at you.

It didn’t take much for you to give in because you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you, if not more. You moved your legs to be on either side of him before lowering yourself onto him, moving your hips as you did so.

You felt Trey’s hands grab onto your hips, the coldness from the vinyl sending chills down your spine as you continued moving your hips, holding onto his stomach.

The beads of sweat ran down his forehead as you gazed down, seeing the way his cheeks were starting to flush to a rose shade. His grip continued to tighten on your hips as he thrust up occasionally, a grunt escaping from him as he did so.

You leaned down, kissing him once more as you felt your lips melt together, feeling Trey’s hands move to tangle into your hair. “God I’ve missed you.” Trey mumbled against your lips in between breaths before putting his lips to yours once more.

You felt the familiar tightening in your lower stomach as your breathing increased, the moans between the two of you getting louder as your pace started to grow. When you tried to open your mouth to speak the only sounds you could produce were moans and hums.

The tightening in your stomach ran down as you started to feel your body heat increase with your heart rate, the feeling of your peak only getting higher with every move you made.”M’gonna..” You whined out, burying your face into his neck as Trey’s grip on your hair tightened, signaling he was almost there as well.

The pornographic sounds in the room continued to increase before you reached your high, tightening around Trey’s cock before releasing, feeling his tip twitch from inside as he released himself.

You continued rotating your hips, riding out the high from the two of you before letting out a small sigh, continuing to lay on his chest as you felt his hand move from your hair to stroke your spine lightly. “So are there any other turn ons you have that I should know about?” His voice broke the silence before you glared up at him, resting your head back on his chest. 

“Shut up, Trey.”

[mara-xx217]

Kinktober 2022, Day One: Ruined Makeup/Crying

Don't hide your most defining feature from him...

Warnings: Blood & Death, Crying, Choking

   Your breath caught in your throat as your chest spasmed uncontrollably. A broken sob left your trembling lips causing a cascade of tears to stream down your face. Wet mascara clung to your eyelashes, stinging and blinding you as you pulled your knees to your chest.

   Blood was racing towards you. Fresh and still warm, as the body of your friend still hasn’t quite released its last desperate gasp of life. The overhead lights gleamed red-yellow in the reflection of the pool that now touched your lower half. You couldn’t get up as your legs were locked in fear. Your eyes were focused on one thing. Not your dying friend, not their blood soaking into that cute little dress they helped you pick out for this night.

    Your eyes are bloodshot. Black tears gather underneath your eyes before flecks of mascara run down your cheeks, down your jaw and onto your collarbone. Tears make your eyes look glossy and yellowed in the harsh light. 

   Reflective… Stunning… 

   The smell of iron twists your stomach. A sticky hand cups your cheek and a large thumb smears blood onto your face. More tears squeeze from your eyes as you screw your eyes shut. The hand on your cheek snatches your throat, crushing the air from your windpipe with a wheeze. Your eyes snap open instantly, wide with terror and a sudden realization that you were next. 

   You gasp for air as the pressure is relieved. You can’t look away from his eyes that are staring into yours. 

   Shiny, pretty… desperate. The look truly suits you.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire

[pleasantspark]

fed up and annoyed by Brxkxn_Fxxth

Fandoms: Transformers Animated (2007)  

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

F/M

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Blitzwing (Transformers)/Rose (Self-Insert)

Blitzwing (Transformers)

Rose (Self-Insert)

Kinktober 2022

Kinktober

Transformers Kinktober 2022

Brxkxn_Fxxth Kinktober 2022

Valve Play (Transformers)

Valves (Transformers)

Valve Plugs (Transformers)

Angry Sex

Prompt: Hate/Angry Sex

Summary:

blitzwing is extremely agitated and angered, so hothead remains in front this deters rose as she really wants to make her partner happy, she attempts to make hothead feel better only for the relationship to lead to a steamy night. kinktober day one: hate/angry Sex

Series:

Part 1 of Kinktober 2022 

Part 4 of Transformers 

Part 2 of An Elite Guard and A Decepticon 

Part 2 of Transformers Animated

The Lake was one of many places no one goes to anymore. Rose has been around since before the war, and arriving on earth she noticed how the humans seemed to never go to the lake at all. So this was a place to hang out without any Autobots or Decepticons to bother them. 

Rose sat down next to the Lake, and hummed, Hothead grumbled some obscenities and looked down at the floor, he was not in the mood to even speak nor talk. He was mad. Rose had enough and looked at Hothead. 

“Hothead.” Rose said, he snapped his neck to look towards her. 

“VHAT VOMAN?!” He yelled. 

“What is WRONG with you? You’ve been oddly upset since I’ve been here. And I want to know.” Rose said, Hothead took offense to this, because he didn’t like it when people call his naturally anger issues out, he HATED it, he KNOWS he’s angry, HE’S HOTHEAD. 

No need to rub it in his face. Hothead grumbles some more obscenities before looking back at Rose. “VHY VOULD VOU CARE? SHUT UP!” Hothead said.

Rose frowned and went to hug Hothead, and he squirmed. “I care, I am your sparkmate, now tell me.” Rose said. 

“NO! LET ME GO! RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” Hothead yelled, “NOW! OR I VILL BLAST VOU VITH MY VEAPON!” Hothead threatens. Rose sighs once more. 

“You think you will do that? You wouldn’t hurt your sparkmate would you?” Rose asked, Hothead growled and mumbled, she was right, he usually threatens Rose and they are usually empty since he loved her so much and would never try to hurt her. 

The mech grumbled, before facing Rose. 

“FINE FINE! VOU CAUGHT ME! BUT I VONT TELL VOU VHY!” Hothead said, feeling defeated, Rose lets him go. 

“Why wouldn’t you? I want to talk to you and make sure you are okay, if you think it’s weak it is not. I want to make sure you’re okay.” Rose pushed Hothead for more information, Hothead annoyed beyond belief, shoved Rose against a tree, and looked at her in the optics. 

[visionsofmagic]

day 6: roronoa zoro [cock warming]

࿓ synopsis • you ask to zoro whether he needs any help or not, and in return, he makes you sit on his cock so that it can get warm while he’s sleeping.

―❦ nsfw, opla!zoro, f!reader, reader is being needy & brat, pussy slapping, pet names, teasing, swearing, ‘is all! • 1.2k • a man that takes all my attention to himself in an instant in every type of universe; live action, manga, and anime. I chose to write for la!zoro version ‘cause why not? enjoy, hope I did everything right! [kinktober m.]

“stop moving, you're distracin' me.”

his deep voice cuts your actions of trying to stay still on his lap, adjusting your position so that your numb legs will fix, but, the struggle causes your pussy to clench around his length because of sudden movement which ends up by earning an unsteady thrust. looking at his face, hands gripping the collar of his sleeve, you see his closed eyes, trying to continue the nap he’s taking in the middle of the day.

 “sorry –“ you say, smiling innocently knowing he cannot see, “I didn’t mean to, it’s just –“ you try to find a solid word to describe the situation you’re in now but the weight of lust running through your pussy takes your brain away, wanting to break free, letting yourself go and wasting the last thirty-four minutes waste, waking zoro up, being a greedy brat – only to make him not sleep, instead, fuck you. “so much.”

you can’t bring yourself to say what you’re thinking aloud – just fuck me already! Just move this thick cock and fill me up! – pathetic.

you’re here, sitting down on his cock, warming it, being useful.

the moment of the morning came into your mind; the crew went to bring food and new clothes to the ship, and when they left, only you and zoro were on the ship, you said ‘I wanna be useful for you’ because he’s still healing and you wanted to help – anything, you added, which was a bad idea – maybe, it wasn’t that bad though.

zoro, being a greedy boyfriend even if he tries to hide it, decided to make you a useful one – for his damn cock – to warm it up!

“so much?” he teases you, taking you back to reality, making the sensation on your pussy grow bigger each passing time, moving his hips, acting as if he just adjusts his position like you did minutes ago – only this time, it’s an act – to try you, seeing how much you can handle this. folding his arms, he opens his eyes slowly, an eyebrow is raised, questioning, “what’s so much? I even didn’t begin to fuck you, did I, doll?”

opening your legs wider, challenging him, a whimper leaves your mouth yet zoro doesn’t show any sign of being greedy to fuck you – oh, what self-control!

but you’re not done yet. “it seems you will never do,” you say, shrugging, hands on his shoulder building up to his neck, playing with the hair on his neck – the most breathtaking man you have ever seen – he’s so beautiful that you would beg anytime now but you should try first – to break him into the point in which he will let himself go and move his hips. “I know I am here for the help – to warm your cock,” you point to the sight in front of him – your pussy beautifully covering his thick cock, wetness that comes out of you soaking his veined length. “am I helping?”

opening his arms, he puts them behind his head’s back instead as he leans to the wall of the chair you’re sitting on – eyes travel from your tight pussy to your face, meeting with your innocent smile and sparkling eyes.

“u-huh,” he says, trying to understand where you’re heading with this question, because he knows you well enough to realize you want him to move, yet stubborn and prideful to beg, not until the right moment which zoro waits to arrive. “warming my cock so well that I can feel you dripping into it – hot.”

nodding to him, heat rushes to your face at the sudden compliment, making you gain a confident manner, and continue on with your act; being a fucking brat, using his jealousy to achieve your goal – you would feel bad under other circumstances but not today, not when you want him to devour you – he’s hard to resist, and you’re so greedy to be a good girl.

“anything for my crewmate,” not boyfriend – a crewmate. it takes his attention, eyes on your face, daring you to go on with piercing gazes, jaw getting tight, straight face expression that screams danger. it only turns you on further. “I will make sure to provide my service to the captain as well than because he can need – agggh – zoro –!”

your words are cut by him; raising your body up a little until his tip releases you, and then, without missing a heartbeat, putting it down on his length, thrusting into your dozy pussy, earning a scream out of your mouth.

holding his shoulder tightly, you try to stay in balance while he keeps doing that without any particular rhythm and steadiness so that you get cockdumbed mind right away – all dizzy, just moaning, feeling him shoving his dick into you, balls hitting the ass – finally!

“is this what you wanted, brat?” he asks, hands open your skirt by damaging its buttons, nearly tearing it apart, cupping the breasts through the fabric of your bra before letting them watch how they bounce in sync with your body, raising up and down on his cock with more rapid pace now – devouring you – the things you wanted for a long time. “want me to break that pussy, pretty doll – ohhh – uhmm – y/n – you – you will fuckin’ get it!”

his hands are positioned on your waist, looking down, seeing your clit getting wider with each of his hard and strong thrusts, warming it with all the juices you make – you literally soak now, close to the edge, and zoro smirks at you the moment he hears the crew entering the ship.

his possessive and rough side takes control of his mind – his soul as he picks you up, you already begin to beg for him to put his cock inside, pleases coming out of your parted pink lips that you bite so hard. you let him turning your body, abdomen touching the surface of the bed, cock’s tip resting on the entrance of your pussy, then, he slaps it with his dick, a hand finds your neck, putting your face down onto the pillow – his body hovering behind you as your ass gets higher and higher.

it feels so vulnerable to be in this position as if you’re his own fucktoy to play with, and you can’t deny the fact that even the thought of it can make you cum in an instant.

“zoro – aggh – I –“ you try to say when his dick slaps your clit once again, your body jumps – feeling both shy and shameless at the same time but he cuts you out, cock enters you in one go, jolting your body forward.

“cut it. you don’t want to waste your breath now, you will need it when I make you scream my name enough to make all the crew hear it,” he chuckles – the rings of danger echo inside your head, making you look behind and see him; standing on his knees, eyes on your face, a smirk is visible that gives chill down to your spine at the sight – his glory has one meaning – is that he will not leave this room until others – and your brat brain understands only he can have you like this.

“will make sure everyone knows who’s fuckin’ you day and night, including you, you dumb doll. should’ve learned it sooner, but, I’m always open to teaching you how to be a good fuckin' girl for me.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *cuties*

[frogchiro]

Hrrrnnn thinking about boy next door!Kyle who is the absolute sweetheart of the neighbourhood, the kind whom old ladies praise after he led them across the street and all the mothers want their daughters to end up with him or at least with someone like him.

But he has eyes on only one person, you! You were childhood friends, always together, always playing in the garden together and spending time and even now that you're both in college didn't stop or put a damper on your friendship! Even better, you two somehow got even closer because you just couldn't help but slowly fall for Kyle's big, beautiful eyes, how they softened every time he saw you, his lips that stretched wide whenever you called out to him, not to mention his obvious charm and charisma and his goodhearted nature...Oh if you only knew.

Boy next door!Kyle who is obsessed with for many years now to the point of almost insanity. You're perfect in every aspect to him; your smile, your soft voice, how sweet you are and how you're genuinely the best person he ever met...But that attracted trouble.

He stalked your social media, he took photos of you whenever he couls just so he could look at the in the privacy of his own room and touch hinself to them, moaning your name out and imagining you bouncing on his dick, calling out to him in your sweet voice, but after the deed his mood always soured. He knew that he was far from being the only one who felt for you this way, and he always had to do something about them.

Like that jock in high school, Connor was his name. Up and coming sports star, the golden boy of the football team and the known school casanova who changed his girls every week and it just happened that his flavor of the week was you. Even after multiple times you shot him down politely, he still insisted. And insisted. And insisted until it clearly made you uncomfortable and Kyle couldn't have that right?

What a shame that the same month poor Connor had a incident which basically made him say goodbye to any sports carreer in the future. Pity. But Kyle was so happy! No one made his girl upset. No one.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄: Rough Sex w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: this is so unedited and rushed i apologize, i just didn't want to be late to posting this :`]

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

You didn't hate Daryl at first. In fact, you could say that you had an ever growing crush on the man, but that was before he totally took your heart and crumbled it between his fingers. Those butterflies that fluttered around in your stomach whenever he was near you quickly turned into a feeling of prickling irritation, his raspy voice that sent tingles down your spine now caused you to tense up, like a cat.

You hated how he hated you, you hated how you couldn't hate him, you hated how your feeling for him stuck to you like a cancer.

That's what landed you here, Rick scolding the both of you like you were children.

“Hell no.” Daryl growled, already shutting the idea down.

Rick had brought up that you and Daryl go out on a run together. Alexandria's food supply was fine, in fact it was great due to a recent run the other men had went on themselves.

“C'mon, Daryl, were supposed to be a family, and this community can't run correctly if two of my council members can't get along.” You glared at Rick from your seat. “There's got to be another way, we've done great so far, so what's the point? We're just wasting time and resources.”

“And I ain’ exactly lookin’ to participate in no damn team bonding.”

“For the first time I actually agree with country bumpkin.” Daryl sent you a scowl as he stood up. “How about you say that to my face, girl.” You almost got up as well but we're stopped by Rick's hand on your shoulder.

“Enough,” Rick drawled. “You two are going. End of story.”

That's how you now found yourself stranded in the very store you were sent to search, a herd conveniently deciding to make it's way through while you were with the person you ‘despised’ the most. Trapped in a storage closet, your head was rested against the wall, your eyes closed as you tried to ignore the sound of Daryl chewing on a hangnail. You'd picked up that it was a nervous tick of his.

“Daryl.” You groaned. “Can you stop that?” You asked, exasperated. He only hummed, continuing his biting. You sighed. You could faintly hear the groans coming from the outside, the only thing keeping you and them separated was the boarded up doors and windows that were slowly rotting away. It wasn't your intention to get you guys stuck, but you couldn't be too careful by hanging out in the aisles until they passed.

“I don't know how much longer I can last being stuck in here.” Maybe you should've specified what you were talking about, but the heat of the room began to go to your head, your clothes sticking uncomfortable to every roll and crevice on your torso, your thighs that were exposed by your shorts were for sure going to leave a mark on the concrete ground.

“I ain’ too thrilled to be locked in here with you either.”

“You know that's not what I meant.” You huffed, glaring daggers at Daryl in the dark, the only thing illuminating the room was your flashlight that was pointed at the ceiling.

“’Mhm.” he grumbled.

That minor response was what set you off.

“What is your problem with me Daryl? Now, I'm not going to sit here and act like a saint because I'm not, but the last time I checked, I wasn't the one who started avoiding me.” Your voice came out in a harsh whisper, a pathetic attempt at keeping your hiding spot hidden.

“I don’” He lied, his finger falling out of his mouth to join the other that was rested on both of his bent knees, his right picking at it instead.

“Refusing to be around me, avoiding me, insulting me? Is that what you call ‘Not having a problem?’” You were angry, and most of all you were hurt. You knew you still liked him, still harboured those pesky feelings, those stupid butterflies that just had to remind you how much you still did when you were around him. Now was his time to tell you why, to put that restless part inside of you to rest.

He stayed quiet, everything but you at that moment was holding his attention.

“Fine,” You sighed. “Don't answer me, but I refuse to stay here with someone who doesn't even wanna be around me.” You ignored the way your thighs peeled off the ground, getting up and grabbing your weapons bag as well as the food. As you turned towards the door, Daryl was quick to shoot to his feet, grabbing you by your wrist.

“Don’ be an idiot.” You huffed turning around to look at him again. His face was slightly illuminated by the only light source in the room. “Don't tell me what to do.” You growled, snatching your wrist from his hold, but he took it again. “Let go of me, Daryl.”

“Nah, you'll get eaten alive out there.” You let out a sarcastic laugh. “I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?” Before you knew it, Daryl's lips was on yours, his large hands cupping your plump cheeks as you could hardly breathe. You dropped the bags, both of them falling out of your grasp with a loud thump, but you didn't care, your fingers squeezing at his broad shoulders.

Had they always been this firm?

You got lost in the archer, in the raw soul that he was barring to you, his lips and tongue speaking volumes in which he devoured you.

He sperated from you, your lungs desperately taking in much needed air.

“What’d ya want me to say? That you absolutely drive me crazy?” Well there went all of your air that you had just huffed and puffed back inside your body.

“Maybe?” You teased quietly, a grin threatening to spread on your face as you bit your lip. He let out an amused grunt. He made an attempt to look you in your eyes, to see if this is what you wanted. His hands were respectful, resting on the sides of your face, his calloused thumbs gently caressing them.

“C’mon and kiss me, Dixon… unless you've got cold feet?”

Cold feet? Cold feet his ass!

He smashed his lips onto yours, not giving you a chance to say another playful jab. You couldn't even yelp, only inhaling surprised air through your nose as your eyes fluttered closed. You threaded your fingers through his growing hair you loved so much, caressing the oily strands, and yet, you kept a tight grip on his roots. His hands fell from your face to your waist, even through his hands itched to get a handful of that ass that couldn't stop beckoning him to get a squeeze every time you walked past him.

As if you could sense him internal turmoil, your hands fell from his hair to land on his own, sliding the large palms down to your large posterior.

“Don't be such a gentleman, Dixon.” You breathed into his mouth.

He gripped it, planting a light spank on it before strongly caressing. He pushed both of your crotches together, grinding them together and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“I've about had enough of your teasin’.” He husked, delivering quite a rough squeeze at the sound of you giggling. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, huh?”

“Get on the ground.”

You pulled away from him.

“What?”

“I said get. on. the. ground.” Every word was emphasized with a slap on your ass. You couldn't hold back the whimper that came out of your mouth as you briskly did what he asked of you. He followed suit, leaning against the wall and patted his lap. You hesitated, but he just gripped you by your wrist, tugging you so that he could assist you in clamoring onto his lap.

As you sat your full weight on him, his hard on pressed into the side of your thigh, Daryl pressing out something between a low growl. You shivered at the feral sound, his hips landing on your hips to rock you back and forth on his lap. He rejoined your lips, your fingers finding home in his hair once more, tiny moans falling out of your mouth at the feeling of your clit finally getting some type of relief.

You could feel yourself nearing a far away high. It was as if it was far away, faint almost, as of you weren't given what you were needed.

“Daryl, I need— I need more. Please. Need more.” You blabbered against his lips. His movements stilled. “Take off yer pants.” It sounded more like a question than a demand, but you obliged anyways, quickly standing up to tug your shorts and panties down your legs, the cool air brushing against your heated center.

“Goddamn, woman.” He grumbled as he palmed himself. He was quick to unzip his pants and pull out his cock, which hung hot and heavy against his clothed torso.

You almost salivated at the sight, rushing to kick the offending items of clothing that strained against your legs. Climbing back onto his lap, you gripped him, stroking him to full hardness, your thumb spreading his pre-cum over his irritated tip.

“_______, I— I can't. 'Gotta cum when I'm inside ya’.” He gripped your wrist tightly. You let out a heavy breath, “Okay. Yeah, yeah.” You were in a haze when dropped down on him, his cock stretching you open so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth with your hand so you would get too loud.

“You gotta— you gotta be quiet, okay?” You told Daryl, gripping tightly onto shoulders. All he could do was grunt in approval before his hips jumped up to meet yours, sending a shock wave down your spine.

“Daryl!” You called out a little bit too loud for his liking. “Shut it, girl.” He grunted, his hips snapping up once more. You wanted to let out a cry but you couldn't, only digging your nail into the skin of his shoulders. “'M sorry. Please.” You whispered into the air. He took pity on your pleading and continued to fuck up into you. You wanted to scream, cry out out, maybe even fuckin’ pray— just to be able to express how good Daryl was making you feel.

His grip was bruising, to the point where they would most definitely leave marks when you're done. He leaned forward to bury his head into your neck, strategically masked huffs, grunts, groans, and moans all being shoved into heavy breathing that could shake the earth. He was pulsing inside of you, which meant that he was close without him even having to say anything.

“'M gunna cum.” He rasped, his chest heaving. Your thighs trembled and ached, your knees all scratched up from your movement.

“Then sit back and enjoy the ride.” You whispered into his ear. Pushing him back by his chest, you forced him to watch you, your hips now raising up and slamming down on your own accord. You controlled the pace now, your finger nails digging into his hard chest, the extra pain causing Daryl to let out a low hiss.

He jammed right into your g-spot, the extra pleasurable sensation shaking you to your core. You lost your pacing, but Daryl took over once more, dragging you down so that you grinded down on his cock instead, your wetness smearing onto his lower stomach. The extra slipperiness help you to grind your clit onto his shirt.

As you two neared closer to the edge, you shared an orgasmic kiss, both of your mouths swallowing the noises that you couldn't contain. You shook as you came, your lower half dropping all the way down to take him into you. He came with a low grunt, his cum painting your walls thickly, a warm sensation spreading throughout your womb.

You both sat there, covered in sweat, dirt, and now, spit & cum.

“Ya good, sunshine?” You could only nod to weakly, a tiny chuckle escaping you. You lifted yourself off of his chest. “So, do you think Rick would notice the difference?” You asked, a smile breaking out on your face. “Piss off.” Daryl grumbled, but the look on his face meant that he didn't truly mean it.

You just hoped Rick wouldn't notice the stain on Daryl's shirt.

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding

John Price x Reader - 1k (on ao3)

summary: You worry that your boss sees your relationship as more long-term than you do. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: implied stealthing, under negotiated breeding kink, one-sided daddy kink

You tell yourself it’s just a kink.

You’re not ready to become a mother - you’d like to be married for at least a year before even trying for a baby, and you’d like to have an established career before even getting married. For you, the idea of a bun in the oven is so far down the line it’s not even visible on the horizon yet.

But you know it’s not the same for Price. He’s older than you, has lived a far wilder life and lost it what must be nearly a dozen times over. He’s a weathered man, with deep lines on his forehead and wrinkles around his eyes, just the tiniest hint of silver creeping into his beard.

You know it’s not smart to have a fling with him. Not only is he your boss and a controversially older man, but he’s also the exact opposite of a commitment-phobe like you. He’s always looking for more commitment in fact, something you hadn’t expected considering the illicitness of your relationship with him.

You'd assumed an affair with your boss would involve mostly quickies in closets, a refusal to be in the same room as one another during the workday, maybe even pretending to dislike each other around other coworkers. Instead, he talks to you more once you start sleeping together than he had before - he parks himself on your desk at any time he pleases, invites you to have lunch in his office with him (alone), and laughs when your co-workers call him your work-husband.

So you know that he wants more, that he wants you to really be with him (he hints at far more than just that, but doesn’t dare say it aloud, which you’re glad for) past just being his secretary and his fuckbuddy. 

In fact, he’d nearly torn you into two when you’d giggled and called him a “bootycall” after he called you back into work hours after you’d gone home. His face had gone from eager and affectionate to what you can only call scolding, and he’d been rougher with you than normal. You enjoy a few smacks to your ass, but that night he’d spanked you hard enough to leave you squirming the next morning when you sat at your desk. You’d been pouty about it, had glared only half-playfully at him when he smirked, but the way he ate you out on his desk for lunch more than made up for the discomfort. 

And he makes these… comments sometimes, while he’s buried inside you. Things that allude to a future you’re not ready for.

Gotta come after me, sweetheart, it takes better like that.

Hips up, don’t let any of me drip out.

Gonna make me a daddy, pretty thing? Huh? Gonna take my cum and grow me a baby?

My good fuckin’ girl, lettin’ me breed her pretty cunt.

Gonna look so pretty, all round for me. Gonna take such good care of you.

C’mon, honey, wanna make sure it sticks this time.

You tell yourself it’s just a kink. He plugs you up with a couple fingers once he’s finished, says “Just to make sure you don’t lose any of my cum, can’t be wastin’ it right now,” and licks your clit until your legs shake. 

He hardly fucks you in any position that isn’t bent over his desk, no matter how much you whine and beg for me. He just smacks your ass, gives you an extra orgasm or two to keep you placated. More often than not he leaves you bent over the desk after he’s finished, tilts your hips up a little higher and gives you a kiss on the temple as he sits back in his seat to get back to work.

You’d told him to use a condom the first few times, even though you’ve been on birth control for years. You’ve always been responsible with flings, been more than willing to send a man packing at the first hint of whining if he didn’t want to wear protection. A baby has never once crossed your mind as an option, and it certainly doesn't now.

So it was instinct to tell Price to put on a condom before he fucked you the first time. And he had, without kicking up any fuss about it past a furrowed brow and a grumble or two.

But then the condom broke, and you were left with his cum dripping down your thighs. You’d had a moment of panic, but he’d given you money for Plan B, and you told yourself the odds of getting pregnant with Plan B and birth control were so low it wasn’t worth stressing out over.

The condom broke the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And every time after that you asked him to wear one.

At some point you stopped asking, and he never remembered himself. A few muttered questions about what brand he’d been using between fevered kisses, thick fingers at your cunt a distraction, and eventually you told yourself it wouldn’t matter as long as you kept taking the birth control pills.

It would be rude to demand Plan B after every round, right? Plus, asking for cash minutes after you'd both gotten off always made you feel a bit... dirty. When you feel him drip down your thighs, when you pull your panties up and feel the mixture of both of you gather there, you tell yourself that the birth control will surely do it's job, and you try not to worry.

Now, pulling open the drawer where you keep your pills, you wonder if maybe all his talk of babies and his cum taking is more than just heat-of-the-moment dirty talk.

You stare down at the empty drawer and every time he’s called himself Daddy echoes in your ear like a choir.

[bunnyreaper]

kinktober 8 - breeding

simon riley x reader

(18+/mdni, breeding kink ofc hehe, just a little thing today <3)

for a man that doesn't want kids, simon riley sure has a breeding kink. simon swears on his life he doesn't want kids. not now, maybe not ever, a stance you've never had a major issue with. but considering his firm line in the sand, he always tries to knock you up anyway.

the first time you fucked had been a whirlwind of post mission adrenaline and raging lust, and you hadn't even stopped to consider the consequences--neither had simon. he was pushing in his girthy cock and fucking you deep before you could even think to ask for a condom, and he fucked you so good you didn't stop to care when his cock kissed your cervix and painted your insides.

after that, he didn't even bother offering to wear a condom, after the contraception and disease talk. why lose out on cumming inside? he just had to stuff you full.

sometimes he'd fuck you until you're a babbling mess, cumming hard and deep inside and then continuing to fuck his cum back in you, not letting a single drop escape. on one lucky occasion, he even came again, cock covered in his own essence as he filled you to the brim with his sticky cum.

his desires had escaped him mid session once, lost in your silky depths as he started to babble about how he needed to breed tha' pretty lil cunt and how he wasn't letting you go until he made you leak him down your fuckin' thighs.

and then it became an obsession, despite the low risk and the lack of desire, he seemed almost determined to fuck a baby into you--like he was testing your birth control, filling you up whenever he could. keeping track of your cycle so he could remind you, balls deep in mating press and eyes glued to yours, that it was your most fertile part of your cycle and that your body was just begging for his cum.

sometimes he'd even lose it just a little, chastising you for anything anything that might affect your fertility, anything that could ruin your chances of bearing his child. for a man that doesn't want kids, simon riley took breeding you very seriously.

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝

→ premise: he only intended to check on you you, he didn’t however plan on you exacting your revenge for him throwing you in the pool at that very moment. though it works out in the end to finally break the thick lingering tension between you two.

→ pairing: s1!steve harrington x fem!reader

→ warnings: 2.3k words, smut | 18+, unprotected sex, shower sex, fingering, edging, semi-drunk sex, underaged drinking they are described as drinking but they are a bit drunk/tipsy, season 1 steve harrington and so tommy and carol are in it, Y/N IS USED ONCE, nicknames [baby, cutie], description of wet clothes

→ a/n: 05 kinktober

“Ahhh Steve noo please!” You squeal and heat washes over your body, your skin burns where Steve's hands are gripping your waist. His touch sends butterflies to start violently fluttering in your stomach. He lifts you up and you feel like the air is punched from your lungs at the strength and his hands all over you. You hear a chuckle eurrupt from his chest right before you’re thrown from his hands. You squeal as your body breaks the frozen barrier of water and you splash into the icey grimy pool. You hold your breath as you look up from under the water and see the stars sparkle in the night sky. Slowly you come up out of the water, pushing your body up on the side of the pool glaring in Harrington's direction. The cold water is working to sober you up a bit, however not as well as you wished it to. The alcohol still streaming through your veins from those last few swings of the bottle now making you only a tad bit tipsy. Tommy and Carol are keeled over laughing, nearly falling off the lawn chairs they were laid out on. “Before you kill me you're gonna need me for new clothes you know? Right?” Steve lightly whines and backs up looking like a deer in headlights as he backs himself up against the sliding patio door.

“Show me where the shower is in this damn mansion of a house and maybe just maybe I'll spare you” you groan and look down at your body as your clothes sag and cling awkwardly to your body, water dripping off of you and onto the patio tile below you making you feel like a wet dog. He slides the glass back door open quickly and waits on you, not daring to make a move. “You're so whipped Harrington, how can you deny that?!?” Tommy calls over at the boy whose frozen stood, making Carol burst out into laughter again. You and Steve glare in their direction as you make your way into the much warmer house.

They shut up and put up their hands in surrender and shrug as you and Steve walk into the house. He leads you up the stairs and points you towards his bathroom. You give him a grimace before you walk into the bathroom, you decide not to lock the door and even to leave it open a crack.

Steve gathers clothes of his own for you to change into as he hears shuffling in the bathroom before the water starts running. He grabs a baggy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt of his as well as socks of his for you. He walks a few feet out of his bedroom, passing the cracked open bathroom door. The smell of his body wash wafts out the door and under his nose. You were using his body wash, and you were gonna smell all like him and be wearing his clothes. He feels his cock stir and twitch in his suddenly ill-fitting boxers at the thought, god it made his stomach turn. It would be like you were his, all his, only his. He shakes away the cloud of lust overcoming him and makes his way into the laundry room. Opening up the dryer he throws in the clothes he grabbed as well as a towel for you, setting it to run for around 10 minutes so that it all comes out warm. It might appear as though he was sucking up cause he doesn't want you to kill him for throwing you in the pool, but he does genuinely want you to be comfortable and warm. He let Carol and Tommy get the better of him and get in his head, always calling him whipped for you and saying he follows you around like a puppy. The two of you weren’t together in any capacity besides friends and it kills Steve. Cause he knows he's very obvious with his affection and infatuation and yet he's oblivious to yours. Therefore him throwing you in the pool was so they'd stop their comments about how close you two were sitting or how he was looking at you. He shouldn't have let them get to him but that was all he could think to do so they’d shut up.

Making his way back into his bedroom he stands frozen in front of the bathroom door, hand wrapped around the side where it was left open a jar. He takes a deep breath and walks in, looking down at his feet. His intentions were purely innocent and yet he couldn't fight the flush of his cheeks or the growing bulge making a small tent in his jeans as he stood there. This was his bathroom after all and so he knew his shower doors were glass and if he just looked up just an inch. He’d see your beautiful silhouette through the fogged up glass door, your hands running over your body as you rinse off the body wash. his body wash. Steve clears his throat to both catch your attention and regain his own composure enough to speak again.

“Hey uh i grabbed out some sweats and a shirt for you, even a pair of my socks, they're in the dryer with your towel so they can be toasty for ya’ i thought maybe i could take your sopping wet clothes from you to wash those” the words all practically come vomiting out of Steve's mouth in a hurry he was doing his best to make up for his adolescent action. The strain of his aching cock against his jeans persistent and annoying however.

It was killing him, knowing if he only glanced up just a bit he could see your body in all its beauty and yet he wouldn't, he couldn't. He wasn't a perv though it may seem like it sometimes, he just felt the need to check in on you, you were tipsy still and not at your own house after all.

With Steve's head bowed and his eyes apparently glued to his own feet he misses the small evil smirk that spreads on your face. “Yeah yeah that'd be great Steve thank-” you cut yourself off and let out a small fustrated string of curuses before you fake whine.

“Y/N? What happened, hey you okay?” A confused Steve stands even more frozen but he's gotten closer to the shower door and has a hand on the door handle. “Oh fuck- ughh i think i got soap in my eye. I can't tell if I rinsed it all away. Can you look at my eye for me please?” You question and fight back the smile that wants to take over your lips, forcing a squinted and pained expression instead.

Without a second thought Steve flings the shower door open, eyes now glued to your face instead of the floor and his feet. He leans forward trying to get a better look in your eye when you grab him by the collar of his shirt. Quickly before he can question you, you pull Steve into the shower with you, sliding closed the door so no water escapes.

The warm water suddenly spraying at his back, soaking his shirt and running down, working its way to soaking his jeans. His jaw agape and his shoulders raised and tense for a moment before he adjusts and they drop. His already tight jeans are beginning to cling around his now very obvious bulge. “Alright yeah I deserved thattt-” he chuckles but his voice gets caught in his throat and his last word dragging on when he lets his eyes drift down your bare, dripping, glowing wet body standing in front of him. You watch as his brown eyes darken and cloud with desire, your own eyes slowly taking in his own body and landing right on his excruciatingly hard cock that's begging to be let out of his strained jeans. Your own eyes glaze over with lust and reluctantly they scan back up Steve's body to meet his. His eyes droopy and brows furrowed, strands of his brown locks now soaked and a darker color as they stick to his forehead jaw still practically on the floor.

“Steve.. please” you whine, your voice coming out more breathless than you intended and full of vulnerability. “Oh fuck it” he grunts and surges forward, his warm hands wrapping around your slippery wasit pulling your exposed body flush against his colthed one as his lips crash against yours.

You let out a small gasp and shut your eyes tightly before kissing back passionately, lips molding together perfectly as hands roam and slide around each other's drenched bodies. Steve’s hand slips up your side, around your back and up your spine slowly before gripping the back of your neck deepening the kiss. You hum into his mouth and let his tongue invade your own mouth and take over dancing with your tongue. His other hand sliping the opposite way, down your hip and over your soft thigh before cupping your throbbing sex. A whimper escapes your lips, the steam from your hot shower filling the bathroom only seemed to double, surrounding the fogged up shower as well as your and Steve's entangled bodies. “Harrington..baby i need you please” you pull away from the heated kiss and whine leaning into his touch, your hands splayed across his lower stomach. One sliding under his soaked shirt and the other sliding down and starting to work at the button on his pants. The running shower head is still spraying right at Steve's back who's too entranced with you to care about the water bill that's raising higher and higher to longer it runs uselessly.

A cocky smirk is plastered on Steve’s face as water flows down his chiseled face and drips off his chin. His nibble fingers slide through your folds and slip through your slick before plunging deep inside you. His middle and ring finger work in tandem to thrust inside your aching cunt and reach that spongy spot that makes you see stars. Your pussy clenches around his fingers after every thrust inside, his long fingers buried knuckle deep inside you. You let out a loud wanton moan in relief and pleasure that gets muffled when Steve's lips collide with your own once again. You finish unbuttoning his jeans and do your best to push the fabric as well as his boxers down his thick thighs as they cling to his legs. His neglected cock finally springing free, his leaking red tip angry and desperate for attention.

All the tension and Steve's fast and well trained movements make the pleasure build up fast in the pit of your stomach. You moan and whimper into his mouth as his fingers keep thrusting hard and deep inside you, Steve’s thumb starting to rub slow circles on your twitching clit pushing you closer and closer to that edge. “You gonna cum on my fingers cutie?” His voice comes out taunting and condensing, the sound rebervating against the tile walls in the shower and bouncing all around you. You nod frantically and your knees buckle, your legs almost giving out from under you. Steve uses the hand gripping the back of your neck to make you hold eye contact as well as hold your body up steady as you grow limper in his arms the closer you get.

“Well you know how our little game goes right baby? Well you pulled me in the shower for throwing you in the pool” he starts explaining and you fight your eyes fluttering shut and your thoughts drifting away as you get closer and closer to tipping over the edge. You lazily nod in understanding. “Yes baby yes Steve I know i know!” You babble and moan out nearly incoherently as your eyes shut for a second but snap back open. Your cunt begins to throb and ache for releasing and holding it in starts to become painful. “Well it's my turn again and i think i'm gonna edge you cutie you know, for pay back?” He chuckles and as quickly as he slipped them in he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you let out a long whine in protest as your head falls back and your climax dies back down.

A shit eating grin is glued to Harrington's face and he soothes the pain by circling your clit with the two fingers he slipped out softly. Your disappointment doesn't last long however once Steve grabs both of your arms, pulling them behind your back and spinning your body around to press your tits up against the cold shower wall. Your hips nestled and pressed against his, his cock sliding through your folds as he grinds against your ass. Your nipples harden from the shift in temperature from the shower water. The hand that isn't holding both of your arms behind your back comes down to slap your ass before Steve's tip spilling pre cum is pushing at your entrance and with one hard sharp thrust he's inside.

“Oh god~ Baby” you scream as Steve gives you no time to adjust to his size, the painful sting of your cunt stretching and accommodating his cock. He rubs his thumb over the small of your back as he pushes your arms flush to your back keeping your body right where he wants you. Steve thrusts deep and fast, desperately needing this feeling for so long he can't get enough. The sound of your moans and mumbled curses, sweet nothings and whines of ‘baby’ ‘more’ ‘yes!’ fill the room alongside the slapping sound of wet skin against wet skin. Steve's balls slap against your clit in this position adding to your pleasure. You let out a loud scream of pleasure the harder he thrusts, your climax right on the edge faster than you wished. Your hips slam back against Steves and any thought of being mad at him for throwing you in the freezing cold pool have long dissipated along with the steam in the bathroom and long forgotten about with the running dryer with your towel and Steve's clothes.

→ a/n: i got very carried away with this and it took two days to finish so it came out late and im sorry but im actually pretty proud of this one. fun enough this was sort of an idea carried over from last years kinktober that i didnt do and now finally i did it!! leave me feedback and sorry for any typos!

[writingoddess1125]

Fight for Pleasure

Mihawk x FemReader

Now this is some true Kinky shit- 👍🏽 Enjoy 😉

Sorry it's late!

MUST BE 18+ TO READ!

⚠️Warnings:⚠️ Hard Sex, Unprotected sex, Biting, Blood drawn, Fighting.

Day 3. Hate Fuck

"Good Evening Ma'am" the handsome Marine bowed respectfully to you holding a arm out to you which you ignored and stepped off the dock of the ship and passing him. They constantly tried to do this, bringing the prettiest of their Marines in order to woo you into cooperation.

Being one of the Warlords on occasions you were summoned to nice places like this as a 'Show of Good Faith' in this case it being a resort which was emptied for the Warlords and paid in full. The World Goverment finding it cheaper to just let the Warlords indulge in whores, food and drink then letting them roam at times.

That and this was usually what they did in order to ask for some sort of favor which you imagined would be arriving by tommorow morning. Walking into the Resort you could already hear the Chaos- Mainly one source of it being the newest member Buggy the Clown.

Chaos which was the drunk floating clown having a field day with some booze and laughing with someone that was obscured- truthfully not wanting to bother checking.

You made a B-Line right for the bar. Seeing the other Warlords there already having their fill of paid for delights. Even passing by Boa who seemed just as unamused as you and you two gave a brief nod at each other.

Stepping into the bar you saw the lone Bartender, clearly not as heavily used since the bottles of ale, rum, and other strong liquors were out in the main resort area were most of your fellow Lords were gathered.

"A Daiquiri please" You asked, putting some berries in the tip jar. The Bartender smiling at this and quick to start making the order.

"Another bother of Tarapacá" You heard from the voice you loathed the most- Sending a glare up to your left to see non other then Dracule 'Hawkeye' Mihawk. Aka the stuck up asshole you were forced the share air with.

"You know a please to him wouldn't kill you-" You hissed in annoyance, Typically not caring for impolitness from your peers but Mihawk was an exception to this rule.

He sneered down at you, waiting for the bottle as he rolled his eyes not even bothering with you.

"Ah isn't it the tramp- Don't concern yourself with how I speak to others" He growled at you, But your own temper flaring at his insult.

"Tramp!? Oh you're one to talk- Everyone knows you probably have more spawns then Big Mom" You snapped back which made him glare hard at you, His yellow eyes staring hard at you as his face twisted up- The Bartender gently setting down the bottle for Mihawk then the Daiquiri for you.

"Let's not forget that little girl you keep on your island" You chime in a sing song voice, His hand clenching as you stood up with a smirk- You were one of the few who knew of Perona and while you were aware he most likely hadn't been intimate with her didn't mean you wouldn't throw it back in his face.

"How are you aware of that child?- Let alone got the incorrect idea of my relationship with her. Or My Island" He said hissing at you, You turned back with a sarcastic smile sipping your drink.

"I have my ways Hawkeye" You say sweetly, which made him grab the bottle and fling it in your direction which you dodged.

"You spied on me and went to my home?-" He guessed correctly which made you smile. Downing your drink you kicked one of the chairs in his direction which he snatched and tossed away, Marching towards you pissed. His eyes practically glowing at this imformation you toss the glass at his feet and glare at him- This making him stop.

"So tell me...What keeps me from killing you" He hissed out, rage and hatred pouring from his lips like venom.

"Cause you like me too much~" Hou chimed, walking from the bar completely- Warmth blooming in your stomach at how his eyes stared at you the sour taste of remembering it was Mihawk snapped you from those thoughts.

Walking down the hall to were your suite was, you tried to push away the small argument from Mihawk, whistling a mindless tune before the world spun- Feeling yourself slammed against a near by wall you glared hard as you saw it was Mihawk again- The smell of wine on his breath made you sneer.

"What do you think you're doing you drunk asshole" You hissed, reaching forward and roughly grabbing the collar of his shirt. After a moment of silence he crashed his lips into yours, Biting them roughly as he did so- Growling you pull him closer as the taste of blood and wine filled you senses. You pulled back to get air in your aching lungs and bit down on his neck earning a pained hiss from the fellow Warlord. "Perverted Bastard"

"Vile whore" Mihawk hissed at you- your hand shooting up and grabbing a handful of hair and yanked his head back which earned him growling moan. Quickly he yanked you towards the suite pulling at his coat as you practically tore open the hotel room door.

"F- Fuck!!" You screamed out, feeling him slam you into the nearest wall hard. Picking your legs up and wrapping them around his waist he glared hard at you in what could only be described as disgust, before taking his free hand and ripping your top open to see your exposed breast and attacking them with his mouth.

You moaned out as his hands ripped away at your bottoms, his teeth pulling and Biting your nipples as his hands dug into the flesh of your ass. Your own hands ripping away the wide brim hat and tossing it to the side which earned a glare from the Man. Smirking at this you take the opportunity and lean down, Running your tongue up his neck earning a rumbling moan from him, Until you bit down hard, feeling blood touch your tongue and him grab your hair to yank you away glaring hard as blood dribbled down the side of his neck.

"Fucking animal-"

Hawkeye mutter before harshly tossing you onto the large bed, earning a surprised yelp from you as you bounce on the bed- Glaring at his smug face as he followed after you and crawled towards you quickly moving to pin you but you slipped from his grasp. In a flash you grabbed at his pants and ripped them from the side with a smirk on your face and a scowl from him.

"These were expensive-" He growled as he tosses his ruined clothes to the side, his throbbing cock now on full display.

"Aww can't take what you dish out~" You tease gesturing to your shredded clothes on the floor. The two of you glared at each other at a stand still to see who would attach first- Mihawk suddently springing I to action as he dove for you once more, this time grabbing your leg and trying to pull you to him.

You laugh at this and instead scoot yourself close to him throwing him off completely as you pounce on him- knocking him to his back hard enough that the bed snapped and tilted in the directed of the force, You Sitting on his chest with a evil smirk.

"Not fast en- EEP!" You yell as he sits up suddently and grabs your waist keeping your upper body high as you fall against his stomach. He smirked down at you, seeing your face red before dived his mouth inbetween your legs.

Arching your back in pleasure as you felt him aggressively eat you out, trying to pull yourself up from the position but he only tightened his grip- The feeling of his hardened member pressed against your upper back from the upside position, as well as the head rush from the blood rushing from your head.

Moaning loudly as your legs tightened around his head. His fingers digging hard into the flesh of your hips as you came into his awaiting mouth and cut air from him. Feeling how he lapped at every drop you gave as your body shuttered and spasmed from pleasure. He then tried to pull away till you locked your legs keeping him from pulling back, a evil smirk on your face. He struggled for a few seconds, until you felt his mouth open again and his teeth brush far too close to your clit like he was going to-

"YOU BETTER NOT!" You yelped and released him quickly, moving yourself away from the cackling man as he ran his tongue over his teeth and lips like he savored the taste.

"Aw can't take what you dish out Darling?~" He growled out smiling at your defensiveness and suspicion. Glaring hard at him your hand shoots out and grabs his cock.

He grunted as your grabbed him roughly, your sharp nails gently running up the side of his shaft like a pleasurable and silent threat. Leaning down you place a long slow lick over the length of his shaft, earning a hissing moan at the sight and feeling.

"Aww you got quiet quick~"

You smile at his reddened face as you made him come undone your fingers squeezing on the swollen head of his cock earning a angry growl from him at your teasing.

"Don't tease me women" He hissed, grabbing your wrist and yanking you so you were on him your bare chest pressed onto his as he went to bite your neck once again pushing forward you headbutt him which knocked him back off the bed but he pulled you with him as you both landed and crushed the nightstand.

Taking advantage of your dazed state he rolled the two of you over on the rubble and pinned your hands next to your head, A dark gleam in his eyes at this.

Tossing your head back as you gave out a forced moan as he entered you quickly and hard. Still sensitive from the brutally forced orgasms of before as Mihawk snapped his hips to fill you body and soul, setting a brutal pace he began to fuck you like an animal. Your body sliding across the carpet as he fucked you as far as possible, your moans of bliss ripping through your throat at the speed. His fingers releasing your hands which fly to wrap around his back.

Mihawk grunted hard as he slammed into your hips again, ignoring your cry in bliss from the multiple orgasms at this point and his own hips losing its rhythm from his own coming undone, his fingers digging into the carpet around your head as he gave a few more powerful thrust- Your nails slicing into his back and drawing blood as you screamed to another hard orgasm drew him in finally. A howl in pleasure ripping through his throat as he stuffed you as deeply as possible, he fell onto you from the force as the two of you laid there a panting mess.

You foggy to the brain feel him run his tongue over the cut on your lips, parting your lips at the request you kiss him deeply in the after glow of it all. You two pulled back only when Mihawk finally gets the strength to pull out of you and roll onto his side with a tired sigh.

"Must we always fight in order to fuck?"

You question still exhausted and laying there on the carpet fairly sure you had some level of carpet burn on your back. You hear a questioning hum from Mihawk, Clearly not wishing to think of that question further as he laid there relaxing.

You sit up from the floor a familiar ache between your legs, seeing the destroyed furniture, the ripped up sheets and clear dent in the wall from were Hawkeye slammed you. In short it looked two beast had destroyed this room in either battle or fucking- in this case both.

"You're paying for the damages for this room" You point out, Mihawk opening one eye from his lounging position on the floor hands behind his head and comforbly dozing.

"Hmph.... fine-"

[nickybloodhead]

Kinktober day 17: Threesome

After seeing James flirt with a few girls you decided to give him the silent treatment, it was unbelievable that he asked you to accompany him on what was left of the tour and there he was playing the gallant with other sluts.

You ignored him and stayed away from his touch, preferring to hang out with the others as you were having more fun that way.

Kirk was one of the guys who made you feel welcome, they spent too much time together in the off times, James didn't like it.

He was always watching you guys, drinking gallons of beer but never did anything about it.

However, that night he didn't see you or Kirk anywhere, the worst scenes were going through his head as he walked the halls of the hotel, he stopped in front of the guitarist's door and just opened it without even knocking, there you two were quite giggly, the place smelled like weed.

"Hey, what's up dude?" Kirk smiled friendly at James who frowned and looked at you with annoyance.

"Why are you here alone with him, what were you planning on doing?" your eyes were a little heavy from smoking, you watched James approach and licked your lips, you knelt down on the bed to be eye level with the blond, it looked like he had more to say but before he did you pressed your lips against his.

"We were just chatting, nothing more" You murmured against his lips and glanced sideways at Kirk who seemed quite amused just watching them kiss, he bit your lip and you fixed your eyes on James again "But...we could do something the three of us, if you want to Het"

The suggestion seemed to take both men by surprise, you sat on the bed watching the two of them and waiting for a response; James took your chin and forced you to look at him, he didn't seem upset, rather thoughtful and maybe a little excited.

"Have you thought about having us both, fucking you, is that what you want?" you couldn't hide your blush and nodded, he chuckled and looked at his friend. "What do you say, you want my girl to suck you off?"

Kirk has an expression of pure confusion, he clears his throat looking between the two of them, maybe hoping one of them will say it's a joke. "Uhm, well man, I don't want to get into your relationship or anything."

"That's not what I asked you, come on, I've seen the way you look at her, you want her to blow you?" James smiles condescendingly and seeing that he gets no response, he grabs you around the waist and turns your back to him, facing Hammett. His hands grab the edge of your shirt and he pulls it off, leaving your breasts exposed to his bandmate.

He leans in close to your ear, his hands run across your abdomen making you shudder, you look at Kirk with shyness and desire.

"Since you want us both to fuck you, go on, I'll give it to you for tonight...but even if you have a mouth full of him, remember you're mine."

You nod obediently and crawl to get closer to Kirk, you look behind you to James for permission, to which he gestures for you to go ahead, you kiss the curly haired one as he runs his hands over your tits.

You feel the warmth of James' body behind you, his lips start to leave little nibbles on your neck, his hand reaching between your legs to touch you over your panties. You moan in the middle of the kiss and reach down to squeeze the growing bulge of both men, you manage to make them both gasp for which you smile, you place your hands on Kirk's chest and push him down on the bed, you reach down over his body and play with the waistband of his pants.

"Wait, is this for real or am I too high?" You smile mischievously at him and proceed to unbutton his jeans, you slowly pull them down creating anticipation and kiss his length over the fabric of his boxers, you hear James grunt behind you, his hands grab your waist and pull you onto all fours, your ass up for him as you lean on your forearms to continue to tease Kirk's cock with your mouth.

He is still dumbfounded by the situation, however, as soon as you start leaving licks along his still clothed shaft, his hand goes to your head as he moans, you look him in the eyes and pull down his underwear to at once take his cock in your mouth, his hips rise which makes you gag a little, drool drips pir your chin as you dive back into his length.

James gets fucking hard as he watches you take his friend like an expert, he tears your panties with no intention of waiting any longer, he spreads your pussy open with his fingers and spits in your hole, you moan at the wet sensation and arch your back as you feel the cockhead run shallowly along your slit, you wiggle your hips, encouraging him to enter you.

He does, thrusting in with one thrust, stretching your walls to accommodate his huge girth, you moan around Kirk's cock which makes him shudder, he close his eyes and pushes your head deeper into him.

"Shit, you've got a dirty little mouth, I understand why Het's with you, pretty" Kirk's panting voice makes you suck him hard as you massage his balls, James crashes into you, fucking you raw and making your thighs flinch. You look over your shoulder at him as you hear him scoff at what his bandmate is saying, he looks up at you and winks cheekily. You masturbate Kirk as you just lick his tip, the pre-cum staining your lips.

James' palm lands on your lower belly, his middle finger lightly grazes your clit which makes you let out a high pitched moan, your eyelashes flutter, Kirk's cock throbbing in your hand, you take it back into your mouth and begin to bob up and down, cupping your cheeks to create better suction. The grunts and gasps of both guitarists are all you hear, suddenly, James turns you over leaving you lying on your back on the bed.

"Oh, I plan to see your face when I cum on you, who knew you'd be so good at taking two cocks" He teases as he strokes his length over you, Kirk settles next to your head and jerks off over your face.

"That's an amazing girl you got there, buddy. I think she would love to be smeared with our cum" He joins in the teasing, you moan as you press your clit with your fingers waiting for both of them to cover you with their seed.

James cums first, staining your abdomen and breasts, his release is accompanied by a deep moan, Kirk follows, cumming all over your face, drops of his cum sliding down your cheeks and mouth. You squeal as you feel James' mouth on your clit, it only takes a couple of licks to make you convulse in a powerful orgasm, all you hear around you is static, you fix your blurred gaze on James who smiles at you.

"Hey gorgeous, are you with us?" You barely nod slowly to which you hear a couple of giggles, you look up and see Kirk resting against the pillows, he stretches a little and stands up.

"I need a shower, uh, same time next week?" he has a playful touch so he just gets a middle finger from James, you laugh softly.

"It was a one time chance Hammett, get out of here man" James laughs good naturedly and pushes him away, Kirk disappears into the bathroom also laughing. The blond looks you up and down, he picks up his shirt off the floor and wipes your face, then reaches over and kisses you.

"You are mine, after all."

You know, I think this was my first time writing obscenities with Kirk, I hope I didn't screw it up.

[dddrunkderella]

kinktober day 31: aftercare (free day)

KINKTOBER COMPLETE!!! THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR FOLLOWING ALONG!

[iamthecomet]

Kinktober Day 17 - Nipple Play

Guys, it's just 900 (ish) words of Swiss playing with Dew's nipples and ruining his life. A little lactation kink thrown in because that's what happens when you leave me unsupervised.

“Bet you can cum like this.” 

Dew shakes his head. Vehement. Sweaty golden hair cascading into his face as he does.  He leans back, body arching head dipping away from Swiss even as Swiss holds him firmly on his lap with an arm around his waist. Fingers digging into his hip to keep Dew exactly where he wants them. 

It’s early morning. The sun just starting to peek over the horizon. Dew is undercaffinated and still sleep warm in Swiss’ arms. And that means that Dew is basically defenseless. Dew’s still shaking his head like he’s trying to chase the thought away entirely. 

“No.” 

Swiss doesn’t respond to that. Doesn need to. Instead, he seals his lips around one of Dew’s swollen nipples. He sucks hard, tugs on the ring through it with his teeth. Dew’s back arches deeper as he presses his body closer to the heat of Swiss’s mouth. 

He uses his fingers on the other one. Plucking, twisting. None too kind. But Dew loves it if the way his cock spits between their bellies is any way to judge. Swiss could help him out. Hitch Dew a little closer on his hips, rub their dicks together. Tips sticky and wet. Could have Dew cumming all over him in a matter of seconds like that. But this is better. The aborted little rolls of Dew’s hips. Stutterin when he realizes there is nothing to grind against. The broken noise he makes when Swiss really digs his teeth in. 

Swiss pulls back. A string of spit connecting his lips to Dew’s nipple as he tips his head up. Leans back against the mahogany headboard and looks at Dew. Really takes him in. Dew’s red down to his throat. His hair damp with sweat. Fingers clenching and releasing against Swiss’ back. Jaw slack, mouth glazed. 

“They always get so puffy for me,” Swiss muses, and Dew whimpers at the words. Swiss gives his nipple a cruel twist and Dew jolts. Somewhere between trying to pull away and push closer. Hips jerking forward. 

“Swiss–fuck–please.” 

“Please what? Firefly?” 

“Touch me.” 

“I am.” Swiss drives the point home with another sharp twist. The press of the flat of his tongue over the other sensitive bud. Dew growls. Frustrated, desperate, needy in a way he only gets when Swiss does this to him. Torture that Dew has learned to beg for. “How much longer until they let down, huh?” 

“Fuck–don’t say shit like that.” 

Swiss ignores him. “Get them all swollen, nice and full for me? Huh? You’d like it.” 

Dew shakes his head again, but Swiss can feel the way his cock kick between them. He hears the whine Dew tries to hide with clenched teeth. . “Bet it’s real sweet.” 

“Satanas, Swiss. What the fuck?” 

“You’d look so pretty like that too,” Swiss cups his hand around the non-existent swell of Dew’s pec. “Puffed up, aching. Cute little tits. Bet if I work at them enough it’ll happen. Does it hurt?” 

Dew nods without any hesitation. Blush deepening. Spreading down his chest now. . "Y-yeah, please. Come on. Just touch me already. Make me cum." 

"I'm trying." Swiss grazes his teeth over Dew's nipple and Dew thrashes. 

"Can't cum like this, Swiss. Can't. Fucking hells, need you to touch it. Need–" 

"No you don't," Swiss kisses him over his heart. Sweet. A bitter contrast to the tone of his voice. Dew is falling apart in his arms and Swiss is insane with it. Stomach clenching. Cock kicking. He'll bury himself in Dew's body soon. Fuck him until his eyes get misty. But first–

"You can do it, Dewy. For me. I know you can." 

Dew's near panic is so sweet. The way he whines. How he tries to scoot his hips closer so he can rut against Swiss' belly. Anything to make it happen, anything to please Swiss. To give him this. It’s an impossible task. But Swiss isn’t about to let up. Not until Dew’s nipples are red and raw. Not until he’s had his fill of sweat slicked skin. 

He rolls a nipple beneath his thumb and basks in the way it makes Dew gasp. Barely a touch. Swiss looks down and finds the tip of Dew’s dick flushed so dark it’s nearing purple. Sticking straight out from his body. Kicking wildly as Swiss toys with him. 

“Swiss–please,” Dew voice is a pathetic whine. Another few minutes and Swiss knows Dew will promise him anything for a chance to cum. 

“Not yet.” Swiss mumbles, sucking hard on the pebbled bud. Rock hard and swollen beneath his tongue. Dew bows in on himself. Hiccups on a moan. Body shuddering beautifully in Swiss’ grip. He wonders what they have to do today. Rehearsal probably. Mass later. He can’t wait to see Dew wince when his guitar strap shifts the wrong way. Can’t wait to scurry across the stage and touch him through his uniform. Drag his fingers over those bruised nipples while Dew fumbles through a solo. 

Maybe Dew will fuck him about it later. 

“Come on, Swiss.” Dew begs so beautifully. Swiss could listen to it forever. 

“Not until they let down. Not until you give me a taste.” Swiss’ mouth descends again, worrying abused flesh with his teeth. Dew sobs, Swiss has never heard a sweeter sound. 

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄: wall sex w/ steve rogers

a/n: y'all are gonna watch as i absolutely fuckin' grind to get caught up with kinktober because i physically, mentally and psychologically REFUSE to continue posting for this challenge in november.

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

One thing that came with being thicker than others for the majority of your life, you often doubted people's ability to be able to carry you. 

Maybe it was a skill issue regarding them, but each time without fail, the men in your life had asked and failed to pick you up, which ended up just embarrassing both parties. 

That was before you had met Steve. Steve was so ridiculously strong, and he loved to show off, especially after you'd told him about the others' past failures.

"Ah! Steve!" You yelped in surprise.

You went from riding your boyfriend on the bed to being raised up into the air and walked backwards until your back hit the wall. 

His mischievous laugh rang out in your ear as he continued to fuck you from below, your body dangerously shooting up the wallpaper. Your grip on his shoulders tightened in fear, but that fear manifested itself along with your arousal, adding to your pleasure.

"You're gonna drop me!" You whimpered. He just smirked at you.

"You're fine, sweetheart." He cooed, pulling your body slightly off of his cock before slamming back. "Fuck! Stevie, 'm serious." You said, but your words were weak and lacked any bite behind them. He knew you had given up when he felt the roll of your hips against his pelvis.

"No," He started, "You're not." He finished, pulling out once more only to slam back into you, his cock kissing your g-spot.

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