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Day Twenty-Nine: Public Sex - Joel Miller

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WC: 2k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established Relationship. Talk of Kinks. Smut. Semi-public. Oral (M receiving) Unprotected PIV Sex. Mild Choking. Mild Dirty talk. F is the one with the public sex kink. Fluff. AN: Add on from the warnings. Reader is the one with the public sex Kink and the reason I've put it in the warnings is because not everyone has this kink of course, but it's the only one I've specifically gave her. With that out of the way folks, I hope you enjoy the read ❤️.

We jump right into NSFW, so I'll cover it up.

There are some people in this world who have kinky sex and there are people who don’t. That doesn’t mean either of those beautifully intimate acts aren’t good or satisfying because they both are. It’s just that you, in your relationship, are the one who likes kinky sex whereas your partner hasn’t ever really partaken in the extreme spicy activities. 

Joel Miller is your partner and what you’ve noticed thus far into your relationship with him is that he likes to add a dash of multiple different kinks in the bedroom. For instance, the man likes teasing, dirty talk, tying you up or being tied up himself. It’s not too much, nor too little, and he is very subtle with it as a matter of fact, not overpowering. 

You’re never left unsatisfied in the delicately calloused hands of Joel. He always takes good care of you, and the sex is phenomenal, however the only issue you have is that one particular kink of yours - public sex. You love it, love the thrill and fear around the possibility of being caught in the act, which makes the sex so much more exciting, but Joel - understandably - would be too worried and afraid of getting caught. 

You’re sure it’s a kink he wouldn’t like, and it’s not a major issue. It doesn’t cause problems or ruin sex with the man in the slightest, it’s just that sometimes when you’re out together somewhere public, you often catch yourself thinking about him bending you over the table and fucking you. Like right now for example. You and Joel are on a patrol with Simon and Lee, checking out the ski-lodge like usual, but you’re really horny. 

The man just has that power every minute of every goddamn day no matter what he does, but right now especially, he is wearing that sexy black buttoned up shirt that just clings to his figure in all the right areas. The top two buttons popped open, giving you a glimpse of the veins in his neck and the trail of hair between his collarbones, leading down his wide chest, buffed out with years of keeping fit. 

Then his shoulders… God his shoulders are so big, and you squeeze your legs together in thought about clinging onto them just last night as he held you in his arms, thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt. Joel is as strong as an ox, and you love to be swept off your feet by him in both the metaphorical and literal sense. 

He’s held you up in many positions in the past just by sheer strength, and your favourite would be pinning you up against the wall, the backs of your legs held by his big hands as he rolls his hips into you lovingly and gentle-like. There’s absolutely no doubt that you’re horny right now, you can feel your slick dampening your underwear and you want him so badly. 

As you sit by one of the tables, looking over at your man behind the old barista bar, you can’t help but think about him bending you over the counter, fucking you from behind while Simon and Lee do a quick sweep of the building. It would be a quickie, over and done before they get back, but you don’t want to push Joel into doing something he isn’t comfortable with. 

So instead, you start off light and meet him halfway, to test the waters and see if public sex is something that he would be interested in doing. Rising from the chair and looking over your shoulder to see Simon and Lees back turned as they stood outside the building, you quickly walk around the bar and duck down. 

“Keep looking straight ahead,” You whisper to Joel after he looks in your direction, no doubt wondering what the hell you were doing. “Don’t make it obvious, babe. They didn’t see me come behind here.” 

“Who? Where? What are you talking about?” He questions, instantly assuming you meant danger as he proceeded to look around for it. “Simon and Lee,” You reassure him, then move in front of his legs. “Just act natural, okay handsome?” You ask. 

“Uh, I would but I don’t have a clue what yer mean, darlin’.” Joel chuckles bashfully, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he fights the urge to look down and see for himself what you were doing. He chokes on a grunt as you reach out to unbuckle his pants. “Uhh?” He grips the edge of the bar, knuckles turning white with worry. “What do yer think you’re doing?” 

“What does it feel like?” You giggle in a whisper, “I’m going to suck your cock, sexy.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Joel puffs out heavily, evidently aroused from your actions. He looks down at you and lingers on your mischievous looking grin beaming up at him with those big doe eyes. “Straight ahead,” You remind him quickly, to which he listens straight away. “Right, sorry.” He whispers. 

“Why are you so cute, Joel?” You ask rhetorically, amusement burning your cheeks with him playing along to your little games. You wrongfully assumed that he wouldn’t like this, that he would be well out of his comfort zone, but so far he looks comfortable and you’re happy that he is. You pull his dick out of his pants and look up to see the man fighting a losing battle. 

He’s already struggling, and you’ve barely touched him yet, and as much as you’d like to drag this out, to tease him and have fun, you don’t want to put him off the idea of doing this again in the future, so you don’t waste any more time and lean in to lick a path along the prominent vein, just how he likes it. “Fuuuck,” He groans quietly, eyes threatening to roll back into the sockets of his head as you suck the tip of him. 

For a little extra assurance, Joel reaches over the counter for his backpack sitting on the chair, the action pushing his cock inside your mouth. You gasp and moan around him with surprise, then reach out to grab his ass, keeping him buried for a few seconds more before he pulls back and sets his backpack down in front of him. 

“That’s better,” He mumbles while looking down into your eyes, “I can pretend I’m looking at something in my backpack. They won’t tell the difference all the way out there.” He refers to Simon and Lee, helping you to understand what he did up above as you clearly couldn’t see. He just wanted to reassure you that he won’t get caught for looking down. Your eyes are what he wants to focus on, not the surroundings of the building or his patrol partners. 

Just for safe measure, Joel opens his backpack and pulls out a couple items onto the counter, making himself look preoccupied as you audibly choke on his cock below. The noise you made was obscene and vulgar, causing him a great struggle to quieten his moans of pleasure. He lifts his gaze briefly and sees that everything is safe before looking back down into your eyes, his palm reaching behind your head to keep you steady as he rolls his hips forward. 

“There, that’s it, darlin’” He drawls gruffly, “Fuck! Almost there.” Stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, he picks up his pace and chases his orgasm. You relax your jaw and moan softly each time the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, the taste of salt telling you that’s close. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasps repeatedly before burying your nose into the hairs on his mound, spilling ropes of him cum down your throat. 

While you gag around him down below, Joel lifts his head once more, seeing that everything is still okay and he is safe, before pulling back and giving you a break for air. You look up at him to say something but stop yourself when seeing his expression change with greeting. He rolls his lips together, jerking his chins outwards as Simon and Lee pop their heads in the doorway. 

“Hey man. We’re about to check the perimeter. Where’s Y/N?” Simon asks, his question making you smile as Joel replies calmly. “Bathroom. Down the hall.” 

“Alright, cool.” Simon calls out, “Just making sure.” He explains, and you and Joel know why. It’s so he doesn’t get spooked and accidently shoots you, that’s the only reason why he’s asking where you are. 

“Radio us if you need help” Joel nods to him with a thin-lipped smile and as soon as they're out of view, he looks down at you, releasing a sigh as his shoulders relax. “Jesus. That was close, but…” He blushes while trying to find the right words, almost as if he’s ashamed to admit it. “But um, it was also really…”

“Exciting?” You answer for him, to which he nods in agreement. “Mhm. I think so too.” You rise from the floor to face him and lean in to peck his lips once before turning around. “I think we got about seven minutes before they walk through those doors again-” You giggle while pulling your pants and underwear down. “-Got another one left in ya, sexy?” 

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Joel retorts with a smirk on his lips. “You keep a lookout this time, girl. Let me focus on making you cum.” 

“Oh, it would be my pleasu-fuuuck!” You whine as buries his cock inside your cunt, bottoming out in one swift motion. There’s no time for messing around, the man is getting straight to it by setting a slow, grinding pace before bringing his hand around to your front and rubbing nameless shapes on your clit. 

“I’ll make it up to you when we get home, babydoll.” Joel groans. Reaching out to wrap his free hand around your throat, that dash of dominance that he likes comes through beautifully as he applies a little pressure. “I’ll make love to you, darlin’, but right now I gotta be quick.” He says, his voice almost sounding remorseful for his beautiful act of intimacy being short and fast. 

“Joel,” You whine, and gasp louder than you intended to be. “Just fuck me, baby. Don’t matter how rough you are, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” 

“Shit! Ok-ok,” He grunts. Picking up his pace and slamming into your cunt, you feel your ass jiggling from his actions and hear the audible slap each time his hips connect with your behind. “You look so good right now, baby. Nnugh! From this angle, taking my cock so well.” And there’s the dash of dirty talk coming through. 

“Oh yeah?” You whine, baiting him to babble more with that dirty mouth of his, to which he replies breathlessly. “Oh, fuck yeah. So beautiful, warm and tight. I love you so goddamn much, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, baby.” You pant. Squeezing his cock with a vice-like grip, your moans tell the man everything he needs to hear and can tell that you’re close. He quickly yanks you up to stand, pulling you flush to his chest and tilting your face to meet your lips in a kiss. 

“J-Joel,” You whimper, and he responds by slipping his tongue inside your mouth while spilling a load of his cum deep inside your cunt. He groans through the height of his climax, the last few thrusts from him becoming slow and lazy as he releases almost everything he has. You’ve left the man feeling spent and exhausted, the expression on his face speaking of pure satisfaction. 

You assumed Joel wouldn’t like public sex, but as it turns out, he loves it.

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[day ten: cock warming]

pairing: jimin x f. reader

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

notes: smut straight under the cut

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“Jimin” His name falls off your lips over and over, the only thought etched into your fucked-dumb mind.

His thick cock splits you open, creamy white clinging to the base every time he pulls his hips backwards. It’s obscene, the noises your pussy makes as he pounds into you, wet as your arousal clings to your skin. Spilling down your legs, clinging to Jimin’s balls.

You press your face into the pillow beside you, long-drawn moan dripping off your tongue when he pushes your legs a little closer to your chest; cock pressing over your sweet spot.

“That’s it, baby” he grunts, hips snapping against the backs of your thighs, “don’t hide from me”

It’s a particularly hard thrust that has your pussy clenching around his cock. He holds himself there for a moment, greedy fingers slipping between your legs to play with your clit.

His fingers pinch at the little pearl, thumb pressing back the hood before he smears your own arousal over your skin. Your cunt pulsating around him desperately, swallowing around his length as he pulls back until the tip. Pussy pulled wide around the flared head, Jimin watches your desperate cunt try and suck him back in as he sinks back into you; fingers still playing with your clit.

Your hips rut upwards, desperate for him to speed up, ruin you and rail you so you could feel his cock sat within you for the rest of the night.

“Jimin” you whine, fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders, nails raking over his skin in your desperate attempt to get him to speed up.

“What’s wrong, my lovely” he murmurs, essentially bending you in half as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Want you” you murmur, licks pulling out, almost a pout as you silent ask for a kiss.

What was an impending orgasm slowly ebbing into a warm glow of pleasure at the light rock of his hips, not enough for him to press against your sweet spot. So close to where you wanted him, only the press of his thick cock enough to sate the lust coursing under your skin.

“You have me” he says, and you don’t miss the teasing smile that pulls onto his lips, barely veiled behind a bruising kiss, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

You moan out his name, hips stuttering upwards, desperate.

He hums, lips pressing a final kiss to the corner of your mouth before he’s sitting up again, fingers wrapping around your thighs as his hips start to jackhammer back into you. Angled perfectly, just where you need him.

Unbridled pleasure courses throughout your body, hand pressing over your mound as you try and process the new onslaught of pleasure.

“Shit—Jimin” you whine, hand bracing on his arm.

He groans, feeling your pussy clench around him.

Your orgasm builds, stomach tensing, thighs quivering beneath his hands as he ruts into you.

“Gonna cum” he groans, “cum with me, yeah?” he looks down at where the both of you connect, cock sticky with your arousal, creamy white and messy as he fucks you; wet squelch drowned out by your staccato of moans.

“Mmhmm” you nod, hand slipping down your body towards your clit, deft fingers thrumming over the bud, “so close”

“Me too” he grunts, thrusting into you harder, jabbing against your sweet spot.

The world muffles quiet for a moment, eyes squeezed shut and Jimin’s moans barely there as you slip over the edge of your orgasm, slick running down your legs, clinging to Jimin’s skin as he presses his cock into you.

You faintly register his cock twitching, spent cunt oversensitive as he releases his seed into you. Each spurt of it warm against your walls, insides soiled with his release.

He bends forward, hands bracing on either side of your body as he ruts into you, another spurt of cum flooding into your insides as you clench around him, milking his spent cock.

“Shit” Jimin lets out a long drawn moan, gently lowering himself over you, pulling your legs around his waist as he lays on top of you.

He wraps his arms around you, head pressed against your shoulder, cock still pressed between your walls.

“Stay like this for a while” he says against your sweat-tacky skin, lips pressing to your shoulder, “keep my cock nice and warm”

You hum, pussy clenching around him knowing it would only take so long for his cock to stir in interest, ready to fuck and fill you up for a second time.

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no resistance [kinktober 2023: fingering]

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Summary: President Loki fires his assistant for booking an interview gone horribly sideways and hires you in her place.

Pairing: President Loki x Reader

Word Count: 7.4k [prepare drinkies and snacks accordingly]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, be gone. i won't ask again); fingering; dirty talk; most likely inaccurate depictions of what a day in the White House looks like; improper use of the Oval Office desk; a handful of cuss words [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: power dynamic (she's his assistant); mentions of Natasha, Bucky, Morgan, and Steve if you squint; bit of a makeover trope towards the middle of the story; Reader is mid to late 20s

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "He worked his hand back under" and ends at "When he pulled his digits"

"I uhh…I think that's all the questions I have for this interview. Thank you so much for your time, President Loki, and I wish you the best of luck with your re-election campaign."

The journalist, if she could even be called that, fidgeted the slightest in her seat, her discomfort evident from both the motion and the expression on her face. As if she knew that the god-president was now quite cross with her, and much deservedly so.

As if she knew she spoke out of turn in this interview that was so graciously granted to her.

"My security will see you off the premises. Good day, madam."

He exited the room with a slight swish of his coattails, striding down the halls with a fury now directed at his assistant rather than the would-be journalist. Once the offending individual had been located, there was a meek, fearful look on her face as well.

"Boss," her voice wavered. "Your forehead vein's making an appearance again…"

"Clear your desk. Today is your final day on my team." His voice rang out and echoed all over the floor of the campaign headquarters, most of the staff raising their heads and peering from awkward angles to have a view of the commotion.

"But Boss, you said you wanted to connect with the younger adult audience and capture their votes. Miss Lewis has an audience right smack in that demographic, her videos get millions of views, I don't understand--" She let out a frustrated huff. "An interview with her could secure you a good few million votes in your re-election. From fresh voters who've just registered and are undecided. She could bridge the gap that makes you seem so unrelatable with the digital age--"

"That woman that should never dare call herself a journalist asked me to confirm the measurements of my phallus because it appears that that is the dominating question her audience had for me," he snapped, rendering the former assistant quiet.

"I--I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't know--"

"No. No you did not. It is clear that you did not do ample research on how this Miss Lewis conducted her behavior and what type of a strategy she would likely use to bridge this so called gap of relatability. I have let a good few shortcomings of yours slide since the beginning of this campaign season in hopes that you simply needed to find your footing. But time is running short and frankly so is my patience. I no longer have leniency to spare for incompetence, especially from people that work too closely with me. Pack your belongings, I expect you out within the hour. Security will triple check for any information you may try to smuggle out of the premises, so I suggest you do not even attempt it."

She let out a sound of utter disbelief. "And how exactly do you expect to replace me on such short notice? The press will see when I'm not in your entourage at the briefing tomorrow morning."

"I assure you, it will not be such an impossible feat to replace the likes of you. Now if I were in your shoes, I'd hasten my movements. The hour will tick by before you know it."

Members of Loki's security kept a close watch on her to ensure that she only vacated her desk of her personal belongings. Checking every item she placed into her purse if there were scribbled secrets or supporters' contact information that might give the opposition some sort of an advantage over him.

Once they were positive that there was nothing she held on her person that could even remotely sabotage his re-election campaign, he had her escorted out of the building.

Now on to finding his new assistant. Preferably someone with a sensible enough head on their shoulders that they would at least do a rudimentary background check on who would be conducting the interview before writing them a gate pass and allowing them into such a private space.

Loki took a glance at the small pile of papers that his former assistant left behind. One had numerous strikethroughs and comments scratched on so harshly there were indents on the paper from whoever was wielding the bright fuchsia-inked pen.

Boring as all fuck, this isn't the aesthetic that we're going for. Try again, Y/N, the feedback read. The suggestion held the name of a creator whose content focused on documentaries centered on powerful individuals that have leveraged their platform in a negative manner. That perhaps this journalist could interview him and ask questions that touched on his past before he arrived on Earth and even some of the myths that surrounded his time on Asgard.

The president snapped his fingers at the nearest staff member, beckoning him over with an impatient flick of his fingers. "Which one of your colleagues is Y/N? Point her out to me."

The staff member raised a shaking hand, pointing in the direction of your desk. "O-Over there, Mi--Mister President, Sir," he stammered, mentioning your full name before Loki motioned for him to return to his seat. He took a good look at you, phone clipped between your ear and shoulder while you wrote something down on paper, the concentration written all over your face as you proceeded with your work.

"Yes I'll be sure to keep your contact information on file and forward your request for interview. You'll hear from us soon about schedules and logistics," you told the other person on the line with a smile stretched across your face that was so obviously strained, he could imagine your cheeks were beginning to smart from holding it.

He watched you work for a few more moments, your side of the conversation giving enough away for him to figure out you were speaking with a representative from Stark Industries. Something about a partnership to provide free sustainable energy to the impoverished communities throughout the country.

"We're very much looking forward to speaking with you in more detail about your proposals, Miss Stark. Thank you so so much for taking the time to answer my call, we'll be in touch soon." You took your little pencil and used it to twist your hair out of your face, your strained smile finally dropping. "Sorry I probably won't be able to call though because the president's PA is a complete ditz that'll reject my request because it doesn't go with the aesthetic," you grumbled, imitating his former assistant's tone toward the end and bringing an amused smile to the god's face.

"Miss Y/L/N," he called out to you, his tone uncharacteristically soft. Despite it, however, the sound of his voice still caused you to start in your seat.

Your expression morphed into a grimace, sucking in air between your teeth, looking defeated. "Good afternoon, Sir," you spoke, your words shaking with obvious fear. "You…heard me mocking your assistant, I apologize nobody was meant to hear that. I'll uhm…I'll clear my desk, it was an honor getting to work--"

"Hold on a moment there, darling, you're not in any trouble." He approached you with his hands held out and open in an attempt to tell you you had nothing to fear. "It was…quite an accurate depiction, if we're being honest. Hardly a mockery. I've erm…I've actually come here to speak with you about some of the interview requests you'd sent in prior to today."

He held up some of the scraps of paper in his hand, each of them containing your handwriting and his previous assistant's caustic feedback in the obnoxious fuchsia ink she insisted on using. "They were all rejected," you offered lamely, grimacing again as you squirmed in your seat.

"They're also quite clever. Intelligent, even." Your head snapped up at the compliment, a mixture of shock and satisfaction on your face as you looked at him. Your grimace had given way to a tiny endearing smile, a tinge of pink now in your cheeks. "Had my itinerary been comprised of these instead, today might have turned out to be more productive."

Your eyes widened to the point he worried they might pop out of your head. "The Lewis interview pushed through today?" He nodded once, a look of pity now painting your features. "I am so terribly sorry I sent over my research on her content but--"

"My former assistant likely shredded your findings," he finished, sitting slightly at the edge of your desk. "It's alright, Y/N, I don't hold you responsible for any of today's shortcomings. I see the efforts you've taken to enrich this campaign. Shamefully quite late, but I see them now. Hopefully moving forward we could work together to correct your predecessor's oversights."

"Wait, hold on…former assistant? Predecessor? Sir what--"

"I'd like to offer you a promotion of sorts. I'm in need of a new assistant, seeing as I fired the last one today for organizing an interview so brazenly invasive I might as well have taken the meeting completely nude."

"Well I'm sure Ms Lewis' audience would've loved that--" You stopped your words short, looking as if you'd bit your tongue. "Sorry I shouldn't have--"

"I'm sure they would have," he chuckled, leaning in the slightest to get a better look at you, finding himself surprisingly looking forward to what the next few days would bring, seeing your face more often as well as the potential of a better workflow considering that you seemed to be more focused on substance over appearance. "Take the rest of the day to familiarize yourself with the new workflow, as well as my itinerary. I'll defer to your judgment to rearrange or outright cancel any upcoming interviews as you see fit. I'll meet with you a half-hour before breakfast for a debrief on any changes you've decided on."

He barely gave you any time to nod your head in agreement before he reached for your hand, raising it to his lips and placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

"I look forward to working with you, Y/N."

Your first few days working for President Loki had passed in a blur, working tirelessly to rearrange his schedule and maintaining a correspondence with the content creators that your predecessor had arranged interviews for. Spinning tales of how hectic the president's schedule had become on such short notice and therefore their appointments with him would have to be rescheduled at a later date.

A later date that probably would never come, considering that most if not all of the planned interviews conducted their business similarly to the one that effectively got his former assistant fired within the hour. You made a small note in your own binder that perhaps when he'd secured his re-election, they could be granted access among the crowd of reporters during larger press conferences.

"Maybe if you're among hoards of other reporters, you can keep your thirst in check and actually act like respective, decent human beings. Not asking about dick measurements like you're asking about the weather today. Thirsty idiots…" you grumbled, writing another name into the list.

"If that list gets any longer, you may need to have a rotation schedule, sweetling." You jumped at the sound of the president's voice coming from so close behind you, peering over your shoulder to find that he stood near enough that you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. "Are these all the ones you'd rescheduled from the prior calendar?"

You mutely nodded, swallowing your nerves before speaking. "All the ones so far," you clarified, clicking away at your computer to show him the packed and borderline overbooked schedule that was formerly planned for him. "I made sure to go for the ones planned in the next few weeks first so that they at least have enough time to reallocate their time somewhat. There's about six more weeks worth to sort out."

"Excellent work," he told you, his voice even closer to your ear now that he was leaning over your shoulder to peer at the schedule on your monitor. "And what does my schedule look like for today, Y/N?"

You clicked to this week's view, taking a cursory look at the calendar. "After the press briefing, you have a lunch meeting with the Department of Defense along with one of the directors of R & B Weaponries, a Mr Barnes, to discuss about a new ammo supplier for the Navy forces and your own personal security detail."

He nodded along with your summary, the citrusy leathery scent of him wafting into your space and making you a touch dizzy from his onslaught of your senses. You just had to smell immaculate on top of looking like sex on legs, you hissed inwardly, biting down hard at the inside of your lip to keep you from saying a word aloud.

"And will you be joining me in this luncheon?"

Your eyes widened at his question. Of course you wouldn't be. The information to be divulged in such meetings should be something heard only by the president or those he deems closest to him. You were his assistant, nothing more. All you needed to know were names, dates, and overall points of discussion.

"I uhm…no. I don't--I don't believe I will be," you stammered, your breath hitching when he turned his head to look at you and suddenly you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. "Personal assistants aren't usually included in the guest list for these events," you offered in a lame attempt at explaining a question he didn't even ask.

"You are now. We'll leave at a quarter to noon." He began to walk out of the office, only halting to look at you over his shoulder when you let out a tiny squeak like you were about to protest. "Are you opposed to this new arrangement, sweet mortal?"

"Uhh--" You took a breath, composing yourself. "No, Sir. I'll call the restaurant to update the head count."

President Loki smirked at you, jerking his head toward the door. "Excellent. Now we should get going. I believe the briefing will commence in a few moments."

While you were on your way to the briefing room, you sent a haphazard text to a stylist friend, a Hail Mary to hopefully get you looking somewhat presentable.

Tasha, massive SOS. I need an outfit to not look like a total clown show next to the President for a lunch thing.

You followed a few steps behind the president, taking a quick look at your watch when you got notified of a reply from your friend, Natasha Romanoff. Is "lunch thing" your way of downplaying "date"? He finally made his move on you after making googly eyes at you all week long?

Her text had you fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you stepped into the briefing room, cameras at the ready and reporters sitting straight and alert, waiting to pounce with their questions once President Loki was situated at his podium.

The hour went on mostly without a hitch, you taking your notes on near everything he'd mentioned in response to the reporters' queries. While your boss was speaking with a few people from Press Relations, your ears perked up at some small talk between two reporters, one of them having a few biting words to say about you.

"I mean at least his last assistant had some sense of fashion. I never thought I'd miss Little Miss looks like she got hired from the red light district, but at least she didn't look like some frumpy ass college student who just rolled out of bed. Honestly she's dragging the whole look down and that's saying so much because Mr President can make anything look hot."

"Except her, apparently," the other reporter shot back in a snippy tone. "Guarantee you he just hired her so that he has less of a distraction in the workplace. She's the kind people look at and they're doing the opposite of mentally undressing her."

"Mentally putting a paper bag over her head," the first reporter capped off with a witchy cackle.

You felt your fury bubbling just under the surface, wanting nothing more than to march over there and give them a piece of your mind for being so catty at someone that they didn't even know. To drag them over their impractical shoes that made their legs wobble if they so much as tried to stand straight or their two sizes too small shirts that had buttons fighting for their life trying to keep their tits covered.

Instead of doing any of that, however, you pulled out your phone to text Tasha. Firstly, no it's not a "date", when are you gonna drop that tin foil hat of yours. And secondly, scratch what I said earlier. You've wanted to give me a makeover since college? Now's your chance, Babes. Gimme the works.

You sidled past the president and his current company, asking one of your closer acquaintances from the staff to accompany him to any impromptu meetings until the lunch meeting later and to inform your boss that you had to attend to a personal matter, but that you would be back before he left for the restaurant.

As the clock kept on ticking closer half past noon, Loki could feel himself getting antsy waiting for your return. He'd noticed how jittery you seemed when you passed him on your way out of the press briefing, and the staff member you'd sent to keep him apprised in your stead gave no satisfactory explanation on what caused you to step out so abruptly.

"Where are you, Y/N…" he grumbled into the empty office, looking on at your desk that he'd moved inside so that calling on you would require less effort. Instead of stepping outside or phoning you, he'd simply have to call your name from wherever he was and you were already there.

And if he was being completely honest with himself, he'd also done it so you would be closer to him and he would see you at all times throughout the day. He found your presence calmed him, the competence you'd more than proven to have over the last few days already easing his day to day.

Just as he was about to reach for his phone and call you to check if you were alright, he heard your voice outside his office, speaking with your reliever in a tone he likened to one that he heard back on Asgard. Whenever Frigga would correct him on any missteps he had throughout his magic lessons.

"I totally get how you can get lost finding the meeting rooms, it's a goddamn maze in here. But if you make any of them lose unnecessary time because of it, not everyone will come at you with understanding. Just make sure that it doesn't happen for next time. I'll draw you up a map for the rooms that are most frequently used. Study it, live it, breathe it. See if someone from security can accompany you while you familiarize yourself with the place, and don't stop until you can navigate the floor with your eyes closed."

"Yes, ma'am," your reliever confirmed, his tone audibly less jittery than when he was speaking with Loki. "Thank you so much, Y/N. Honestly getting you to be in charge of the rest of us might be one of the best things the President ever did. The one before you was so--"

"Harpy?" you finished with a chuckle, the lightness in your tone feeling like a soothing balm to the nerves Loki had had since he saw you exit the White House so hastily earlier this morning. "Remember when I tried to suggest that we should reach out to Greta Thunberg's team?"

He could almost hear the other man shudder from the other side of the door. "Gah, she nearly ripped your throat out that day. Something something not shippable and we need to get 'hot people'. Really lost the plot, that one. Anyways, I'll go work on memorizing that map. Thanks again, Boss."

"Yikes, don't call me that," you shot back, your voice growing closer to the door, prompting Loki to walk back to his desk before you stepped into the office. "That's just for our boss, no one else." Your footsteps sounded different; there was considerably more of a click in each step, and the slightest stumble to them as if you were re-familiarizing yourself with your own legs.

There was a bizarre feeling of the air becoming easier to breathe once he heard the door open. "There you are, darling. I hope your personal matter's been sorted out and you're ready to--" His words halted dead in their tracks once he turned around and got a good look at you, quickly surmising that the 'personal matter' was a complete overhaul of your appearance.

There was an ethereal glow to your face and your hair that had his hands twitching to reach out and touch you, and in place of the slightly oversized sweater and denim you'd worn this morning was a blazer designed to be worn as a dress, set in a shade of green that matched his waistcoat perfectly. To top it all off, the buckle that cinched at your waist as well as the heels that brought your height up by a few inches were set in a gold that matched the horned helmet atop his head.

You looked like the personification of his most far-fetched fantasies whenever he thought of what he wanted in someone that would stand by his side. A confidant. A partner. A lover, even.

Someone radiantly beautiful, brilliant, and completely unafraid to declare themself as his by adorning his colors.

"Too much?" you spoke up, jostling him out of his thoughts. "I-I mean if it is I still have a change of clothes in my bag I can--"

"No, no. It's not too much, little mortal. Not at all." Mentally he was stabbing himself for stumbling over his words so clumsily; he was normally so much more composed than this. "You look…ravishing." Your eyes lit up at his words, betraying the neutral expression you tried to maintain. "Come. We should head to the restaurant."

He offered out his hand to you, confusion plaguing him when the rhythm of his heart stumbled just as his words did once you'd placed your hand in his. He found you such an anomaly, looking at you with utmost curiosity, wondering how someone could simultaneously calm the chaos all around him and yet incite an entirely different type of chaos in his heart. Not to mention his loins.

"You know, darling, had we been in Asgard, your wearing of my colors could be interpreted as a declaration of your allegiance to me," he spoke once you were both situated in the back of the car. You nodded your head slowly, as if ruminating over what he'd just said. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"That makes sense," you answered, seeming as if you were thinking aloud. "Seeing as I am your assistant, people should see within seconds that I'm associated with you. The color thing's probably the most tasteful way of doing it rather than a t-shirt with your face printed on it…"

"May I ask you something…a touch more personal, Miss Y/L/N?"

"O-Of course," you stammered, your nodding a touch unsteady, fingers laced together tightly as if you were trying to keep your nerves at bay.

"What made you decide to work for me?"

You blinked rapidly for a moment, seeming to be genuinely taken aback by the question, before composing your answer.

"All the people who held the position before you were horrid…evil men. All they cared about was finessing a kick back. Burying their constituents in debt. You stepped into office and…I was out of debt in less than half a year. My student loans were nowhere to be found. All because you prioritized our right to have an education. Of course I was going to try working on your re-election campaign."

Hearing you talk about his predecessors, describing them the way you did as if they were so starkly different from him, somehow didn't sit right with the god. "But darling, you do know that I, too, am what others would call a…horrid, evil man?"

You shook your head stubbornly, sitting up straighter as if you were about to deliver a lecture. "No. You're not. I've seen evil men. I've worked with them, I've--" The words caught in the back of your throat, making you clear your throat before pushing on. "I've suffered at the hands of evil men."

Your eyes met his, the sincerity in them knocking the air out of his lungs. Had he been up on his feet, he was sure that your next words would have knocked him down on his ass.

"I'm not looking at an evil man."

His next query escaped from his mouth so swiftly, he couldn't have stopped the words even if he wanted to. "Y/N, what prompted all this?" He made a motion from your hair to your feet. "Why the change?" You squirmed in your seat, as if holding the answer in was making you physically uncomfortable. "It's alright, darling, you can tell me."

There was a heaviness in your tone when you answered. Like you were holding back tears from just recounting the events. "This morning…in the briefing room. There were these reporters commenting on how I looked and how it kind of…cheapened the image. Your image. Ruined the aesthetic."

"What is it with these feeble-minded mortals and their absurd fascination about aesthetics?"

"I don't know," you blurted out. "But the thing is, Sir, I don't have to know. The only thing I have to understand is that there are people, voters, who assign a high value to the aesthetic of a candidate. And it won't sit right in my conscience if I have the knowledge that my appearance can jeopardize someone's decision to vote for you, and I do nothing about it. So…I called up a friend of mine and…told her to make me a new person. A pretty one."

You were already beautiful, he thought to himself. It mattered not how you presented yourself.

Before he could suppress the urge, he was reaching over to your side of the backseat, tucking a lock of your hair that fell loose, obstructing his view of your features. "You deserve so much better than this, sweet mortal," he said softly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers, his heart warming when he saw how you leaned into his touch. "You should be working for an honorable man. A decent man."

The next words to come out of your mouth had him just about ready to carve his heart out with his own dagger and serve it to you on a golden platter. "I am."

"Babes, noooooo," Tasha whined from her end of the video call. "Why are you putting your hair up? The whole fit goes better with your hair down."

You mumbled your answer as incoherently as you could, hoping she'd chalk it off to a bad connection as you fiddled with the half of your hair that was put up in a little gold claw clip.

"What was that, Babes? I didn't quite hear you."

Dammit. "Because he told me he likes it when my hair's not blocking my face, okay?" you answered her with an exaggerated sigh. "Now please tell me my makeup meets your standards because I really don't wanna explain that I lost motion in my right arm from blending my eyeshadow."

"Okay first, your makeup's fine. I'm so proud I'm about to quote that little red cartoon dragon. And second, I can't believe you had the audacity to tell me I had a tin foil hat on, I told you the first day you walked into that briefing room with him that that man couldn't stop himself from looking at you and looking like a heart-eyed emoji. Now you're telling me this? Babes, it's time you accept it. The President has it bad for you, and give it eight to ten months, and you're gonna become First Lady Y/N Laufeyson. In fact I'm so sure of it that 'if I'm wrong, I'll dye my hair puke green. Neon, glow in the dark, puke green."

You let out a frustrated sound that echoed throughout your apartment, stepping back from the phone and showing your friend your choice of clothing for the day, just like you had every morning for the last week. Today it was a dress with puff sleeves, a high neckline with a keyhole and ribbon bow detailing, and an a-line skirt. In President Loki's signature shade of green, of course.

"Looks great, Babes. He's gonna love it."

"Doesn't matter if he likes it, Tasha. The viewers just have to not think I'm ruining his look," you grumbled, stepping out of your phone camera's view to change into the dress.

"Mm hmm, keep telling yourself that, Y/N. Have a good day at work. Try not to ride your boss until after office hours, okay?" You waved her off, ending the call and putting your phone on Silent before you headed off to the White House.

When you got to President Loki's office, he was sat at the edge of his table, hands resting on the lux hardwood surface, and legs spread.

The posture put those unfairly sensual muscular thighs on sluttish display, made worse by the way the fabric of his at least one size too tight slacks stretched and strained over his skin. You had to look away before you dared look closer because you could've sworn you also clocked some tenting between his legs.

"Good morning, sweet little mortal," he greeted you, his voice even more gravelly than usual. Your knees nearly buckled from its effect on you, already feeling the familiar pooling between your legs.

"Good morning, Sir," you answered, already feeling flushed, your breathing a bit deeper and causing an uncomfortable pinch from how bra was pinching against your breasts. "You're up early today…"

"I'm still up, darling. I couldn't sleep. Something was…plaguing my mind."

"Oh?"

He gave you a single nod before raising his hand forward, curling his fingers in a motion that had your feet moving of their own accord toward him. Had you not known any better it was like he cast a spell that summoned you to his side.

But you did know better. He didn't need to cast a spell.

"Closer," he breathed when you were standing two feet in front of him, flicking his gaze down at the space between his legs.

Your heart caught in your throat, your pulse thundering in your ears and pounding so hard you could swear you felt it even at the tips of your toes. Regardless, you obeyed, stepping closer until you stood less than a foot away from him.

"I want you to know you're free to tell me if you wish for me to stop." His words came out strained, like it hurt to say them. "I would never hold it against you. If you do not feel the same I can drop it and we can both simply pretend this never happened."

There's no way, you kept on stubbornly repeating to yourself. Even as he placed his sinfully large hands at your sides, bringing you even closer, so close that you could feel his breath warming your face.

Even as he reached up to remove the clip holding your hair up, weaving his fingers into your hair to hold you in place while his eyes roamed your features, constantly returning to stare at your lips.

The stubborn voice in the back of your head only got silenced once he closed the remaining distance between you, soft lips pressing against your own in a kiss so delicate it was like he thought you were made of porcelain and you would crack at even the slightest touch.

"You can stop me if you feel I've overstepped," he whispered, still close enough that the movement of his lips still faintly ghosted over your own. "I just simply couldn't go another day without telling you--"

You felt the slightest thrill up your spine at the surprised sound that caught in the back of his throat, when you cut him off by giving him a fleeting kiss of your own.

You barely registered the heavy sound of his helmet hitting the tabletop before he pulled you closer, one hand tugging lightly at your hair, the other roaming down your body and working its way under your dress. He grasped at your thigh, letting out a sinful moan when you parted your lips for him and your tongues met in a frantic tangle.

"Do you trust me?" he rasped, catching his breath. He let out a sharp exhale, sounding relieved when you simply nodded your head. He wrapped his hand around the inside of your knee, his other arm wrapping around your waist to lift you up to straddle his lap, knees resting on the edge of the tabletop.

The precarious position had you grasping at his shoulders, leaning into him to keep yourself from keeling over.

He splayed his hand across your back, holding you steady. "I have you, sweet girl." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, kissing his way down your neck until you let out a strangled moan once he'd reached a spot between your neck and shoulder.

You had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation for this. You slept in and you were still in your apartment and now you were about to be late for work. Yup, that was it. You tried to dig your nail into your palm, wincing at the sharp pinch you felt but nothing came of it.

"Agh--" Your nail broke skin, a tiny spot of blood blooming on your palm.

"Darling Y/N, what in the Nine are you doing?" He wrapped his hand around your wrist, running his thumb across your palm, seeing the minuscule wound.

"This is a dream," you mumbled, more to yourself. "I have to wake up."

"Little mortal," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You think this a dream?" You whimpered at the smirk he gave you when you nodded. "So you've dreamed of this before? Of my kiss? My touch?"

Ah what the hell I'm dreaming anyway. "I have. Every night."

"Oh my sweet little mortal." He pressed a kiss to your palm, the pinprick wound suddenly nowhere to be found when he pulled away. "I can assure you…if this is a dream, it is one we share. The things I've wanted to do to you. With you. Now that I know you've wanted this, too, there is very little that can stop me from turning those dreams into reality."

He worked his hand back under your dress, between your legs, fingertips teasingly trailing up the inside of your thigh. He let out a staggering breath when he met the fabric of your panties, drenched with your arousal.

When you began to whimper from his fingers tracing along your slit he pulled you in for another kiss, effectively muffling your moans when he began to circle your clit over your panties. You started to roll your hips into his touch in response, your body already aching for more.

"So deliciously eager," he purred, kissing his way to your ear. "But I'll be needing you to stay alert, darling." You let out a little squeak when his hold tightened around your waist, keeping you from grinding your hips and chasing your own pleasure. "Now tell me what will be on my itinerary for today."

The softly growled order had your mind scrambling, thoughts that usually easily stitched together to form whatever answer he needed suddenly becoming disjointed and lost to the recesses of your consciousness. "Wait what?"

"I'm sure you understand my need for those under my employ to be mentally sharp as a tack. Regardless of my desire and affection for you, sweet mortal, you are still among those people." You arched your back, pressing your chest against his when he moved the fabric of your panties aside, sliding a single finger inside you and moving in long, languid strokes. "However now we could perhaps make our little morning discussions a touch more…interesting."

"You have the p-press briefing at eight and--Ohh fuck!" Your grip on his shoulders tightened when he inserted a second finger and curled them upwards, brushing against a spot that had you letting out the most obscene moan that filled his office.

"Such vulgar words from your lucious lips," he panted, stealing another kiss from you, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away. "Like watching an angel in the midst of corruption. On her pretty little knees for her god." He brushed against the spot with firmer strokes, making you wetter and turning you into a whimpering mess. "Keep going. What comes after the briefing?"

Your mind was spinning trying to recall. You mentally smacked yourself for struggling to remember when you'd just been committing the schedule to memory on your Uber ride here.

"U-Uhm…You have a pre--a prefatory meeting with Morgan Stark at 9:30 to dis--Fucking hell--To discuss free sustainable e-energy to lower class communities." You kept on frantically combing through your memories of your ride over here to recall the rest of the schedule.

"And what else, sweetheart?" He stilled his fingers while pressed on that same spot, lightly ghosting the pad of his thumb over your clit. "You're already doing so well. Finish it so we may move on to more…pleasurable…activities."

He pressed his lips to the base of your throat, the feel of him sucking lightly on the skin driving you near incoherent. "You--You have a meeting with R & B at three. To fi--" You threw your head back and let out a howling moan, his hand tightening on your back to keep you from falling over. "To finalize the contracts for the Department of Defense. And your security detail."

"Not just my security," he grunted, starting to stroke his fingers again. "Yours, too."

That was enough to break through your pleasure-induced haze by a fraction. "Hold on. What? Sir, I don't need--Ohh!" The rest of your words died with an obscene moan when he started flicking his fingers rapidly inside you.

"You're far too valuable for me to not allocate resources to ensure your safety when I can't protect you myself," he explained, peppering kisses across your collarbone. "Is that all for my day, sweet girl?"

"Y-Yes!" you whined, trying desperately to move your hips for even the tiniest bit more friction. "That's everything."

"Excellent." He moved his hand up to hold you by the back of your neck, letting out a sinful groan when he licked into your mouth. "And you'll be joining me in all of those, won't you?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I always want you with me," he murmured against your slips, letting out a moan of his own when he kissed you again, starting to move his fingers faster and pressing his thumb firmly on your clit. "Now come for me, my sweet mortal. My corrupted little angel. Make a mess on your god's fingers."

Your orgasm overtook you as the god moved his hand to your lower back, guiding your movements as you rode out your high, coating his fingers with your release. Your mind was a haze, the sound of his raspy utterances of your name barely hitting your ears. His chest heaved against yours, lips pressing soft kisses to the side of your face while your breathing evened out.

When he pulled his digits out of you, you let out a whiney groan, already feeling the loss of him. The sight of the god placing his fingers in his mouth, his sinfully dexterous tongue lapping up every drop of your juices from his skin, had you squirming in his lap all over again.

"More already?" he teased, pulling you in for another kiss. You could faintly taste yourself on his tongue. "What a beautifully insatiable little mortal you are. It's as if the Norns had made you just for me." His hands freely roamed your back while he kissed his way down your neck, sucking a bruise onto your collarbone. "I've indulged myself in such fantasies of claiming you on every surface of this office. Of every room in this house. I want to lay you down on my desk without a stitch of clothing on you and get drunk on the taste of you."

You could only respond with a faint whimper, images of what he'd described taking up all the space in the forefront of your mind. "Please…"

"I promise you we'll have all the time to make every single one of those debauched fantasies come to life, sweet girl." He kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the table, softly chuckling against your lips when you started to pout at your feet hitting the ground. "But I want our first night together somewhere more intimate. A moment that shouldn't be rushed and stolen between meetings, held in secrecy in my office."

He held your chin delicately between his fingers, keeping you from looking away at him. The mere sight of the near fully blacked out eyes shining with sincerity and held back words was enough to have your knees buckling again.

"Later tonight," he continued. "When everyone's day is over, then our night can begin. I'll bring you to my private quarters and there…" He took a deep breath, a brilliant smile stretching across his face, a real one so starkly different from the practiced smirks he gave the public. "There I will make love to you."

He guided you to take a step back from him, your heart fluttering when he placed a soft kiss to your forehead before conjuring a majestic golden mirror into the room with a flick of his wrist. The image of you visibly disheveled, paired with the smeared lipstick marks all over President Loki's face, had you biting your lip trying to hold back a smile of your own.

You held the undone ribbon of your dress between your fingers. "And here I spent a good ten minutes on this trying to look all perfect," you told him playfully, a fit of giggles finally escaping you when he took the straps from your hands and used them to pull you to him once again, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

"Much as I appreciate the effort and having you look as if you'd gift-wrapped yourself just for me with this lovely little flourish, may I say that it matters not how you dress. You were already perfect the day I first saw you on the campaign floor."

"I was wearing a ratty old sweater from college," you shot back, finding it hard to breathe.

"The color of the sky on a stormy day." He brushed his nose against yours, pressing a soft kiss to the tip. "Turn around. Face the reflection."

When you faced the mirror again, he redid the ribbon exactly as it was when you left your apartment with a wave of his hand, kissing along the side of your face as he put your clip back in your hair.

"There you are, sweetheart," he cooed, nipping at the shell of your ear. "Not a hair out of place." Another wave of his hand and he, too, had returned to his state before you walked into the office. "I'd very much like for you to join me for breakfast."

You answered only with a nod, reaching for his hand.

As he led you down the halls toward the dining room, you sent Tasha a quick text.

About what you said earlier…fingers don't count, right?

A/N: It's finally done! The initial 5 stories goal of Kinktober 2023 are all up and I'm finally going back to writing the series I haphazardly dropped when I decided to write these pieces over a month ago. And I finally have a President Loki story in my little library of works 😳👀

I swear I didn't expect to write such a mega chonker for the first President Loki story but I got all kinds of carried away…so much so that there are scenes that I cut from the final draft that might become drabbles somewhere down the line.

For now though…back to the blorbos of 'one look & they'll know', 'relinquish the crown', 'the final Lady Sharpe', 'let me hear you', 'rules of conduct', 'feels like mine'…and some other not-so-secret projects 😳👀

Ohh…and that bit in the end where he pulls on the ribbons of her dress? This was fully the vibe:

'everything' taglist: @simplyholl @loopsisloops @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @kats72 @kikster606 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @lunarnights95 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th  @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @elizabethmidnight2017 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokidokieokie @superficialdomina @anukulee @kmc1989 @november-rayne @goddessofwonderland @buttercupcookies-blog

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⋆꙳✧༄ Daddy?

❖ Character: Draken

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.3k

❖ Summary: You're upset that Draken is late once again but he reminds you just how much Daddy cares for his little brat.

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, daddy kink, oral (reader receiving), mentions of spanking and breeding, overstimulation, fingering, dacryphilia

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Draken promised that he'd be home early that day after weeks of staying late at his bike shop and you wanted nothing more but to spend time in your lover's arms. The dinner he ordered earlier was long cold when you got dressed to leave the house, making your way over to the d&d shop. No reaction came from the black haired man when you entered the big glass door which caused you to pout as you approached him, no sign of Inupi around. “You're two hours late” you announced with a sad voice, standing only a few steps behind the man who sat on the ground next to a bike. He flinched upon hearing your sad voice, his gaze flickering to the clock on the wall “fuck I completely lost track of time… let me just-” he mumbled, packing up everything right away but nothing could have prepared for the heartbroken face he faced the moment he turned around. Draken moved with quick strides to close the small distance, strong arms wrapping around you and giving you a sense of much needed comfort - making you feel at home. “Did you forget about me?” You asked, almost a sniffle when you looked up at him with those big doe eyes. A long sigh escaped his lips at your question, pondering on the right words to use he eventually looked down to meet your beautiful eyes “of course not, baby. But I need you to be a little more patient okay? I need to lock up first” he answered softly before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead but the pout on your face didn't leave. “You could have also finished on time” you mumbled as you left towards the staff room to plop down on the couch there, impatiently waiting for your fiancé to finish up on his tasks.

You should have known better than to speak your mind as you wandered off, Draken appearing in the door soon after you. “You need your daddy so bad you forgot your manners?” the words seethed out of him, making you sink further into the couch, already knowing what's going to happen next. “Answer me” he hissed, fast steps approaching you and all you could do was squeal out a little “yes” before he was on you already, hungry lips devouring yours in a passionate kiss and his tongue slithering into your mouth to easily dominate yours. Your hands greedily pulled on the overall he already shed halfway, his biceps looking even bigger in the tank top he wore under it. Without wasting more time he took a firm grip on your hands, one of his broad hands enough to hold both your wrists tightly “don't make me tie you up” he warned you with a stern look and you immediately stopped pulling on him and letting him undress you. He almost gasped when he saw that you were wearing his favorite lingerie beneath and his mind could only imagine how upset you waited at home for him, all dolled up and he wanted to take mercy on you, he really did. But the way you bickered on the way to the staff room couldn't go unpunished, simply parting your thighs further and pulling your cute lace panties to the side before biting down on your inner thigh once.

You didn't have time to gasp before you started mewling from his tongue gliding through your damp folds and swirling around your bundle of nerves. It was enough to make you think he wouldn't punish you today because you just missed him so much but you were quickly ripped out of your thoughts when you felt his fingers part your folds slightly to give him better access to your sensitive clit. Soft lips were wrapped around your little pearl before he gently sucked on it, tongue repeatedly spelling his own name onto your bundle of nerves until your hands reached for his braided hair, undoing the braids and pulling on it. “So close daddy… don't stop” you whimpered and could feel him smirk against you. Oh he knew how close you were and he didn't plan on stopping any time soon, wanting you to regret being so greedy and pouting when he didn't immediately drop everything for you. Overstimulating you was his form of punishment - the last thing he wanted to do was to lay a hand on you even though he did consider spanking you for running your mouth like that but making you beg for him to stop after desperately wanting his attention sounded more fun to him.

Your first orgasm washed over you with an intense feeling, toes curling and back arching when he slowed down to let you enjoy it as long as possible. Draken’s tongue eagerly lapped up the juices that escaped your core, the taste melting on his tongue and making him want you even more, dick twitching violently in its tight confines when you pulled more on his hair. The only thing to be heard were squeals and whines when he started flicking your clit again, more violent than before because he knew just how sensitive you were and just as you were about to pull him away another wave of pleasure washed over you, moaning chants of “daddy” as it became too much and you slowly understood that this was your punishment.

Two of his thick fingers entered you with ease, your arousal squelching with each knuckle that pushed past your entrance which made you hold your breath. “You needed daddy so much, hm?” Draken teased when he looked up at you, his smirk growing when he saw your eyes brimming with tears “just one more, you can give me one more, yes?” He asked and peppered kisses along your thighs, making you nod unsure but you wanted to make him happy. “That's my good girl” he praised and began eating you out relentlessly in sync with his fingers massaging your sweet spot. The sudden movements of his fingers made your head spin and the knot in your lower abdomen tightened once more, feeling the rough pads push into your g-spot over and over again and when he started gently suckling on your overstimulated clit it was over, the knot snapping. Your third orgasm hit you unexpectedly, a silent scream erupting from you as your legs tried to close around your lover's head, yet he didn't slow down. Wet tears ran over your cheeks as the orgasm dragged on to a point where it was almost painful but just then he slowed down, allowing you to relax and to calm down as you panted, pathetically wiping the tears from your eyes but they just wouldn't stop coming until he scooped you up into his arms, his large frame looming over you. “Shh it's okay, you did so great for me. My good girl” he cooed, one warm hand cupping your cheek so he could kiss you so lovingly.

The taste of your own arousal started melting on your tongue, taking your mind off the way his heavy cock pressed against your entrance, whining loudly when his vast shaft split you apart, panicked eyes looking for his “you can give daddy one more, hm?” He cooed and his hips thrusted into you so gently it felt like heaven so you nodded “everything for my daddy” you mumbled, losing your mind with each gentle thrust until you were nothing but a babbling mess wrapped around his cock. “That's my pretty baby. Taking me so well” he groaned, lips latching onto your neck as he picked up the pace, mindful to your reactions but the way your cunt fluttered around him let him knew that your fucked out brain wanted nothing more than to be filled up with daddy's hot cum.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet

[cinnamoodles]

what are ur favorite anthony bridgerton five

hi! i'm assuming this says fics, and i am SO HONOURED that you trust me to recommend my favourite fics to you!

first up… the amazing and fantastic @fayes-fics, one of THE MOST skilled writers alive. she never misses!

some of my personal favs from her are:

➥ a beneficial arrangement [ ⭐️ ]

a marriage pact with a viscount. what could possibly go wrong?

➥ rescue and ruin

anthony rescues something for you… and it will likely lead to your ruin.

➥ the friends+ series

modern AU. series of fics that feature anthony & journalist!reader’s burgeoning relationship.

those are just a few of my favorites, but READ HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST! you will not regret it, promise.

secondly, a series of fics by the wonderfully talented @rubysunnday, and once again, be sure to read all of her masterlist!

➥ take my hand

as much as y/n appreciates anthony’s matchmaking efforts, it’s hard to accept them when he’s the only man she wants. luckily for her, a fall in the lake allows her to voice her feelings in more ways than one

➥ a long, long time

y/n has waited a long, long time for anthony bridgerton to finally decide to get married. but by the time he finally decides to find a wife, y/n has run out of time and anthony is suddenly faced with losing her to someone else.

➥ it’s a bad idea, me and you [ ⭐️ ]

y/n was ready to give her entire heart to anthony bridgerton. only for him to shove her aside in favour for sienna rosso. but, now, sienna is gone and despite what y/n keeps telling herself - anthony truly does own her heart.

now, for the queen of the modern!anthony au, @eleanor-bradstreet! some of my favorites from her are…

➥ gala

you attend a charity gala with your boss who really is too much trouble in a tux.

➥ locked out

when you find yourselves locked out of your house in the middle of the night, anthony has some ideas for how you can kill time.

➥ take me instead [ ⭐️ ]

you and anthony find yourselves in the middle of a bank robbery on an ill-fated day.

next we have @colettebronte, BRIDGERTON SMUT AUNTIE HERSELF WOOO!

(warning, these fics are VERY mature, and include BDSM and other possibly triggering material).

➥ rise and breathe

newly arrived back in london after a long journey across the mediterranean sea, you encounter a pathetically drunk viscount bridgerton the night he is rejected by sienna rosso. after a sobering morning on all counts, you sense that he is indeed lost and in need of a new purpose and direction. through submission and service, he may just find it.

➥ what (who) are you doing on new year’s eve?

a mysterious benefactor invites you to ring in the New Year with them.

➥ kinktober day ten: blindfolded

your tenth evening with your client. day ten for kinktober. I’m going with two prompts tonight, blindfolded and massage.

finally, we have some individual fics that stole my heart.

➥ diamonds and pearls by @multiharlot

diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in your marriage.

➥ enamoured by @dreamwritesimagines

everything you heard about matters of heart and desire told you the same thing; love could lead to heartbreak at best and disastrous results at worst. yet, you were convinced that everyone was wrong. they had to be, because love was supposed to make everyone happier, no confusion or pain in sight. regardless of how naive it sounded, you were sure that you were ready to fall in love and lose yourself in the infamous bliss. that assumption right there was a terrible mistake, though. you were nowhere near ready.

➥ right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch

you and anthony have been in love with one another from the moment you met, but it seems as though nothing will ever happen between you. after you catch the attention of another gentleman, he realizes perhaps it's time to finally do something about his feelings.

➥ right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

the only way he could rationally find a suitable wife was by removing love from the equation all together. courtship was game of jumping through hoops he really did not want to play, and he was a viscount. surely there would be a father with a more than suitable daughter he could simply ask for your hand and get it. or the one where your arranged marriage with anthony bridgerton isn’t a loving marriage… until it is.

➥ melt away by @healmydesires

the night you give your love and body to your husband.

➥ sham, pride, and illicit affairs by @peeterparkr

or, the story of how you rejected his proposal because you once loved him.

➥ enchanted by @imthebadguyyy

you and anthony don’t need words to converse.

➥ better man by @midnightfictionlibrary

anthony must rectify his rakish ways and wed, but he has a lot to think over if he doesn’t want to lose his dearest friend forever. 

➥ no longer in denial by @iwritefandomimagines

anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his “best friend”. benedict decides he is fed up of anthony’s denial, and takes matters into his own hands — by inciting jealousy from his older brother.

➥ the language of flowers by @cinnamoodles (shameless self plug)

you and anthony have been friends for as long as you can remember, but what happens when his world turns upside down? will he open his heart and let the woman silently pining for him in?

AHH ok that was it, and these are the bridgerton fics i love with all of my soul. thank you so much for your ask, it was so nice to see all these wonderful fics again.

xo, lottie !

[little-diable]

Kinktober Day 29 – Alfie Solomons

Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

🩶 Day 29 🩶 praise

Warnings: 18+, oral (f), outdoor

Alfie Solomons x fem!reader (900 words)

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

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“Mhm, my pretty flower, I could get used to this sight.” Alfie’s voice filled the afternoon air, forcing her eyes to flutter open, flickering towards his smiling features. (Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle at her husband, shaking her head as she stretched her hand out for him to take.

“Don’t act as if you haven’t seen me sit out here before, Alfie. But maybe if I’d see you around here more often you’d get to enjoy me some more.” He bent down to press a kiss to her lips, swallowing the sound of her giggles. Alfie’s beard scratched her skin as he deepened the kiss, unable to bite down his satisfied hum. 

The sun was burning from the sky, filling both with heat, a comforting sensation that made their hearts beat calmly, relishing in the silence the calm July afternoon offered them. Before she could even try to part from her husband, (y/n) felt his hands fumble with the fabric of her dress, fingers tapping her waist.

“You’re right, doll, yeah, I should be home more often. I’ve missed my wife, can I get a taste?” His raspy voice left her shuddering in anticipation, body covered in goosebumps. He sank to his knees, kneeling on the blanket (y/n) was sitting on, pushing her back down before she could respond. 

The fabric of the blanket left (y/n) feeling comfortable and protected as Alfie shifted around, forcing the fabric of her dress up to her waist, pulling her undergarments down her legs before he nestled between her thighs, “Look at you, such a pretty cunt, how could I ever let you out of my sight, huh?”

The praises leaving Alfie made her gasp, unable to speak up, unable to ask if he really wanted to do this out here, in their garden. All she could do was moan, hands fisting the fabric of the blanket to try and stay grounded. Her heart was racing, blood rushing, toes being forced to curl as Alfie’s breath met her exposed cunt.

“You’re dripping, doll, you love when I praise you, don’t you? You love being good for me.” A breathy “I do” left (y/n), a sound that was interrupted by a gasp as Alfie plunged two fingers into her tightness, spreading her walls. It had been days since Alfie had last touched her like this and yet her body couldn’t help but welcome his fingers, finding pleasure in the stretch of her walls, in the feeling of his fingertips nudging her swollen spot.

With the sun burning down on her features, (y/n) felt herself growing warmer, making sweat pearl on her forehead, body begging her to get rid of her other clothes. She knew that this was only the beginning, that he would take her up to their bedroom after he was done with preparing her for his cock. 

“Fuck, Alfie, want your mouth, please.” Alfie’s chuckles left her cheeks burning, unable to pay attention to the smirk he wore on his lips as his tongue brushed through her folds, collecting drops of her arousal. He moaned against her cunt, sucked on her pulsing bundle of nerves as he kept fucking her with his thick, ringed fingers. The gold clinging to his skin felt cool against her heat, making a whirlwind of different sensations thump through her veins. 

He ate her out with his eyes focused on her features, sure that this was the most beautiful sight his eyes ever got to take in, a masterpiece ancient painters have longed to create, though unable to succeed in doing so. She was his end and his beginning, making him feel reborn whenever she graced him with her moans clawing through her.

“Alfie,” the call of his name made him chuckle against her, enjoying that she was already close to letting go, that she was about to cum around his fingers any moment now. His fingers picked up their pace, mouth latching onto her clit, once again leaving her to arch her back off the blanket.

“Let go for me, pretty darling, my beautiful wife, I got you.” With another breathy moan leaving her, (y/n) came around his fingers, eyes rolling back into her head, fingernails about to claw holes into the fabric of the blanket. He lazily fucked her with his fingers for a few more seconds before he pulled away, moving up her body to press a soft kiss to her lips. Alfie looked at her for a few more seconds before he rose to his feet, hand stretched out for her to take, set on guiding her to their shared bedroom.

[lightofthemoonglow]

Hello! I don't know if u are taking asks so feel free to ignore this. But like.. have u have thought of that one scene where Carly is getting chased down by bo (the church scene) and then gets dragged to the gas station... That but with Y/N... Like she's noticed that bo has been quite flirtatious with her since the beginning.. calling her pretty and what not.. so as a last resort.. yeah they basically fuck lmao

this is also gonna be kinktober day 22!

Lolicon & Shotacon | Intercrural Sex | Bondage

You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen around here in a long, long time, miss.

Bo had sounded believable. Sweet, but not cloying. Charming without being strange. At least at first. But things had begun to shift, as they tended to do in Ambrose. One by one, your friends had vanished. Until it was just you, the last woman standing, who was clearly in over your head.

The tape practically screams in the silence of the room as he binds your wrists to the chair, your fingers holding on to what you could in a death grip. Your mouth is uncovered, you’re gasping for air as much as you can, writhing the best that you can. “Please…I’ll do anything,” you whimper, something you’re sure that he’s heard a dozen times.

But he stops, Bo’s cold gaze practically boring into your soul as you look up at him, wide eyed and needy, legs falling open as you look up at him. Your makeup has run down your cheeks, your shirt is half ripped and your thighs twitch, as if you want to spread your legs. Bo grins as he tweaks an erect nipple, which makes you whine despite how utterly terrified you are.

“You promise, sweet thing?” He runs his thumb along your lower lip, almost pinching it before he pulls back. Undoing his belt quickly, he grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. “Think you can take it, baby?” His grin is predatory, his eyes full of life as he moves between your legs, letting you get a good view of him. He’s hard, it practically twitches despite nothing touching it. He’s thick, the head is a deep, angry red, a pearl of pre-cum at the tip.

After you nod, Bo spits in his palm, getting the head of his cock wet before he reaches under your skirt and rips your panties away, shoving most of himself in at once, making you scream as your entire being is overwhelmed with sensation. He’s too big, at least at first. His fingers expertly manipulate your clit, making you wail and kick as he fucks you so deeply that you’ll feel it in your bones for days.

“Maybe I’ll keep you, sweet thing,” Bo whispers as he fills you with his cum, making you moan helplessly, nodding in barely there agreement.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 29 (Breathplay)

Kink: Breath Play

Pairing: Male!Octomerman x Male!Reader

Other kinks: Choking, Gagging, Tentacles

Warnings: Non consensual, Implied kidnapping, Mind Break

Word Count: 1057 words

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: In the true spirt of halloween I got too drunk last night and forgot to queue this piece up. But can y'all believe were almost done with Oct/Kinktober?!! I'm gonna miss it (´；Д；`) But I still have 2 more days of smut just for y'all! Have fun~

“Aww, does that feel good?”

Muffled moans echoe across cavern walls, broadcasting shame and ecstasy down to the underwater entrance. At least it could act as a warning, tell others that no matter how tempting those pearls and jewels look, stay away.

If you couldn’t help yourself, you could at least help others.

“Oh, I guess thats as close to as a ‘yes’ I’ll get.” A long, purple nail trrails down the side of your cheek, opal eyes admiring the bulge his tentacle makes shoved down your throat. “Considering your mouth is otherwise…” Mortimer giggles, laughing at his own stupid joke, “...preoccupied.”

You wish you could bite down, sink your teeth into this gummy flesh and make him bleed. But the tentacles so big, so deep down your mouth that you can barely move your jaw. It doesn’t help that you have another shoved up your ass and another stroking your cock, thoroughly twisting your thoughts and inebriating your brain. Tears run tracks down the side of your face and it takes all you can to just focus your eyes, nerves alight with treacherous pleasure.

“But I do like that voice of yours.” Mortimer taps his chin, a thoughtful pout on his face. “Hmm, decisions, decisions.” He twists a lock of his hair between his fingers, coiling the white curls as he ponders. Then he snaps his fingers.

“Ooh, I know!”

The tentacle slithers out of your mouth and it takes everything you have to not gag around it, instead scrambling to get a full breath. But that tentacle doesn’t move far, coiling around your neck, though not constricting as you think.

Your throat bobs agaisnt the slick muscle and you can see Mortimer shutter, his tentacles shaking as he watches your chest heave.

“Yes, yes, I think this will be perfect.”

Before you can mutter a “fuck you” the tentacle in your ass starts moving at a brutal pace. You squeak, biting down hard on your lip as the tentacle around your cock squeezes hard, circling your glands and sending shockwaves up your abdomen. After what must be hours of teasing back and forth, your body accepts the pleasure no problem, despite how your conscious protests.

Mortimer continues to watch, a smug grin on his face, the kind that should have a pit forming in your stomach. But the slow climb of your orgasm has you preoccupied, hips jerking into the smooth touch of the tentatcles, trying to chase it down. Maybe you’ve convinced yourself that when you come, this’ll be over. That you’ll wake up from this sex nightmare and be done with this.

Almost, almost-

The tentacle around your neck constricts, a shock across your sense. Your sure your eyes bulge out of their sockets, taken aback by the sudden lack of oxygen. They wander to Mortimer, who has a wicked smile on his face.

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.

There are spots across your vision, blood rushing to your face, but the pleasure doesn't go away. No, if anything you’re more aware of the tentacle pressing against your prostate, or the other massaging your balls. It feels…good?

Your noose relaxes, delicious oxygen flowing back to your brain as you gasp, trying to process what just happens.

You were so close!

“My my, now that is a pretty face.” Mortimer’s manicured hands cup your jaw, thumb running across the apple of your cheeks. “I think it might be my favorite of yours, dearie.” Mortimer licks his lips, eyes darting down to your bobbing throat, still encircled by his tentacle.

All you can do is whine, tentacle back to brutalizing your insides while the other plays with your slit. That ascent is almost there again, tightening the coil in your belly.

Mortimer must see it, because his smile grows wide and that tentacle constricts once more. Even prepared your brain still sets into a panic, nervous signals shooting down your body. They tingle, setting your skin buzzing, tightening that coil. It's almost like when your leg goes numb and you try to flex your feelings back into it. It hurts, sort of, but it’s a good sort of pain.

Please, please.

You whine, producing a keening sound from your chest. You’re so fucking close.

The tentacle relaxes. As oxygen rushes into your mouth, so does disappointment.

Damn it, what is happening?

“Isn’t this nice?’ Mortimer laughs, admiring your delirious face. “To just relax, let someone else take the lead once in a while?” Mortimer sits up, propping himself on some tentacles so you’re face to face, noses almost touching. “One squeeze and I decide if you breathe or not. So much easier than putting that silly, unconscious mind behind it.”

Your voice chokes in your throat. A million hateful thoughts brew on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t even imagine what they might sound like. All you want is closure, to finally hit that high and ride it out.

Please.

“What was that?” Mortimer taunts, leaning in for good measure.

“Ple-” You cough, throat desert dry, almost fighting to produce any noise. “Please.”

“Please what?”

No objections come to your mind, no thought of dignity or pride.

“Please, choke me.”

Mortimer’s joy is palpable, crawling up his face, shining in his jewel-like eyes. He steals a sloppy, passionate kiss, pulling away with saliva dripping down his jaw.

“Okay.”

He winks, the last clear slight before the tentacle constricts once more. The corner of your vision fades into black and you feel your face grow hot with blood. But none of it matters, because it feels so good.

Your body unconsciously chokes and gasps, fighting for air. Your cock twitches in his tentacles, your asshole clenching around the offending muscle. Your skull feels stuffed with cotton, your stomach dropping as you finally near climax, finally tasting salvation.

“Aah!” You pant out, hips spasming as your cock spurts out jets of cum, decorating Mortimers tentacles.

It's with your sweet release that oxygen rushes back to your brain, the tentacle uncompelling from your neck and sliding down your chest, petting you like a prized animal.

Your head lolls forward, unconsciousness brimming in the base of your skull. It may be the oxygen deprivation, it may be the overstimulation, you don’t care. You’re tired.

A calloused palm caresses your cheek.

“Yes, what a pretty face indeed.”

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕

week 1 - day 1 - kinktober - dry humping and praising - cop boyfriend steve rogers x girlfriend reader.

warning - dry humping and praising

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

The door thuds open, “honey! I’m home!” Steve calls out as he shrugs off his leather jacket. He hears small faint feet running in his direction before a body tackles him, covering his face in kisses. “Stevie!” He’s met with the smiling face of his girlfriend, her deep red lips stretched, matching the cute little pearls wrapped around her neck.

The small white sundress she adorned fitted her curves perfectly, the sunlight from the windows hitting her perfectly, making her look like a goddess in Steve’s eyes.

His eyes trail down her body, pulling her close to him before placing a deep kiss on her lips. “I missed you” she grabs his hands, dragging him to the kitchen. “I made your favourite, Stevie.” She pushes him onto the chair before bringing a plate of food over. Squealing when Steve pulls her onto his lap, he places a kiss on the side of her neck.

“Thank you, baby.” 

They eat and chat before deciding to sit down and watch a movie. Y/n looks at Steve with wide eyes, her eyes skimming down his body, admiring the uniform he hasn’t changed out of yet. She nibbled on her bottom lip, her gaze zeros in on his thighs.

She licks her lips at seeing his prominent bulge, the slacks too tight against his built form, trailing her eyes back up her boyfriend’s body, eyes meeting dark ones. 

Steve pats his thigh, and his girlfriend giddily hops onto his lap. Facing the television while Steve uses the remote to look for the perfect horror movie, both settle on Friday the 13th.

As they get comfortable, falling into a peaceful silence. Eyes focused on the screen, Steve’s hand lies on Y/n’s thigh. Softly squeezing at first as he feels her throbbing against him, his free hand slides up her back before resting behind her neck, softly squeezing before starting to run his fingers through her hair.

Steve can feel her throb even more as he tugs on her hair. His soft, gruff voice fills the room, almost startling her. “Baby.” Her eyes are closed as he plays with her hair, and she hums in response. Steve softly grips her chin, turning her face in his direction, her eyes half-lidded, full of desire.

“Can I get a kiss?” He pouts his plump pink lips, watching her eyes stay glued to them, her mouth opening slightly. Moving her head closer to his, their eyes somewhat close as their lips connect, moving sensually with one another, Y/n turns around entirely in his lap, hands on his chest as the kiss deepens.

Steve’s hand grips her face softly as they continue to make out. Her hips start to move, grinding against his bulge. Her hands move to the back of his neck, digging her fingers into the bottom of his hair, tugging them, curling them, deepening the kiss as she becomes more enhanced by the kiss.

Steve wraps his arms around Y/n’s body, holding her close and grinding up into her core.

The kiss becomes messy. The red lipstick once worn by the woman has now spread across both faces, lips bitten, turned swollen and red. Small moans slip from their mouths, her dress flows around them, her panty-covered core placed directly onto her boyfriend’s bulge.

Clit rubbing perfectly against his zipper, pleasure shoots through her body, lips disconnect as Steve groans, head falling back, eyes half-lidded as he feels himself go in a daze.

“You feel so good, baby. You’re so good to me, always treating me right.” Y/n runs her hands through Steve’s hair, staring into each other’s eyes. He feels his cock twitch at her words, her lips connecting with his again as she grinds. Hands roam his body as she starts to lose control.

“So good, baby. I love you so much. So-so good, oh- you’re my good, baby.” Steve’s eyes close, hand placed on the back of her head as he kisses her, stealing her breath away. He feels so close, especially when she praises him like that. One hand trails down her body before landing on her hip, pushing her harder onto his lap.

Y/n’s head flies back as she feels her end approaching. Steve leans forward, pressing kisses down her neck and to her collarbone. The hand on the back of her head was now on her breasts, groping them softly before pulling down the front of her dress.

Her breasts free and bounce, nipples pebbled. A moan leaves her mouth as Steve takes a nipple into his mouth, his hand tweaking and pulling the other. Y/n’s pussy clenches, knickers drenched. His thigh wholly soaked from her arousal, Y/n mewls out as she reaches her end.

She spasms, letting out sweet noises as she cums.

Nails digging into her boyfriend’s arms, his eyes watch as she lets go. Cock throbbing inside his slacks, she leans forward, head in his neck as she tries to catch her breath. Steve still moves her hips against him before her sweet voice breaks the silence.

“Use me, Officer.”

If it were possible, his cock would be harder. Flipping them over, he lies on top, spreading Y/n’s legs open, her knickers on view, slick covered thighs, everything thoroughly drenched.

He groans as he can see the outline of her pussy through the soaked piece of clothing. He leans down, pressing his whole body against her body. His bulge pressed roughly against her swollen panty-covered cunt. Steve presses his lips against hers and rubs his cock against his tiny girlfriend’s cute little pussy.

His uniform slacks are thoroughly soaked in her juices, his arms wrapped around her small form. Burying his face into her neck as he feels himself cum. Sinking his teeth into her flesh, and as moans fall from their mouths, his tip spurts a thick amount of cum into his boxers.

A shuddery breath escapes them both, and Y/n can feel herself throb. She was still feeling incredibly needy, especially for the beefy man on top of her. Whines start to leave her mouth as she grinds herself against Steve's massive cock, wanting more. Steve can feel himself harden as his needy little girlfriend rubs her pussy against him.

He leans back, holding himself up by his elbows, looking down at Y/n while grinding back into her. 

He places a sloppy kiss on her lips, “ready for more, baby?” Y/n lets out pathetic whimpers, nodding her head rapidly. Eyes fucked out and completely drunk off of the euphoria.

thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed my first fic for kinktober!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[misspearly1]

Day Nineteen: Titty Fucking - Pero Tovar

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WC: 2.4k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established Relationship. Playfighting + Tickling. Smut. Titty Fucking. Oral. (M Receiving) Dirty talk & Degrading remarks (Pero calls reader a slut). Praising kink. Daddy Kink (Reader calls Pero Papi). Hints of breeding kink. Mentions of wanting kids. AN: Oh, I've been looking forward to this fic! I've never wrote anything regarding titty fucking before, but I enjoyed it. I hope you do too, my loves.

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It seems uncanny to peg Pero Tovar as the sweet and playful type. Not many would agree. They would agree that his personality matches the cold and ruthless skill he has when wielding a sword but suppose all it really took for that sweet side of him to come out and play was the right woman. And you are that woman. 

Two years ago, Pero laid the sword down and bought a little cottage with you on the outskirts of a village in his motherland, and life since then has been good to you both. There isn’t a need to steal or kill to make a living anymore. You’ve settled down in a place that’s home; that you and Pero have made a home. He works at the local butchers, and you work from home, sewing and knitting the day away to sell clothing to the villagers for extra coins. 

It's a good life that you both live, and the only downside is that you don’t get to see William as often as you’d like to. He went back to China to be with his one true love Lin Mae, and you miss him dearly, as does Pero, but any day now he is due to return for a visit with Lin and their baby boy. You received word almost twelve months back about the arrival of their firstborn and their plans to come for a visit when he turns one. 

Meanwhile, you and Pero have been keeping yourselves busy by prepping day and night for their visit. The cottage you bought is small; two bedrooms, one bath, kitchen and dining areas, then the living room with big open fields all around the outside. You’ve been preparing by working on an extension. It wasn’t easy. Gathering the money for materials was difficult, but you both made ends meet and have been working hard every day. 

Now your cottage is double the size it once was. It’s spacious enough to fit two families inside and more. Outback is where all of your crops are, fenced off and protected, but out front is just big open plains of land for the eyes to enjoy for miles and miles. You and Pero are in the big open fields this evening, catching a break under the shade of a large oak tree after completing all the finishing touches for William and his family's arrival. 

“We did a good job, right amor?” The man asks while gazing across the land, his fingers rubbing circles on your arms across his chest as you cuddle him from behind. As much as you love to feel his brute strength pressed against your back in a hug, nothing beats the sight of seeing Pero physically melt when you lay behind him like this, embracing him instead. 

“Of course, we did a good job,” You tut lightly, as if disgusted with his question, though the warm smile on your lips betrays you. “Did you knock your head today and forget that we did?” You joke, eliciting the man’s body to shake with a soft chuckle escaping him as he shakes his head. Upon feeling the ambience change with high spirits, you ask another question. “Are you satisfied that we did a good job, Pero?” 

“Si bebita - I am.” He takes a long inhale of air and exhales breathily with a smile, though you were feeling playful and decided to stir him up a little. “Very well then,” You conclude with a berated tone. “Doubt loves to eat, so don’t feed it. Ok mister?” 

“Ok, señorita (ok, miss).” Pero laughs and tilts his head to look at your face, amusement of your words and tone of voice evident in his expression. He liked the authority in your tone; liked your cute attempt to be strict with him. “Chica mandona hoy. Me gusta (bossy girl today. I like it).”

“Oh, did you just call me bossy?” You gasp exaggeratedly, eyes widening like you were insulted. “I’ll show you bossy, Pero Tovar.” Darting your fingers to his ribcage, you tickle his skin and laugh at the way his body instantly reacts by jerking away from your touch. The man reaches for your hands through a rage of uncontrollable laughter, but you’re too quick for him and change direction. 

Prodding your fingers into his armpits now, your cheeks burn with merriment at the sweet giggly sounds he makes. “Fallarme! (Fuck!)” He yells with a smile, his beautiful brown eyes sparkling with hilarity from your actions, but you were getting too ahead of yourself, and it quickly became too much for him. Pero grabbed your hands swiftly and started to move, no doubt to get you back, but you were just as quick at escaping him. 

“No! I’m sorry!” You bark out a meaningless apology while crawling away from the tree trunk. You weren’t sorry at all for tickling him, you were just saying sorry in hopes that he'll show some mercy. Which he doesn’t. Just as quick as you made a dash for it, Pero turns and grabs your ankle, pulling you back to him.

“Oh no you don’t. Get back here.” He growls with laughter, “chica tonta (silly girl). You want to mess around, huh?” Yanking you around to lay on your back, he was forceful with his actions but not hurtful, though it sparked sexual excitement to run its course through your body and straight to your core. You like it when he gets playfully rough. 

The man enacted his revenge, tickling all of your most sensitive areas and taking pleasure in the way you squealed with laughter for him to stop. He didn’t of course, but he instead opted to drag it out as long as he could, watching your pretty face burn with joyous giggles as you fought him, which therefore only made it worse as Pero fought back. What started off as an innocent play between you and your beloved, quickly became something filthy and vulgar. 

Pero was tickling you, but he had moved up your body and carefully distributed his weight onto your stomach to pin your arms above your head when suddenly, he became aroused with thought. The tickling stopped, thankfully, but you saw him looking down at your breasts from above with a fiery look in his eyes. He thought about how perfectly his cock would fit between them. The man even tilted his head with a crooked brow, picturing the sight in his mind. 

“Oh no. I recognise that look, mister.” You scold, acting like you're not happy with that look you’re all too familiar with. Not only can you see Pero eyeing your breasts up and down, but you can see a tent starting to grow in his slacks too. He’s thinking dirty, and you love that he is. In fact, the man is thinking so hard with a smirk on his lips that he didn’t even hear what you said. 

“A penny for your thoughts, mi amor?” You ask, speaking a little louder this time in an effort to actually penetrate his dirty mind. Pero snaps out of it and looks up into your eyes, the irises expanding with lust as he smiles bashfully for being called out. “Just thinking about how beautiful you are, cariño.” He replies with a truth to disguise what’s really on his mind. 

“Hm. Care to elaborate Tovar?” You tease him skilfully. “I don’t believe that’s what you were thinking about.” You wanted to know what he was thinking about your breasts. You saw the look in his eyes, see it every day as a matter of fact. The man loves your boobs and will play with them at every given chance. If you were to choose only one weapon to defeat Pero Tovar, then that would be your breasts as they always manage to render him weak in the knees. 

“No?” Pero raises both brows and smirks at your question to know exactly what he was thinking about. He’d love to share, love to enact his dirty minded thoughts, but it’s something new for him and for you. But when you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding all innocent and sweet-like, it only fuels those sudden desires to slot his dick between plush breasts. 

“I want to put my cock right here-” He points to the middle of your chest, “-and fuck your tits until I come, querida.” 

“Oh, Pero.” You pout and bat your eyelashes, wiggling your upper body purposely so your boobs jiggle for him. “Why didn’t you just say so?” You ask rhetorically, then gaze at him with big doe eyes, the man's chest rising and falling heavily with your interest in the idea. He thought you’d shoot him down, but apparently not. You saw the way his eyes lit up; saw the way he was taken aback by your answer to what he wants to do, and you couldn’t help but find it so sexy to see him surprised and aroused that you want this too. “Well, what are you waiting for-” You lick your lips slowly, speaking with a seductive tone. “Fuck my tits, papi.” 

“Dios mío! (oh my God!)” He chokes out a grunt, brows pulling together as his cock twitches inside his pants. “Say that again.” He moans - actually moans. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, it was just for fun, you didn’t know he would actually like the term ‘papi’, but now that you know he does, you intend to use it more often. 

“Fuck my tits.” You moan too, breathily and wanton, brows contorting with bliss. “Fuck my tits until you come papi, please.” Your pleading sends the man over the edge, makes him growl and release the beast inside. Primal urges buried deep within the man are brought up to the surface with your sweet voice calling him that one word. It brings out the urge to pump you full every day until you're round and plump with his baby. 

“Ay, carajo (Holy shit).” Pero curses, removing one of his hands from your wrists to palm his aching bulge. “Ok bebé. Te follaré las tetas. (Ok, baby. I will fuck your tits).” He opens his pants and free his cock, licking the palm of his hand before pumping him length. “Open your shirt, hermosa. Go on, good girl.” You blush from the praise. Doing as you're told and popping the buttons on your shirt open; your breasts spill out with your nipples hardening as they’re exposed to the cool evening breeze. 

“Pero.” You whine, hearing him grunt from above as he fucks his fists. “You too. Take your shirt off, sexy.” Licking your lips with the request, you reach out and take hold of his cock while he pulls his shirt over his head. He moans out from the unexpected touch, stomach tensing as rolls his hips into your strokes. “Allow me, mi futura esposa (my future wife).” He looks down at you, moving your hands to the side of your tits. “Hold them here for me, like this.” 

“Si Pero.” You sigh breathily, still doing as you're told like a good girl. He leans down to spit on his cock, then spits between your breasts before you push them together. “Open that slut mouth too.” He growls, placing his hand atop of yours before notching the tip of his cock inside the little pocket your boobs were creating. You smirk at the man then open your mouth for him, your throaty moans escaping you as he rolls his hips forward. 

“There you go, that’s it.” He rewards you with his words after you suck the tip of him when it breaches through the other side. He didn’t even have to tell you. Picking up his pace and panting with each thrust, Pero slips one of his hands around the back of your head, helping you meet his actions halfway as his orgasm begins to build. “It’s so soft, cariño.” He babbles brokenly, voice cracking with his throat becoming dry. “Merida! Your tits are so soft… And warm…That tongue. It’s so wet. Don-shit! Don’t stop.” 

“I… wouldn’t… dream of… it.” You reply between each thrust, taking the tip of him in your mouth each time with a swirl on your tongue. The noises you made were obscene, the gasps and moans reaching his ears working to push him closer and closer to the edge. You loved seeing him like this above you; loved seeing the way his face transforms as he loses himself. His movements became sloppy, laboured and ragged, chasing his high as he drank in your beauty with his eyes. 

“Te amo (I love you).” He hisses, jaw clenching as his brows pulls together. His peak is nearing. You can tell. Watching the muscles in his biceps flex as he grabs your boobs bruisingly, you moan out from the contact. “In my mouth.” You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Come in my mouth.” 

“My pleasure, bonita (beautiful).” Pero replies, his mouth falling open into the shape of an ‘o’ as his hips stutter. You open your mouth, holding his line of sight through half lidded eyes seconds before hot ropes of his seed spill past your lips. You even stick your tongue out, humming with content as you feel him painting the inside of your mouth with his creamy spend. Audibly gulping his load back, you lick your lips and smile at him. “Thank you, papi.”  

“You don’t know how dangerous that word is, bebita.” He chuckles light-heartedly. Swinging one leg away from your body, he moves down to lay at your side then pulls you to face him. You gaze at him with a smug look on your face, knowing exactly how dangerous that word is and why. “I do know.” You say, self-satisfaction evident in your tone. “I know why calling you papi feels so special.” 

Pero shakes his head, disbelieving that you really know what he wants, but you do. You noticed it a while back when William's letter came through about the birth of his baby and you just thought it was a passing phase. Like a cloud of baby fever overtaking him, but that’s clearly not the case. He wants to be the father of your baby. It wasn’t just a passing phase. He’s thought about it ever since he fell in love with you, and in the last year, he has dreamed every night of burying his cock deep inside your cunt to plant his seed. But you don’t want a baby. 

Well, that’s what he thinks and he’s wrong. You do want a baby, his babies.

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Kinktober #16: Primal Sex/Spitting

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Rain/Dew

Summary: Rain's in heat, and Dew wants to take care of him his own way.

Contains: Rimming, fingering, Rain and Dew both being catty at each other but they're both into it

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"Unholy Father, pearl, I always forget just how wet you get this time of year," Dew coos as he shoves Rain's jeans down over his ass, the door barely shut and locked behind them. "Haven't even touched you and you're fucking soaked."

Rain snarls, tripping over his pants with how desperately he tries to get out of them. "You know it's the heat, jackass. Fucking touch me already."

"I know, I know," Dew says, "So mean when you're needy. Maybe if you were nicer, Rainy, you'd get what you wanted faster."

"I am keeping this in mind for when your cycle hits next and you come crying to me for my knot," Rain snaps, dragging Dew over to his bed, shredding his clothes off of him with sharp claws. Dew's grateful he's wearing old work clothes, nothing he'll complain about missing when the fog of lust fades, especially with what he knows he's about to get to do. It's worth it every time.

"Oh, poor Rainy," he hums, only a little condescendingly. "Does it hurt, baby?"

Rain whirls around to glare at him, eyes flashing cerulean. "Does it hurt?" he scoffs, snatching Dew's wrist and pulling him closer. Dew glares up at him, gaze unwavering. They've done this song and dance before. "You know how a heat feels, dipshit. It fucking hurts when you're not touching me. Fucking touch me already."

"Yes, princess," Dew scoffs, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Get on your hands and knees for me, I'll make you feel real good."

Rain rolls his eyes, but complies. "Fucking finally," he whispers, tail hitched up over his lithe hip. Dew can't help it as his mouth waters at the sight of his mate putting himself on display, hole slick and dripping down his taint and balls, his cock already spurting globs of precum without having been touched once. Water ghouls, former water ghouls included, get wet.

"Wanna taste you, lick that pretty hole until you cry," Dew says, grabbing Rain's tail and pulling his hips back. Rain keens, reaching back to swat at Dew's hand with his claws unglamoured.

"Put your fucking cock in me, Dewdrop, I swear to fucking Belial, or so help me, when you go into heat- mmmph!" Rain cuts himself off with a low groan as Dew kneels behind him, ducking down and licking a stripe up from his balls to the base of his tail, lapping up slick as he goes.

"Oh, froggy," Dew coos, licking his lips as Rain cranes his neck to look back at him. "I'll take whatever torment you want to give me when it's my turn. I'll even do it without complaining. Just let me eat you out. It'll feel good, pearl, promise."

"Fine," Rain huffs, settling down on his elbows, sticking his ass higher in the air in invitation. "Eat me out."

Dew doesn't have to be told twice. He pulls Rain's tail again, the water ghoul sputtering out a moan as he yanks at the sensitive appendage, and Dew dives in, licking and sucking at Rain's ass.

Rain keens, pushing his hips back further against Dew's tongue, the tip prodding at his entrance, lapping up the slick.

"Fuck," Dew pants when he pulls away, spitting saliva and slick back down on Rain's hole. His hips jolt, Dew's spit much hotter than his core temperature, the saliva almost burning hot. "You taste so good, pearl," he groans, pushing the glob of spit into his hole as he slips two fingers inside, finding no resistance.

Rain cries out, pushing his hips back against Dew's hand, so those spindly fingers slide in up to the third knuckle. Dew tsks, licking over the rim of his hole. "Greedy," he admonishes, "But I know, baby, that's just the heat talking. You need to be filled up, don't you?" he asks, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out, purposefully ignoring the spot he knows will make Rain gush.

But Rain's a smart ghoul, even under the throes of his heat, and he's quick to pick up what's going on. He turns, craning his neck to look at Dew, snapping his teeth like a dog. "Dewdrop. Fucking give it to me."

"I know it's your heat that's making you mean, froggy," Dew coos, stroking at Rain's inner walls, delighting as he clenches down around him. "I just need you to remember your manners, baby. I'll give it to you when you say please for me. I know you can do it. You make me do it all the time, in heat or not."

"Dewdrop," Rain snarls, shoving his hips back onto his hand, trying to make Dew hit the right spots himself.

"Ah-ah," Dew tuts, removing his fingers entirely. They glisten, strands of slick connecting them. He can't help himself, shoving his fingers into his own mouth, sucking them clean. "I won't give you anything until you ask nicely for it. I know you can, Rainy."

"And if I don't?" Rain questions, shoving his hips back in a desperate search for friction. "What then?"

Dew shrugs, wiping his saliva covered fingers off on the blanket. They'll have to do laundry later anyways. Water ghouls. "I don't have to do this, you know, Rainy. I have better things I could be doing."

They both know that's a lie. Rain shudders, slumping down against the mattress, even though he knows the threat is empty. "Dewey," he breathes, voice muffled against the blankets. He grabs big handfuls, whiteknuckling the sheets, and Dew makes a mental note to get the tin of sewing supplies from Mountain's room once Rain's heat breaks. "Dewey," Rain whispers again.

"You know what to say, froggy," Dew coos, running a warm hand up Rain's spine soothingly, resting it right in between his shoulder blades, his skin clammy and cool to the touch. "It's one word, baby. Just need you to say one word and I'll give you everything you need."

Rain lets out a sob into the blanket. "Dewey, please."

Dew grins, not as sharklike as Rain does, not quite water anymore, but hungry all the same. "Good boy."

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remote consults behind enemy lines [kinktober 2023: formal wear…and role play(?)]

See the full Kinktober 2023 Collection here! 'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: 2020, during the filming of Loki Season 1

Summary: You casually reveal that you consulted on costume design for another supersuit, leading to an unexpected reaction from your boyfriend

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't u dare even try me); kinda public sex; unprotected p in v; role play; clothed sex; language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship; Reader's wearing a dress; Tom's wearing Loki's coronation armor; mango namedrop (i couldn't resist 🤣)

This was absolute torture in the most devilishly delicious way. Sitting in front of the monitor and watching your boyfriend acting out a scene wherein Loki was about to step in to the role of Crown Prince of Asgard because Thor had "gone missing" due to one of the god's shenanigans turning his brother into a literal frog, wearing the very costume that had the internet running amok with how it made certain parts of him so prominently shaped that Marvel's considerably lower budget back then had to make room for extra editing to keep the final cut family friendly.

You never thought the day would come that you would see him in that costume just mere feet away from you. And to have him take on that majestic stance with his feet shoulder width apart and arms outstretched as he basked in the applause and praise that the people of Asgard were showering him with?

"Fucking end me," you muttered as soon as Kate yelled for them to cut the cameras.

"Okay now I get why they needed the extra CGI budget for that bulge fucking Christ on a crutch," Bryan commented, lightly nudging at your shoulder to snap you out and stop you from shamelessly staring. "Why madam, should I go get you a paper towel or something for that bit of drool at the corner of your mouth?"

"Better get one for yourself as well, Bry. Now stop ogling my boyfriend before I get tempted to check if those prop daggers have any stab in them."

He gave you a playful scandalized look before walking away, making a big show of wiping his sleeve at the corner of his mouth to get a laugh out of you.

You turned back to face the monitor, only to have your face inches away from the 'fabled mango' that had a rather large corner of the internet in absolute shambles whenever a picture would be released that had it in plain view. Your eyes traveled upwards until they met with Tom's ocean blue ones, your boyfriend greeting you with a wide smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes that he was barely trying to keep contained.

"I suggest you take a step back unless you're fully prepared to give all our colleagues a show," you warned him, starting to mirror the expression on his face.

"But this is such an enticing view, sweetheart, why would I want to give it up?" he shot back, fingertips lightly tracing along your jawline. "And I highly doubt that you're fully prepared to give our colleagues a show."

You only responded to him by slowly running your tongue across the top row of your teeth. "Are you sure about that, sweetie?" That made him take a step back, causing you to break out into a wide grin and scrunching your nose at him. "So how's the costume feel?" you asked him while you two walked toward his trailer.

"Surprised it still fits, if I'm being honest," he answered you with a slight laugh. "Actually it might…fit a little better than it did a decade ago."

"Ooh, good you're still here." You both gave Kate a small wave as she jogged up to you. "I was about to tell you to make your way to Costuming to see if you needed any adjustments. Looks like you read my mind." She gave a quick look at your now joint hands, Tom hooking his finger around one of yours. "Y/N, I'm sure you can handle any adjustments he'll need so you two can go and work on that while we're setting up for the shot with the prop frog. And in case you two wanna say hi, Chris will be here today to record his lines as Frog Thor."

As if on cue, you heard a booming voice from several yards away. "Hi, Brother! Hi, tiny terror! Am I gonna be an uncle yet??"

"Not yet, Chris!" you both hollered back at him, making the Australian wave his hand in a jokingly dismissive manner at you before stepping in to the ADR area.

"There is something new about this costume now that I quite like," Tom spoke up again when you were just outside his trailer. "When I first had it, the inner layer under the metalwork used to be just one piece, like a bodysuit. Made it a whole affair just to go to the bathroom. Now it's a shirt and trousers setup and has a suspender mechanism worked into the metal to secure the bottom half in place. Made my day much easier."

"Well you're very welcome, sweetie," you responded absentmindedly, closing the trailer door.

"This was your work, goddess?"

"Uhm...yeah. I did some remote consultation last year for another superhero costume. The actor's main concern was how he'd pee while wearing the thing, so I drew up some sketches, made his suit a bit modular. But it was gonna be a conflict of interest if they got me for costume design considering my involvement with Marvel, so we minimized my work to justify not including my name in the credits."

You let out a tiny yelp feeling him walk behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as his nose traced a line from your collarbone to your ear. "Hmm…conflict of interest? So DC, then?" he rasped, nipping at your earlobe.

"Uh huh," you answered him breathlessly, leaning in to his embrace. "What I learned making the sketches for the Batsuit, I adapted into the adjustments for your costumes."

Something in the air shifted once the words left your mouth. His hold on you shifted into what almost felt…possessive. "Precious little mortal." The growl in his voice had you growing weaker in his arms. "Consulting behind enemy lines. For the man that I knew for a fact once held your attention so…fervently."

"Why sweetie, are you--Are you jealous? It was a college crush, and a light one at that." You turned in his arms to pull him into a quick kiss that quickly became heated, his hands moving to the backs of your thighs to lift you off your feet and press you against the wall of his trailer's tight entryway.

"It should matter not, so long as you remember that you are mine," he murmured against your lips, securing your body against the wall before moving to undo the suspenders under the metal armor by his hips. "Do you know what I particularly enjoy about your modifications, sweet Y/N?"

You shook your head at him, feeling your arousal pooling between your legs as he smirked at you, hearing the snap of the suspenders from underneath the armor coming off.

"Ease of access," he said simply, shuffling his pants down his thighs and freeing his quickly hardening length. His smirk widened into a devilish grin when he slipped his hand between your legs to find nearly drenched panties. "So gloriously eager…" he teased, moving the fabric to the side.

A high-pitched moan slipped from your lips when he eased his way into you, inch by torturous inch, in shallow thrusts. "Tom, sweetie I--"

"Thomas isn't here right now, pet."

Oh God. Oh fuck. "Loki?!"

"Such a clever little mortal," he grunted, starting to move in shallow thrusts, the tip of his cock easily brushing against a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars especially from this angle. "Tell me you're mine." He let out a staggered breath, groaning into the crook of your neck as your warmth surrounded him. "T-Tell me who this gloriously tight p-perfect little quim belongs to."

"Y-You--oh f-fuck!" you told him shakily. "I belong to you. I'm yours, I'm all yours."

Obscene moans bounced off the walls of his trailer as he bit and sucked at your neck, working his hand between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit. "Louder, darling. Say my name. Scream it. Let everyone who dares listen know that only I may claim you like this."

Your body started to shake with how hard your climax hit you, your walls fluttering and clenching around him while you let out a guttural scream of "LOKI!" that might've scratched your throat halfway raw. Before you could say it again, he slanted his mouth over yours, muffling both your screams in a heated kiss that felt rife with desperation as you felt his release starting to fill you, his hips jerking in a staggered rhythm.

It barely crossed your mind that this might get you into a heaping pile of trouble. That you might have just put your job at stake for a quickie with your boyfriend. He broke the kiss with a slight gasp, kissing a path from your cheek down to your neck while you both took deep breaths coming down from your high.

When you heard his breaths grow softer you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and upper back, lightly stroking his hair before you tried to talk, the intensity of the last few minutes still having you struggling to form any coherent words. "Tom?"

You felt a slight wave of relief when he answered you softly. "Yes, goddess?"

"Look at me, sweetie." You pressed a soft kiss to his temple before he pulled away from your neck, nearly blacked out eyes meeting your own. "I love you. Only you." Your hands went to frame his face, thumbs tracing along the lines of his cheekbones. "I don't think I'll ever…No one else could ever--"

Before you could say anything else, he leaned in to cut you off with a kiss, the rest of the words you struggled to say dying off with a whimper at the back of your throat. You still couldn't find it in you to say them anyway. You're it for me. You're the last man I'm gonna love. There won't be an 'after you'.

"You know that, right?" you murmured against his lips, settling for those words instead.

"I do." He quickly stole another kiss from you before continuing, "Some days it just gets to me. The thought that someday someone might--"

"That will never happen." You crossed your hands behind his neck, pulling him close enough that he could rest his forehead on yours. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you're kinda stuck with me, sweetie."

"I may want to get that in writing one of these days," he shot back, his hands lightly grasping your sides before he pressed your bodies even closer together, if such a feat were even possible. "And if anything, you're stuck with me. There's no version of my future that I could ever see that doesn't have you with me."

He started to move inside you again, leaving you no choice but to process his words later, his hips moving in long, slow thrusts that had you feeling every devastating inch of him. "Again?" you whimpered breathlessly.

"You should know me well enough by now, goddess," he whispered, a devilish smile gracing his features and searing an image so erotically charged into your memory. "Once is never enough."

That was the day you agreed that quickies would never be an option again moving forward.

A/N: Another Kinktober 2023 story in the bag! Wait hold on…if I knocked out two prompts in this (kinda sorta), does this mean I only have 2 more to go before I get my initial goal or are y'all gonna absolutely snipe me ded if I pull that technicality? 🤣

I know I said 'bath/shower' with Magnus was next but I parallel-wrote that with this and this one got the banging out first while the other still has me blocked because smut is just…it's not my strong suit okay--it takes me 5-7 business days to get it done 🥴 Currently parallel writing that and the Conrad piece for 'slow & soft' and the President Loki piece for 'fingering' all at the same time so only time will tell which one of them will go up next 🫡

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❖ Character: Kenpachi

❖ Reader: Female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.1k

❖ Summary: Kenpachi needed to show you who you belong to and what you mean to him

❖ WARNINGS: Sub!reader, fingering, size kink, breeding, unprotected sex

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Kenpachi was never a man of many words, never going on long speeches in which he’d confess his undying love to you - he'd much rather show you, let you feel just how much he loves you. It's the little ways he always asks how your day has been, how his arms wrap around you so protective whenever you're with him, the way he would put his own life on the line for you without a second thought. Also the way he holds your naked body close to his, big hands holding onto everything he can reach or pushing your thighs closer to your chest so you can feel his love much deeper.

The moment he came home from his mission he dropped everything and awaited you to jump into his arms, holding you as close as possible without crushing your bones, having missed you so much. He wouldn't say it out loud though but you felt the desperation, this need for you in his kiss, how his hand cradled the back of your head when he was not quite ready yet to part from your lips. No exchange of words were necessary before he carried you to your shared bedroom to lay you down onto the bed with utmost care rather than throwing you like he usually would - it caught you off guard but it's a welcomed change for once. Kenpachi’s hands were back on you in an instant, pawing and pulling at your clothes to get you to take them off for him, loving it when you make a small show out of it just for him. “You're beautiful” he mumbled, watching more and more of your skin getting revealed to his hungry eyes and even if he'd tried to hold himself back, he simply couldn't. Once you were entirely bare in front of him, a little smile on your lips when you spread your legs to let him get a good look on your glistening cunt to show him just how much the anticipation his kisses created affected you.

A loud groan rumbled from deep down in his chest, unable to tear his eyes off of your wetness. “My naughty wife” he hummed as he pushed your thighs further apart to nestle his waist between them, his thick cock hanging heavy above your core. For a fraction of a second he thought about ramming it inside of you, feeling this carnal desire to have your walls wrapped around his shaft tightly and to hear you scream and while he loved to see you struggle to take him, he decided that it has to wait for the next time. A little sigh escaped his lips when he looked down to your cunt that was ready to take him only to let a glob of his saliva dribble down onto your parted folds, followed by his fingers who mixed his spit with your arousal by gliding through your core.

The little smirk on his face only grew in size when you whimpered so pretty for him the moment his fingers grazed your neglected bundle of nerves. “You like that, yeah?” He teased and made sure to massage your little pearl before entering you with two of his broad fingers. His digits stretched you further than your own ever could, massaging your walls with a precision that made you cry out his name the moment the pads of his fingers gently dug into your sweet spot and his thumb came to rub your clit simultaneously. While his hand was busy bringing you a slice of heaven he busied his lips with your pebbled nipples, sucking and gently tugging on them and giving your chest love bites that reached up all the way to your neck, claiming you as his. When the knot in your stomach snapped, your walls eagerly fluttering around his fingers and pulling them inside even further he bit into one of your nipples gently, groaning in sync with your moans. Your orgasm only aroused the man further, feeling your walls tighten as he moved his fingers in a scissoring motion to work you open for the main course and seeing your arousal drip down his knuckles drove him to the brink of insanity - losing it entirely at your sweet whined for more the moment he dared to pull his fingers out so he can lick them clean to get a taste of what's his.

“Please” you pleaded when he nudged your sensitive clit with the tip of his cock, teasing you before spitting on your needy cunt once more. You were absolutely drenched with your own arousal but something about watching his saliva mix with your juices drove him wild, finally allowing himself to slip himself into your awaiting walls. Your thighs were swiftly pushed into your chest so he could watch his thick cock disappear into you, one hand cradling your cheek while the other still guided his length into you. “You can do it… took me so many times before, you can do it again” he encouraged you with gritted teeth. Your walls clenched around him so tightly and he wasn't even halfway inside of you, waiting a moment so you could relax and adjust to the sheer size of his cock that almost split you apart. Slowly and steady he worked himself inside of you, his heavy balls resting against your ass when he released a loud moan from just how deep he's inside of your core right now, almost inside your womb.

The moment you stopped squirming and whining beneath him he pulled out until only his tip remained inside and thrusted back inside, working you open and kissing your cervix at each thrust. Kenpachi’s eyes were shining with love despite the primal look on his face, holding you steady as he pushed himself inside of your cunt over and over again, his balls slapping against your ass repeatedly until you finally squeezed him tightly, his name echoing off the walls in a scream as euphoria washed over you and milking him from everything he had to give - filling you up until there was a little ring at the base of his shaft. His forehead came to rest against yours when he pulled out but he sat back to watch his seed slowly run onto the sheets beneath, making him shake his head “not tonight… you're going to keep it all in. Gonna get filled over and over until you carry my child” he groaned, thick fingers shoving his hot cum back inside your overstimulated core before pushing his cock inside of you once more so he can fill you up until he has nothing left to give.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2022: October 14th

Day 14: Glory Hole // Humiliation // Suspension

Ezra x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving)

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“So good, Gem.” Ezra groans, pushing his hips forward and his eyes close in ecstasy, feeling the pulsing pleasure of his release pumping down your throat as you swallow around him. “Your mouth is a magnificent relief from Kevva to aid in my time of strife, needing to be worshiped.” 

He appeared one day, like all floaters, seemingly out of nowhere. Either in hurry to be somewhere else and needing to release a bit of steam - to get sucked or perhaps do the sucking. To fuck or get fucked before the lonliness of some of the planets and moons where prospectors roam is reality. 

He’s unique. Not because of the neatly pinned up sleeve where an arm used to be. Many have missing limbs or disabilities. The work is hard, dangerous and yet it is a way to eke out a living in the vastness of space. 

It’s not even the blonde tuft of hair that is shockingly different from the rest of the darker hair he wears short. You wonder if it is fake but it seems more like a mallen streak because he does not appear to be overtly vain. 

What sets him apart is his mouth. It runs, maybe nervously or maybe because he is used to hearing the sound of his own voice. It happens with prospectors who spend too much time alone. 

His voice is unique. The cadence, the verbiage, it’s all unlike what you have heard here on the Pug. Curses abound, but you have never heard them quite so flowery and yet feral in tone. 

He doesn’t know you can see him. The camera that is pointed down to the space in front of your hole is discreet, not meant to be seen. So you know that it is him every time even if you couldn’t tell from the cock or the sound of his voice. 

It’s thick and veiny - yet not quite as hard as he could be as the cock slides through the hole into view. Another appreciation you have is that the price of this particular facility includes the use a sonic shower. Always coming to you clean, which makes you that much more eager to give him pleasure. 

His groans start small when you wrap your hand around him, making sure you keep your grip loose. Weighing him and letting him ease forward more, to bring the generously full and soft sacs into the hole along with the length of his cock. Making the most delicious keening gasp when you lean forward and press your tongue to one of them while you feel him harden further in your grip. 

Whispered or hisses curses pour out of his mouth, jumbled together in a perfect litany of responses. You catch them distinctly every so often but you concentrate on the way your tongue slides over his ball and pulls it into your mouth. 

He jumps in your hand, the slap of the way making you smirk and continue to roll the sensitive flesh in your mouth, pressing your thumb to the pearl of liquid that weeps from the head of his cock and smearing it around slowly. Enjoying the way he presses further as if to beg for more. 

Your eyes flicker up to the screen, watching as his head falls back, mouth slack and you hear the low moan that follows. “Heaven is in the heat of your mouth.” He groans. “The gorgeous wetness that you grant me.” 

Still, you take your time when it is this man who is talking to you through the wall. Pouring praises into you for the heat and wetness of your mouth, the softness of your touch. Showing the same attention to the other ball in equal measure while the slickness gathers between your thighs. 

Finally your tongue touches the base of his cock, making another lovely little spurt of his pleasure spill onto your hand as you hold him. Sliding your tongue around the base and making sure it is as wet as you can make it. 

You run your tongue up and down the length, absorbing the small whimpers that he gives you. He reacts so well to you that you wonder how he would be in a normal setting. “Kevva, Gem, I need- I need to feel the sublime pleasure of your throat.” 

You smirk before you give him exactly what he wants. Taking him into your mouth and you are rewarded with a choked gasp, another slap of a palm against the wall. You feel the vibration of it as you press deeper, pushing him down past your tongue and making your eyes water. 

Skin and salt burst to life on your tastebuds. It makes you hum around him, adding to the pleasure the man beyond the wall is receiving. He had introduced himself as Ezra once during his ramblings while he had his cock down your throat. 

“Ecstasy is building, Gem.” He hisses, rocking his hips shallowly, just enough to slightly pull his cock back and push it back into the soft palate of your mouth. “You have been Kevva sent to be my redemption.” 

You swallow, another low moan and a large thrust of his hips pushes him further down your throat, making you choke slightly, although he doesn’t pull back this time. He knows you can take it, and have taken him down to where your lips wrap around the base of his thick length. 

“Gonna- gonna bring you with me.” He pants, your eyes watching as he looks down and watches his cock move in and out of the glory hole. “Keep your transcendent skills for my own felicity.” 

You close your eyes, imagining looking up at him while you are on your knees, his hand on your chin or cupping your jaw while you bob your head. Hearing those praises even more clearly while another orgasm is wrenched out of him. 

Soon the comments become babble, half breathless and filled with curses while he hardens even more. Spit runs down your chin and neck, tears run down your cheeks and you reach up to fondle his balls gently. 

“So good, Gem.” Ezra groans, pushing his hips forward and his eyes close in ecstasy, feeling the pulsing pleasure of his release pumping down your throat as you swallow around him. “Your mouth is the Promised Land, fabled to flow with honey and it does. Take it, take every drop.

You moan quietly, working him until his cock starts to soften and you pull off of him with a pop. Watching the spit and cum continue to connect him to your lips until it pulls thin and finally breaks, leaving him pressed into the glory hole and spent and satisfied. 

“Kevva.” Ezra pants, breathing heavily for a few moments before you watch his cock disappear out of the hole and can see the slight movement behind the wall that separates you as he fumbles with his pants to tuck himself away. “Next time Gem, I will have to select the option that allows you to see how talented my mouth is.” He grunts, making you shiver in anticipation of that time. 

In a moment he is gone, disappearing from your space like so many before him, making you wonder when he will return. 

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 18 - Humiliation

Today's prompt: Humiliation

Dear anon who requested this: I tried. I have never written Humiliation before, and I fear I veered more into 'dirty talk' more than anything. I hope this titillates you regardless.

If Only They Knew - 1,958 Rating: E Content: Humiliation; Dirty talk; Rimming; Oral Sex; Guilty Obi-Wan; Mild exhbitionism kink (more like 'what if we get caught' kink)

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Anakin lounged on the tasseled cushions of the plush chair, legs spread and and shoulders hunched, an air of deliberate insolence swirling about him. With his chin tilted he looked across the room at Obi-Wan, a small smirk playing across his lips as he waited for Obi-Wan to enter fully. He was already nude, his skin a kaleidoscope of colours, the blue light from the moons coalescing with the warmth of the interior light, creating bronze highlights across his jaw and shoulders while the darkness between his thighs and the soft dip along his belly tempted and lured.

In the distance Obi-Wan could hear Windu speaking it someone over his commlink, voice trailing in from the open window as he wound down from the evening.

Obi-Wan had told himself that he wouldn’t go to Anakin tonight - that he would remain in his room, tucked away in the recesses of the palace they’d been given residence in by ruler of the planet that had sought aid from them. He would maintain his resolve.

But here he was, stood in Anakin’s rooms, the scent of perfumed soaps and blossoms thick in his throat, air muggy and full of tension as Anakin sent a spark through their bond, tugging Obi-Wan closer into the room.

“I thought you said we shouldn’t,” Anakin murmured, a pleased expression on his face as he shifted, legs opening wider to invite Obi-Wan in.

“I only said we should wait,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Wait until Windu can hear us?”

Obi-Wan felt a blush creep up his cheeks and along the back of his neck. His cock twitched, already hard and leaking. It was unbecoming for him to crave Anakin the way he did, and doubly so to give in time and time again. But they had always been carefully locked away, no one having the chance to know what Obi-Wan did with his Padawan when the moon was high and the shadows deep-set.

But Windu was close - close enough where Obi-Wan could still feel him in the force if he reached out. He was a steady reminder of Obi-Wan’s duty as a Jedi and a mentor, and a reminder that Obi-Wan had been trusted with a seat on the Council - that he’d been bestowed a place of honour by his peers. The thought of Windu hearing Anakin as Obi-Wan pleasured him only spurred Obi-Wan on, guilt mixing with arousal, cloying and thick as it slipped down his gullet and settled in his stomach.

With trembling hands he undressed under the watchful eyes of Anakin, before falling on his knees in front of him.

Anakin shifted, hips canting forward and legs spreading to show off his cock. Slim and elegant, it fit in Obi-Wan’s mouth like it had been made for him, cock slick and smooth as it slipped in between Obi-Wan’s lips and down his throat, Anakin choking him with his eagerness and youthful vigor. Licking his bottom lip, Obi-Wan looked up at Anakin as he brought his hands up to run along Anakin’s thick thighs. It wasn’t so long ago that Anakin was still so narrow, limbs long and awkward, muscles still forming, his belly still soft with youth.

Obi-Wan missed it.

The thought of Anakin’s younger frame giving him pleasure made Obi-Wan’s cock let out a thick pearl of precome.

“Already hard for me,” Anakin said, voice louder than it needed to be.

Obi-Wan chanced a glance out the window, but Windu’s room couldn’t look into theirs.

“Couldn’t wait to suck me off, hm?” Anakin continued, his cock bouncing away as he played idly with one of his nipples. “You always tell yourself you can wait - that we both have to wait. That we need to wait. But then you come into my room and beg me to show you my pretty cock like some animal with no resolve. Well, go on.”

Obi-Wan chewed the inside of his cheek and gripped Anakin’s cock, stroking it a few times to slide the stringy precome along his length. Anakin groaned and rolled his head to the side, hips stuttering forward as Obi-Wan continued to stroke him before he bent over and took the tip in his mouth. Salt and the taste of soap flooded his palate, and he sucked the head to collect more, adoring the taste even when he knew he shouldn’t.

“Always so weak for me, even when you know you shouldn’t be,” Anakin whispered, voice lashing and sweet all at the same time. “Always begging me for my body, ignoring all the codes and rules that tell you not to. Because you don’t care, do you? All you want is your Padawan’s cock and his eager little hole.”

Sliding off of the head of Anakin’s cock, Obi-Wan brushed his thumb along his bottom lip, feeling how fat and plump it already was. Anyone who saw him after he’d spent time with Anakin would know what they’d been doing just by looking at his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut as his cock twitched again, the thought of people knowing he was so desperate for Anakin turning him on far more than it should.

Sighing as Anakin pulled him back down, Obi-Wan relaxed a fraction as Anakin began to pet him, his touch tender despite the intensity of his words. With another sigh he sunk back down and took all of Anakin in his mouth.

Anakin let out another groan as Obi-Wan began to bob, obscene slick sounds breaking out across the balcony as he sucked Anakin’s cock. Thick spit spilled from his mouth and down Anakin’s length, coating them both in Obi-Wan’s hunger. As he bobbed his head Anakin let out a string of curses, his hips rocking up as he pet Obi-Wan’s hair. Hooking his leg around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, he dug one of his heels into Obi-Wan’s back, keeping him locked in place.

“S-So fucking weak,” Anakin whimpered, his voice breathy and soft. “A-always were, weren’t you. C-couldn’t wait until I came of age before you fucked me. W-what was it? A day after I was knighted before you shoved me on to your bed and split me o-open with your cock?”

Obi-Wan whimpered and pulled off of Anakin’s cock with a wet ‘pop’. Catching his breath, he leaned into Anakin’s touch, letting Anakin wipe away the spit and tears that had collected across his cheeks and beard. Opening his eyes, he stared up at Anakin - his little prince - watching him through the moonlight. Blood rushed through his head, blocking out all other sounds, but he could still feel Windu’s presence nearby.

“But you don’t just want my cock,” Anakin said as he pushed Obi-Wan back down, his hips sliding forward and legs tucking up, feet resting on the edge of the chair. “You were never satisfied with just that, were you?”

Obi-Wan groaned as Anakin exposed his hole. The first thing he’d done after he’d fucked Anakin for the first time was lick him clean, desperate to remove the stains he’d made on his boy - his Padawan. Desperate to remove the evidence of his own weakness. But it didn’t work - he couldn’t clean Anakin from his debasement any more than Obi-Wan could stop his deep sense of humiliation for how much he wanted this.

A part of him wanted to tell the Council that he rested between the thighs of Anakin and licked and kissed and marked the most intimate recesses of his body; that he would do anything for Anakin if he asked it of him, if only to please him and be given promise of more. But confessing would ruin some of the pleasure. Confession would assuage the guilt that made Obi-Wan’s cock throb between his legs, thick and heavy and bouncing as he stroked himself and stared at Anakin’s tight, pink hole.

“Sully your mouth on my hole,” Anakin said. And then because he knew it would hurt and please Obi-Wan, he added. “Master.”

Obi-Wan pitched forward and sucked Anakin’s hole before lashing his tongue against the whorled muscle, Anakin letting out a loud moan that Obi-Wan knew Windu could hear. Anakin tasted earthy here even after bathing, his own musk mixing with the subtle soaps that had coated his skin in the warm bath. The thought that he’d first touched Anakin here - that he’d taught Anakin how to fuck the same as he’d taught him his katas and how to use the force - made Obi-Wan delirious with arousal, and he laved Anakin’s hole with firm strokes of his tongue, bathing Anakin in his spit.

Breathing harshly through his nose, Obi-Wan wiggled his tongue inside the loose stretch of muscles, tonguing Anakin as Anakin gripped the back of his skull and held him in place. Gods, he tasted divine, felt divine, smelled divine. Anakin was divine, in many respects, spun from the strands of the force and given a form that could be corrupted and defiled. The fact that he allowed Obi-Wan to do this to him made Obi-Wan’s cock leak even more, thick rivulets sliding down his length as he continued to eat Anakin out.

“Y-yeah, that’s right,” Anakin whimpered. “Y-you’re so desperate for me. C-could feel your need through our bond all day. E-even when you w-were supposed to be l-listening to Windu and the Council, I k-knew you were thinking about my hole the entire time.”

Obi-Wan started fisting his cock, touch harsh as he shoved his tongue in as far as he could, splitting Anakin open. It was true - it was all true. He had been thinking about Anakin - couldn’t take his mind off of him and the way his curls rested across his brow and the shells of his ears. Couldn’t stop thinking about the space between his thighs, couldn’t stop thinking about his cock and how much he needed it shoved down his throat, choking him and filling him. He just couldn’t stop thinking of Anakin.

“W-What would Windu say if he could see you now. Naked and tonguing his Padawan,” Anakin continued. Obi-Wan could feel Anakin was close, his own hand gripping his cock as the other continued to hold Obi-Wan in place, balls bouncing as he jerked himself. “M-maybe Windu already knows. Maybe they all know what you do when they’re not around. K-know you get on your knees and pleasure me with your mouth. W-what would they say if they knew their perfect Jedi was obsessed with the taste of his Padawan’s come.”

Obi-Wan came, shooting thick ribbons of come across the tile floor and his hand, his seed scalding almost as he continued to sloppily kiss Anakin's hole. Anakin gripped Obi-Wan’s hair harsher and ground his face against Obi-Wan’s lax tongue as he came with a satisfied moan.

Collapsing backward Obi-Wan watched as Anakin relaxed, long legs dropping down as he splayed out on the chair. Obi-Wan rested his head on Anakin’s lap, sighing when Anakin ran his fingers through his hair, still sticky with seed. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his nose against Anakin’s stomach, tongue slipping out to clean off the strips of seed that glistened across bronzed skin and soft hairs.

“How was that?” Anakin asked softly, all the prior malice slipping away only to be replaced with tired satisfaction.

Obi-Wan sighed. “Perfect, darling. Thank you for… thank you for doing this for me.”

[eatommo]

Rebuke [h.]{kd6}

Underwear/tentacles

Day 6!

A/N: This is unlike anything I've ever written, I'm also going to add a dead dove tag here, this involves sentient plantlife, and also could be seen as very dubcon or even venture into noncon. There is no active penetration but there is references to it, and there is sex pollen involved, please continue at your own risk. This is also heavily inspired by @beskarberry with her amazing din fic and @absurdthirst for getting me into sex pollen in the first place, and creating this amazingly challenging kinktober lineup!

C.W: Dubcon/noncon, live plants as bondage, sex pollen, firearms, reader fall unconscious and wakes up missing clothes, theres a (poorly written) undertone of horror here, mentions of succubus, some religious references, this man is half demon, keep that in mind.

Working with the B.P.R.D. had its moments, you’ve witnessed exorcisms, dealt with baba yaga on more than one occasion, and now you were dating your closest friend.  

Red had sent you down into the historical gardens, in search of a medicinal plant that would help banish the succubus living in a White House bathtub.  You were strumming your finger over a flower covered in thin purple dust when your phone starts meowing at you.  

“Any luck? Myers is getting his dick sucked in there.” The deep timbre of his voice doesn’t portray a hint of worry, but on the inhale you take he lets out a soft chuckle, “Not literally, but we’re having no luck here.” 

Your lips pull into a small laugh, “Nothing I’ve found, Abe is already sending me after something else, but just keep the sage burning for a little while longer.” 

“That’s not gonna work, I’ll just have to come to help you.”  He sighs into the phone through a smile.  He was hard to shake, and since the two of you have confessed your feelings for each other, albeit when you both thought the world was going to end,  it's been difficult to spend seconds apart. 

“Alright big boy, see you down here.” You smile into the phone.  Gods, if the professor was still around you’d both be in for it.  

You wonder further into the gardens before coming to a roped-off mausoleum littered with overgrown ivy, and near-rotted caution tape.  This has to be the right place, caution tape was typically a beacon in your line of work.  

You light a flashlight, only to see a trail of steps leading into a dark abyss, great.  You let out an exasperated breath, and let your tired feet carry you down until the light from the garden dissipates.

A few minutes of slow exploration leads you to a giant vine about the width of your arm, it has gatherings of a bright orange flower pearling off of smaller vines like a chain of bells.  You bend over, lowering the flashlight to get a better look at the bulbs.  

You lift a bundle of delicate petals closer to your face, the bead-shaped flowers have an iridescent quality to them, embracing the first light it has likely seen in ages.  A rock a few steps down the hallway startles you as it skids across the hallway and stops with a sharp clack.

Your head on a swivel you bend down to reach for the flashlight in panic, you feel pressure just underneath your ass, and you take a deep breath relieved, “Red, you scared me.” 

The silence, and then the tightening around your leg lulls you back into a panic, and you yell a plea a little louder, praying this is some type of sick joke, “Please? You’re scaring me.” A few agonizing beats of your heart, nothing except a loud rustling sound near your other foot.  

“Fucking hell.”  The two tendrils furl around your legs with astounding strength, as they begin pulling you closer to their source.  You strain against the pull of the vines, digging your heels into the cement until you feel your bones grind together.

You scream and scream for the man who had said he was coming to help you, hoping by the small chance he's somewhere close.  To your horror, another piece of the plant nudges into your back and the second you lurch away it tightens around your abdomen and pulls you against the stock of the plant with a wet crunch.  

A sickeningly sweet yet bitter smell fills your lungs, like over-sweetened coffee.  Immediately your skin feels hot, and sweat beads on your brow and you feel the thick tendrils of it snake further up your body, expertly securing you to itself.  Offshoots of the plant, a hair thinner than your finger trails up your face and edges itself into your mouth.  A rush of the bitter liquid has you blackening out the second it hits your tongue.  

You awake to the sound of gunfire, and flashes of an all too familiar muzzle blind you as you attempt to rouse yourself completely.  Your man raises the Good Samaritan after a slight pause and a bullet zips past your head and sinks into the stalk with a sizzle.  

There's a coolness running down your back, but at first, you are scared it could be blood.  Then you realize your shirt is missing, and your pants are being worked down your legs by hair-like fibers.  

A piece of your brain screams and thrashes against the bonds, but your muscles are lax, and there's an ebbing pain in between your legs.  

With another flash of the muzzle, a chunk of the plant above your head falls free, dripping a wet glob of gelatinous sludge onto your face.  Instantly your body is on the precipice of erupting into flames.  

You turn into a moaning mess and the commotion stops, two flashlights are shown onto the mangled mess that is your captor.  

When his eyes scan over you, it takes everything in him not to smite this place to the ground.  The skin of your torso is flushed and bare, the swells of your breast being smothered against your body by the tight grip of this hellish vegetation.  Your pants are around your ankles, and he watched with bated breath as these thin fibers toy with the white cotton of your underwear, working the fabric down your hips seductively slow.  

He feels like his brain is being rearranged to accommodate nothing but feral and impure thoughts.  His fear is replaced with something carnal, and the beautiful sight of his woman strung open and covered in something so potent to make his cock jump out of anticipation?  That’s a hard moment to pass on for even a man from hell.