#kinktober parallel play

[vukovich]

24K9

A daily(?) kinktober Tumblr fic. Will post to AO3 on American Thanksgiving, 2023.

Harry is a K9 unit Auror. Draco is the Ministry Kennelmaster. How could that possibly lead to anything?

Tags: collaring, top Draco, sensual pet play, touch starved Harry, bathing, shaving, rescue dog feels, other tags TBA, maybe dark draco ending?, maybe werewolves?, definitely coming untouched though, just blasting rope man

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Chapter One

“I assure you, Auror Potter,” drawled the Patronus, speaking even before it found its full form, “there is nothing wrong with your partner.”

Malfoy’s tone was patronising, as though he were telling Harry that the monsters under his bed weren’t real, and to go back to sleep.

Next to Harry’s desk, his ‘partner’ had managed to catch his tail and was currently gnawing on it with nothing short of ardour.  K9 Auror Wurst, aka RottWurst, clamped down on his fluffy tail so hard, Harry swore he heard a crunch.

The bright fog condensed into a direwolf the size of a modest pony.  It was the perfect symbol for Draco Malfoy.  A pale, leggy, sharp-toothed relic of another time.

“And I assure you,” Harry spat, “Kennelmaster Malfoy, that this mutt’s fucking touched in the head.”

The mutt in question was eighty-plus pounds of Rottweiler-poodle abomination.  He looked like a St Bernard had dug into an avalanche, missed the humans, and hit a thousand-volt power line instead.  The curly white fur on his belly was caked with mud, and his brown muzzle still had bits of grass clippings on it.  The rest of him was black, save his brown eyebrows and speckled ears.

“He keeps alerting to sex magic, not dark magic.  It’s fucking embarrassing.  Dragged me across Hyde Park.  I had to use a Confundus on him to get him back to the office.”

The direwolf was so still that Harry blinked twice to make sure the shape wasn’t burned into his retinas.  It was a bloody showboat of a Patronus.

It was so bright that it brought out the dinginess of Harry’s office.  The yellow carpet had a pale brown trail between the door and Harry’s desk chair.  The corners of the ceiling had cobwebs, and the baseboards held an unhealthy amount of dust.

The fresh dog piss on the floor didn’t help things.

“I mean, he’s not worthless,” Harry added.  “But Robards said he can’t reassign him to Vice.  That he doesn’t have that authority.  So it must be you who has to do it.”

It was a little risky to bypass Robards the way he had, contacting Malfoy directly.  He probably should have made an appointment with his assistant or something.

But he’d been angry, so he’d pulled an interdepartmental priority Howler out of his desk and sent it.

There was probably a DMLE protocol for contacting a member of the Wizengamot.  There was a DMLE protocol for everything but wiping his arse.  Actually, they probably had one for that, too.

Harry blinked again.  His eyes were dry.  He was on hour seven of a twelve-hour shift.  After this, he’d get another coffee.

The direwolf shifted its weight, then leaned back, hindquarters high, in a deep stretch.  Its paws spread out in front of it.

Harry wondered if Malfoy was actually stretching.  And what that might look like.

It’d been years since he’d seen Malfoy in person.  Just in the papers, and only in the background of Wizengamot photos.  He’d been called to his Wizengamot seat the day after his thirtieth birthday, having met the minimum age.  They hadn’t called Hermione to hers until she was thirty-two.  She’d die mad about that.

The direwolf laid down, then yawned.

Harry yawned.

Wurst yawned.  Then farted.

Harry thought to check the time.  2:30 AM, according to his wristwatch.  He’d been on the clock for fourteen hours.  Not seven.

“Shit,” Harry said.

He’d woken a member of the Wizengamot at 2:30 AM.  And an important one.  

The direwolf sighed and tucked its muzzle under its paw.  Harry held his breath.  Maybe Malfoy would fall asleep.

Maybe he’d doze off, and he’d think he dreamt he got a Howler in the middle of the night from a burnout beat cop at least six rungs below him.  Maybe.

The direwolf sighed again, then drifted away like will-o'-the-wisps on the wind.

Maybe Malfoy wouldn’t report this.

Maybe.

Maybe Robards wouldn’t kill him.

He drummed his fingers on his desk.  If he did get written up, it’d be his sixth this year.  Two of them were for failing to meet dress code, but the shaving regulations were stupid, and the hygiene one was just weird.

Still.  

Wurst looked at him.  He looked at Wurst.

Nothing would happen.  His talk with Malfoy had only lasted a few seconds.  He’d think it was a dream.

It would be fine.

“It’ll be fine,” Harry told Wurst, ignoring the sweat on his palms.

Wurst’s nostrils flared, and then an ivory envelope slid under the door.  It sat on the grimy carpet for a moment, then folded itself into a swan.  With a few wingbeats, it landed on Harry’s desk and unfolded itself.

Inside was a business card.

Draco L Malfoy Wizengamot Member, Kennelmaster Warminster BA13 4SH UK

“Shit,” Harry said.

He flipped the card over.  On the back was an appointment date and time.  Tomorrow.

“Fuck.”

Robards was going to kill him.

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[ettaberrytea]

I love how nobody can agree on what kind of october we are having anymore.

[anantaru]

DAY 14 —YANDERE CORRUPTION

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

a/n. the albedo one got quite long and i adore how i wrote him there, i will definitely write a separate fic on this version of him in the future, enjoy!

𖧡 — including — lyney, albedo

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, angsty, yan! genshin men & manipulative genshin men, possessive, albedo without emotions, unhealthy behavior, unprotected syx, nipple play/tit play

𖧡 — LYNEY

lyney strangulates the sweltering tension linked on your bodies when he towers on top of you— and he proceeds slowly when he leans into your ear, certainly impressed that his calculations were proven to be right once again.

"i knew you'd come back to me." he breathes out a laugh, that for some reason harbored deep parallelisms to horridity, the tiny hairs around the back of your neck standing tall when you realize that, yes, quite frankly, you had returned to him even after you originally forced yourself to leave him behind.

with a planted kiss on your forehead, lyney steadies both hands around your thighs before feeling up your glistening pussy, his cock head roughing up and down your naked folds, leisurely gathering your arousal on his shaft to mock this situation more notably— the way you were already soaked without much required touches of him only further proved his point.

his rasping groans were continuously deepening but glimmered with an added pitchy timbre, yet were certainly nothing in comparison to the heavenly whines and whimpers you had hoped you'd be able to keep hidden in your chest.

"no, no, no," he mutters, distraught, and you flinch when he prods his rosy tip over your slit to make you sob at him, yet he still wouldn't move himself inside. "you need to be vocal with me, okay?" clearly, you weren't capable to see the danger of the situation, and it's ominously lurking like a frightening shadow on top of you, manifesting in the darkness of his eyes— his pupils lost on the brilliant twinkle around them that you originally fell in love with, his light bangs sticking to his forehead when he, at last, slides himself inside your cunt.

you toss your head into the pillows when he penetrates you, your legs instantly clinging around his waist as he fucks into the solidity of your slit, eagerly awaiting your noises whilst suffocating his own.

lyney cannot be louder than you right now, he had to hear you first— now, that your pussy was so tightly wrapped around his dripping cock, a brew of your arousal and his white pre trickling down his balls and seeping onto the silken bedsheets, staining the clean linen.

you drawl out the bundling moans in your throat all shakily as he carries on to pistol his thudding erection into you, the squelching noises only growing louder by now, buzzing through the darkened room as you lose any form of possible regret in you— his hands continuously tightening around your hips, lusting after wanting to feel more of you, the growing yearn for you, especially of how you're clamping down on his shaft and taking him like a second skin, sucking his length in as he grinds at the spongy patches on your sweet spots.

"that’s right, keep showing me how you feel, baby," lyney groans into your lips, eyes glazed with lust, "because— ah, fuck, you know i need to hear it." and you don't answer him with words, far too embarrassed that it had gotten to this point again, instead huffing out a pitchy weep, being unable to hear anything besides the ever-growing slap,slap,slap of your bodies colliding against each other, finding the skin so effortlessly well as lyney leans into your neck to meet your shoulder, mouthing over the wet spots before reaching your ear at last.

"because you know i'll never be able to let you go."

𖧡 — ALBEDO

"oh, when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?"

with infinite tenderness, albedo kisses your chest after speaking with a weary resignation enlaced around his words, directly taking notice of the rapid thuds behind your ribcage— you're nervous, hanging on every word he said and each move he made.

the soothing trace of his lips prancing on your skin ignited the nerves of your body— the tranquil look on your soft features signalizing such, not to mention your high-lifting noises all together pulled his soul back inside of him, his cheeks bathing in a valentine-red when you squeeze your hips into his groin.

it makes albedo tilt his head with a small smile dancing on his face, all whilst his sunny, kind expression was silently melting off as his focused gaze shadows over your tied hands pushed above your head— an experiment, he might add, something he had originally proposed to you a while back, and thankfully you did give him your agreement to it, a shimmering layer of your sweat touching up your forehead as your breath stammers inside of you the moment he rolls the flat of his tongue over your nipples.

"i noticed—" he stops in midst his sentencing, his hot breath tickling the wet spots on your breasts before he hums to himself, "you like my usage of alternative names for you, am I correct?" he wraps his mouth around your tit before hollowing his cheeks whilst your heels dug into the mattress due to the sheer roughness of it— it's not like it doesn't feel nice, but it appears as if there was no sort of emotion webbed into his handle on your frame, yet your back arches like a bow despite your worry as he traps your nipple between his lips, all the while suckling harder until he lets it go with a loud 'pop'.

you paw around his soft locks before softening your fingers inside his hair, half-lidded eyes unable to ponder around the continues red flags ringing across your entire nervous system, "yes.." you huff out, his calculated ministrations coaxed twitch after twitch from your body, "it.. feels nice to hear it."

you're already so sensitive albedo cannot believe it, besides, he hasn't even laid his fingers on you that much— your soaked cunt was still untainted for the night, although fluttering around nothing but air and practically awaiting him bare and open.

"i will remember that." he says, stoic, and he always did, the most important tool in his life being knowledge and understanding more, understanding you or humans for that matter— just as during his experiments, you so happen to be of perfect help to him, your tits also always so extra reactive when albedo had them inside his hot mouth fusing his saliva with your fluids, it makes you shiver beyond any repair when he digs his tongue against the perky nipple while holding the other breast in his hand, perceiving the immediate kindness and obedience of your returning touch.

with the drawn out foreplay, you're on the brink of a sharp edge, bracing yourself before tangling your hands further into his silken hair, "albedo," you mutter, a blazing heat pummeling on top of your cheeks as his gaze meets yours instantly, "c-can you kiss me again?"

it's silent for a second, yet it felt like an eternal state of being before he props himself up by his hands and curves one palm around your cheeks, moving closer, his facial expression not showing much but he slants against you so close that your lips almost brush against each other, even though they ultimately didn't.

"for what matter?" he asks, and his question seemed genuine, almost as if he was only waiting to receive an answer and write it down somewhere, so he can further study human emotions and perhaps even copy some samples and integrate them in his life, to appear more normal, like he was a mortal being with functioning feelings.

"no reason at all." you bite back a whimper when his grip on you suddenly tightens a little, but then ultimately softens again, pushing himself off your body before resting his weight on his knees, keeping himself slotted in between your quivering thighs— the outlines of his growing erection were obviously drawn on his pants, his chest exposed with his shirt lazily dangling around his shoulders, his skin glimmering golden with no ounce of imperfections in sight.

"i must decline," the man coughs out into his fist, and you can feel the growing awkwardness inside of your chest but also the increase of irritation as to why he was removing himself all of a sudden. for whatever reason, you brace yourself again to ask him, instantaneously covering your naked chest before propping yourself up by your elbows and tilted your head to the side.

"why?"

"—that would give off the assumption, based on books I've read," he stammers, but quickly recollects himself, "that we are harboring some kind of romantic feelings for each other, which, is not the case."

—at least from my side."

your heart sinks into your chest at the realization of what his words truly meant— wow, who would’ve thought? even after all the countless situations you had aided him in his research, have even given him your body to continue his work and sometimes looked after him when he would forget to do so himself— only to be met with the bitterly cold, numbing feeling which was referred to as reality that the man in front of you, albedo, the chief alchemist, had no single sense of human emotions inside his body, besides the ones he acted out spontaneously, almost too perfectly, to make himself fit in.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[takami-takami]

Mean To Me.

kinktober day 3: exhibitionism

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— afab!reader. fem titles and clothing. subby hawks. brat taming. mistress title. edging. bullying, so mean to him. masturbation. masochism. light dacryphilia.

Hawks is a slut for doms, you heard it here first!

Even through his misbehavior, there is a written pattern in his actions that you’ve come to observe: Keigo is quite well-trained.

One word of your command, and he'll reduce himself to groping his own chest for your entertainment. He'll throw his head back at the pinpricks of pleasure that plague every inch, scorching his skin with an unbearable ache as he pinches and prods under your dutiful eye. 

Some questions remain unanswered, however. For instance, it would be impossible to answer whether the whine in his voice comes from the way he's teasing the sensitive, reddened peaks, or from how his blood boils at the thought of being watched by you. 

Perpetual surveillance makes for a well-behaved boy; and every move of his is monitored by you across the room, scantily clad in his favorite black lingerie set and lounging across the loveseat parallel to his bed.

"I need it," Keigo rasps, squirming against the sheets. Thick, lubed digits squelch with each movement as the poor thing attempts to fingerfuck himself with even a fraction of the prowess of your poisonous touch. 

To your delight, the recreation is quite sad, actually. It makes for a delicious little struggle.

"Please. Need it so fucking bad—" 

"Language," you correct, letting one leg sway lazily over an armrest.

"That's not even a rule," he wails, throwing his head back with the beginnings of a tantrum. 

"It is now," you say, sauntering over just to twirl a strand of hair in spirals around your fingertip. It's almost pathetic how easily he arches into your touch when you look down on him like this, admiring up close his fucked-out pout and hazy eyes.

"And lose the attitude." You fist the roots, yanking it straight back to force him to look you in the eye.

"Sorry," he squeaks.

"You do like it when I bully you, don't you," you ask. Though you both know it hardly counts as a question, such humiliating inquiries reinforce a power dynamic, a reversal of the roles evident with every ounce of filth that pours from your lips to trickle down his spine. 

"You're so mean to me," Keigo whines, a hitched whimper swallowed before the sound can mingle with the tension that crackles thick in the air. 

It's a compliment as much as it is a complaint. 

That same hand that played with his chest releases it suddenly, darting down between those trembling thighs to grip the heat between. It would be a crime to listen to that merciless lilt in your prosody— all venom, matriarchy, and lust— without touching himself to the sound of it. 

It's simply an indulgence of his voice kink, nothing more.

Keigo squeezes himself, speeding up his grip on his dick every uptick while he holds your gaze, mouth agape. With his neck still strained, those puppydog eyes remain trained reservedly on yours. 

He can't help but touch himself when you look down on him like this. It's not his fault, he thinks, that his hand begs to crawl down every time you speak; because all he can visualize with his last remnants of a thought is you, hissing those same words as you bounce atop his lap.

Him, bound and perhaps gagged to be used like a toy. You, entirely free to do whatever the fuck you want to him.

"But I do. I love it. It's so hot," he says over the slick sounds between his thighs. "Fuck, baby. It's so hot." 

"Of course you like it. Fuckin' masochist," you spit, and Keigo swears his blood sings.

Satisfied with his predictable decision to trade dignity for obedience yet again, you release your grip on his roots and allow his head to fall forward with a whimper once more. A jingle rings in your ears, the clicked collar around his neck clinking with the movement. 

Head hanging, chest heaving, and cock swollen; tip swelling a blushing, scarlet red with pre leaking from the slit at each agonizing edge he endures— this is the man Keigo has begged to be reduced to.

Through the strands of hair that dust over his eyes, one golden eye peeks open and watches your heels clack leisurely against the floor on your way back to your seat. 

"Aww you want it that bad? You're not above begging for my strap, are you?" 

You plop down once more against your throne, crossing your legs and beginning to tap a single nail against the armrest.

It's a contemplative action and it sends trembling waves of fearful arousal through each singing nerve in Keigo's body, down his twitching cock and heaving core. It taps unbearably loud over his open, agonized sobs of agreement; like he genuinely believes he'll get a little bit of pussy if he acts pathetic enough. 

How ironic. That only makes him more pathetic in your eyes.

"Mm… Yeah, baby. 'M not. Please give it to me." He blinks back the tears, looking up at you with the most pitiful eyes as he can manage. Mercy is a treat earned, after all, and his hopes all happily rise to his throat in the form of a trill when he sees your pleased squint of approval. 

Shifting, he squirms in anticipation. The next chapter of this little game is imminent, and he must mentally prepare for the sweet release he is certain will be awarded to him.

In his mind's eye, Keigo sees himself clearly, caged beneath your thighs. He feels the phantom squeeze around his cock, milking and wringing the flesh of it with each stroke as you take him. Letting his eyes flutter closed, he can taste the heat of your insides, can feel the licks of desire like whips along his body as he waits patiently to empty his balls. They'll be painfully swollen from the strokes against his prostate you will treat him to beforehand— inevitably, just like you always do. 

Keigo lets loose a sigh of contentment, shifting his hips as he waits for his reward. 

You can hardly hold back a laugh when the idea occurs to you. 

"Ruin it for me." 

"What?" His voice cracks. 

"You heard me. I know you're not that dumb, sweets," you deadpan, ignoring the adorably perplexed furrow that begins to line his brow. 

His lips are parted, opening and shutting in disbelief. You almost want to gag them open wider. 

The reality of your words hasn't settled in quite yet, hasn't demolished the poor thing's hopes and dreams thoroughly enough for your liking.

"Even a fucked out little mind like yours can comprehend, oh," you count on your fingers for effect, his blown pupils following each movement. "Four measly little words. I'll say it again though, because it's fun to watch the way you cry about it: ruin it for me." 

"B-Baby, wait," he panics, blood draining from his face and surging downstream. When speaking with his hands to display any last shreds of authority, Keigo only succeeds in showcasing the way they tremble to your gleeful eyes. 

"Wait, w-wait," he begins to bargain. "We can talk about this, you don't gotta—" 

"Nope," you refuse. One glance at the twitching cock that oozes pre from the slit with every mean word, one look at the way his eyes go hazy with powerlessness, and you can ascertain two facts: the safeword is nowhere near his lips, and he loves this.

"You'll ruin it for me, won't you? Stop right as you go over the edge. Make it up to me for being bad."

Keigo huffs a pout. It’s a fit he pitches. 

Cute.

"You're f—" he catches himself. "You're cruel when you get like this."

Your eyebrows raise in mock surprise, uncrossing your legs and leaning your weight forward. You roll your eyes at Keigo's predictable gulp that follows, as he makes no effort to conceal his stare between those thighs that he'd much rather have like muffs around his ears. The thought creeps up and plagues his mind, a malady of memories of the times he spent hours lapping his fill with a blur of motion against his own neglected cock.

The swallow that results is audible.

"I thought you liked me being mean to you?" 

A hand makes its way to conceal his mouth when he looks away, neck scorching with heat. 

There is an agonizing dichotomy in the pleasure and fear he feels when he begins to touch himself again. Those watery eyes quickly roll back into his head.

Beating his dick to the tune of his anticipatory sobs of denial, he knows it feels incredible. He can feel it building, crackling pleasure against his cock as he rubs it with each loud, wet stroke. Chest heaving with each twist of his wrist, up and down, wings flapping madly like a dog's wagging tail— it all feels too fucking good; but Keigo knows, logically, that this would-be orgasm is going to fizzle into the most dissapointing faux release he's ever had the displeasure of experiencing. 

He can pretend it doesn't hurt, he tells himself. Judging by the sparks of pleasure wracking his body now, the orgasm he's about to give up would have been one of the strongest he's ever had.

Pity.

When he "cums," it's to the backdrop of his tortured sobs. 

All he gets is a phantom throb and a river of cum that leaks pathetically when he tears his hands away at the last second.

Frantic with denial and tormented by a painful ruin, Keigo's hands reach out and grip the air before those claws sink angrily into the sheets and clench. Breaths escape his bitten lips in hot puffs, eyes bleary with water when they stare in utter helplessness at his equally weeping cock. 

All he can do, all he's permitted to do is twitch like the poor, untouched cock that empties itself against his stomach with each pleasureless pulse.

"Tell me," you interrupt. "Do boys like you deserve to cum?"

He furiously shakes his head from side to side, hitching high-pitched hiccups from the back of his throat. It's with a sob and a bitten lip that he sinks further in his slouch, nearly stomping his foot like a tantrum. Another jingle of his collar rings out with the motion.

"You're lucky you're even getting this," you goad, just to rub some salt in it. "Do you deserve it, baby?"

"Yes, mistress," Keigo mumbles the response automatically, fuzzy until your expectant glare pops his budding bubble of bliss. "I-I mean, no, I don't— thank you, mistress."

You hum. "Felt good, huh?"

Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, Keigo hiccups when he nods.

It's only half a lie.

Physically, it was excruciating; but mentally, he'll be replaying this memory with a bottle of lubricant and his fist tight for weeks to come, desperate to keep the image fresh in his mind.

"What an adorable little ruin. Much too good for my sweet, sweet boy," you purse your lips when you tease, tapping Keigo's cock with the tip of your heeled boots and watching him flinch.

"You know what, Kei'? I think I'll have you give me another."

[braidlottie]

lottie matthews masterlist ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

i never write for teen lottie. anything with * is nsfw content.

# FICS !!

✮ spare the rod, spoil the child - lottie gives you a treatment for you to do around the compound but you refuse, causing her to come up with a “treatment” of her own.

✮ losing your wisdom - lottie cares for you after getting your wisdom teeth taken out.

✮ and i used to believe, no you could love me like i do - you and lottie have dinner with your estranged mother (and it doesn’t end every well.)

✮ bratty little boy !!* - lottie and shauna punish you for purposely having your phone on silent, missing tons of messages from them.

✮ snow angel - your girlfriends surprise with a ski trip to the mountains this year.

✮ nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby - lottie comforts you after a nightmare.

✮ it’s classical, anyway* - lottie takes you to buy your first sex toy.

✮ ribbons and bows* (kinkmas) | adult!lottienat x afab!reader - a couple days before christmas, your partners let you open one of your presents early. the present was not what you expected.

✮ forever is the sweetest con - your car breaks down on the side of the road, but luckily two friendly cowgirls help you out and give you a place to stay for the night.

✮ give me a call if you ever get desperate* - after a long day at the compound, lottie gives you a call to relieve some of her stress.

✮ playmate of the year* - lottie and shauna take an interest in you after some of your videos get popular, and they want you to be the star of their next film.

✮ copycat* - after your english professor catches you plagiarizing on your latest essay, she gives you a punishment you'll never forget.

✮ “mother” knows best* - after getting comforted by your stepmother, she thinks of a way to get rid of your stress.

# SERIES !!

✮ wrapped around your finger - your mother's old friend from high school visits your house one day, instantly taking a liking to you. you're so young and it felt so wrong, but kissing her felt so right.

# BLURBS !!

✮ comfort after crying

✮ begging lottie to eat u out*

✮ thigh riding*

✮ soft!mommy!lottie + strap-on*

✮ falling asleep in her lap

✮ milf!lottie x babysitter!reader*

✮ coming out

✮ parallel play

✮ kidnapper!lottie

✮ perv!mommy!lottie*

✮ mommy kink !! (kinktober)*

✮ eye contact*

✮ t4t*

✮ mommy!lottie + spit play*

✮ mommy!lottie edging/overstimming you*

✮ soft!mommy!lottie x needy!transmasc!reader*

✮ sugar mommy!lottie + aerophobia

✮ mommy!lottie + anal play

# HEADCANONS !!

✮ lottieshauna taking care of you while you're sick

✮ mommy!lottie*

✮ adult!lottie x transmasc/ftm!reader

✮ adult!lottie x twitch streamer s/o

✮ lottie taking care of transmasc!reader after top surgery

✮ sugar mommy!lottie*

✮ lottieshauna abc's! (sfw)

✮ adult!lottie x rockstar!reader

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for the kinktober event, I hope you like it!

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x wife!reader imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading and @topguncortez for the gorgeous header!

Kinktober day 15: role playing

Warnings: role playing (reader pretends to be his instructor), 18+

Jake loved to be in charge of you, especially when his rank in the Navy was mentioned.

While that was the case you and Jake had talked about switching up your sex life a little, and Jake had come up with a request for it.

His idea was role play, and to switch it up even more he wanted you to take charge, suggesting that you could pretend to be his instructor.

It received a chuckle from you at first but you loved the idea, so you decided to try it out.

Jake came from work one day and you decided to surprise him with what you had talked about, wearing an outfit that screamed authority.

When Jake entered the living room you turned to face him, pulling at the end of your blazer to straighten it.

“Welcome home, Lieutenant. As punctual as usual,” you said, your voice a hint more authoritative than usual.

Jake’s eyes widened for a second before he stood up straight, his feet standing close and parallel, in best Navy fashion.

“Ma’am,” he said with a nod of his head, and you had to bite your lip to not either laugh out loud or give into the weakness in your knees at his reply.

You decided to fake confidence and put on your best arrogant smile, the fact that you saw it daily on your husband only helping you.

“You know your way around the cockpit, it’s time that you learn about something much more important,” you stated boldly, knowing just how important flying was to him and wanting to tease him.

“The female body,” you continued, and you watched Jake’s brows furrow as you watched him fight himself.

“I think I’m…”, he began but you cut him off, your face falling into an indignant blank mask.

“Watch your tone when you speak to me, Lieutenant,” you spoke quickly and harshly, silencing him immediately and his eyes widened in surprise and arousal.

He was silent as he kept watching you, his eyes rushing over your body in newfound hunger.

“I believe it’s important to give your curriculum a new branch, which I will happily take upon myself to do,” you went on, taking your time as you walked towards him and circled him, letting one of your hands run over his shoulders.

You stopped behind his back and leaned up to speak into his ear, your lips brushing the shell of it tauntingly.

“To the bedroom, Lieutenant,” you whispered and he hurried there, while you took your time.

You went to the kitchen first to take another sip of your drink before you followed him, standing at attention beside the bed and facing you in proper military fashion.

You had to suppress a smile as you approached him, looking him up and down before you said anything.

When you sat down on the bed his eyes followed you and you spread your legs just enough so he could know what you wanted.

“I believe since you spoke up in protest a few minutes ago you know what to do?” You asked sarcastically, but Jake immediately and wordlessly dropped to his knees in front of you.

You chuckled at his eagerness and the dire need in his eyes.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” You added, and Jake looked up at you with hooded eyes, not a single objection on his lips as he licked them nervously.

“Get to it, then, baby,” you ordered, half breaking character because you wanted to show him how loved he was.

His eyes bore into yours as if for assurance but afterwards he lowered his head, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your knee and up towards your core.

He hadn’t even pulled off your panties yet, which you criticized immediately.

“Don’t grow shy on me, do what you said you know well, Lieutenant,” you ordered.

He sent you a slightly worked up glance but after that he hurried to pull your panties off, almost ripping them in the process.

If you were honest, you were as eager as him, but you managed to keep your façade up better than him.

Jake leaned down and kissed the inside of your thigh once more before he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed.

He connected his lips with your core and you had to bite your lip not to moan out loud, not having anticipated the immediate assault.

Jake ran his tongue up and down your folds, swirling it around your clit as well and making your legs shake around him.

When Jake noticed he hooked your legs over his shoulders and you locked your legs around him, caging his head in with your quivering thighs.

He focused his attention on your clit while he used a finger to run over your lips before he pushed two of them inside, searching for the spot he knew you were most sensitive.

When he angled his fingers a certain way you let out a desperate moan, and he knew where you wanted it.

The combined charge on your clit and g-spot had you cum in seconds, and you entirely forgot about your role as you moaned loudly and repeatedly.

Jake moaned too and you felt it vibrate through you, elongating your orgasm.

You didn’t even realize that you fell back onto the covers before you opened your eyes again, finding a cocky Jake grinning down at you from between your thighs.

“How about I return the favor and teach you a thing or two, ma’am,” he winked, and the heat in your cheeks only grew more intense.

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[iznsfw]

IZ*ONE Masterlist

Parallel Universe - anniversary fic SFW

Home for Christmas SFW

Kwon Eunbi

Oneiric Theater: The Oneiric Thief NSFW

Oneiric Theater: Film Shooting NSFW

What Comes After: Isles of the Blest NSFW

Midnight Moans - debut fic NSFW

Fair Share x Hyewon NSFW

Boyfriend of the Year NSFW

Competition x Hyewon NSFW

Technique NSFW

No Rest for The Wicked - ? SFW

Breeding NSFW

It Lives In The Woods NSFW

K-Pop Girl Gets Absolute Fucked By Big Black Cock: WATCH HERE! NSFW

Mission Accomplished NSFW

Remedy NSFW

Birthday Blues NSFW

The Debonair's Game x Hyewon, Sakura (F/F) NSFW

IZ Days of Christmas: [KWON-0927] "P-please be gentle!" Busty School Tutor Whimpers Cutely As You Go Down On Her Curvy Figure After A Rough Revising And Has Her Sensitive Nipples Played With! Never Gonna Fail An Exam Again! NSFW

i'm looking right at the other half of me - angst, fluff SFW

Kang Hyewon

Fair Share x Eunbi NSFW

Competition x Eunbi NSFW

Halloween Chainmail NSFW

First Aid NSFW

아름다운 색 NSFW

Don't Run With Scissors x Noze (F/F) NSFW

Do Not Disturb NSFW

The Debonair's Game with Sakura, x Eunbi (F/F) NSFW

IZ Days of Christmas: Mon Chef-D'oeuvre NSFW

Choi Yena

Neko Ni Naritai

Duplicate with & x Yuri NSFW

Empty Stomach NSFW

Bias Wrecker with & x Chaewon, Yuri NSFW

Vacay Getaway NSFW

IZ Days of Christmas: The Last Day NSFW

Lee Chaeyeon

Private Video NSFW

this is how an angel cums.mov NSFW

IZ Days of Christmas: Spectacles NSFW

Kim Minju

Express Moon x Chaewon (F/F) NSFW

Sex Education NSFW

Stress Relief NSFW

Long Ride Home NSFW

Academic Break NSFW

Water Under The Bridge NSFW

The Night Settles In NSFW

#BreedMinju NSFW

No Upper Hand - fluff SFW

IZ Days of Christmas: just how much are you willing to give for a dream that big? NSFW

Yabuki Nako

IZ Days of Christmas: Slumber Party Games: 18+ Edition with & x Hitomi NSFW

Honda Hitomi

IZ Days of Christmas: Slumber Party Games: 18+ Edition with & x Nako NSFW

Jo Yuri

Red Dress NSFW

Clever Getaways NSFW

Duplicate with & x Yena NSFW

Bias Wrecker with & x Chaewon, Yena NSFW

Kinktober 2022: Circumstance NSFW

Ruinable NSFW

[deadbatzz]

OH also (putting this in a separate ask bc it's only kinda related)

Tbh I wish there were more ship fics that weren't smut in general on SM AO3. I feel like it's rare, especially outside of Candybats given the other ships have far smaller sizes

Like I don't want to read about them boning, I want to read about them relaxing on the couch together, going on a silly date or suffering through The Horrors together

oh god YEAH.

as much as i love the sm fandom i think the fic side hyperfocuses on characters boning. the amount of times ive only seen a ship tagged for like. kinktober is fucking insane. (LOOKS AT RATCANDY MISERABLY)

i want fics where people are just being a couple and hanging out. or hell I WANT THEM TO EXPERIENCE HORRORS TOO!!!

tbh the only real good like ship fic ive read recently is this one about streber x dexter and its about parallel play.

[clairegregoryau]

First line meme

post the first line from the last 10 fics you posted (and are there any patterns?) - I got tagged by the lovely @spirker! Thank you for thinking of me ❤️

(I cheated a little bit. If the first sentence was five words or less, I grabbed the whole first physical line, through to the end of the second sentence).

~

Wants To Be Caught (rated E, modern AU, Love Beyond Borders Olympic diving series)

Ed’s got that look on his face when Stede walks into the aquatic centre office—the one that makes him raise his brow immediately.

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Handle With Care (rated E, modern AU, sex toy mishap x mailman)

Stede’s had a hard month. It’s been a hard year, honestly, ever since that whole you think our lives are monotonous? argument with Mary had bloomed and burst into a million stinging shards of yes and don’t you? and is this all there is? Seriously?

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'Til We See the Sunlight (rated E, modern AU, collab with @ghostalservice and @mossgroves, Olympic figure skating AU (we're aiming to get the last chapter of this one to you all soon!)

The text pops up on Ed’s phone as he’s walking by the river, trying to kick some feeling into his bad knee that isn’t just fuck that hurts.

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Parallel Placement (rated E, modern AU, Love Beyond Borders Olympic diving series- first line of the last chapter since it was a long-running fic)

Finally, finally, the last of these seemingly endless days rush past, and all at once it goes from a mind-numbing wait to fucking panic stations.

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Naughty Office Guy (rated E, modern AU, Ed gets caught out by IT guy Stede watching spicy videos at work...)

Mondays suck, all right? It’s just a fact, and everyone in Ed’s office has different ways of dealing with it.

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The Treasure Trove (rated E, modern AU, reality TV AU)

Ed Teach is a man of good taste and professional cultural brilliance.

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These Golden Days (rated E, historical AU, WWII/ London Blitz-set- mind the tags and notes!)

Ed Teach stands at the edge of the Underground platform, freshly shined boots lined up all neat, staring down at the gleaming rails.

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Tree Change (rated E, modern AU, ecological mystery x FWB x Kinktober-inspired- by complicated deduction process I decided to post the last line of the second-last chapter, since it was a long-running fic and the last chapter's one is a little spoilery :P)

Ed knows there’s something wrong before his eyes are even open.

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Rinse and Repeat (rated E, modern AU, Grindr buddies with Cinderella vibes)

“Yes,” Stede moans, perched on Ed’s lap, that broad freckled back of his shining with sweat, Ed’s fingers tangled in his curls. “Oh god, yes, right there—”

~

Shadow and Shine (rated E, magical/fantasy canon-alternative AU)

Ed wakes up with solid ground under his back for the first time in years.

~

(There are definitely patterns and I will continue to ignore them all and write the same five kinds of opening lines to many very different fics 😂)

I never know who to tag for these so throwing it wide open to anyone who'd like to play ❤️

[againstacecilia]

Kinktober - Day 4

Welcome to this week's combo of Blurb Tuesday and Kinktober! Using the prompt list from @the-purity-pen, today's prompt is breath play // missionary. 😈

Warnings: as mentioned, breath play is a big part of this blurb! If you're going to participate in this sort of activity, please do your research and find out how to do it safely and with the consent of everyone involved. Oral (f receiving), established sexual relationship, unprotected sex (remember that safety and consent thing above? applies here too), praise kink thrown in there, fem reader, aaaand I think that's it? As always, pretty un-edited lol.

It was always so easy with Poe.

The way his eyes met yours across a crowded room and you knew exactly what he was trying to communicate. The small nod of his head towards the door before he excused himself from the cluster of people that always seemed to find him confirming your suspicions. Dropping your task and aiming toward the same door, you dodge between tables and out into the hallway. 

You get three steps in the direction of his room before a voice rumbles in your ear, “I couldn’t wait anymore.” His arms wrap around your torso, pinning yours to your side, and his mouth claims the soft skin of your neck. 

“Poe, people could see,” you breathe, knees buckling as he bites down. 

“True,” he smiles against your skin, “isn’t that part of the fun?”

You wiggle enough to turn around and latch your lips to his. Breaking the kiss for a heartbeat, you say, “We haven’t even started having fun yet, Dameron. Get me to your room.”

“Bossy… I like it.” His playboy grin is the last thing you see before he dips down and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you down the hall. 

“Poe!” you hiss, pushing yourself parallel to the ground against his back, “What the hell?”

“Come on, what’s not fun about this?” He laughs, his long strides carrying you down a twist of hallways and stopping in front of his door. Pressing buttons, the door glides open and he steps in, closing and locking the door behind him. You feel the world tip as he dumps you on his bed.

“Oof. Romantic, flyboy,” you tease as you prop yourself up on your elbows, eyeing him up and down. Under your gaze, he slowly removes his boots and belt, his scarf and shirt falling on the bed next to you. “Come here,” you growl, leaning up and hooking fingers into his belt loops. He doesn’t resist your pull and drops onto the bed over you. 

Full lips crash into yours and steal the breath from your lungs. Your hands tangle in his messy curls and tug, eliciting a delicious moan that tickles your lips. The smell of engine oil and evergreen mint take over your senses as he surrounds you in every way possible. 

Sending his hands down to your waistband, a quick motion is all it takes to get your pants down to your thighs. A growl rips up from his chest as he notes, “No underwear? Dirty girl…”

You laugh breathily, “You aren’t as subtle as you think, you’ve been giving me the eyes for days.”

Poe silences your laugh with a finger plunged deep into your heated cunt, locking eyes with you and smiling wickedly at your sharp intake of breath. “You’re right, subtly was never my strong suit.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Poe,” you whine, hips bucking desperately and head dropping back between your shoulders. 

“Yes ma’am.” He obeys your command partially, adding a second finger and thrusting them in and out rhythmically. He stretches you out while adding a circling thumb to your clit. Fire burns in your veins at his touch. “Actually… I have an idea.”

You nearly cry when he removes his fingers from you. Lifting your head, you see him picking up his scarf and folding it into a long rectangle. “What’s this idea?”

“Do you trust me?” He asks, movements stilling as his gaze holds yours. 

You nod, “Of course I do.”

“I want to try something,” he drapes the cloth over your nose and mouth. “I’ll be able to remove this in a second, just tap me somewhere twice when you want it gone. Is this okay?”

A thrill shoots through you at his suggestion and you smile under his scarf, “Yes. Stars yes, Poe, let’s do this.”

A gentle hand brushes hair from your eyes and he places a kiss to your forehead before looping the fabric behind your head and tying it securely to the side of your jaw. Wholly covering your nose and mouth, only a fraction of the air you’d usually draw from a breath gets through. Your heart begins beating faster, your eyes widening in surprise. 

“You okay, sweet girl?” Poe asks, hand whipping to the scarf to remove it. You reach up and hold his wrist, nodding and winking at him. You guide his hand back down to your pants. 

Taking your signal, he pulls your shoes and pants off with blinding speed before settling on his knees on the ground between your legs. Like a man starved, his mouth is suddenly devouring you, his hands gripping the soft flesh of your hips and ass. For a handful of heartbeats his tongue dances and laves over your pussy, your moans lost in the black and grey fabric over your mouth. 

The world begins to shimmer in time with the climax building at the base of your spine. You pull at his hair and he follows the tug. His hands leave your body long enough to open and drop his pants and he kicks them off before ripping open your shirt, ruining the garment. His mouth drops to your breasts, alternating between the two with his hand massaging and gripping the opposite. Pulling away, he looks into your eyes. “Still with me?”

Forever, you think, but with the cover keeping your responses nonverbal you just nod, reaching up to skate your fingers over his chest, nails digging into his skin. He shifts your body further onto the bed and climbs over you, your legs parting easily for him. Hands planted on either side of your head, he shifts his hips back before slowly gliding himself up and deep into you. Your eyes roll back into your head at the stretch and you grasp at his shoulders. 

In and out, he builds a pace that would send you panting under regular circumstances. Given the situation, the breaths you try to pull only give you a modicum of relief and your head starts to buzz pleasantly. Poe’s forehad comes to rest on yours, praise falling from his lips as he ruts deeper and deeper into you. 

“You’re incredible. So good for me. So, uhn, so perfectly tight around my cock.” He pants, sweat dripping down his face. “Such a good girl.”

A fuzz around your vision joins the buzz in your head, signaling a deeper need for air. You tap his back twice and his forehead leaves you at the same time his hand rips the scarf from over your nose and mouth. You gasp in the crisp air, head lightening and a strange high enveloping your body. “Fuck, Poe, I’m there…”

Two swift thrusts of his hips has you crashing into waves of shimmering pleasure. Combined with the tingling of sudden oxygen filling your lungs you tumble faster and higher through your release than ever before. Your nails rake across his shoulders and you grab the swell of his ass, holding him to you as he cries out in his own orgasm, bodies still but trembling against each other. After both of you finish riding out the final jolts, electricity crackling from your veins, his shaking arms finally buckle and he collapses on top of you.

“That was,” you pant, “such a good idea.”

He laughs, rolling off of you and sitting up, pulling you into his lap. You curl into his arms as his strong hands massage up and down your spine. “I’m glad you liked it. I certainly enjoyed it.” 

Your laugh joins his, the sounds twisting and dancing in the dim room. 

He leans back a bit and looks down, bringing his other hand to tip your face up to his, “Are you alright?”

Your lips easily find his for a kiss. “Yes, I’m wonderful.”

“Yes you are,” he kisses your forehead and rests his cheek against your hair, “my wonderful girl.”

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[midnight-talescape]

So like Kinktober is coming up…

Prompt here ^ i think

I will be try doing it relatively consistently no promises

And like last year it was like a different character each day, this year is probably gonna be mostly Miguel.

Im a little into hot buff angsty red flag dilf right now *sip tea

But like feel free to give suggestions for who you want on what day and i will see what i can do, currently Miguel is the default right after skipping

I might do a few thats are just prompt like too, something like parallel universe you fuck you to oblivion or something.

If you’re reading this (and you know who you are) fuck you and i will win the competition, vore is so much worst

Idea so far down below

1. Macro/Micro - God? Probably Arceus and no i dont have problem

2. Titfucking - not gonna lie probably gonna skip since i have nothing here

3. Bootworship | Bukkake | Hate Sex - arch nemesis? Miguel?

4. Teratophilia - mmmm monster

5. Collaring - TOJI MIND GOING FERAL

6. Dubcon | Frottage | Chastity -

7. Virginity | Waxplay | Stuck in Wall -

8. Breeding | Master & Slave - T-toji?!?!

9. Glory Hole | Lactation | Stripping -

10. Fucking Machine | Praise Kink -

11. Petplay | Humiliation | Sensory Deprivation -

12. Somnophilia -

13. Size Difference | Heartbeat -

14. Orgasm Denial | Cloning & Selfcest - Parallel universe self?

15. Noncon | Temperature Play -

16. Double Penetration in One Hole | Gags -

17. Threesome or moresome | Fisting -

18.Spanking -

19. Uniform | Exhibitionish & Voyeurism - miguel?

20. Mind Control | Foodplay -

21. Panties & Lingerie | Tentacles - ben or genderbend ursula?

22. Intercrural Sex | Bondage -

23. Deepthroating & Facesitting - sukuna???

24. Sex Toys | Oviposition -

25. Edgeplay - joker???

26. Masturbation | Overstimulation - miguel?

27. Double Penetration in Two Holes | S&M - geto and gojo?

28. Daddy | Body Worship | Cockbulge -

29. Incest | Breathplay - Batman

30. Overstimulation -

31. Combination of any of the above, or free day -

[pumpkin-stars]

Focus

FO!Poe Dameron/Fem!Reader

Kinktober Day 19: Glove Kink & Impact Play

Word Count: 664

Warnings/Content: Dom!Poe, Power imbalance, pre-negotiated acts, mentions of slight exhibitionism.

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They fit him perfectly. You knew they would. The ship’s tailor isn’t one to mess up sizing, even if troopers are all given the one-size-fits-all off-duty slacks. Even though the tailor didn’t have his exact hand measurements… until you’d provided them. From memory.

But the gloves… black leather, expensive, a gift for finally getting that promotion to General… they fit his hands so well… make it even harder than usual to keep your eyes off them, even harder to focus on what he says to you rather than the way he moves so enthusiastically, so unlike any other General you’ve worked with… almost uncontrolled in his motions, betraying his undesirable traits to any who look too close. Not that anyone would dare to criticise the best pilot in the Order.

They’re like a second skin, protecting him from the cool sterile air that somehow rushes through the ship despite the lack of wind, and when he balls his fists to emphasise his points… and you’re close enough to hear the leather creak with the curling of his fingers, the stretch of it over his knuckles…

It’s no surprise that you’re ordered to remain behind due to a lack of focus. Told to stay standing as General Dameron decides whether you need to go to reconditioning or not.

Your eyes meet his when his thumb tilts your chin upward, breath catching in your throat at the feel of how soft they are.

“Come with me.” He orders, and turns sharply on his heel, not waiting to see if you follow. Of course you follow.

All the way to his quarters.

“Bend over the desk.”

No pussyfooting around, as if he ever would.

You move quickly, setting your hands on the dark metallic surface, eyeing the documents littered across it.

“Bend.” A warm hand presses against your spine, between your shoulder blades, forcing you forward and not letting up until you’re parallel to the desk, legs at ninety degrees. “Good.” He hums, “I knew there was a reason you bought me these.”

“Yes, General.” You whisper.

“Highly inappropriate for someone of your station to be ogling a superior, especially one of my rank.”

“I’m sorry, Gen-“

His hand comes down hard against your clothed ass, cutting you off with the muffled slap. “I bet someone like you would prefer that on their bare skin.”

“Yes, General.”

He grins, those warm hands palming your ass cheeks briefly before he grabs the waistband of your standard issue uniform and tugs sharply, letting them pool at your ankles, your underwear quickly following the same path down your legs, leaving you exposed to him.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He smiles, those gloved fingers holding your ass before one hand moves… you can’t stop the whimper that breaks out when two of those fingers move through your folds and brush your clit lightly. He pulls away soon afterwards, “These were expensive, right?”

“Yes sir,” you nod.

“Shame.” He muses, “They’re going to stain.”

You whimper again.

“You’d like that though, wouldn’t you? Have me walking around my ship giving orders and pointing at troopers with your cum on my fingers?”

He leans over you, presses his hard cock against your bare cunt, “I’d like that too.”

“Fuck, Poe,” you whisper, “Don’t tease.”

He grins, kisses your cheek, “Can’t help myself, Captain Dameron, I lose my focus around you as much as you do around my gloves.”

You smile, and, pushing your luck, press yourself back against him.

“Stain my fucking pants too,” he groans, withdrawing from you. You can see a warped reflection in the base of lamp beside your head, so you have a moment of warning when those gloves touch you again. A hard spank, harsher than the other, the crack echoing through the small room as he watches your ass jiggle under the force of his hand, soothing over the sting as you gasp and moan.

“Can I fuck you?” He whispers, “Like this?”

“Yes, Poe. Please, General.”

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[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

Not Exactly a Masterlist

I'm way too lazy to create a functioning Masterlist the way they are intended to be made. However, I decided I would make a list of my works, grouped by Ship. I can assure you, they are all available on my AO3 and/or my FF.net, which both use my same pen name. Any questions, don't hesitate to hit my Asks! 🙂

- All my fics are ultimately MA/explicit! (Except for a few Drabbles), unless otherwise specified -

Bensler/EO

Silent Nights are Overrated (xmas fic, very fluffy)

Fractured Legacy (multi chapter post-ep that begins at "Lunacy," canon compliant)

Talisman (multi chapter casefile fic that is my original interpretation of how the EO reunion could have gone)

Blood Rush (post-ep/reimagining of how "Shadow" ended)

A Happy Accident (mid-ep for "Torch")

Concessions (post-ep for "Spooked")

Throwing Punches (mid-ep for "Fat")

An Equal and Opposite Reaction (post-ep for "Swing")

What These Boots Were Made For (mid-ep for "Shadow")

Into Wonderland (post-ep/reimagining for the end of "Lunacy")

Ask Me Anything (inspired by another fic) **WIP

Architecture (SVU x OC in response to the Parallel Universe scene)

Journey's Start: Season's Meetings (SVUxOC, Home for Christmas request)

Incendiary (snowed in with only a fireplace, Holiday Bingo 2023)

Rolivia

Diverge (multi chapter casefile fic)

Reclaimed (post-ep for "Forgiving Rollins")

Distorted Connections (Liv knows Amanda is sleeping with Amaro)

Temporary Insanity (post-ep for "Sunk Cost Fallacy") **includes Cabenson

Eight Days a Week, including:

- Volunteer Hours, Oh Captain My Captain, Million Dollar View, There Were Two in the Bed, First Aid, Bringing the Heat, Flashover, Sun Burn, Taste, Breaking and Entering, Timeless, Bubbly, Ticket to Ride, Of Tents and Tensions, Shoot Your Shot, Full, Vibing, Batteries Not Required, One Rolled Over, Between Looking and Seeing, In the Pink, No Vacancy, Deliquescence, Helter Swelter, Souvenir, Divine Altars, Pandora's Tickle Trunk, Cheer up Checkup, Amanda and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Birthday, T'was the Night Before Grinchmas, The Only Fool Riding, A Lack of Restraint, It's Greek to Me, Point/Counterpoint, Sweetest Tongue, Wildest Wolf, Split Hand Surrender, Some Advice, Unplanned Sequel, Pulling Rank

Not Once (Liv has never been with a woman)

After a Pause (post-ep for "Chasing Demons")

A Marry Christmas (Christmas proposal fluff and smut)

Cabenson

Flex (drabble)

By the Short Hairs (drabble)

Evocations (multi chapter, canon compliant relationship fic)**WIP

Coronation (smut)

Betting Against the Spread (smutty smut) **includes Bensler/Elliot Stabler

Deconstructing Venus (somnophilia smut)

Burning Bright (holiday smut)

Before the Stroke of Twelve (NYE smut) **includes shades of Bensler/Elliot Stabler

Buzzer Beater (Kinktober request, Almost Getting Caught)

Rolivia + Barson

The Plea Deal

The Scales (pegging)

Discipline (authority roleplay)

Internal Reprimand (caught in the Act)

Nice and Naughty (Barba plays Santa)

Barson

Winning Streak (femDom, pegging, CBT)

Double Entendre (Ugly Christmas Sweater Xmas Bingo request)

Benovak (Olivia x Casey)

Fast Pitch (outdoor sex)

Law & Order: Organized Crime Universe (Various)

Fucking Accusations (smut & angst, M/M Elliot x Reggie Bogdani)

Duality of (a) Woman (holiday fluff x The Bell family)

The Frosty Snow Men (holiday fluff & smut, M/M Elliot x Reggie Bogdani)

Goreames (Bobby Goren/Alex Eames)

Law and Order: Criminal Intent

Forever & No Time at All (post-ep for Siren Call that also covers the events of Blind Spot, angst and smut)

Constant Craving (post-ep for Jones, oral sex)

current as of: 04.28.24

[wri0thesley]

Tight - Prosciutto x Fem! Reader (Kinktober Day #5: Corset)

NSFW. 18+ ONLY. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. Breathplay via a corset and tight-lacing. 4.5k. 

Prosciutto likes the classics. You surprise him one evening by going classic-style. 

Your boyfriend is the kind of man who likes the classic things in life. The furniture in his apartment is antique (some of it, you gather, is heirloom furniture from a family that considers buying declasse - Prosciutto tells you, with a curl in his lip, that his parents think that it’s a horrible shame if a person doesn’t have furniture they stand to inherit). His drinks cupboard is well-stocked with old scotch and cognac and whiskeys, all of which he can tell you the full pedigree of - he drinks those, too, from cut glass in all shapes and sizes that he also inherited. His clothes are impeccably cut, carefully pressed - he has a tailor who calls out to him by name and greets him with a smile. 

His cigarettes are expensive. He has a gramophone that sits in the corner of the living room, that he asks you often to put an old record in and simply closes his eyes, beckoning you to come sit on his lap. You teasingly call him ‘old man’, and tug at the ascot about his neck and he smiles a lazy, crooked smile at you that sends butterflies careening into each other in the pit of your stomach. 

“Perhaps,” he says, that smile on his face. “But with all of this around me, and you by my side . . . can you blame me for wanting to enjoy it, amore?”

You can’t. You also can’t fault him for wanting to unwind at home - though you are not privy to what goes on whilst he’s at work (“For your own good, innamorata,” he sighs, kissing your forehead, as you pointedly do not stare at a bloodstain on his lapel), you know that Prosciutto is tangled in shady business, as were the family he inherited so many expensive antiques from. It runs in his blood, you think - and you see that in him, sometimes, when someone cuts in front of him in a line or drives recklessly or hits on you when he’s beside you. You see how his icy blue eyes harden and his jaw sets, his face frighteningly severe - and every time, you press yourself closer against him, grounding him, and he softens. He tries to leave his ice at work - for you, he’s all fire. 

You live a domestic life, together - as domestic as a life can be with someone like him. You take turns cooking dinner and doing the housework - you good-naturedly argue about where the best restaurant in town is (Prosciutto’s presence is always enough to get you a good table). You budget together, continuously surprised by how good he is at finding deals and bargains for a man with such excessive and expensive taste. You sit beside him on your slightly threadbare sofa - it needs to be taken to an upholsterer, but the last one hadn’t wanted to touch something made so long ago - and watch Prosciutto’s favourite old films together. 

It’s the films that give you the idea, really. 

Prosciutto’s eyes watch the women on screen with their perfectly coiffed hair and their neat dark lipstick, their waists impossibly small. He likes old-fashioned musicals in technicolour with swinging skirts and petticoats and neat blouses and cardigans - but he also likes gritty film noirs, femme fatales in lingerie and feather-trimmed robes, seamed stockings visible beneath skirts that cling tight to a perfect hourglass. You poke at him, teasing him for it - and he shrugs, unconcerned. 

“People knew how to dress then,” he tells you. He doesn’t say that he doesn’t like how you already dress - he knows what practicality is, after all. But it’s his eyes as he watches those silver screen sirens that really make you think that, just once, you’d like to surprise him. And it’s that thought which leads you to do a little covert shopping without him. 

-

You’re meticulous in your planning. You always are - it’s one of the things that Prosciutto loves about you. You plan. His life is so chaotic, that it’s pleasant for him to have one constant he can count on - and you are only too happy to be his. You make sure it’s on a day that he should be home from work fairly early (he does not tell you exactly what he does, of course, but you pick up from his questions and queries and vague remarks about what you’re having for dinner the nights that he won’t come home until dawn). You lay out everything you have on your shared bed, watch videos about things you don’t know how to put on, painstakingly check sizing and shade matching. You want everything to be absolutely perfect for Prosciutto. 

Your boyfriend has an eye for detail, and though you know he won’t actually complain if the hue of your underwear doesn’t match, you want him to see you as a perfectly finished full experience. 

You’re enjoying seeing it all laid out like this, too. 

It’s supposed to be Prosciutto’s turn to cook dinner - that’s one of the reasons that you’d known he’d definitely be coming home tonight. When Prosciutto cooks, you generally have your meals later in the evening - thankfully, his favourite dish takes time to prepare, and as you gently step out of your clothes and look at the outfit laid out on the bed, the oven is doing its merry work. 

You allow yourself to be slow putting it on, knowing that you have ample time - you’d needed ample time, as you battled into the garter belt and stockings. How did people do this every day, you wonder, as yet another one of the little buckles unclipped itself from the back of the thin nylon and you twisted your body into an unnatural position to fix it. 

Once it is properly on, you have another little fuss as you ensure that the back-seams of the stockings line up neatly. Prosciutto might not care, you think, but he’ll appreciate it even more if not a single hair is out of place. There. You do up the bra, the shape of it a little rounder than you’re used to - overwire seems to have been more popular, and the overall effect changes your figure dramatically. 

But not as dramatically as the last part of your underpinnings. You pick up the corset with trembling hands. The helpful young woman in the shop who had fitted it for you had shown you how to put it on, showing you which of the laces to pull to ensure that it tightened in the right place, how to pull them around to your front so that you could do your own lacing up. She’d told you how to always do up the busk in order, from bottom to top or top to bottom (never start with a middle catch) - she’d told you to make sure that the gap at the back ran perfectly parallel. 

You don’t feel like you manage to get it quite as tight as she did when she did up the garment for you, but as you tie the laces up and look at the full effect in the mirror, you still feel amazed by just how different you look. It’s not merely the newer, smaller waist you’re sporting - but also how it makes your hips seem more dramatic, the other curves of your body - how it straightens your spine, improving your posture, making you look prouder and more present. 

You can’t help but run your fingers over it, amazed at how different you both look and feel. You’d worried it would feel tight like a vice, like all of the uncomfortable corset stories you hear people mention when they talk about the Victorians (about displaced organs and fainting) - but, although it is tight against your skin, it’s not uncomfortable. It’s more like the feeling of being tightly held by a lover than it is your ribcage and organs being squeezed beyond repair. 

The dress you bought is black, because it seemed simpler and classier than choosing a hue that Prosciutto might not like as much - a simple v-neck with three quarter sleeves and a full skirt made of a light stretch fabric, that fitted you well when you’d tried it on without the underpinnings but looks even better with everything else. 

The makeup, carefully - red lipstick, winged eyeliner. The hair, brushed out, gently pinned into place. The small amount of jewellery - a rope of pearls that Prosciutto had given you. 

There. That’s everything. 

You almost don’t recognise yourself in the mirror this time - you feel . . . transformed. Like you’ve stepped right out of the scenes in one of the movies you and Prosciutto spend lazy evenings watching. You hope that he appreciates it - as you leave the bedroom, a little anxiety begins to make itself present low in your stomach that perhaps you have misread him entirely and he’ll hate it. But you have spent too long getting this surprise ready, now. There’s no time to grow nervous - you have to be like Prosciutto himself. Stern, exacting, determined in what you decide to do. 

Besides, if you take the corset off now, dinner will burn. 

-

Prosciutto swallows as he looks at you, the bob in his throat evident even below the ascot. His blue eyes take you in, crawling down the length of you as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. 

“Welcome home,” you say to him, a little breathless. “Dinner’s on the table.”

“Dinner’s right in front of me,” he says, his tone dark. You repress a shiver at the possessiveness in his tone - you needn’t have worried. It’s very obvious from the way he’s staring at you that he likes his surprise very much, and the hunger that he shows in just his expression and his voice already has you squirming to press your thighs together. “But if you really want me to eat the food first . . .”

You pout a little, for show. 

“I’ve spent all evening preparing for you,” you say, biting your lip. One of your hands comes up to play with the rope of pearls about your throat, Prosciutto watching you with all of the intensity of a hungry wolf watching a rabbit. “You’re not going to enjoy it and make me feel like a perfect little housewife?”

“You’re perfect for more than that, amore,” he says, but he still steps inside, peeling off his jacket and hanging it on one of the coat hooks. 

His eyes do not leave you for a moment as you dish up - as your hips wiggle, just a little, when you bend to pick things up and move them around. As you pour his drink for him. Prosciutto is never shy about how much he watches you, how much he wants you - but this is even more than that, and it makes you feel heady and breathless with need. And the fact is, too, that you feel incredibly desirable dressed like this for him, and you wonder if he sees your proud head and your squared shoulders and the confidence makes him want you more. 

The dinner is torture. The two of you are both clearly distracted - and although the food is cooked well enough (perhaps a little overdone, you think, admitting to yourself you spent quite a lot of time in front of the mirror just admiring the change in yourself), it is obvious that the both of you are hungry for other things. When you take the dishes away and leave them in the kitchen sink to soak, Prosciutto is behind you in moments, arms wrapping about your waist. 

“That can wait,” he breathes against the shell of your ear, and you feel your body clench and throb in desire for him. “I think right now, the bedroom is a more suitable place for you to be.”

You are hardly going to complain. You don’t complain, either, about how when his hands slide off you, he palms at your body, feeling the shape of you beneath the dress’ fabric. You are breathless ascending the stairs to the bedroom, and you do not think it is entirely because of the corset. 

He kisses you, hungrily, as the door to the bedroom closes behind you both - teeth digging into your bottom lip, uncaring of how it will mess your lipstick. His other hand comes to tangle in your hair, pulling out the carefully arranged pins - you’d been expecting that. Prosciutto loves making a mess of you. In return, you untie his ascot and toss it to one side, fingers running down his shirt to pull at the buttons. 

He growls against you, pressing you bodily against the door so that the handle bites into your spine. You gasp at the feel of him grasping the zip of your dress and tugging, and his full lips curl into a smile. 

“Step out of it, cara,” he says. “Let me look at you, after you got dressed up all pretty for me.”

You do. Shrugging out of the sleeves, you let the fabric pool around your feet, stepping out of it still in your neat heels. Prosciutto’s gaze lingers over the shape of you, drinking you in - throat bobbing once more at the corset and stockings and garter belt. 

“D-do you like it?” You ask him, a little shyly. He raises his eyebrows in surprise - he grabs hold of one of your hands and guides it to his crotch, pressing it against the expensive fabric - his cock presses hot and heavy there, practically pulsing beneath even the lightest graze of your skin. 

“I love it, tesoro,” he says. “You couldn’t guess?”

“I guess it’s nice to get some affirmation in words,” you say. Prosciutto smiles at you again, a smile that makes your knees feel like they are about to go from beneath you. 

“I could talk about you all day,” he tells you. “But first . . .” He crooks a finger, moving across the room until he’s stood by the mirror. “Come here.”

You follow him, standing in front as he directs. His hands come to rest on the curve of your hips, tracing the lines of your body, hot. They send trails of fire wherever he touches, even through the fabric of what you’re wearing. Your heart almost skips a beat at how they look on your waist - and he growls low at that, too. 

“You look very nice,” he breathes into the shell of your ear, sending gooseflesh all down your neck and shoulders. “But I think this could be laced a little tighter if you had some help, hmm?” Deft hands undo the knot, taking hold of the laces in either fist. “I’m sure it can’t be all that easy alone . . . but I might be able to assist.” 

He tugs slightly, and the corset constricts a little more. You breathe in, surprised - and Prosciutto chuckles. 

“I think,” he murmurs, “I’d like it on you if it were a little too tight.”

Prosciutto dominates in the bedroom, and you’re only too happy to let him - there’s a subtle shift in his tone as he speaks that remind you that he’s in charge, and you swallow the sudden lump of need in your throat. Prosciutto’s cock, clothed but prominent, pokes you in the small of your back as he says; 

“Tell me when it’s too much.”

“Okay.” Your voice shakes only a little, and you see Prosciutto smirk in the mirror as he steps back and tugs again, this time for longer. The corset squeezes you about the waist, the hug getting tighter and tighter. 

Prosciutto gets another few inches of compression, easy, winning little gasps from you until you say, breathlessly--

“I don’t think I can take any more.”

The voice comes from higher than it usually does, your body not quite able to echo in the same places that you’ve grown familiar with. You’re still perfectly able to breathe, but you find yourself unable to take a deep, shuddering breath of the kind that you’d like to when Prosciutto’s hands dip between your thighs, caressing the skin that’s touchable between the garters. 

“You put this on last, didn’t you?” He purrs into your ear, his clever fingers sliding over your closed slit. “You’re so good to me.”

You had, after having read that if you put underwear on last, it was simpler for your lover to fuck you with the stockings and garter belt and all the other accoutrements still taut against your body. You hadn’t wanted to get dressed up for Prosciutto only for him to immediately rip it all off of you - your boyfriend, you knew, would appreciate the show of you coming apart underneath him still in your neatly turned out costume. 

You hadn’t bargained on just how the corset would enhance your other senses. You hadn’t realised that, with that pressure at your waist, his fingers on your thighs would feel so all-consuming. That when your body clenched around nothing, you’d feel even needier for touches than usual - that every brush of his lips over your collarbone would feel like his mouth were on fire. 

“Come on,” Prosciutto says, tugging on your arm. You allow yourself to be manipulated by him, your head swimming with need the more he touches you, your breath coming in short little pants. You let him push you softly onto the bed on your front, as he helps you get into position on your hands and knees. 

You feel dizzy like this, worrying all of the blood will be rushing to your head and that you’ll pass out - but then Prosciutto is moving pillows, putting them beneath your head, getting you as comfortable as you can be.

“Not that I don’t like you on your front, amore,” he says, as you feel his hands grip your hip, sliding up to your waist and then down again so that they brush over your ass - almost bare, aside from the garters that stretch down to keep your stockings taut. “But taking hold of your waist in this position . . . Mm, you’re shaped like a heart like this, you know.”

Fingers slide up your inner thighs, making you jump and whimper, your body bucking backwards in search of more of his fingers. He makes a chastising noise, clicking his tongue. 

“All in good time,” he says to you. 

The silk pillow feels cool against your hot cheek, and you try and concentrate on that as Prosciutto takes his sweet time. Every brush of his slacks against the back of your thighs or touch of his fingers and hands makes you feel like you’re about to pass out - and he can tell, you know he can. You know he must see the tremble in your body and hear the soft sighs and pants falling from your mouth, as fingers glide over your slick folds but don’t go further than that. He’s enjoying seeing you lose yourself. 

You’re not enjoying being denied. 

“I’m enjoying my surprise,” he tells you, and you can sense the smirk in his voice as his thumbs spread open your sex and you feel cool air on your heated skin. “You’re enjoying my enjoyment too, aren’t you?”

“I want you to touch me,” you mumble, half-dazed from the position you’re in and the lack of air that you’re getting. “Prosciutto . . .”

You know you’re whining, and so does he. 

“I am touching you,” he says, his tone calm. A thumb slides up the slit, between the plumpness of your lips - and you whimper again as he brushes your clit, uselessly rocking your hips backwards. “Is it not good enough?” 

“Please,” you say, a little desperately, as he shifts on the bed and you hear his zipper. Hope flares in your heart - and then, the heat of his cock, slick with his precome, is against your thigh, smearing wetness there. 

“You’re cute when you beg,” he tells you. You moan uselessly, as he moves again - this time, he presses the head of his cock between the lips of your sex, and you feel yourself tense in preparation for the feeling of him pushing it inside you. Oh, you can’t wait to feel filled up by him - you know how deep he’ll go when you’re in this position from past nights spent in bed together, and you know that the tightness of the corset will just enhance how good he feels inside you--

He doesn’t fuck into you. His hips move, but they don’t sink into the hot confines of your heat - instead, he rocks his hips forward with a silky glide, and the head bumps at your swollen clit, making you moan aloud again, the sound breaking in the air. You feel pathetic with how much you want him. 

“I could fuck you like this,” he muses, pulling his hips back and rutting against your folds again, using the slickness of your thighs and labia lips like a cocksleeve. “It feels good - and you look so pretty, amore.” You moan out his name, frustrated, and you win a chuckle that’s like dark velvet. “And if I’m perfectly honest, principessa - knowing how badly you want me inside you makes me want to deny you even longer.”

A hand trails up your thighs, round the curve of your ass and hip, to cling to your waist. You fit in his grip well, fingers pressing against the spiral steel boning. He squeezes, and it makes the corset feel like it squeezes you a little tighter too, a choked moan falling past your lips as his cockhead brushes your clit again. 

“D-don’t you want to hold onto my waist and fuck me into next week more, though?” You manage. Every word feels like a challenge, past the way the corset clings to the lines of your body and the way that Prosciutto’s cock makes you struggle to think of anything but the pleasure that’s being dangled in front of you. 

Prosciutto laughs. Another hand comes up to hold the other side of your waist. You feel small in his grip - you haven’t always felt like that, but it’s amazing what a tightly laced corset and a cloudy mind and the haze of lusty need can do to one. 

“Alright,” he breathes into your ear, the head of his cock catching against your entrance. “You’ve got me there.”

Your brain entirely whites out as Prosciutto’s cock begins to stretch you out, filling you up inexorably, pinning you to the bed beneath him. You realise the groan of enjoyment you let out is not at all befitting to the pretty, demure fifties housewife you’re pretending to be - but then again, you’ve never watched a movie where one of their handsome husbands fucks them into the mattress in their corset so deeply that their toes curl, so perhaps they do make those noises and you’ve just never heard them. 

He goes impossible deep like this, making you feel like he’s never going to bottom out - but bottom out he does, your entire lower body singing out in need, your breath coming in pants and gasps. 

“Good,” he coos, “you’re taking me so well, principessa - how do I feel?”

You can’t do words right now. Instead, you moan brokenly, dragging your hips forward, begging him to begin vigorously fucking you instead of just leaving his cock sheathed inside of you. This gets a hiss from him, the tightening of his hands on your hips - but it also drives him into action, and as he pulls out and drives his cock straight back into the silky clutches of your sex, you see stars. 

He groans at how easily you take him, how your hips snap back into his, how you feel in his grip - and there’s nothing in the room for minutes but the slap of his thighs and hips against yours, the plunging wetness of his cock inside you, your broken moans and gasps. The shortness of breath that the corset is causing makes every stroke seem that much more frenetic, every press of his body against yours like electrical impulses firing in your brain. You’re helpless to do anything but rock, moaning and whimpering--

And your facilities are not much improved by one of Prosciutto’s hands sliding about your waist, fingers between you and the bedsheets, finding your clit to gently rub at it in firm little circles. 

It’s too much. 

Not being able to breathe properly, the sensitivity of your skin, the way that Prosciutto seems to be looming over you in every sense of the word - the pressure about your middle, and now the calloused finger coaxing your walls to pulse and flutter around Prosciutto’s cock. Your vision blurs, fingers tightening in the fabric beneath them, thighs trembling as you try and push your orgasm away lest you pass out completely - but it is impossible. 

All at once, the orgasm hits, your walls pulsing wildly about Prosciutto’s cock, sucking him in deeper and tighter than you think he’s ever been. Prosciutto himself lets out a strangled groan, surprised by how sudden and intensely your peak has hit you - the feel of your walls hugging him so tightly must push him over the edge, too, because his cock twitches wildly inside you and you feel the surprising rush of hot come paint your inner walls with his seed. 

He does not still his hips as he pumps out his last few drops, and it helps ease you over your orgasm - your vision flashes, your chest tight, breath seeming to become all stuck in your throat instead of in the air as the force of your body’s response hits you, white noise licking at your consciousness. Before, orgasms have felt like tides against a sandy shore, coming up and covering your body - this one is lightning flashes, overwhelming, leaving you gasping brokenly as aftershocks still leave you reeling. 

The fingers on your waist move, and you feel a pressure ease, Prosciutto pulling out of your dripping sex at the same time as he loosens the corset and you’re able to take a great gulping breath of air, collapsing entirely in a mess on the bed, uncaring of how Prosciutto’s come and your own slick are sliding down your thighs. 

Feather lights kisses down your spine, as the fabric is lifted away from you and your back is bare for Prosciutto’s kisses. You know that there must be marks from the corset marring your skin, and Prosciutto kisses every place you think they must be, his body hot and hard and comforting. 

Heat settles beside you, arms drawing you into an embrace that you tiredly accept. The brutal pace of the fucking and the days of preparation leading up to today catch up to you, your eyelids sagging.  

“Did you like it?” You mumble, sleepily, into the crook of your boyfriend’s arm. Prosciutto makes a little noise, dispelling a puff of air that might be a laugh. 

“I’d like you in anything,” he says to you, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. “But yes . . . yes, I liked it.” His eyes look at where the corset lays discarded, unlaced on the bed after he’d loosened it for you. “It was expensive, hmm? I’ve seen the prices of that kind of thing.”

You stifle a yawn.

“Yeah,” you say, snuggling into him. “Kinda. I know you hate to waste money. I think I should wear it again.”

Prosciutto chuckles. 

“You took the words out of my mouth. Yes,” he murmurs. “I think so too.”

[burnedbyshoto]

Evening, Officer

Kinktober Day 17 ~ kink: degradation

pairing: ashido mina x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cursing

word count: 3,435

a/n: READ WLW YOU HOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also I have no excuse as to why this is late except that my period started and I took an accidental 4 hour nap

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Stereotypes were the bane to your existence.

They were cruel, mean, and unneeded. Why they were even created was something that you wish you could give a definite answer to. Were they created out of love at first and then twisted into horribleness? Or were they always derogatory?

You had no idea.

All you knew is that people always held two stereotypes triumphantly over your head. You were a woman so you couldn’t drive, and that you were gay so you even worse at driving.

Those were the two things forever held over your head. You had a conversation with someone every three days about your driving skills. It seemed that this stereotype was forever chained to your leg.

Were they wrong?

Of course! You were an amazing driver! You always looked over your shoulder before changing lanes and… you can’t even lie.

You were an awful driver.

Every day without fail you were either fifteen miles above the speed limit or fifteen below it. You could never parallel park, and would always hug one side of a parking space. You always used your blinkers! But again, you also left them on to the frustration of other drivers. You cut people off, flipping others off when they did the same to you. You slam your brakes instead of easing into it, and often you get distracted with your playlist to drive. You also clipped the curbs a lot. All and all, how you passed your driving exam was a mystery no one could solve.

The largest evidence of your shitty driving was the number of tickets you had as well. You were good though! The major points against your record happened once a year! But this year it seemed you were dwindling on your typical luck as you were racing home. Trying to tune in to the Bachelor. Why you liked that show was beyond you, but the drinking game always left you buzzed and ready to take on the world. You knew, as well, that you had two speeding tickets. You also figured that there were two months before you would be clear to restart your ticket clock. But it was already super late. The lack of cars on the highway made you press past the seventy-five miles limit by a whopping twenty miles.

You had taken this route before, and the highway patrol had never been there. Was it your luck that as you passed a large sign you were then met with bright blue and red lights. The all too familiar sound of a siren blaring as you cursed. You didn’t resist, however, turning on your blinker and pulling off to the side of the road. Your head slamming against the wheel as you awaited for the officer to come over. It felt like an eternity before a flashlight shone through your window. Tapping against the glass window as you lowered the window without looking.

“License and registra--” Your head peaked up to catch the pink-skinned officer. “Oh my god, are you serious, y/l/n?!” The female voice groaned, and you moaned further as your hands fished for your purse and your papers.

This was not the first time you had been pulled over by Officer Ashido.

“Evening, officer.” You sniffle, already thinking about the incoming notice of the suspension of your license.

Officer Ashido had never let you off with a warning before! You wish you were kidding when you said that she is the only officer to have written you up for speeding. Most male officers looked down your shirt and gave you a warning. You weren’t opposed to using your body to get away with things! You were not ashamed of it either! You just wished Officer Ashido was a hopeless lesbian so you could get away with things.

“Do I even need to tell you what you did wrong here?” She asks you, a coy smirk on her face as she leans on the threshold of your window. You can feel your face turning on fire as you sigh, staring straight ahead you nod. Why did you feel like a misbehaved puppy whenever she was involved?

“I’m especially pretty today? So you felt the need to pull me over and tell me?” You flirt anyways, your eyes falling onto her grinning face. Officer Ashido laughs shaking her head as she takes out her ticket machine.

“So,” She continues ignoring your words. “Is this the seventh time I’ve caught you?”

Your face burns as your hands reach out for her, her fingers punching in a serial of numbers into the machine. “Let's not be hast here!” You interject as her fingers pause, her eyebrow quirks as she looks at you.

“Why’s that?”

You know she knows, there’s no doubt about it especially with the devious glint in her eyes. You felt your blood boil as you square her off, “It’ll be my third ticket!” You say as you try reading the screen. “I can’t get my license taken away.”

“Sounds like you knew what you were doing wrong then, sweetheart.” Mina clicks her tongue, but she doesn’t go back to writing up your ticket. “You took a chance and slipped. It happens to the best of us. Tell your boyfriend to take you places from here on out then.”

Your cheeks puff out as you’re a bit flabbergasted with her words. What about you screamed that you had a boyfriend?! “I don’t have a boyfriend! I also don’t have roommates!” You whined, hoping that there would be some sort of sympathy in her heart.

“Should’ve thought of that before speeding on my highway.” Officer Ashido sighs as her fingers begin tapping away at the buttons.

“There’s never been anyone there before!”

“So, you’re admitting to speeding multiple times?”

“NO!”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what you confessed to earlier?”

“I wasn’t confessing anything! I--just--fucking shit, Officer Ashido, I can not get this ticket. Please, I’m begging you! I’ll do anything!”

You watch as she pushes off from your car, her arms folding as she turned away from you. Your eyes widen as you continue looking at her, unsure of what she was even doing. You felt on edge. You had never, ever, used that phrase before. Anything could mean anything, and a part of you feared she would say something dumb or straight out refuse. Your lips part as she turns around, a serious expression on the typically jovial cops face.

“Alright, let’s get you down to the station!”

“T-The… the station?” You repeat confused. Why did you need to go to the station? Your show was playing!

“Well, considering this is your third violation of the year. On top of you attempting to seduce an on-duty officer, you are violating the law.”

“WHAT?!” You panic as you feel your stomach fall out of your ass. Strings of apologies pour out of your mouth, tears welling in your eyes as you try to show how apologetic you were. “Please forgive me! I didn’t mean for you to--fuck I’m an idiot, come on Officer Ashido, just this--”

You freeze as her giggles sound in your ears, and you look up. Your tears quickly dying in your eyes as you stared at her laughing form. Oh, she was joking. Annoyance floods your veins as you pout, your hands crossing over your chest as you look ahead again.

“Sorry, sorry, I had to take that!” She laughs as she leans in towards the window again. You can feel her soft breaths hitting your neck as you try to remain unaffected. Officer Ashido was someone you found to be very attractive. But you knew nothing would ever come out of pining after an officer you only saw when breaking the law. “Now, let’s talk about this ‘you’ll do anything’ business.” She sighs and you snap your gaze over to her.

“What makes you think that still stands after what you did?” You retort, your eyes angry as your eyes shift over to her bottom lip that is captured between her teeth.

“So you want the ticket?”

“...no.”

“Good, because if I’m being honest I have something I want to attempt with you. Of course, if you’re up to it.”

Your breathing feels like lead as you stare at her blown wide pupils. Something convinces you to continue. “Depends, what do you want?”

“You see,” She removes the officer’s hat, her curly pink hair tied back into a messy bun. It was nearing the end of her shift as well it seems. “For the past few… years. I haven’t been having that much fun in bed. Long story short, men… aren’t my favorite things anymore.” You feel your fingers tremble as you stare at her face. It seems she’s trying to judge how you’re reacting to her story. The trembled breathe that escapes your mouth lets her know to continue. “They’re boring, egotistical, and by all means never want to see a woman on top of them. I’ve always been attracted to women, but I’ve never tested out the waters before. But, I want to try it with you, of course, only if you want to.”

Your chest heaves as you feel very, very turned on. Her yellow eyes on yours as they trail against your chest, the tank top you wore leaving little to imagine.

The words pour out of your mouth before you can even think about the consequences of your actions.

“Get to the backseat.”

Your fingers unlocking the car doors, you unbuckle yourself from the seat. Your fingers rolling up the window as Officer Ashido slips into your backseat. The car door slamming as you relocked the car. With the car doors locked, you get up from your seat. Jumping over the armrest to get to the backseat where Ashido is expecting you. The red and blue lights of her patrol car blinding you as it flashed in your eyes.

Her strong hands grip your waist, and you gasp as in your blinded state her lips latching onto your neck. Her teeth nibbling on your vein makes you moan, your back arching as she presses on, unafraid of what she’s doing.

“Tell me...” She wonders against your skin. Your fingers clutching her biceps between your hands as you lie against your seat. “What does my dirty little slut like?”

Your eyes open. Degradation was something you’ve never tried before. But those words send heat towards your cunt. You moan as her fingers trail under your tank top, her nails dragging against your sensitive skin. Her hands are on your waist, and she drags your legs until your ass is adjacent to her crotch. Your hips come to roll against hers, a movement that causes her to hiss.

Her smile makes your walls flutter in anticipation as your mouth opens to answer, “I… I like being fucked by a dom who isn’t afraid to wrestle around with me. I’m not giving in quickly, and I don’t expect to be on top. I love being tribbed, it’s so fucking hot feeling a girl grinding her soaked pussy into my own.” You grin as your watch Ashido’s head drop backward, a preemptive moan escaping her mouth at the thought of doing all those things. You weren’t ashamed to admit it, and you glowed at her inability to look at you right now. You didn’t ever sleep with anyone with a degradation kink, but you knew about it well enough to play with her own emotions. “I love being used as someone’s sex toy. Using me after dominating me in whatever way and desire they want. I love watching people play with themselves as I’m forced to watch, the look on their faces as they’re getting off. The look on their face when-- shit!”

There’s a hard thrust against your aching core, and Ashido has your hands above your head. Cold metal circling your wrists as you watch her handcuff you to the door. “Officer--!”

“Call me, Mina.” She grins before her lips come and connect with yours. Goosebumps shoot through your body as your hands tug against the restraint. The cold metal hissing against your burning skin as her hands push your shirt up and over your breasts. Your face twists with pain and pleasure as her hands force your back to arch. A muffled moan escapes your lips as she undoes your bra. Her hands shoving the trapped material up with the shirt.

You pant as Mina pulls away, her fingers unbuttoning her blue workshirt as she grinned. “Don’t you just look lovely like this. Saying things about how you’re a bratty sub, but look at you. You’re trembling with excitement. Such a fucking whore, aren’t you? How long have you waited for me to do this to you, hm? Did you want me to fuck your dirty fucking pussy the first time around? How many people have you fucked to get out of a ticket before, are you a desperate whore as I think you are?”

An aroused and insulted moan escapes your lips as Mina pulls the white tank top over her head. Her breasts restrained behind a sports bra as she leaned back down. “I want a fucking answer, whore.”

Your breathing hitches as you stare into her lust-filled eyes, her emitting confidence was very quickly overwhelm you. Was this really her first time domming?

“I’ve n-never done this!” You stutter as her fingers pull off your pants, your hips bucking with the desperate need of attention to your throbbing core.

Mina chuckles as she spreads your legs apart, her hot breaths hitting your soaked core causing you to whine. Chills of pleasure spreading among your skin as you cry out her name. “I’m glad because you’re mine and only mine, got it?” Mina asks you, her fingers tracing your clothed slit. Your head nods rapidly in agreement.

Mina’s fingers push aside your panties, and her fingers push into your dripping core. Your back arches off the seat, your body almost tumbling off as you scream her name. “God, you’re such a tight fucking little whore. You really wanted this to be the end result, didn’t you?” Mina snaps, her fingers curling into your walls. You sob in response, the overwhelming pleasure spreading like fire through your body as she coaxes her fingers against your walls. Her other hand shoots out to your noisy mouth, sinking two fingers into your mouth as you gag against it slightly. “Come on, I know you can take my fingers like a good bitch.”

You moan against her fingers, your hips awkwardly bucking against her fingers as your backseat was definitely not spacious enough to maneuver without care. As if she was not doing enough, Mina’s head tilts down to suck onto your pert nipples, your gagged scream only riling her further. Her tongue swirls your stiff nipple around in her mouth, the sucking sensation of her mouth making you plead to her around her fingers. Her eyes are locked on your desperate eyes. She doesn’t stop, her fingers now scissoring within you as you shudder against her movements.

Mina lets go of your nipple and sighs. “You’re such a dirty fucking bitch. Your pussy is so fucking wet, are you going to come so quickly?” Your head shakes fast, your back arching off the seats as you try getting more friction to your pussy. “I know you’re a good whore, you won’t come yet right now, right?”

Her fingers leave your mouth, and you cough, your lungs finally filling with a full amount of oxygen, “Mina, please, I want you now!”

Mina doesn’t even flinch as she instead removes her fingers from within you, and removes your panties. Your strained cries also ignored as she removes her pants, your hips wriggling in hope to catch her leg between them. You need contact.

You watch with increasing lust as Mina removes her sports bra, now in front of you, gloriously naked. She’s beautiful and perfect. Her breasts look full and ready to be touched, her curves making you feel jealous as she leans back over you. “Did you know you have the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, harlot.” You grunt, not at all liking all the talking and wanting her to grind her pussy against yours. “Do you need to come now? You were taking my fingers so well, and I think my pretty fucking whore needs to come. I sure want to come against my whore.”

You sob as your hands pull desperately against the restraint, your body unable to move from your position.

“Yes, Mina!” You cry as her fingers trace the sides of your body, your hips squirming under her touch. “I want to come, and I want you to come on me.”

“You say such sweet things for a dirty cumslut.” Mina giggles as her legs straddle your opened legs.

You hiss as she lowers herself over your throbbing pussy.

“Oh my god!” You shrill as she places herself directly onto your clit.

“Fuck, shit!” Mina gasps, her back arching as your hips rut against hers. It’s obviously a new sensation for her, and her clenched eyes tell you that easily. “You’re so fucking wet, so fucking messy for me.”

“Mina!” You shout as you roll your hips, creating friction between your both soaked pussies. “Please, Mina! You need to move!”

Mina shakes her head her body still adjusting to this new pleasure as her hips finally move. The sopping sounds of your interacting pussies make you nearly shriek as Mina’s hips roll against yours. She grinds against you sinfully, as if she has been doing this for ages. “You’re so fucking wet!” She cries out her hands playing with her breasts. “You’re such a fucking slut, your pussy is fucking soaked for me!”

Your head throws back as you feel her pussy throb against yours. Your teeth biting into the side of your arm to keep yourself from screaming. “You’re so fucking good at this!” You praise against your arm. “Don’t stop mina, you’re so fucking amazing!”

“You’re such a sexy woman, slut.” Mina cries, a single hand moving from groping her breasts to placing her fingers onto both your throbbing clits. The two of you cry out, your hips bucking wildly against hers as Mina laughs.

“MINAE, FUCK!” You sob as your hips try to start a merciless speed against her hips, but she keeps you under her pace.

“Keep screaming my name, whore.” Mina gasps, her cunt grinding even harder against you and you pull against the handcuffs so hard you’re sure to leave a bruise. “Screaming my name like the fucking slutty mess you are. All this shit just to get me to fuck you? God, you’re so fucking pathetic y/n. Yet here I am, my pussy fucking wet as you’re handcuffed and screaming under me. Begging for me, begging for more? I think you’re my favorite whore ever.”

“Mina,” You wail, your wrists and pussy throbbing as she continues rocking her cunt against yours. Your vision seeing stars as you tremble more and more. “I am your whore. Please let me come, please! You fuck me so well, fucking hell!”

Pleasurable waves crash through you as her fingers focus on your clit, and your walls spasm. Your breathing hitches as the pleasure within continues building mercilessly. It shoots through your body, your toes curling as your jaw drops in a soundless scream.

You’re about to tumble onto your orgasm when Mina’s finger let go of your clit, and a resulting cry rips through your throat as Mina reaches towards the floor. Her hands taking her keys and freeing your hands from handcuffs. Your hands immediately seeking both your clits and Mina’s resulting hiss making your cunt tremble.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes!” Mina cries as your moving fingers will you both on. Mina’s head is thrown back, and the lewd scream that leaves her lips does it for you.

You come hard, your hips twitching and throwing in every which way as you scream her name. Your fingers freeze against Mina’s clit, but she continues riding against your finger, coming seconds after as she falls forward. Her sweaty body pressing against yours.

The two of you lay there, your mixed breathing filling your ears as after awhile she presses away.

“Well, I think you need to give me your number, I would love to take you out.”

You feel a smile come to your face as you laugh, your head shaking.

“You don’t have that memorized yet? It’s on my registration papers!”

"Oh, I never noticed!"

[lady-moonbroch]

A day in my life

So...I’m trying to write today’s prompt for Kinktober in the same room with my sister. Great? No...

BECAUSE SHE KEEPS PLAYING COUNTRY ROADS ON REPEAT AND I’M LIKE:

In parallel I’m laughing because @jonahswife​ sent me this and I’m cracking up:

Someone save me from my suffering..