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Kinktober Day 13: Size - Tutor!Miguel x AFAB!Reader 🎃

can you tell i hate my math class this sem ?? :D

CW: unspecified age gap (reader is in college miguel is in grad school), trauma inducing stats vocabulary, piv (unprotected don’t be stupid), creampie (don’t be stupid), mean miguel, harsh grabbing, fingering (kinda), finger sucking, general size difference.

18+ MDNI

It was getting late, you and your roommates Machi and Gale having dinner with you. You huffed, slumping in the chair you sat on.

“This is such bullshit, I’ve been stuck on this problem for like half an hour already. Nothing’s clicking.” You pushed your dinner aside and looked at Gale for reassurance. She tilted her head at you with a raised brow.

“Girl, you know damn well I’m not getting it either. Just call it quits for tonight, it's not due for another two days.” She said, sipping a chilled can of coke. 

“Oh, come on. Neither of us are understanding this shit. I mean, this symbol looks like a backwards three! I miss when math used to just have numbers,” you complained, squinting at the statistics homework in front of you.

“That looks ridiculous,” Machi laughed. “Never have I been more glad to be an arts major.” She said, getting up to put her dish away. 

“If it bothers you that much, why don’t you just visit the tutoring lab? I think they’re still open.” Gale said, grabbing your dish and following Machi to the sink. 

“Really?” You asked, checking your watch. 8 pm. 

“Hey, we pay thousands of dollars in tuition, okay? If they can’t stay open or help when students need it what's the point in taking all that money from us?” Gale shrugged. You sighed, standing up from your chair. 

“Well, I guess I better get moving if I want to make it to the tutoring center before 10. Let me know if you guys need anything while I’m out.” You grabbed your keys and left the apartment after grabbing your bag and slipping your shoes back on. 

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You arrived at the building, glass doors sliding open as you walked through them, the cold air conditioning giving you goosebumps. You walked over to the sign in sheet, looking through available tutors for the next hour or so. 

“Crap…” You sighed, looking through the sheets. It seemed like you needed an appointment before hand, at least electronically. 

There was the sound of laughter down the hall, you turned your head towards the sound. There was a much larger man along with a guy who seemed about your age. You recognized the shorter individual from your statistics class. 

“Well, I’m glad we could get your problem figured out.” The tall man said, a big hand patting the younger guy's back heavily. 

“Yeah, it only took us all night.” More laughter. 

“Hey, if its due in two days all night is nothing.” The tall, tanned man said. He was massive, you could practically see his muscles bulging underneath his white buttoned shirt. His chocolate hair slicked back, a few strands messily framing his face. You were in a trance when his almost red eyes met yours. You felt your face flush. 

“U-Uh, Hey! You’re in my statistics class arent you?” You asked the shorter guy, desperately avoiding the older mans gaze. The shorter guy said your name questioningly, you nodded. 

“Yeah, thats me.” You said, clutching your bag tighter. “So… you got help with the homework?” You asked, motioning to the taller man.

“Oh yeah, this is Miguel.” He said, patting Miguels back. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You said, grabbing his large hand and shaking it. You felt your palms become sweatier, his hand practically enveloping yours. “I didn’t see your name under the statistics sign up sheet.” You said, voice almost trembling. 

“Well as a grad student my major is scientific research so that's why I’m not under statistics.” He said, a slight smirk across his face, his grip on your hand becoming tighter. 

“O-oh,” you said softly. 

“But I use statistics in almost everything I do, so I can help out with any problems you’ve got if you need it.” 

“Miguel’s not a bad tutor, it only took us so long to finish cause I haven’t shown up to class in weeks.” Your classmate laughed. “I’ve got to get out of here but thanks for your help, man.” He waved before walking out the sliding doors into the dark night. 

You and Miguel turned to each other, you suddenly felt very nervous. 

“So… Would you… tutor me?” You asked, rubbing your arms for warmth. 

“Well, it's not quite 10 yet and I don’t have any other sign-ups, so why not?” He shrugged, walking down the hall with you following after him. 

You two walked down the hall, reaching a small study room at the end of it. 

“This is the room I reserved for the night, so don’t worry about anyone coming in here super late and trying to steal it from us.” He said, opening it up for you to walk through. 

You walked into the room, a table with a few chairs in the center with a whiteboard behind it. It seemed fine to you as you walked in, sitting down on a chair, slightly taken aback when it rolled underneath your weight. You looked down and noticed wheels at the feet of the chair. You looked up again when you heard the door shut, Miguel locking it behind him. 

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“And that's why your z score is going to be 20.99. Does that make sense?” He asked. You were fucked. 

The whole time you were supposed to be paying attention you were completely distracted by his being. He sat next to you, his large frame practically caging you in between him and the desk. He was everywhere, and if you weren’t staring directly at the paper, you were scared you were going to faint. You nodded, eyes looking down at the problem, refusing to tear away from the mathematical mess you made. 

“Yeah…”

“Then tell me how you got it.” He said, deep voice rumbling in his big chest. 

“Well, first you uh…” You circled a random number in the world problem then looked up at him with helpless eyes. He raised a brow. 

“You start with the standard deviation?” He asked, clearly unamused. 

“Well… You definitely use it somewhere…” You said half joking. Miguel was still unamused. He sighed deeply, throwing his head into his hand. 

“I’ll explain it one more time, okay?” He said, grabbing the pencil from your hand. His hand brushed against yours and held your pencil as if it were a toothpick to him. “So, we’ve identified the mew, right?” He asked, underlining the foreign symbol. 

“Yeah…” You said, asking yourself what the fuck is a mew? 

You were determined to stay focused but that man made it difficult. You turned to look at him while his eyes were fixed onto the paper, scribbling out equations and typing into your calculator- which he also made look puny in his grasp. You watched him as he spoke, the way his soft lips moved as he talked, revealing sharp canines every now and then between words. You felt your face flush, entranced by his presence. You eyed his large shoulders, following them down to his massive arms. You looked back up at his face, admiring his features while he was so deep in thought. He looked down at you.

“So now we just divide and… hey?” he said almost harshly. “Are you paying attention?” He asked in a snarky tone. You felt your face drop. 

“I… um…”

“Distracted again?” He tossed the pencil onto the surface of the table, muscular arms crossing as he almost glared at you. 

“I’m sorry.” You felt exhausted, covering your face with your hands in defeat. You felt like crying. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so focused on undressing me with your eyes and more focused on these problems, you’d understand this shit by now.” He grunted. You stilled, face buried deep into your palms before you peered at him through between your fingertips. 

“W…What?” You asked, looking at his almost red eyes. 

“I said what I said.” Miguel's voice was low, he grabbed your seat and pulled it towards him, the wheels moving you with ease. You felt your core tighten, as your face continued to burn hot, regardless of the air conditioning. 

Miguel's eyes practically violated you, staring deep past your own and into your soul before looking you up and down, clearly enjoying how you cowered. 

“That pretty little head not used to thinking this hard?” he asked low in your ear. You shuddered, hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. “Pathetic.”

He grabbed your waist with his large hands, daring to crush you between his palms. He slowly stood up from his chair, face inches away from yours. You took that as invitation enough and crashed your lips into his, those soft lips felt even better than you imagined, a whimper escaping your lips as his grip increased. He pulled you off of the chair and slammed you onto the table, papers flying and pens scattering around you. You let out a grunt as the air escaped your lungs from the impact. 

“I’m taking time out of my night to try and teach you this shit and you can't even meet me halfway and try to learn it?” He huffs yanking down your frumpy sweats to your ankles. You kicked them off, laying on the table in your tight shirt and panties. 

“I-I’m sorry, you're just so-” he cut you off with two thick fingers plunging into your mouth, you gagged when they hit the back of your throat. He smirked, watching you drag your tongue around the knuckles of his fingers. 

“That ought to shut you up.” He ran a finger from his other hand to your clothed cunt, you moaned around his thick digits when he caressed your clit. Your hips moved on their own accord, grinding against his large hand. “Would you look at that? I didn’t know they accepted whores into this school.” Miguel hummed, voice smooth like honey and deep like an ocean. 

His single finger moved to where your pussy and thigh met, yanking aside your black cotton panties to reveal your wet cunt, which clenched around nothing at the sudden cold air. 

“Jesus… I bet you were thinking about this all night, huh?” Miguel teased, the calloused tip of his finger just barely grazing along your seeping hole, spreading the warm slick higher and higher up your folds until he could smear it along your sensitive bud, eliciting another moan from behind his drooly fingers. 

“Needy, aren’t we?” Miguel withdrew his fingers from your mouth while his other hand unzipped his dress pants, the metal of his belt buckle clanking together as he pulled it out of its loops. The belt hit the floor with a small thud and with his drool-soaked fingers he freed his massive cock and ran the slippery fingers up and down his shaft. 

Miguel tore your underwear off of you, as if it was like taking a sticker off a piece of fruit. You felt yourself drip down your thighs, unsure whether or not it was okay to touch yourself while watching this Greek god of a man pleasure himself with your spit, watching your tense cunt beg him to stuff it. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, slipping his finger into his mouth and moaning long and deep when he tasted your sweet slick on his tongue. You nodded vigorously, grabbing one of your tits to entice him even further. “Why don’t you take that off while we’re ahead?” 

You quickly tossed off your shirt and bra, completely naked on the desk. Miguel softly laughed, watching how nicely you obeyed him. 

“You're too easy, y’know that?” With a few more pumps to his shaft, he harshly grabbed one of your thighs and spread your legs even further, admiring your wet pussy. 

The moan you two let out when he put his cock inside of you could've been heard by the whole building if it hadn't been well past 10 pm and everyone had gone for the day. His girthy member dared to split you in half, the sheer size of him was far too much to handle, especially all at one. We watched with pleasure as your breathy moans turned into agonized whimpers the further he drove into you. When he had finally gone balls deep inside of you, there was an obvious cock bulge deep inside of you as he stretched out your pussy wonderfully. 

“M-Miguel…” You sighed, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. 

“Oh, so this can keep your attention but me slaving away on your homework can’t?” He smugly asked, pulling out before slamming into you with a grunt. You wailed, scratching the hard surface of the desk underneath you, crumpling stray pieces of scratch paper into your palm while arching your back. 

Miguel started at a rough pace, making room out of your tight pussy for his intimidating cock, juices slicking the shaft of his member, and sounds of your wet pussy gushing paired with the creaking of the table filled the room, moans, and mewls adding to euphonious music of your fucking. 

“So fucking tight… so fucking tiny… I bet I could fold you like a pretzel,” He said amusingly, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pushing the fronts of them against your chest. You cried out loud, new depth being explored by his commanding dick while he used you for his pleasure. 

With his massive hands, he spread his fingers out, his thumbs on the backs of your thighs and his four fingers on the small of your back, grabbing onto you so he could bring you up and down on his deep thrusts. 

You were seeing stars at this point, scared your arousal would drip onto your homework papers and soil all the progress you’ve made. But it didn’t matter anymore when you threw your head back onto the table and shook in his hands, pussy clenching around his meaty cock and milking him for his own cum. 

“Ngh- What did I say? Easy…” He moaned, thrusting inside of you a few more times before he shot a huge load inside of your tiny pussy, cum leaking out between where your sexes met and rolling down your asscheeks. 

You lay there on the table, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Miguel watched entranced as your shared cum leaked out of you, finger fucking it back inside of you, wondering if it he could stuff it all back in. He quickly realized your overstimulated cunt couldn’t take it as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Sorry,” He said, removing his fingers. “Now uh… where were we?” He picked up the page of work, then his face dropped, looking at the splotch of cum that had spilled out on accident. 

“On second thoughts… you might want to turn this in online.”

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Her concubines - Kinktober 10

Summary: The fairies are back. Fight the fairies.

Rating: lightly explicit

Pairing: Dean x Fairy Queen!Reader x Sam

Kink: Feather play

Square 23 filled for @spnkinkbingo​: Feather Play

Square 21 filled for @spnfluffbingo​: Enemies to lovers

Warnings: kidnapping, a little crackish, angry Dean, language, nakedness, kinda reverse harem, feather play, implied polyamory, light smut (unprotected), seduction, implied anal sex, implied threesome, I’ll label this lightly dub-con

A/N: I usually don’t describe my reader, but for the sake of this fic the fairy has long hair (I imagined she wears the crown and clothes on the pic in my header. The reader can be of any race.)

Words: 2,1 k

Kinktober 2022

2022 SPN KINK BINGO masterlist

2022 SPN FLUFF BINGO masterlist

“Leave me the fuck alone, you fucking fly,” Dean swats a fly with his hand, grumbling as the flying insect just won’t leave him alone. “I won’t share my pie with you.”

The fly is not impressed. While Dean tries to eat his pie, it flies around the plate.

“Fucking stay away from my pie. This one is mine. Stop getting on my nerves,” Dean grasps the newspaper Sam bought to kill the fly.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Sam steps out of the shower and dries his hair with a towel. A towel hangs loosely around his hips as he watches his brother fight with the fly. 

“Nothing,” looking around the room Dean huffs as the fly finally leaves him alone. He happily sinks a fork into the pie.

“What? Get away from me,” while Dean eats his pie, Sam swats the fly with his hand. “Dean, did you forget to throw your leftovers away again? You are luring insects in.”

“Ah, the fly was bugging me the whole time. That sonofabitch even tried to get some of my pie. No way,” happily munching his pie, Dean chuckles as Sam still fights the fly. “You look like you’re having fun, Sammy.”

“That’s one annoying fly,” huffing Sam looks for a book to kill the fly. “I swear it tried to land on my chest more than once.”

“A pervy fly, huh?” Dean grins. “Maybe you stink?”

“Shut up, jerk.”

“Bitch!”

“What the fuck? How did you get in here?” Dean yelps as the fly lands on his cock. He just tried to jerk off in the showers and now, he stares down at his cock, wondering how the fly got inside the shower. “You are a pervy fly. Get off my dick.”

“Dude, what’s wrong?” Sam calls from the hallways. “Did you hurt your back again?”

“It’s the fly again! It landed on my…uh…”

“It landed where?” Sam snickers. “On your ass? Maybe you stink!”

“You stink bitch! That pervy fly landed on my dick and refuses to leave me alone? It…uh…fuck! It starts to glow!!”

“It glows?” 

“OH, YOU’VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME! SAMMY! IT’S A F—”

“Dean? It’s what?” Sam worriedly knocks at the door. “Dean. That’s not funny. What’s wrong?”

Sam opens the door, gun aimed to fight whoever attacks his brother. “DEAN? Dean where are you?” the room is empty. All that’s left of his brother is his watch lying on the floor. “Dean?”

The hunter runs his fingers through his shaggy hair and paces the room. “Dean. How? What?” and again, the fly starts flying around Sam’s head. He swats the fly with his hand. “Not the right time to get on my nerves.”

“You will make such a nice addition to my harem,” a soft voice purrs in his ear. Sam suddenly feels light-headed. The room starts to spin, and he ends up losing consciousness.

Just like his brother before him …

“Sam…Sam…Sammy!” the younger brother jolts up. “You alright? Did that flying bitch hurt you?”

“What happened?” Sam rubs his eyes as his brother goes back to pacing back and forth. “Dean! Where are we?”

“The fly kidnapped us.”

Sam snorts.

“That’s not funny, Sam. It was the fly. I mean, it wasn’t a fly. That bitch started to glow and then I saw it…nipples.”

“Nipples?”

“Yes, nipples.”

Sam frowns. “Like that one time you got kidnapped by a fairy?”

“Exactly.”

“Wait. We got kidnapped by a little fairy. You know, with wings and pixie dust? All shiny and tiny.”

Dean gives his brother a bitch face. “She was tiny, but then…”

“Then what, Dean?” Sam cocks his head to look at his brother. 

“She turned into a woman, Sammy. A woman with wings and tits and…uh…then I lost consciousness…”

“Don’t tell me we ended up in fairytopia or something,” running one hand down his face Sam sighs deeply. “Maybe we got drunk and this is just a crazy dream.”

“Sammy, I’m telling you the fly turned into a fairy, and the fairy turned into a woman,” Dean says. “She wrapped me in her wings and then, I woke up here. Wearing nothing but a…”

Dean looks down at his body. 

“It’s called a tunic,” Sam laughs as his brother whispers that he’s not wearing underwear. 

“I feel naked!”

“I want my sweet boys to always be ready to satisfy my needs,” you finally step inside the room you gave to your newest additions to your harem. “You look beautiful.”

“I-“ Dean swallows thickly as he drinks your appearance in. You’re wearing a golden one-shoulder tunic. A large slit reveals your right leg and thigh. A golden crown made out of leaves from the forbidden garden tames your long locks.

“Sammy, she got black wings!”

Dean crosses his arms over his chest. He still feels naked and vulnerable without his clothes, weapons…and shoes.

“Black wings.”

Sam can only stare at you in awe. He didn’t get the chance to get a better look at the fairies they fought years ago.

“I knew you will make a great addition to my collection,” you step closer to run your fingertips over Dean’s arm. He slaps your hand away, grumbling under his breath.

“You will learn your place, hunter.”

“Miss…why did you bring us here?” Sam tries to get information, and not start a fight right away. “Where are we?”

“You are in my world now, hunter,” you coo in Sam’s ear. “I was looking for someone to keep me company. Two of my favorite concubines died last month. They wanted to go back to their world and…”

“You killed them,” Dean balls his hands into fists. “If you want a fight, come here bitch. I’m going to rip your wings out. You are a better fly.”

You are by Dean’s side with one beat of your wings to press your index finger to his lips.

“I would never hurt my beloved ones,” you whimper. “My beloved Arthur and Marcellus wanted to go back to their world. We spend a thousand years together. If humans stay in my world, they become immortal thanks to my powers.”

“I bet she killed them, Sammy,” you cup the back of Dean’s neck to force him to feel your strength. “Fuck, she ate too much spinach or pixie dust.” The hunter grunts as you press your lips to his plump ones.

“I didn’t harm my beloved ones. If you spent thousands of years here, it means you would have died a long time ago in your world. The moment they entered their world, they turned into dust…”

“And yet, you went onto a shopping spree to kidnap me and my brother, winged bitch,” you chuckle as Dean seems to be an untamable one.

“I will have so much fun turning you into my good boy,” he huffs as you lick over his mouth. “You will love being my servant, hunter. I know you can be good.”

“Miss, my brother is far from being a good boy and, we’d like to go. Uh-we are not the ones you want.”

“Sammy,” you glance at the younger brother while moving your hand to his brother’s crotch. “Your brother’s body has a different opinion.”

“We want to go.”

“Why? You can be immortal. There will be no pain, no death, no suffering,” you softly whisper in Dean’s ear. “Only pleasure and peace. You will eat the finest food, and wear clothes made by my best elves. Pleasuring me is an honor. Be thankful I chose you.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“I didn’t give you choice.”

“Bite me, winged bitch.”

“I’ll bite you!”

“Miss, did no one ever say no to you?” Sam tries to calm you and his brother.

“No. Every single man was honored to become my servant. You’ll be the same soon enough!”

“Like hell!” Dean grunts. “I won’t fuck a winged creature kidnapping me and my brother. Hot ass or not.”

“You will change your mind,” you press a soft kiss to Dean’s mouth. “I think you and your brother will soon become my favorites…”

“Shit, it won’t break,” Dean slams the chair against the window once again. “Fuck’s sake. Why won’t it break.”

“I think it’s sealed by her powers or something.”

While his brother tries to break out of the prison he calls the spacious place you brought the hunters to, his brother is busy reading yet another book from one of the bookshelves.

“Sammy, stop reading. We need to get the fuck out of here! It’s been almost a week!”

“Two weeks,” Sam slams the book shut. “I don’t get it. She brought us here. Keeps us hostage but doesn’t harm us. We are well-fed. The room is warm and cozy. She even got us our favorite things…”

“I want to go home.”

“She let the other men go. Maybe she’ll let us go one day too,” Sam says.

“I want to go now, not in a thousand years to turn into dust, Sammy. Help me!”

“You are a beautiful creature,” today you parted the brothers to get to know them better. Whiles Sam eagerly asked you questions and smiled as you gifted more books to him, his elder brother tried to attack you.

You had no other choice but to use your powers on him to keep Dean from hurting himself by attacking you. He struggles against your powers and curses your existence.

“I will kill you! Where is my brother?”

“He’s safe.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“You’ll be good now or you’ll regret it!”

“Bite me.”

You chuckle. Dean is no one you can break with violence or threats. 

“I will do something better,” you rip his tunic off his body, making him growls as you reveal his naked body to your prying eyes. “Just be good now, Dean.”

“Fuck you.”

“Not yet, Dean,” you lie next to him, just looking at the hunter. “I want you to accept your new life. Sam is on a good way.”

“If you harmed my brother, I’ll rip you apart,” Dean fights the invisible strings holding him to the bed as you carefully graze his chest with the tip of your wing.

He shudders.

“So much pain. So much responsibility. So much selflessness.”

“What are you doing?” he murmurs.

You move your wing over his body. Your feathers run all over his skin, tickle and caress him.

You can see it in his eyes and the way his body responds to your touch. Dean is used to pain. He’s not used to gentleness.

“I want to give you a new start, Dean. Become mine. You and your brother,” his eyes snap open as you run your feathers over his growing erection. “You deserve a better world. One that will protect you and make you happy.”

“I’m not going to become your sex slave,” he breathes out as you straddle his lap. “Fuck, don’t do this to me.”

“I won’t hurt you or your brother.”

Dean doesn’t fight you when you lift your hips to line his cock up with your weeping entrance, nor when you grip his wrists to pin them to the mattress.

“Just let it happen. Become mine,” you coo as you start to rock your hips. “I’m going to take good care of you and your brother.”

He just watches you move on top of him. Gasps and moans leave his lips as you lean over his body to rock your hips faster. “Fuck.”

“I know you want to come inside of me, Dean. Give me a strong heir for my kingdom. All the others failed,” he pushes up into you. “Yes, harder, my beloved one.”

“Oh fuck, you’re a beast,” you giggle as, the younger brother is all over you again. Sam fell for you long before Dean even got the chance to feel your cunt around him. “Harder, Samuel.”

“You’re mine,” Sam has you pinned to one of the many bookshelves at your library. His large hands hold your ass in a tight grip as he fucks up into you. “Say it, my queen. Tell me that you only need me!”

“Y-you, only you and your brother,” he hums but moves one large hand around your throat.

“Not good enough. What do you say, Dean?”

“I’m not convinced that our little fairy only belongs to us,” Dean watches his brother wrap one arm around your waistline to give Dean the chance to get behind you. “What do you say? Do we want to have our way with her?”

“Y/N belongs to us. Only us.”

“I-I only belong to you. I swear…”

The tables turned months after you kidnapped the hunters. They accepted their new lives but wanted you to give yourself to them in return.

“Now, let’s see how well you can take both of us, little fairy,” Dean whispers in your ear as his cock pokes your tightest hole. “I bet you will make the cutest noises for us again…”

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[renhaswritersblock]

Kinktober Day 1: Facesitting||Anonymous Sex - Johnson

Word Count: 2174

Warnings: Oral, overstimulation, faded sex, slight angst

A/N: Hello! So, I kinda got a bit carried away with this one *looks at the word count* hehe. But I hope you enjoy reading this fic. Was a bit hesitant at first while writing this smut, but with a few readings from a couple of friends, I continued writing! It's sort of unfinished, a work in progress. The rest of the kinktober day's will probably be short, not sure yet. I have a few exams this week and work is being a cunt, so the writing will be delayed for a short while, sorry. Also, I refer to Johnson in this fic as "The Man" cause of the anonymous sex part. Anyways, again, hope you enjoy reading! Let me know what you think. I do accept feedback/criticism, just don't abuse that power. And I hope ya'll are having a wonderful day. -Ren

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“So, do you mind telling me where the hell we’re going, Frankie?” the strawberry-blonde glanced over at her friend sitting beside her, gripping anxiously at the steering wheel.

Frankie had her head leaned halfway against the open window of the moving car. Feeling the cool summer-night breeze hit her face while her hand traces circles on her wooden thigh. A small yet noticeable grin leisurely forms on the brunette’s face, thinking about tonight’s plans. She had been looking forward to this night for some time, finally be able to get away from the Bang-a-Rang - a place she once called home but is now a prison - and go wherever the river takes her.

“Hello? Earth to Frankie.” Frankie opened her eyes, turning her head swiftly towards the calling of her name. “Are you going to answer my question? Or do I have to turn the damn car around and drive back?”

Frankie pressed her lips together, letting out an exasperate sigh. “You worry too much, V,” she finally replied in a soft, choleric voice.

“No shit,” V retorted, “I rather not have Aunt Rosemary or Dennis be on my fucking ass if you’re doing something that could get us in trouble. Or worse, killed.” She glanced once more at Frankie with a furrowed brow. The brunette rolled her eyes with a snarl, glaring back out the window, head resting in hand. The pale broad’s narrowed eyes dropped into a pitiful look, sighing as she turned her attention back on the road. “Look, hon. I’m trying to be there for you more and back you up, but you can’t just leave me in the dark. You know what happened last time, fuck, it scared the living shit out of me.” Frankie’s eyes darted down at her wrist, seeing the visible dark-faded bruises wrapped around her like a cuff. Her face scrunched mournfully at the memory, remembering how painfully tight those bastards tied the chains. “I don’t want you to die, Frankie,” V finished, becoming teary-eyed.

The strawberry-blonde jumped at the gentle touch of something weighing on her shoulder. Looking over, she saw the olive-skin hand belonging to Frankie, giving a light squeeze for reassurance. “Didn’t know you cared this much about me, V. Thanks,” Frankie gave a half sympathetic smile, V returning a similar smile. “But you should save that melancholic shit-talking for your butch when it gets close to war,” She quipped, making V scowl and slap Frankie’s hand off her shoulder.

“Fuck you, bitch.” Frankie couldn’t help but tilt her head back and release a cackle as V continued staring angrily at the road.

“I’m just fucking with you, puta. You know I love you.” The brunette adjusted herself in her seat, now sitting up straight. “Anyways, a little birdie sent me a note to meet them at this motel in town,” Frankie pulled out a wrinkled note from the pocket of her shorts, handing it to V, “Mira. Thought I could -you know- check it out.” V quickly snatched the piece of paper, silently reading it while keeping an eye on the road.

In town only for tonight. Meet me at the Woodland Motel at 8 pm sharp, don’t be late. See you there.

Ps. bring the thing XO

“The thing?” V quirked up a brow, turning to Frankie with a puzzled expression. All the brunette could do was shrug at her response, fixing her spaghetti strap. V scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief, “Do you even know who you’re meeting? It could be some crazy lunatic who’ll bash your brains out or make you end up in a tub full of ice with a missing organ!” Frankie reached to grab the note out of her friend’s hand as she was waving it around in the air. “Honestly, Frankie. Do you not see the red flags here?”

“Nope.” The brunette answered with a popping sound on the p, “Plus, I know him. Known him for a pretty long time. And besides-” she bends down, tracing her fingers on the smooth wood of her prosthesis. Finding the split crack, she gently pulled at it to reveal a hollowed compartment and a revolver nestled inside. “-if I ever am in danger. I always have this.” She took the gun out of its chamber, swaying it in the air.

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Lighting another cigarette, the man watched from his car as the brunette struts out of the front office towards the parked convertible, bending down to lean against the car’s open window of the driver’s side.

The last time he saw her, her shaggy hair was long and vibrant, reaching down to her backside, her bangs acting as curtains to shield away her flaws, as she called it. Now her hair was short - below the ears and sleek, it reminded him of Betty Boop.

It was unclear what she was saying to her friend, but not even a minute passed when the convertible came to life and started to drive off, leaving the girl wiggly waving goodbye. Once the car was out of sight, she twirled in the direction of her room.

He couldn’t help but stare longingly at her ass. How her shorts hugged tightly around the brunette, revealing more of her curves and backside. Even her tight-fitted tank top that displayed her womanly busty’s made the man’s cock twitch as they bounced merrily.

When she entered the motel room, the man waited a couple more minutes, taking one good draw of his cigarette puffing out a cloud of smoke before exiting the vehicle. Throwing the cig on the ground, he swaggers across the street, taking out a spare room key from the pocket of his blazer, and approached quietly to the door to room 6.

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Frankie let out a faint moan, feeling a wave of pleasure overtake her as she played frantically with her clit. Her face growing red hot, firmly cupping one of her breasts, whimpering lowly when she twisted the nipple to feel the burning friction and pressed down on a particular spot of her clit that made her see stars.

After she stepped inside the room, the brunette did not waste time quickly disposing of all her clothes and hopped daintily on top of the bed, not even bothering to turn on the light. She wanted to start slowly, gradually roaming her hands around her body and steadily rubbing her slit on the outer layer of her boxers, but the brunette was impatient. Hungry for the pleasure that would push her over the edge. Intimacy she hadn’t felt for a long time.

Now, sprawled out on the bed, Frankie writhed in frustration, her free hand clenching the pillow below her head as she concentrated on the small squelching sounds of her pussy from teasing her bud. Eyes shut tight, biting back her cries of bliss. She could feel it rising, the knot in her stomach tightening, aching to be released. Yet Frankie refused to, not wanting to climax so soon. Not without him.

She wondered where he was. Wishing -fuck- begging for him to show up and claim her, ruin her, make her a mess. Turning her head toward the nightstand, she saw the red numbers illuminate from the digital clock reading 8:22 pm. Maybe he was running late. The river always kept him busy and distracted, slowly drifting him away from her, leaving her to sink further into the watery depths of the current to drown. Maybe she was set up, that this was another one of the pin-up’s sick jokes to get back at her. Frankie’s chest ached tightly at the many dejecting thoughts consuming her, stopping and removing her hand out of her boxers. He’s not showing up, Frankie thought, tears beginning to cloud her vision.

Suddenly, a pair of hands swiftly grabbed her by the leg and thigh, pulling the brunette down at the edge of the bed. Frankie released a startled squeal, opening her eyes widely to see the dark outline of a man hovering above, two dimly lit orbs longingly staring at her. She gazed back up at the man with a slack-jaw, blushing. Wondering how long had he been here, watching her touch herself soundlessly. Her breath hitched, jolting when she felt the cold but comforting touch of the man, delicately tracing her slender frame. Sending her body trembling every time the tip of his fingers draw near a sensitive bit. He moves down to her breasts, burying his face between them, giving small pecks and soft bites of reassurance that left the brunette flush, turning her head to the side biting her fist to hold back the moans. Noticing this, the man then latched his mouth onto one of her nipples. Frankie hissed and jerked at the pleasurable shock as he sank his teeth into her, granting a loud moan to escape from her lips. She could sense the man looking up, smirking smugly. He repeated his action one more time, greedily wanting to hear her whines and soundless beggings.

Hooking a finger on the waistband of her boyshorts, he steadily tugged the fabric down, opening her legs to fully exposing her wetness. The brunette’s breathed heavily as the man left a trail of tender kisses, going down between her legs. Before he could press his lips against her heat, his hand brushed her thigh accidentally, making the girl flinch and back away out of instinct. He looked up at her with a furrowed brow, questioning what he did to make her panic and flee so slightly. Then it hit him. His eyes darted back at her leg and at the wooden prosthesis still strapped onto her mid-thigh, realizing the mistake he made. He looked back up to her, kissing her other leg apologetically, signaling that he wasn’t going to do anything she was thinking of again. Frankie mumbled an ok before moving hesitantly closer, carefully leaning back and opening her legs once more.

Immediately, he sinks his face into her cunt, dragging his tongue up and down her slit to savor her juice. Frankie whined and stirred, arching her back at the feeling of him vigorously eating her out. As his mouth focused on engorging her clit, he worked two fingers into her hole, perfectly sliding inside her.

The brunette choked out a moan at the intrusion, grabbing ahold of the bedsheets as he slowly dragged his fingers out and quickly shoved them back in, setting a rough pace that hit her g-spot with every thrust. Her hips began to move to meet his fingers and tongue as he proceeded to fuck her, picking up his pace and going knuckles deep. She felt pressure build in the pit of her stomach, increasing by the second. With a brisk roll of his tongue over her clit, Frankie arched her back and spasmed into a powerful orgasm.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Frankie’s eyes rolled back as her body shook violently, huffing out of breath at the sensation.

When the brunette came down from her high, she thought that was the end of it. Only for the man to grab both her hips and pulled Frankie closer to his face, continuing to burrow his tongue into her, repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. Frankie tensed up at the feeling of being stimulated again, bracing for another climax that was closing in. She reached down to try and pull his head away from her. To no avail, the man moving it away by extending his hand out to hers, fingers intertwined. No matter how many times she squirmed away from the man’s face, he would always go forward and proceed to work on her cunt, digging his nails into her skin. Then the brunette made an attempt to roll over to detach his lips from her folds, but it only flipped him over to his back, pulling her to sit on his face.

“S-stop. I-It’s too -fuck- It’s too much,” The brunette arose, gripping at the man’s hands as support, as well as to pry them open, “Fu-Fuck, I’m gonna- AH!” She cried out, snapping her head back as another orgasm came crashing shockwaves of ecstasy into her. The man emitted a mm, parting his lips away from her snatch to breathe. Frankie took it as an opportunity to free herself from him, wearily getting off and slumping next to the man on her back, also catching her breath.

Not even a minute had passed when she heard the metal clang of a belt and looked down to see the silhouette of the man seated upwards. He began to remove his pants, tugging them down to his knees, and turned to face the brunette.

“Just give me a minute.” She responded with a raspy voice, lifting herself gradually. Frankie perched at the side of the bed, unclasping the leather strap of her prosthesis. Removing her leg, she leaned it against the wall and crawled back to the middle, spreading out to present herself to the man. With a slight close-lipped smile, she purred, “Ready when you are, cariño.”

[here4theheartbreak]

Warm Beach Afternoons (ksj + jjk)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Jungkook x Seokjin Genre: smut, PWP Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~2.6k

Tags: smut, PWP, cockwarming, dirty talk, watersports, oral sex, Omorashi, rough oral, semi-public blowjobs, coming untouched, deepthroating

Summary: It's far too hot for any sort of nonsense, Jin thinks. Jungkook has other ideas.

A/N: Second Kinktober fic, day 4: cockwarming. This fic was inspired by this lovely piece of artwork. 

The sun was boiling hot. Too hot to reasonably be outside, Jin figured. And he was determined to take every opportunity to bitch about it to anyone that would listen. The rest of the group ignored him, as they always did – disrespectful kids, he did something wrong raising them. The makeup noonas only laughed and offered him ice packs or cold water. 

And of course, there was Jungkook – in a league of his own, set out to torture Jin at every turn. Jungkook heard Jin was overheating, and his priority became laying on the elder, leaping on him, hugging him, or otherwise smothering him, at every turn.

Not that Jin really minded. For as much as he’d complain about Jungkook, that young man had his heart locked away in that beautiful bunny smile. They hadn’t mean to get so involved. Jungkook was the baby of the group, he was the elder. He knew he should be taking care of Jungkook – and that didn’t mean stealing kisses from his perfect mouth or routinely railing him into the bed. But despite knowing he shouldn’t, Jin couldn’t help it. He’d found himself falling hard and fast for the golden child. The other members knew, but opted to look the other way; so long as they didn’t get themselves outed in some horrible way, it didn’t bother them. 

Most of the time, they were careful. Jungkook was clingy with everyone, so nobody thought twice when he’d leap into Jin’s arms, or chose to crawl into his bed while on a trip somewhere. Even the fans thought it was oh so sweet and brotherly. Of course, there were whispers, usually from international fans, about what if, maybe they are – but nobody gave them much thought. It was harmless. 

What wasn’t harmless was the current situation. Jin was trying his best to remain cool as they shot the last few photos from his group shot with Jungkook and Yoongi. However, every time the cameras paused – and a few times when they weren’t, Jin found himself with a very large, heavy, and hot Jungkook leaning on him. 

He pushed his arms off for the fifth time in fifteen minutes, whining. “It’s too hot,”

“It’s not that bad,” Jungkook complained. He back hugged Jin once more, blowing cool air on the back of his neck. Jin gritted his teeth, hating how nice it felt. 

“Just a few more in the lifeguard seat,” the cameraman said, clearly mistaking Jin’s expression for annoyance. “Then you three can relax. We’ll shoot a little further down with the other four.”

“Sounds good,” Yoongi said. “That spot of shade is calling my name.”

Jin chuckled. “Agreed. You go first,” he offered, motioning his head to the lifeguard stand a few feet away. Yoongi headed for it, crawling into it and settling in for the photos. Jungkook went next, and Jin took a moment to shake the fabric from his skin, sticky with his sweat – and Jungkook’s. 

Jin climbed into the stand last, working with the photographer to take the photos he needed to take. When the man finished, Jin slumped down in the chair, closing his eyes and letting the sun beat down over his skin.

“Gonna get a sunburn,” Jungkook scolded. Jin opened his eyes, looking down. Jungkook was climbing up the lifeguard stand, effectively pinning him there. 

“Then let me get down, I’ll join Yoongi in the shade.”

“Nope,” Jungkook leaned forward, going nearly nose to nose with Jin. Jin pulled his head back, glancing over to make sure they were alone.

“Jungkook,” he warned.

“I’m horny,” Jungkook said softly.

Jin’s eyes widened. “When did you become so damn brazen.”

“We’ve been so busy working on the photoshoots for the single… You haven’t let me touch you in days.” Jungkook leaned on the stand, forcing Jin to open his legs or have his knees crushed by Jungkook’s weight. Jungkook slid his palms up Jin’s bare legs, squeezing his thighs under his shorts. “I miss you.”

“I’m sorry,” Jin whispered, relaxing a little at Jungkook’s firm, steady touches. His eyes fluttered shut. “We’ll play together tonight, okay?”

“What about right now?” Jungkook offered. Jin felt him shift and opened his eyes, surprised to see Jungkook climbing down. His hopes for freedom and relaxation were dashed, however, when Jungkook stopped a few feet lower, his torso still against Jin’s legs. He palmed Jin’s cock through his shorts, meeting his gaze. “We have time.”

“We don’t,” Jin argued, gasping a little when Jungkook squeezed. 

“We can make time. I can hurry.”

“It’s far too hot for this,” Jin complained even as Jungkook pulled his cock from his swim trunks. 

“Drink some water then.”

Jin swore softly, chuckling. “Also, we’re gonna get caught.”

“Doing what?” Jungkook asked, his eyes wide and innocent. “I’m just playing with my hyung on the lifeguard tower,” he leaned forward, sliding Jin’s half hard cock into his mouth. 

Jin jerked forward, grabbing Jungkook’s back. Jungkook took him the rest of the way in his mouth, reaching up to grab Jin’s back. He knew, from where the rest of the crew was, it did probably look like they were just wrestling. 

The only problem was that Jungkook wasn’t even sucking. No, he was holding Jin’s cock in his perfect mouth, only moving his tongue every now and again. Even as Jin swelled to full hardness, Jungkook remained still. Jin pinched his side.

“Come on, hurry up and make me come,” he hissed, watching the others frolic down the beach.

Jungkook pulled his mouth off Jin’s cock with an obscene pop, his lips wet. “Come? I’m not blowing you.”

“Then what’s your face doing on my crotch?”

Jungkook smirked. “I thought your cock was cold. I’m warming it for you. I can’t make you come, we’re in public.”

Jin gritted his teeth. Jungkook grinned and slid his mouth back over Jin’s cock, nuzzling down as far as he could. 

“You’re such a fucking tease,” Jin hissed. “I’m pounding your ass tonight for this.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes up. He pressed his tongue up, applying pressure to Jin’s cock. At the same time, he let his teeth graze dangerously over the sensitive shaft, and Jin’s eyes rolled back. 

“Be careful,” he growled. Jungkook moved his teeth back, his lips curving into a smirk around Jin’s cock. The little shit knew exactly what he was doing.

No matter how Jin tried to move, to stimulate any part of his cock, Jungkook remained still, entirely relaxed. It wasn’t as if they were atop a lifeguard stand with their entire group and about twenty crew members a few hundred feet away. 

Jin was in agony. This was worse than edging; he was sweating, turned on, and desperate. Yet, the lack of stimulation - and ever constant stimulation - of Jungkook’s mouth had his cock in a state of half hard, half soft. Jungkook’s mouth was warm and wet and comfortable… 

Jin hissed. “Let me go,” he panted. “JK, I gotta piss.” He pushed at Jungkook.

Jungkook looked up at him. He winked. Instead of moving, he closed his lips more firmly around Jin’s cock and shifted. One hand slid down, and he pressed hard on Jin’s lower belly, not breaking eye contact with Jin. Jin’s throat closed when he realized what Jungkook was getting at.

“N— Here?” Jin panted. He and Jungkook had played with piss a little, but never in public. Not that he was opposed… Frankly the idea had his heart racing. He looked back down the way at their group and then to Jungkook. “You sure?”

Jungkook’s nostrils flared. He nodded as well as he could, shifting just a little. He buried his fingers in Jungkook’s shaggy purple hair, leaning forward just a bit. A few drops came first, and the thought of them landing on Jungkook’s tongue nearly made him moan. He closed his eyes, focusing on the warm, wet, tight feeling of Jungkook’s mouth. He willed his bladder to release, pushing away thoughts of arousal flooding in. 

There it was. A spurt of piss first, and then a gush. And there, a full, steady stream. He could hear Jungkook gulping rapidly, and feel the warm piss filling his mouth. It was pooling around the base of his cock as Jungkook struggled to swallow it down. The amount of water he’d drunk throughout the day was coming in handy, he realized. He looked down, meeting Jungkook’s gaze.

He was tearing up, his nostrils flaring as he breathed between gulps of Jin’s release.

“Cockwarmer, huh?” Jin whispered. “Looks like what I actually have here is a nice, portable urinal, isn’t that right?”

Jungkook’s eyelids fluttered shut. Jin laughed softly, stroking his cheek. “Almost done, baby. Keep swallowing for me… Fuck, Jungkook. Drink it all.”

Jungkook gave a full body shudder, his fingers tightening on Jin’s lower back. 

Jin pulled his cock back slowly as his stream ended, letting Jungkook swallow the last bit of piss. He opened his mouth when he was done, showing Jin his proof.

“Good boy,” Jin murmured. He tried to tuck himself away but Jungkook made a noise of annoyance.

“I was a good cockwarmer and urinal,” he whined. “Don’t I get a treat?”

Jin glanced at the others. “They’re about done.”

“And you’re hard already and always come fast after you piss. I can do it.” Jungkook smirked. “Wanna know something that’ll speed things along?”

Jin raised an eyebrow. Jungkook shifted, standing up a little higher on the ladder of the stand. Jin could see the front of his shorts, tented from his own erection. Jungkook pulled Jin’s cock free and kissed the tip and looked up at Jin. “Slide your hand in the front of my shorts.”

Jin shifted, sliding his hand down gently, past Jungkook’s tight stomach, the tie of his trunks, the soft, curly mat of his pubic hair…

“Oh...” Jin breathed, his cock throbbing. “Is that…”

Jungkook grinned. “I came in my trunks while you were pissing in my mouth.”

Jin moaned softly. He ran his hand over Jungkook’s cock, feeling the slick squish of his come, clinging to his skin and hair.

Jungkook sank down on his cock, his shoulders heaving a little when the tip bumped his throat. He began to suck and swallow, barely moving his head. Jin grunted behind closed lips, playing with Jungkook’s come covered cock. It was a secret between them, this kink. If it was a kink. An association, really.

The night that Jin took Jungkook’s virginity, they began with foreplay. Which turned into Jungkook sucking Jin’s cock; not a bad arrangement if Jin could say so himself. Jungkook had been in his jockey shorts at that point. And, in his ever so eager way, ended up coming prematurely, spilling his release in his shorts. Though he’d been embarrassed, Jin had never been more turned on in his life. He’d come so hard he saw spots just from Jungkook’s mouth on his cock, and his hand down the from of his come filled shorts. From that point on, Jungkook filling his underwear with a surprise load of come was the quickest way to get Jin to orgasm; and Jungkook was good at it. Jin was starting to wonder if the guy could come on command with how easily he came in his shorts during foreplay, even after all these years. It wasn’t that he was always premature; having sex, Jungkook could go for hours sometimes. But if the mood struck… It happened. 

Jin whined softly. Jungkook was mouthing along his cock perfectly. “So dirty, JK,” he teased. “Filled your trunks with all this come… And not even being touched. You squirted while your hyung was making you drink his piss. So, so dirty.”

Jungkook pulled off Jin’s cock with a wet pop. He began to stroke him in short, fast strokes. “Can’t help it,” he panted. “I just love your cock… Being your cockwarmer made my dick so hard. I was wishing you could just lay me in the sand and ruin my asshole, right there… And then you started pissing, I couldn’t help but get so much hotter. It tasted so good and it makes my belly feel full and warm, I just had to let a load go.”

Jin shuddered, his orgasm nearing. He pulled his hand free and licked the come from it, earning a happy little gasp and sigh from Jungkook.

“Well, I’ll need to punish you tonight,” Jin murmured.

“What will you do?” 

“I think I’ll need to pound your ass… Make you scream loud enough all our members hear.” 

Jungkook’s eyes rolled back. He nodded quickly. 

“And maybe after,” Jin muttered, “I’ll leave another round of piss in there, make you plug it up and hold it until your stomach hurts.”

Jungkook whined and nodded again. “Please, hyung…”

“We’ll see,” Jin murmured. “Swallow it again, I’m close.”

He pushed Jungkook’s head down, sighing happily when Jungkook took his cock to the root. A few quick bobs of his head and a few swipes of Jungkook’s expert tongue, and Jin was coming, spilling hot ropes of come into his soft mouth. 

Jin felt his entire body relax, the tension draining out of him with each spurt. “Perfect,” he sighed.

Jungkook pulled off him with a pop and tucked him away. “They’re coming,” he whispered. 

Jin straightened up and grabbed Jungkook, shifting their posture to look like they were wrestling on the seat as the others neared.

“You’re going to fall,” Namjoon called as he approached.

“He’s trying to smother me,” Jin complained. Jungkook popped his head up, shaking it to try and fix his hair.

“I’m just making sure you’re cozy, the breeze from the water might be cold.”

“Troublemaker,” Jin grumbled. Jungkook laughed and crawled down the ladder. Jin glanced down, relieved to see his crotch was not showing any bulges or wet spots. The makeup girl rushed up, fixing his hair without question; she was used to fixing mistakes from their wrestling on shoots. Jin crawled down as well, watching Jungkook from afar. He wondered what she’d say if she knew that mess of Jungkook’s pretty hair was from Jin’s hands, pulling and tugging. Or the slightly smeared lip color was because his lips were around Jin’s cock… She wouldn’t be happy, that’s for sure.

Jungkook glanced over, meeting Jin’s gaze and offering a sweet smile as she fixed his makeup. The photographer was talking about the last few group shots, but Jin could barely pay attention. One word he heard for sure though, was water.

“We get to play in it?” Jin asked, perking up immediately.

The photographer thought for a moment and nodded. “Sure, I think that would be cute photos perhaps. But we’ll do that last, so if you guys get your outfits wet, it won’t be a big deal.” Jin nodded. He leaned over a little, allowing the makeup girl to fix his hair and face when she came at him. 

They set to work after, finishing up the beach shoots and heading to the ocean. Jin tried not to keep staring at Jungkook, but it was impossible. He did, however, try not to notice (at least visibly) when Jungkook made sure to go at least waist deep into the water, inconspicuously shifting to make sure his trunks were well soaked in the crotch area. 

As the shoot wrapped up and they dried off and changed back into their normal clothing. And, of course, as was the pattern, Jungkook took that opportunity to drape himself over Jin, warming every inch of his body that he could reach. But Jin didn’t complain this time. This time he leaned into it, savoring Jungkook’s embrace. Pesky or not – Jungkook was his happiness, and he’d never trade a second of time with him for anything else in the world.

[honeybeedrabble]

Kinktober Day 10: Cheating - Sasuke x AFAB!Reader

CW: Sasuke x AFAB!reader, cheating sasuke, guilt, sex pollen venom, dubcon (maybe ??), unprotected piv (don’t be stupid), multiple creampie (again don’t be stupid), oral (m receiving), overstimulation, rough sex at the end, breast play, improper use of genjutsu, mention of pricking reader with kunai to release genjutsu, lmg what i missed !!

18+ MDNI

You and Sasuke were sent out on a mission to capture a rogue ninja from just beyond the hidden leaf. There were sighting of her in the land of fire, so you two were scouted out for days, searching for the genjustsu user. Finally you two had tracked her location- more specifically you did. Sasuke had left you alone for only a few minutes when you were ambushed. The woman appeared out of nowhere throwing a kunai at you, which you were able to dodge.

“Thank god that pretty boy left you alone, I was nervous I wouldn’t get the chance to fight you!” She sneered. You lunged, weaving fire style hand signs- something you were told she was weak against. She gasped, getting struck by the small embers that emanated from your attack.

The genjustsu user was quick on offense, spraying a water style attack to combat your first move. Steam surrounded you, and you were alert, ready for her to pop out at any moment for whatever she had left. You could sense the enemy’s chakra behind you and when you turned around she sprang out. She was quick, but no match for your reflexes.

You grabbed her by the arm and threw her down to the ground, she crashed into the dirt with a grunt.

“SHIT!” She gritted through her teeth. You were about to land the finishing blow when suddenly you felt a vine creeping up your leg.

“W-What?!” You were shocked, rose vines growing from nowhere and tying you up, the thorns piercing your skin and where they had punctured you, you felt a burning sensation, far beyond just a simple wound.

“Earth style- roses temptation genjustsu!” She exclaimed. You fell back, the thorns creeping up higher and higher up your thighs. You felt your core tighten and your body temperature raise. You were starting to sweat, a painful arousal stirring in your loins almost immediately.

You heard you name being shouted from beyond the tree line. The genjustsu user swore, before making a break for it. You saw your comerade rushing into the scene, watching you writhe in lustful agony.

“What did she do? How did she hurt you?” Sasuke asked, kneeling down worried at your side. He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and you felt electricity through your veins from the simple touch.

“Ngh- AH!” You moaned loud. “S…She said it was a genjustsu…” You were able to make out. Sasuke grabbed a kunai from his side pouch, slicing the growing vines off of you and pricking you with the sharp tip to try and break the genjustsu. You let out another moan, thighs clamping together tightly. Sasukes eyes widened, he swallowed deeply, you watched mesmerized as his adams apple bobbed up and down before he licked his lips.

“It… It’s not working. It hasn’t broken…” You whimpered, feeling a drop of arousal coat the inside of your panties. The sensation alone was enough to have you arching your back. “S-Sasuke…” You gasped, writhing in the fluffy grass.

“I-I don’t know what to do… Ive never seen… this kind of genjustsu before!” His face was red, and he clutched the kunai tightly. “I’m going to find her and force her to break it-“

“No! D-Don’t you dare leave m-me like this…” You said with fear. “Sasuke I need your help… P-please. It hurts…” Tears ran down your eyes, your hand rested on your breast as you played with it to release some tension. You moaned, biting your lip and looking up at the Uchiha man through your eyelashes.

Sasuke couldn’t deny he was at least slightly aroused by your lewd display, begging him for “help” which he knew meant was to fuck you. He watched you cry and thrash against the ground, your face red with embarrassment while you were at your most desperate with carnal desires. His comerade was in trouble- how could he deny her the help she needed?! Especially when you’re in oh so much pain… The guilt sat heavy on his mind, needing to fuck his partner while his wife was at home worried about his well being.

Before he could make up his mind you got up and pounced on him, bringing him to the ground. He gasped, feeling you grind against his erection between both your layers. You moaned, the feeling of his hard member against your pained clit was a relief like no other. Watching his face redden while you were on top of him only turned you on more. He let out soft sounds, his hand resting on your waist as you rolled your hips into him.

“Ngh- i-it’s just a genjustu. It’s all in your head, you have to fight it!” Sasuke stammered, although his hips rutting back against you was telling a different story.

Pins and needles were all over your body, your cunt was aching to be filled by him- you needed to feel the stretch of cock on a carnal level, tearing at his shirt, crying through the pain of your animalistic craving.

“It’s doesn’t feel like one…” you huff, his shirt coming off and revealing his muscular abs. Sasuke sat up, his hand coming off of your waist and tangling in your hair.

“You… we… need to fight it…” he said softly, face inches away from yours.

“I can’t think straight Sasuke… I need you.” You closed the gap, lips crashing into his own. He didn’t follow his own advice, tanging his tongue with yours the second he was able to slip past your lips.

You pulled your shorts off, then reached for his pants and unbuttoned them, zipping his zipper down and tugging his boxers waistband to the side. His cock sprung loose, his angry red tip lathered with precum. You bent down and shoved him down your throat, he grunted, pulling your hair.

You shoved him down the back of your throat, playing with your cunt from outside your panties. You felt your slick seep through, making your fingers slippery. You used that hand to fondle his balls, starved for his cum.

“Ngh- ahh- shit. It’s t-too much… I… I can’t…” He whimpered, shooting a fat load into your mouth. You gratefully swallowed, playing with your pained pussy to release the tension. The heavenly taste of his salty spend on your tongue was enough to have you seeing stars, plunging your index and middle finger into your weary hole, pulsing around your fingers.

You kept sucking, his legs twitching as you sucked him dry and then some. His eyes began to water, moaning your name to you in the forest. His mind was racing, thinking about Sakura, wishing she had this kind of a mouth on her. He felt awful, drooling over the feeling of your sloppy sucking and comparing it to that of his wife. He felt even worse, knowing yours was better.

“I- oh fuck,” He stammered, eyes threatening to roll back. “I-Is that it? Is it over?” He asked, pulling you off his dick, watching you lick your lips. You shook your head.

“It’s worse now,” you blubbered, face red. Your eyes were still full of tears, a pained expression on your face. Sasuke wanted to help you- really- but he felt awful at the idea of fucking you.

“I…”

“I know, I know. I’ll do the work, just please Sasuke! My fingers can’t get the job done, it’s hell! My skin feels like it’s burning.” You threw your compression shirt off, tits spilling out. His eyes were fixed on them, you felt his cock harden underneath you again.

“Make it quick…” he muttered, licking his lips.

You quickly mounted him, stuffing his girthy cock into your sopping hole, moaning loudly as you took him balls deep. Sasuke grunted, ashamed of his reactions as he twitched inside of you. You rocked back and forth on him, clit brushing up against his dark hair and your jaw hung loose as you coated his loins with your arousal.

Sasuke stifled a moan, watching your tits bounce up and down as you rode him. He attached his lips to your hard nipple and you cried, pushing his head deeper into your breasts. He licked at your tits, silencing his groans into your chest, embarrassed he was so sensitive from a woman who wasn’t even his wife.

“FUCK! Y-yes sasuke! M-More!” You yelped, feeling your core tighten as your thighs shook.

You came desperately, choking his shaft with your velvety walls as you leaked on his lap. Sasuke moaned, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead while you pumped yourself on him, using his hard cock like he were a simple toy. It was too much for him, he shot hot spurts of cum deep inside of you, your toes curled and you clamped you eyes shut, feeling the euphoria from being so unbelievably stuffed.

It was so perplexing, never had Sasuke been fucked so desperately, this type of sexual energy he wasn’t used to and all he could do was curse himself for enjoying it so much.

He panted, falling back, hitting the ground with his spine as he waited for you to get off of him. But you didn’t. You sat on his cock, breathing heavily with your hands splayed on his chest. While you felt slightly better, you were still at the mercy of your arousal. Sasukes eyes shot open as you slowly started bobbing up and down his shaft again.

“W-What? That’s not enough?” He asked shocked, brows furrowed as your hips rose and fell back against him.

Your eyes were still red, face scrunched into a tortured grimace, teeth gritting as you kept at it.

“N-Not even close.” He let out a whimper, biting his lower lip as he watched his sticky cum leak out of you and stick to where your sexes met, stretching into a stringy mess when you came off, just to pool again when you came down on him.

He threw his head back, hips thrusting into you against his will, diving his overstimulated cock into your tight, wet cunt, bottoming out with a shudder each time his tip hit your hilt. He grabbed one of your tits, thumb rolling over your nipple eliciting a growl from deep within your gut.

You threw your hands on the ground, one on each side of his head. You began to ride him faster, sounds of moans and the slapping from your wet skin on eachother filling the woods. He cried out your name panicked.

“Please! I cant… oh god…” Sasukea legs twitched, hips hitting the grass as he lost his energy.

“Sasuke, m’so sorry,” you mewled. “I’ll be good, just let me do this.” The stretch of his cock nestled deep inside of you felt too good to be true, scratching the itch deep inside of you.

“Soooo…. g-good…” He moaned, regretting his words. This was wrong… he knew it was. Balls deep in his sexy comerade, Sakura had no idea. The worst position to be in, yet the best position to lay down and take some wet pussy after a lengthy mission.

“F-Fuck!” You cried, ripping out a few blades of grass while your assed bounced on his cock with fervor. Soon enough you were a moaning mess, cumming around his member with passion. Sasuke thrashed, feeling you tense around him again. He was so tired, he couldn’t cum again, but the scene was so erotic he felt like he would’ve right then and there if it wasn’t for your appetite.

The burning was back and you screamed, tired of the poison that was seeping through your veins, the poison that made you a cock crazed lunatic. Sasuke was tired too, more so than you. He knew whenever he fucked Sakura next that he would be thinking of this- thinking of you. In the heat of the moment, watching your fucked out face produce a gut wrenching scream he decided that if this moment would fuck up his life forever, he would make it worth it.

Sasuke quickly got up, throwing you to the ground with this powerful arm and grabbed your hip with it. Your eyes widened, watching him lower his pants further before grabbing his cock and parting you in two with his smooth tip. You yelped, scratching his back as he finally gave you the sensation you needed.

“Ngh- GOD YES!” You cried, his dick was pumping in and out of you with an almost violent vigor. He fucked you the way he wouldn’t treat his wife, grabbing your tits and slapping them while he pummeled you. It felt amazing, you propped your head up, watching how his cock disappeared inside of you, only to bulge in your stomach the moment he reached your hilt.

“Fuck- So fucking good….” It came out as a whimper, then an animalistic groan when you threw your hips into his, meeting him whenever he thrusted inside of you.

“Thank you Sasuke, your cock s’fucking good,” tears rolled down your face again and he smirked, licking them off your face before spurting another load inside of you with a throaty groan.

Finally the pain was over, you laid there a fucked out mess unable to think straight- unable to think about the mission. Sasuke buttoned his pants and sat there next to your shirtless with his head in his hand.

“Shit…” He sighed. “Let’s promise to keep this out of the mission report, okay?”

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Next: Day 11 - Pet Play - Kiba X Reader

I FELL BEHIND AGAIN 😀😀

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Kinktober Day 7- Stuck in a wall: Obito x AFAB!Reader

CW: Obito x AFAB!reader, improper use of kamui, spanking, choking, slight degradation, hinted overstimulation, unprotected piv (don’t be stupid), cream pie (don’t be stupid) p*rn with no plot, lmk what i missed

18+ MDNI

You were trapped in his kamui, well… at least half of you was.

“Ngh- fuck, right there!” You whimpered, your voice falling on deaf ears as you spoke into the void that was Obitos escapist reality. You felt a presence behind you, his portal to his dimension opening up so he could hear your pretty moans.

“Shoulda done this a long time ago… I can fuck you while I’m here and if anyone tries to hurt you i can just kamui your pretty ass outta here.” He gave your ass a smack and you tried reaching out for the white marble that was the flooring of Obitos kamui realm. It was weird, looking and touching the white blocks for support in some fucked up prison that was in his mind, while your feet were planted firmly in the grass back on earth. Never the less, the fucking you got was proper and the reality of it happening in two places at the same time was utterly erotic.

“Mmm… fuck, you’re practically dripping down my leg baby,” he hummed, rutting into you. You clawed the matte, white pillar, nails dragging back down to your sides due to the hardness of the rock.

“O-obito… keep going. I’m so close…” you whimpered.

Obito gripped your waist hard, his cock hitting just the right spots while his other hand reached into the kamui circle and gripped your throat. You gasped, airways blocked as you sputtered into the abyss. Your face felt hot, your legs weak, and your cunt pained in only the best way.

“Fuck yeah, take it. take it just like that. The things I’d do to see that pretty little fucked out face of yours right now.” He muttered, hips stuttering as his cock bulged in your stomach. You reached a hand down to feel his outline and he grunted.

“Yeah… Yeah, you feel that?” He smirked, picking up his pace and choking you out even harsher. You tried speaking but his grip on your throat has you only letting out broken moans as your slickened walls clamped down tight on his shaft. He laughed.

“I can’t hear you,” he teased, smacking your asscheek. He loosened his grip and you gasped for air, shaking in his portal. “Such a dirty girl, y’know? Begging me to fuck you in not one realm but two? I should’ve known you were gonna be trouble.”

He pounds into you as far as he can until he’s balls deep with each thrust, his balls slapping against your clit each time you two fully connect. He has a sadistic smile across his face as he watches your legs give out, held upright by the portal. He thrusts into you one last time before he cums deep inside of you with a groan that came booming from his chest. You clench around him, drooling all over the white platform and moaning into the endless abyss.

“Fuck…” he hissed, pulling his hard cock out of you and watching your shared cum dribble out of your poor hole and onto the backs on your thighs. He pulled you out of the kamui, your back flush to his chest.

“Look at the mess you made, it’s a good thing it was out here and not in there. I’d have a lot of explaining to do next time I throw someone in there.”

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Next: Day eight: Master and Slave - Kars x Reader

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Kintober Day Six: Dubcon- Kars x AFAB!Reader.

CW: Dubcon (fear tactics and power imbalance), kars x AFAB! Reader, degradation, piv (unprotected), fingering, slapping, cream pie (don’t be stupid), breeder!kars

18+ MDNI !!!

You had heard rumors of three gods running around and stealing women from your village circulating. While they called themselves gods they were anything but that, your mother referred to them as devils. They were fearsome, those who had run into them never came back into town the same, frozen in terror from the battle for their lives, never to speak again. Everyone was frightened, terrified of what they would do to their mothers, sister and daughters. And even more terrified of what they’d do to the men who’d try to stop those evil gods from taking them away.

It was an unspoken rule in most households that people would return home before it was too late, or else be met with the same fate as all the other missing persons. You weren’t afraid, you almost laughed at the idea of these “gods” or “devils” existence. You chopped it up to a few parents trying to scare their children into going to bed on time. However this couldn’t be anything but wrong.

You went out one night with a few friends, sneaking out late to go dancing at a small bar in the corner of town near the villages entrance. You had realized you had gotten far too tipsy and decided to walk home alone, that way the rest of the group could have their own fun. You stumbled around, the nights air still hot from the summers heat. You walked up to the cobblestone wall that was the entrance of the village and leaned against it looking out towards the nearby forest. You exhaled amusingly, rolling your eyes at the thought of a few men running around without any clothes on and stealing girls and men to eat- or “worse”.

“Sure, cause why not?” You laughed to yourself. You had enough courage- or stupidity- to walk over to the small forest, ditching the idea of going home. You didn’t really care about getting home, besides, you needed to clear your mind.

You felt the leaves crunching under your footsteps, moonlight seeping through the gaps of branches in the trees. You looked up at it, it was a beautiful, clear night! You couldn’t help yourself but to venture further in and get an even deeper appreciation for the forest everyone refused to go into.

“What a bunch of pussies,” you snickered, kicking a small rock along the side of a short stream. You followed the stream up until you accidentally kicked the rock into the water. You groaned, then looked around for a log to turn over and maybe sit and meditate at for a while.

As you kept looking around the area, you noticed a small house in the middle of the forest. You were intrigued, remembering how there was an old couple rumored to have lived there before they had been eaten or killed- whichever came first.

You walked up the small stone path that led to the house, sure that it must’ve been abondoned years ago to look this awful. As you approached the broken door you heard some rustling in the trees above. You froze, thoughts of the gods flooding your mind.

“No… t-they’re not real. They can’t be.” You told yourself.

“Who isn’t real, tell me mortal?” Came a gravely voice from behind your ear. You froze, staring at the door in front of you with worry. You closed your eyes, hoping you would wake up from whatever drunken dream you had found yourself in.

You felt a large hand wrap around your jaw, forcing you to look over your shoulder. You kept your eyes shut tight.

“Open your eyes, small one. Show some respect.” His voice reverberated in the woods and your legs felt weak, shaking underneath you in fear.

You slowly opened your eyes, looking in the face of the large man behind you. His eyes were a piercing red, illuminated by the full moon. He had large, bulging muscles, with his hair wrapped in a sort of black headdress, a dark curl draped over his forehead. You let out a gasp, the man smirked.

“Y-You’re…” Your eyes started to well with tears, heart beating a million miles an hour.

“You’re shaking.” He said. grabbing your jaw harsher and turning you around to face him. You fell down on your ass hard, you let out a grunt as you hit the ground. “Tell me why you’ve come out here so late. Don’t your people know not to go looking for trouble by now? Or do I have to make an example out of you?” He grumbled, lowering down to your level, his face inches away from yours.

“I…” You breathed out, the most you could muster.

“Speak when spoken to!” He barked, teeth almost bared.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know… honestly.” You felt tears fall down your cheeks and you couldn’t stop them from flowing, fear confusing you entirely. “Please… please just don’t eat me.” The reality of your mortality being at stake was thrown in your face as he pushed your head back into the grassy dirt.

“Eat you? Now why would I do that?”

“B-Because you’re the devil,” you sniffed. He smirked, teeth flashing at you. He ducked down to your face, you could feel his breath against your skin. His tongue came out of his lips and caressed your cheek, tasting your salty tears.

“On second thoughts, maybe I should. You taste sweet.” He laughed as he watched you squirm underneath him, for some reason you were getting turned on.

“Make no mistake, human. I am no mere devil, I am a god. I am a pillarman. I am Kars. Your kind was able to seal me away and wake me up. My kind is far beyond your time and even father beyond your comprehension.” His hand was placed on your thigh, it hiked itself up slowly.

“With time comes the need for growth. And because of my peoples erasure, there are no pillarwomen to reproduce with. My brothers and I have been able to a capture a few of your women, yet they couldn’t handle what we gave them.” Kars’ hand was under your long skirt now, your thigh quivering under his touch.

“We couldn’t have just let them go, we have an image to maintain- soon to be humanity’s most perfect beings.”

“W-What happened to them?” You asked through tears. He chuckled.

“You’re soon to find out.” His hand shot up, ripping your panties off of you and rubbing a circle along your engorged clit. You let out a whimper, he quickly covered your mouth.

“Quiet. My brothers are inside that building you’ve found. Do you want them to come out here and do this to you as well?” He asked, eyes staring daggers into you. You shook your head viciously. “That’s what I thought.” He picked you up bridal style and brought you further into the woods. You felt terrified, unsure of your fate. Yet entirely aroused due to his gorgeous being and opulent touches.

Kars set you down on the ground, in a small patch of flowers. He looked at you with a smirk.

“How pretty.” He said softly, licking your cheeks for more of your delicious tears. “The women from your village had almost died in fear the moment we set eyes on them. You however are different. Maybe you can handle the strength of a pillarman. Maybe you’ll be a perfect specimen to bare our children.” Your blood ran cold.

His hand attacked your clit again, flicking your bud with little to no effort while you panted heavily, moans escaping your lips. His fingers slowly dipped down, prodding your hole before his thick didgets thrusted into you.

“AH!” You threw your head back, your back arching deeply as you lightly pushed your hips down on his hand.

“I guess I was right, mortal. You are a perfect specimen. Nice and tight… warm… wet…” he trailed off as he pumped his fingers inside of you, feeling your velvety walls clamp down in bliss as if you were real estate. “I’d bet you’re fertile, nobody could possibly be this wet already.”

“P-Please… Kars, don’t get me pregnant,” you felt so embarrassed saying that, tears forming out of embarrassment now.

“Shut up, human!” He snapped, slapping your clit. You yipped, pleasure and pain surrounding you entirely as his hand retracted from your pussy. “I could always just eat you instead, would you rather that?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“No! P-Please don’t my god…” you cried. Kars let out a booming laugh, going back to rubbing your clit.

“How amusing…” He sighed humorously. Kars sat up tearing your clothes off of you and your nipples hardened in the air. You shuddered, the air that once felt warm now feels cold after the night had gotten longer. “Cold, are we?” He asked. You nodded.

Kars had taken off his headdress, a giant mass of curly hair came falling beautifully down his shoulders and muscular back. You could see his horn even better now. His hair created almost a wall around you, keeping your body warmth in that area. He adjusted his loin cloth and you looked down. His cock sprang out and hit his chiseled abs. You looked at its menacing menacing girth with fear and put a hand on his abdomen trying to push him away.

“You’ve been so good, don’t ruin it, mortal.” Kars sighed with disappointment. He flashed his teeth at you and out of fear you withdrew your hand. “Oh, look at that? You can listen.” he hummed.

He grabbed the base of his thick cock and ran it along your folds, eliciting a mewl out of you. Kars smirked, then thrusted into you with an incomparable force. You let out a scream, feeling his length pummel into you with a blissfully agonizing stretch.

“What a nice cocksleeve you are. In all my years i’ve never had a pussy this tight.“ He parted you almost violently.

He set the pace hard and fast, opening you up with his rod. Kars pounded you, watching how you bobbed up and down on his length, shifting under the grassy flowers with each thrust. He grabbed your hips with such force you were sure his fingertips could’ve bruised you. He held you in place while he drilled you, your eyes had rolled back and you gripped the dewy grass underneath you for stability.

Your moans filled the air and your walls fluttered around him, your slick painting his length as the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filled your ears. You felt a pool of drool slip past the corner of your mouth as you whimpered underneath his giant frame. Kars down at your face and smiled wide.

“Oohhh, that’s nice… how wicked. Enjoying how i’m taking you in these woods, mortal? I knew you had it in you…” Kars smiled.

His lips crashed into yours and his tongue parted your lips hungrily. He tasted your spit, coating his tongue in the drool you had. His strong tongue felt heavenly against yours and you suddenly felt an intense hunger for it. You lifted your head up and tangled your tongue with his, occasionally choking on the mixed saliva as your breaths became shallower and your moans became more frequent.

His tongue made love to yours while his cock pummels you til your hilt with all the sexual frustration of 2000 years had built up inside of him.

“Such a good whore, all i had to do was discipline you a little and already you’re far more obedient than the ones that came before you. In fact, I think you’re starting to like this.” Kars’ hips snapped against your even harder, although sloppier. You had a feeling he was going to cum.

“Haah-“ You moaned, before he shoved his tongue back into your mouth, swirling with yours. He withdrew it again, a string of saliva keeping you two together.

“Such a perfect hole… Well worth the wait. After all this fucking you still can barely take me, quite the feat if you ask me.” He purred, sucking a part of your neck into his mouth.

You were seeing stars as he trusted deep into you, cumming around his thick cock and strangling his length. Kars grunted, fucking you even harder through your orgasm until he was letting his own moans slip through his lips and spill his huge load of hot cum deep into your abused pussy.

Both of your bodies were covered in sweat when he picked your naked form up in his arms. He plunged a finger inside of you to keep his seed in as he started to bring you towards the house.

“I quite like you mortal, I’ll keep you as my own. I’ll have to fight Ecidici and Wamuu to keep them off of you. Those fools would probably ruin you, they have no clue how to take care of their things.” He looked down at you, watching you shake under his gaze.

“Don’t be fooled, this doesn’t mean you’ll be getting away free. You’ll be my new fucktoy, with only the purpose of taking my cock and baring me new heirs. We’ll have to do this every day, over and over until you get all swollen with my children. And even then, you’ll probably still be irresistible.”

AN: still catching up my bad guys lol.

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(Next) Day seven: Stuck in a wall- obito x reader

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Kinktober Day 8: Master and Slave - Kars x AFAB!Reader 🎃

(can you tell i think he’s hot as fuck)

CW: Kars x AFAB!reader, master/slave dynamic, oral (m receiving), deep throating, gagging, unprotected piv (don’t be stupid), creampie (don’t be stupid), biting, blood drinking, bondage, degrading, breath play, masturbating (f) lmk what i missed !!

18+ MDNI !!

Kars was seated on his giant throne, you had shackles around your wrists as you were kneeled infront of him, looking up at him pathetically through your eyelashes.

“Well, get to work slave. I’m not going to wait all day for you.” He grumbled, erection poking his stomach almost painfully.

You crawled up further to him, placing a kiss on his thigh and he smirked looking down at you. You stuck your tongue out, pressing it flat against the head of his cock, he let out a sigh, grabbing a fist full of your hair and shoving you down on his hard length. His girth stretched your throat wide and you couldn’t breathe due to his massive size. Your muffled whines filled the room and Kars couldn’t be more angry. His grip tightened as he pulled your face up and off his dick to stare at him in the face.

“You pathetic fuckdoll, when I tell you to get to work I mean it! Next time I have to use my hands on you it’ll be leaving a mark for weeks.” He dropped your hair and your head fell into his lap heavily. You quickly regained your composure and wrapped your lips around his tip, getting more and more aroused as you blew him.

Kars grunted, hips thrusting into your warm mouth and making your jaw sore. You gagged on him repeatedly, you could tell it was to his liking because every time you let out a gag, his cock had produced more precum to satiate your hunger.

You wanted to touch yourself, but remembered how last time you did he told you he would tie you up so you couldn’t pleasure yourself the same time you pleasured him. Kars was a mean master, prioritizing his pleasure above yours at all times, strict to the point of jealousy that your hands could get you to places only he should get you to. That’s why today you find yourself tied up and at his disposal. You looked up at your master, his head thrown back against his chair, and eyes rolled back slightly while you bobbed your head up and down.

Your hands went down to between your legs, playing with the juicy arousal spilling out of your cunt. You moaned slightly, causing Kars to let out his own grunt, the vibrations in your throat sending a shiver down his spine. You smirked around his length, a secret you only knew about. You took him as far as you could down your throat until your nose was flush with his purple-ish happy trail. Kars moaned deeply when your younger emerged from your soft lips and licked at his balls. His head came back up and he watched as you almost swallowed him with your hands between your legs. He felt hot with rage.

“What the hell is the matter with you, slave?!” He snapped, grabbing your hair and shoving your face into his pelvis, his cock still down your throat.

Your voice was muffled as you almost screamed. You gagged around his cock, eyes streaming with tears as you couldn’t breathe. You dropped your hands from your pussy in defeat as his brutal grip on your head kept you down on his cock. He shook your head, rutting into your abused throat while your drool flooded his legs. When he finally let you go, you sprang back up, chin covered in spit as you desperately gasped for air. Kars grabbed your face, his pointer and thumb hollowing your cheeks until your face was smooshed and almost in a pout.

“Stupid whore. You just don’t learn, do you?” You looked into his eyes, silently pleading with him to go easy on you. His tsked.

“I told you the next time I used my hands I’d leave marks for next week, didn’t I?” He asked, red eyes flashing into your much softer ones. “SPEAK!”

“Y-yes Master,” you managed to get out. Kars picked you up with ease, maneuvering your pussy to just above his cock. He smirked, then forced you down onto him, completely winding you.

“AHH!” You cried, hand still cuffed and in your lap. He grabbed both sides of your waist and stuffed himself into you, his smooth cock prodding your cervix. You shook around his length and he smirked, bouncing you up and down like you were some sort of flesh light.

“Much better…” Kars grinned, watching his cock disappear inside you tight pussy, your juices leaking all over his lap, along with the before mentioned salivation.

His grip was intense, making you forget at one point you were in control of your body. You mewled as his cock twitched inside of you, pressing your g-spot each time he bottomed out. You wanted to touch him so bad now, feel his gorgeous cheekbones or his soft hair and hold onto it for dear life as he made you soak his lap. He’s face got close to yours as he slammed you all the way down on his cock, moving your hips side side to side on his cock.

“What is it sweet slave?” He cooed watching your eyes blow wide with lust and you jaw hang loose. “Does someone want a kiss?” He teased. You nodded, to fucked out for words. He laughed. “How cute. Do you think you deserve it?” A trick question. You shook your head “no”. His eyes lit up.

“Very good! You didn’t listen to your master and now you get punished. Maybe you aren’t such a stupid cock sleeve after all.”

He bit into your neck, breaking skin and tasting your precious blood. You yelped in pain, grinding down on his hard cock as your orgasm came rushing over you. Kars moaned deeply into your neck, drinking your crimson blood and almost biting into jugular territory as his big, strong hands reminded you of their strength, forcing you up and down his powerful cock.

It soon sent your master over the edge as he spurted thick ropes of cum into your pussy, lapping away the blood from your wound. You whimpered, shaking viciously around him in your overstimulation. Kars sighed, tongue running along his tooth marks and lazily licking away any blood that refused to clot.

“I see next time I’m going to have to tie those puny arms behind your back. Good luck getting out of that, pretty slave.”

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(Next) Day Nine: Stripping - Ino x AFAB!Reader

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KinkTober Day 12: Somnophilia - Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader 🎃

CW: Somno and Dubcon (reader is asleep), piv (unprotected don’t be stupid), creampie (don’t be stupid), cock warming, mentions of neighbor!Tess, VERY LITTER PROOFING I AM SO FAR BEHIND !!

You and Joel both hated worked at the QZ. The shitty Fedra jobs and the minimum wage combined with the awful food portions barely provided enough for the two of you to survive. It wasn’t until one day you brought up the possibility of scavenging outside the compound that he thought about leaving.

“I dunno, can you watch this place all by yourself?” He asked, sitting at the table in the middle of your kitchen.

“Watch it by my- no… Joel I’m coming with you.” You said, drinking tap water from a mug with a broken handle. He shook his head.

“No way in hell.” He said, rubbing the tops of his thighs with a stern brow. You rolled your eyes, grabbing the mug and sitting on one of his thighs. You threw your arm around his neck, looking at his unamused expression.

“Listen, old man, if you go out there alone you’re just asking for trouble. You know I’m not going to let you leave me just like that.” You said, sipping your stale tap water.

“And where do you come across thinking you can tell me what I can and can’t do?” He asked, stealing the mug from your hands and taking a sip himself, clearing his throat.

“Ugh, think of it this way. If we both go we’ll be able to cover twice the area. Plus, if we do find anything out there, we can bring twice as much shit back home.”

He stared off for a minute, as if lost in thought. He patted your ass twice, signaling you to stand up. When you did, he pushed himself off the chair with a small grunt, then walked over to the sink, refilling the cup. He turned around and took another sip.

“I still don’t like the thought of you comin’, I mean, who’s gonna watch this place?” He asked, arm waving theatrically around the shabby apartment. You shift your weight onto your other hip.

“For gods sake, Joel. If someone wants to rob this rats nest we live in they’re probably in more need of it than we are. Christ, what are they gonna steal, huh? A box of stale crackers? Maybe that old busted radio in the corner?” You smirked.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” he grumbled, placed the mug on the counter and giving you “the look”.

“Why don’t we just ask Tess to house sit if you care that much? Besides, she lives across the hall. I’ll bring her some rations for her when we come back.” You bargained, holding your position firm. He rubbed his temples then sighed.

“You’re quite the kick in the head, y’know that?” he smirked. You laughed slightly.

“Is that supposed to be a yes?”

“Well you’re just gonna keep botherin’ me til I let you come with me.” Joel said, rubbing his jaw, his beard getting scratched from against his palm. “I’m wakin’ up early tomorrow, so if you can get up at the same time you’re more than welcomed. But I swear, if you’re not up and at em’ by the time I go I’m leavin’ ya here.”

Joel walked into the dingy living room, grabbing ry a backpack from the corner of the room and stuffing it with nearby equipment.

“Well then, Miller, consider me up and at em’.”

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Joel wasn’t kidding when he told you he was leaving with or without you, you were practically dragging your feet throughout the shitty shack you called an apartment while getting ready.

Sneaking out of the QZ wasn’t too hard, since it was so early and since you two have done it so many times before, it was a cake walk. What wasn’t a cake walk was realizing you hadn’t brought your sleeping bag. It was around mid day when you and Joel found a dilapidated convenience store a few miles away, and when you had started tossing a few toiletries and vaseline in your bag you hadn’t seen it.

“Shit.” You swore to yourself, knowing Joel would give you an earful for your lack of equipment.

He was already not too keen about you being on this trip in the first place, if he found out you hadn’t brought your sleeping bag you would’ve never heard the end of it. But you were so tired, how could he expect you to pack thoroughly that early in the morning?! Then it dawned on you that Joel had packed the night before and you hated yourself for not having the hindsight.

“You find anything?” You heard his voice from another aisle.

“Uh… yeah I guess. Not too much but it’ll do.” You sighed, suppressing the anxiety in your voice.

Joel emerged from the front of the isle, walking over to you.

“Well, I think we’ve cleaned this place good and dry. C’mon, we’re losin’ daylight, sugar.” He said, turning on his heels and towards the door. You followed him out, at his side while you two continued your journey.

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It was nighttime by the time you two had found a better store, a few infected inside but the fight was well worth the effort. You two found tons of canned goods from soup to sauce and pocketed quite a bit. You two stayed inside the store for the night, although it was still quite cold inside.

Joel was busy looking through his bag, and he pulled out his sleeping bag. You crossed your arms defensively watching him prepare his makeshift bed. Joel looked up at you, a brow furrowed in confusion.

“I thought I told ya’ we were gonna be spendin’ the night here, hun. It’s gettin’ late, you might wanna make your sleeping bag.” He said, unzipping his own.

“I uh… I didn’t bring mine.” You said, exhaling deeply.

“And why the hell not?” he asked knowingly.

“Because… I figured we could share one to save on storage. I mean, look how much more full my bag is now that there isn’t a huge sleeping bag to worry about!” You said, motioning to your backpack. Joel shot you a smirk.

“Don’t lie to me, hun.” He said, southern drawl heavy as he took off his heavy boots. “You didn’t pack it cause you forgot it, didn’t ya?” He asked. You rolled your eyes.

“So what?” You asked, taking your own shoes off.

“So I told you so.”

“No need to be an ass about it.” You said, getting into his own sleeping bag, him right after you.

“I’m not bein’ an ass.” He said, you could hear the smirk in his voice. He cupped an ass cheek of yours, you pushed your hips into his hand when he held it, then gave it a little smack. “Now. Now I’m bein’ an ass.” He said, large hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you in tight.

“Goodnight, asshole.” You sighed, turning you head to kiss his shoulder.

“Goodnight, pain in the ass.”

A good night it would’ve been if it didn’t turn into a great night. It was late- or early- Joel couldn’t tell. He was having a hard time sleeping, what with you rutting your ass into his dick all night and whimpering like a bitch, there was no choice but to lay awake. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his cock through his zipper and fucking the soft fabric of your sweats.

His hips were rolling into your ass cheeks slowly, grunting into your ear deeply. You stirred a little, looking back slightly at him.

“Go back to bed, baby. Jus’ let me do what I gotta do.” He huffed, pulling your sweats and panties down. You sighed, tilting your hips for easier access. The smooth head of his cock parted you and you let out a soft moan, closing your eyes again in an attempt to fall back asleep.

Joel started off slow, his soft tummy crashing against the curve of your back, his hand pushing your abdomen closer to him while he fucked you. You woke up, clenching around him, moaning silently in the empty store.

“J-Joel…” you whimpered, your hips crashing against his pelvis.

“C’mon, baby let see ya.” He said, grabbing your chin and tilting your head towards him. You looked in his eyes while yours were half lidded, his were much darker and deeper, blown wide with a sleepy lust that wouldn’t dare settle for the slumber you both wanted.

“Yeah… that’s it. Look so pretty all tired while I keep ya awake.” He cooed, kissing your neck. His beard scruffed against your neck and you threw your head back for more of his lips.

“Ngh- So good…” You whined. His pace became slightly rougher with each second until he pumped you full of his seed. The pressure of his warm child filling you tight walls sent you softly spiraling, your lethargy once again coming back while you softly went back to sleep. That is until you felt him stuff you again with his girthy cock. You moaned, ripped out of slumber once again.

“Gotta keep that in, baby. It’ll keep ya warm for the night…” He sighed, his arms heavy as he huffed against your back.

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AN: I need to catch up yet again so enjoy this lil drabble yall. Dw there will probs be another joel fic coming soon, he consumes all my thoughts.

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KinkTober Day 11: Pet Play - Kiba x AFAB!Reader (pt. 2)🎃

Cw: Kiba x AFAB!reader, pet play, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, piv unprotected (don’t be stupid), creampie (don’t be stupid), breeding, mention of squirting and over stim, biting, breast play, collaring, lmk what i missed.

18+ MDNI

You were at your vanity yet again, finishing up your skin care routine before bed and applying the final under eye cream, a cooling sensation on your face. You looked for your hair brush, small glass bottles of serums clanking together as you searched.

“Kiba, be a good boy and fetch me my brush!” you called, turning around in the small ottoman.

Kiba was on his hands and knees, crawling towards you with the black brush in his mouth, his face was painfully red as he approached you, sitting on his ankles when he was infront of you. You held out your hand and his face lowered into it, dropping the brush into your hand.

“Thank you, baby!” You said, ruffling his hair before brushing your own in the vanities mirror. You hummed, untangling your hair when you felt Kibas forehead rest against your back. You turned your head to look at him.

“What’s wrong, boy? Does someone want attention?” You asked, resting the brush next to your creams.

“Y-yes please…” Kiba said softly, clearly a little flustered.

You turned around and looked at him, caressing his face before grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a deep kiss. He slightly gasped, then put his hands around your waist as he kissed you with a strong desire for more. His hips came closer to your ankles and you could feel the bulging in his pants when he started to grind against you. You smirked.

“Such a needy boy…” you teased, kissing his jaw as he rutted into you. “If you want me to get you off you’re going to need to do me a favor.” You said. He looked at you instantly nodding up and down.

“W-Whatever you want, master,” Kiba said, hips stilling. You smiled softly, then your smile contorted into a twisted grin when you shoved him off of you. His butt hit the floor and he looked up at you with a sweetly-confused expression. You opened your legs, when he looked up your short robe he saw you weren’t wearing any panties.

“Hurry up, boy.” You said, arms crossed. He quickly dove into between your legs and your hand instinctively went to tangle in his hair.

Kiba started lapping at your clit hungrily, his tongue opening you up and tasting the sweet arousal that dripped out of your weeping hole. He shook his head side to side, greedily tongue fucking your gushing pussy as he soon lost all concentration. You bucked your hips, whimpering loud as you felt him lick his names letters on your cunt, a sort of territorial marking for him.

He pawed at your ass, squeezing it tightly as you writhed against his touch. His licking became more aggressive, sucking your clit then letting it go to taste your slick from down further. It was almost too much, you pulled his hair and a deep rumble came from his chest, attacking your needy cunt with a sense of starvation, a madman between your legs.

“S-Such a g-good boy, K-Kiba,” you whimpered, head thrown back as you shook between his arms. His grip became harsh on you, licking a long, slow, stripe up your folds.

“Stay. Still.” He back talked before resuming his work, his spit mixed with your slick had coated his cheeks, rubbing against your thighs. It soon became too much and your climax hit you like a wave. Crashing down hard as you whimpered and whined in his embrace. Your thighs started to tremble and your cores tightness settled, cunt pulsing against his tongue. A fire was ignited inside of you, heat radiating throughout your entire body, feeling yourself squirt onto your boyfriends face. He groaned, licking the sweet juice that spilled out of your cunt and tasting you like his life depended on it.

You pushed his head away, and looked down at him. His brows furrowed when he looked up at you. He defiantly licked a quick stripe up your clit again and you moaned, then quickly pushed him back.

“B-Bad boy, Kiba…” you panted, chest heaving as your body tried to settle after the orgasm. Kiba came back up, gripping your hips firmly and licking up and down your neck, you tilted your head up and sighed, his tongue working wonders on your skin.

“My turn…” He huffed, lifting you up into his arms, bringing you to your shared bed. He threw you down and laid on top of you, kissing your pillowy lips. You kissed back, a small whine escaping your throat when you felt his hard package.

“Y-You earned it, Kiba.” You said, hands running up and down his back. He kissed you, smiling when you said it.

“Thank you, Master,” he said low and sensually, opening up your robe and looking at your soft body underneath him. He quickly removed his clothes, then fisted his dick a few times, looking at the mess he made of your swollen sex.

“So fucking hot…” he muttered, running the tip of his cock along your messy folds. You grunted, gripping the sheets tightly as you looked down at the scene.

Kiba trailed the tip of his cock up one last time before bringing it down to your warm hole and thrusting himself inside with a shaky moan. Instantly you tightened around him, feeling his cock part you deliciously. Your hand moved from the sheets to his back, nails scratching the poor man’s skin but he couldn’t care less. He only had one thing on his mind, he just wanted to breed you.

He bottomed out inside of you, his balls resting against your ass crack, then he slowly pulled out of you until he slammed back inside with a grin on his face. You moaned loudly, your walls fluttering against him and he sighed deeply. With his hands on your hips his pace increased by tenfold, ramming into you, chasing for his own release with yours coincidentally building up to.

“Enjoying yourself, master?” he teased, looking down at your fucked out face. Your cheeks were a dark pink and your eyes were hazy and lustful, eyes half lidded as he pumped in and out of you.

“Y-Yes, Kiba.” You moaned, jaw hanging loose until his tongue tangled with yours. You could taste your arousal on his tongue, moaning deeply against his lips. “Y-you’re in heat,” you breathed out, breaking the kiss. Kiba smiled devilishly, nibbling your lower lip.

“And what about it?” He smirked, his hips slamming into you, ordering silence except for the euphonic moans that spilled out of your lips.

Your chest felt heavy and breathing became harder as his body weight was against you, his chest flush with yours. You let out a few praises, “good boy”s and “so good”s escaping you as your pussy leaked around him, grotesque noises of him fucking you mixed with the slap of his balls to your ass filled the room.

Kiba grabbed your legs and pushed you into a mating press, his cock much deeper inside of you now and as he pounded you you came, whimpering his name over and over again and how good he was. You pulled him by his collar into you, kissing him again as he swallowed your praises. His thrusts became sloppier until he spurted his huge load inside of you, panting your name back to you and nipping your collar bone.

His load filled you up completely, even daring to dribble out until he pulled out and fucked his cum back into you with the tip of his cock. You shuddered, pulling him back into you and feeling your breasts push into his warm chest.

“So good and yet so defiant…” you breathed, hands petting his fluffy hair. “Do I need to bring out the leash again, you animal?” You purred.

“You know you like me best like this.” He said, face nuzzled into your tits. He popped a nipple do yours into his mouth and you sighed heavily, kissing the crown of his head.

“Atta boy.”

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Kinktober Day Five: Collars - Kiba x AFAB!Reader (pt. i)

CW: Switch!Kiba and reader, collaring, leashing, oral (f receiving), fingering, foot job, biting, a little degradation, lmk what i missed.

18+ MDNI

You sat at your vanity, wearing a silk robe and nothing else. You finished brushing you hair, then turned around, sitting on the other side of the plush ottoman.

“Kiba!” You called. Your door opened and there stood your boyfriend. A collar was around his neck with a small tag that had his name on it in the shape of a bone. It was attached to his collar, a sleek black leather strip, held together by a silver buckle strapped nicely to his neck.

He had a grimace on his face, a red blush forming around his cheeks and slithering to the center of his face slowly while he held a leather leash connected to his collar between his teeth. He stepped inside your room, your legs crossed as you sat waiting for him.

“Down, boy. Unless you want to sleep outside in the dog house while I share the bed with Akamaru.” You spoke rather harshly. Kiba said nothing as he got down to his knees, his hands meeting the floor soon after as he started crawling to where you sat.

“Goood boy…” You cooed, watching as he got closer and closer by the second. He finally reached your side of the room and sat down crisscrossed with his hands on his knees.

“Kiba,” You reached for the leash in his mouth. “Leave it.” With that he dropped the leash and the grip fell into your palm like it deserved to be there.

“T-This is so stupid…” He huffed, embarrassingly avoiding your eye contact. You gripped the leash tightly, pulling it back swiftly and his head launched towards yours, he quickly got to his knees and was brought to a suddenly eye contact with you.

“What was that?” You asked, staring him in the eye. Kiba looked away flushed.

“N-nothing…” His face was red and his hands landed on both of your thighs, squishing them softly in his hands.

“That’s what I thought.” You smirked, dropping the leash abruptly. He fell to his ass and you grabbed the leash again. You uncrossed your legs and spread them slightly, his natural instinct to looking up your robe kicked in and he smiled softly.

“Yes?” You asked knowingly. Kibas hands slid up your thighs and you sighed softly. He eventually reached up to your pussy, feeling your lack of underwear and your wet slick building up from the power imbalance.

“I want to be good for you,” he said, shifting in his seat. He grabbed the small ribbon tying your robe shut and pulled it, then opened you up like a christmas gift, drooling at the sight of your gorgeous breasts.

You pulled his leash and he fell forward between your thighs. You spread your legs further, the back of his head against one of your thighs as he sniffed the scent of your arousal that was quickly pooling more and more.

“You hungry?” You asked, your hand combing through his dark chocolate brown hair. He nodded, his eyes blown with a lustful craving for the sugar between your thighs. “Get to it then.”

You once again pulled his leash, reeling in his face towards your cunt and he made haste in eating you out. You let out a breathless moan, legs spreading further as his hot tongue circled your needy clit. You kept him on a short leash, with little to no room for movement other than the space he occupied between your legs. You could clearly see a tent pitching in his pants and your foot came down to grind against his erection.

“Ngh- ahh.” Kiba let out, licking a desperate stripe to your clit. You smirked, the force of your foot coming down harsher on his poor cock.

“M-m’favorite taste in the world,” He whimpered, thrusting his hips into the arch of your foot while his tongue rolled along your cunt, sipping down into your hole. You whined, legs opening impossibly wider. You tugged the leash again, his face catipulted to your wet hole and he caught himself against the ottoman. He coughed slightly due to the force of it all and set a gentle kiss to your clit.

You could feel the outline of his hardened cock against your foot twitch and you felt the tension inside of you building up. His tongue sped up, then he dipped a finger inside of you and you let out quite an unholy groan that built in your chest and managed to make its way out.

“Ngh- Kiba…”

“Yes, my love?” He looked up at you with half lidded eyes, his hips still drilling into your foot.

“You still wanna be hokage, right?” He nodded, licking up your inner thigh while not taking his eyes off of you. You smirked, tugging his leash again. He let out a sigh, another cough escaping his mouth.

“Think you’re gonna be the first hokage made to eat pussy while wearing a leash?” You asked, watching his face burn incredibly redder. “Think you’re gonna be the first hokage made to get himself off on someone’s foot like a bitch in heat?” His fangs shined with spit as he attacked your thigh, biting you softly while his canines did most of the work. You let out a high pitched whine, legs shaking underneath his grip.

“I’ll be the first hokage that’s eaten you out and that all i care about.” He let go of your meaty thigh and attacked your cunt again with a desperate insatiability.

One hand flew to cup your ass, then gripped it harsh for leverage while the other pumped in and out of your cunt. The sudden shift turned you on like nothing else and you felt your orgasm approaching, his tongue flicking up and down your most sensitive spots before spitting a glob of drool and slick back onto your pussy again and cleaning you up with his mouth.

“K-Kiba!” You hands dropped his leash and he quickly moved away, taking away your power on him. You shook under his care, moaning loud and proud. You threw your head back and cried, waves of pleasure running through your body and crashing against every surface of your skin.

His hand came away from your ass and grabbed your ankle harshly, rutting into your foot angrily as he pumped your gushy hole over and over again. His tongue cleaned up the mess that was almost hose-like, spilling down his chin and quenching his thirst.

“Smell so fucking good…” He groaned before his balls started tightening and unloading heavy spurts of cum in his pants. He groaned, sucking your clit as you came with him.

You soon felt overstimulated, his dominant tongue making love to your sensitive clit was too much, he was too lost in his orgasm to care- especially after how mean you had been to him. He fucked your foot until he was dry, his pants however were anything but that. Covered in cum, inside and seeping it’s way out. He sighed deeply, kissing your cunt and thighs as you shook like a leaf on the ottoman.

“Was I a good boy?” He smirked, patronizing you as you were clearly not as coherent as he was.

“M-hm!” You managed, trying to close your legs. He quickly grabbed one and pried it open.

“No so fast. Y’know, I guess this wasn’t so stupid after all. Only stupid thing here is gonna be you after I fuck you senseless.”

AN: ALMOST CAUGHT UP GANG!! also yes, there WILL be a part two. no spoilers though.

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Day six: Dubcon - Kars x AFAB!Reader

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Kinktober Day 8: Stripping - Girlfriend!Ino x AFAB!reader 🎃

CW: Girlfriend!Ino x AFAB!Reader, A LOT of soft gf ino, very tender (she won’t be so fluffy in her next fic), drinking, stripping, mentions of oral (f reviving), licking, lmk what i missed !!

18+ MDNI !!!

You and Ino had been drinking for a while, sipping casually on wine for the special dinner you made her. The food turned out great, but the debriefing on her day and the other bits of the conversation was even better. You two had stepped up the drinking to a few shots, shooting back the burning liquor one after the other, giggling and touching eachother while you continued the festivities.

“Thanks for the dinner, babe…” Ino said with a blush on her face. You looked at her, your own face quite pink and your eyes heavy with inebriation. “I love you…” She hummed, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You put your hand on the back of her head, playing with her soft, long, blonde hair. She giggled into the kiss, her hands falling at your hips, bringing you in closer.

You broke the kiss, your other hand sweeping her bangs out of her gorgeous face.

“I love you too, Ino.” She smiled, playfully licking your lower lip and stirring up feelings of arousal inside of you.

“Well duh, you don’t have choice,” she teased. You laughed, going back in for another lip lock.

Ino gave you her soft, lips greedily, her hands gripping the hem of your shirt, pulling it above your head and letting it fall to the ground without care. She kissed your jaw down to your clavicle, leaving pink lipstick stains along your skin the further she travelled. You sighed deeply, her lips on your sensitive skin paired with the feelings of drunken lust brought a new sensation through your spine, hair on the back of your neck raising.

“You really are the most beautiful woman in the village, you know that?” She asked, her tongue dipping to the tops of your cleavage. Your hand fell back to her hair, stroking her softly as she continued to please you.

“Then I guess that makes you the most gorgeous woman in the whole village,” you whispered. Ino smirked, grabbing on tightly to your waistband and pulling it down your thighs. She was on her knees, kissing just above your pelvis and dipping down to run her tongue along your thighs. You shuddered, gripping her hair tighter.

“Well… when you’re like this? You’ve got me beat.” Her hands stroked your thighs up and down, cupping your ass as she placed a kiss to your clothed mound. You whimpered, desperate for more.

“Then join me. Be naked with me.” You said, holding her chin and tilting her face up towards yours. She got to her feet, looking you in the eyes the whole time she got up.

“Why don’t you help me out of these clothes then?” She asked, grabbing your forearms and bringing you closer.

You kissed Ino passionately, tongue brushing against hers with a moan escaping both of your mouths. You unbuttoned her shirt, watching as the halter top fell open. You dove in quick, kissing her soft breasts and slipping a sensitive nipple into your mouth. Ino grabbed your head and pulled you in tight, biting her lip to stifle her moans- very poorly.

“Mmh- Y-yeah… just like that…” She tangled her fingers in your hair. Your hands dipped to her midi skirt, hands sliding up the backs of her thighs and harshly grabbing her asscheek as the mass of her skirt was bunched just above her perky globes.

You pull the skirt down in one motion, tearing her panties off next. You two held eachother in a loving embrace, kissing back to back before you ended up on the kitchen counter, legs spread for your loving girlfriend to tear into you as if she hadn’t eaten the gourmet meal minutes prior.

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Kinktober Day Two 🎃: Roleplay - Lady Tsunade x AFAB!Reader.

Contagious

CW: Patient!Tsunade, established relationship, fingering, brief mention of squirting (if you squint), fingering… (lmk if i missed anything)

Lady Tsunade was layed down on the bed, her eyes snapped shut. You approached her with nervousness.

“Oh no! Young lady, please tell me what’s wrong!” You called out, resting the back on your hand against her forehead.

“I… I feel so much pressure,” she winced, holding your hand in hers.

“Show me where,” you spoke urgently, getting her blonde hair out of her face. She smirked.

“Sweetheart, if you want to be the doctor this time, you’re going to have to figure that out yourself.“

“I’m sorry if I’m no good…” you blush, looking away. She laughs softly. You moved your hand down to her chest and ontop of her large breasts.

“H-How’s this?” You stammered.

“Better… but Doctor, I feel the pressure somewhere else.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirked. She nodded.

“Yeah. Lower.” You opened up her green cardigan, resting your hands on both sides of her waist. You bent down and kissed her midriff, exposed by her bunched up shirt.

“Doctor, you’re getting warmer.” She blushed as you raked your hands slowly down her waist, her skin becoming feverish the lower you travel.

“No my pretty patient… you’re getting warmer.” Her skin felt feverish against your lips, her thighs clamping together instinctively the further south your travelled. You placed your hand directly on her mound, she whimpered.

“Oh? So is this where it hurts my sweet, sweet patient?” You cooed, looking up at her. Her face was dusted with a bright pink, eyes blown wide with lust.

“Y-Yes Doctor.” She managed, hips bucking into your palm.

“Well then, why don’t I fix it up? Let me make things all better for you.” Your hand drifted upwards towards her pants’ button. You snapped it open and unzipped her zipper slowly, watching her eyes move with your hand. She was in a trance.

You grabbed onto her waistband and pulled her pants off with ease, as she picked her hips up for you to make things easier for you.

“Such a good patient for me…” you praised, hand resting on her inner thigh. She squirmed gently when your eyes landed on the wet patch on her panties. “What’s this?” You asked, a finger barely touching the spot, taking itself up to her clit. She let out a soft exhale, brows knitted tightly.

“I haven’t seen anything like this before. Why don’t i take a closer look, hmm?” You teased, hooking your finger into the crotch of her underwear and pulling them down to her ankles. You discarded the underwear to the ground and took a good look at her wet pussy.

“W-What’s the matter, Doctor?” she asked through deep breaths, her large chest rising and falling quickly.

“I’m not sure my dear… Here why don’t we help eachother out?” You smirked, your middle and ring finger tracing her weeping hole in circles. Tsunade let out a loud whimper, digging her teeth into her lip.

“Is this where it hurts?” you asked as you pushed your two fingers into her with ease. Her jaw fell open and her toes curled when she groaned into her palm. She looked up at you through her lashes and nodded.

“Nuh-uh,” you tsked. “Use your words my precious little patient.”

“Y-Yes… Doctor. T-that’s the spot…” she huffed. Your fingers curled into her cunt and she clenched around your didgets in pleasure, arousal gushing out of her wet cunt.

“Why don’t I take a closer look?” You knelt down, eye level with her throbbing hole, then licked a stripe along her seam. She whined, throwing her head back in an agonizing bliss. “Seems like I’ve found the source of your problems, dear.”

Your mouth clamped tightly against her clit, her walls twitching around your fingers as you pumped her in and out, over and over again until she was moaning your name as if it were the only word she knew besides “more”. You felt her clit harden in your mouth, her juices coating you entire chin while you ate her out like you had been starved.

“Ngh- oh…” she purred, her hand clamping down tightly in your hair, pulling you closer and closer to her. This sent shivers down your spine, moaning into her folds before diving back in with a satisfying lap at her juices.

The more you ate her out the more starved you felt, ignoring how she begged you to slow down as she approached her orgasm, knowing fully well that’s not at all what she wanted- or needed. Her grip on your hair felt painfully pleasant as she rode your nose for her own release.

“Fuck- I- SHIT!” She blurted out, gushing down your wrist and all over your cheeks, arching her back into your face as she seethed in pleasure, unable to see anything but stars.

You slowly retracted your fingers licking them clean with an exaggerated “mmm…”

Tsunade sat up, her breasts rising and falling as she heaved for air. You shifted in your stance, thighs chafing together as you took in the gorgeous sight of a fucked-out Tsunade.

“Thank you Doctor…” she murmured, legs shaking on the table.

“No problems at all my dear patient… however, it seems what you had was contagious. It seems I’ve got the same problem, why don’t you help me out?”

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Day Three: Hate Sex - DD!Kakashi x Reader

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Kinktober Day 1 - Leather

Percy Sage (oc) x reader smut

Percy rolls into town and takes advantage of the lowly massage therapist on her day off.

CW: PnV sex, glove kink, leather kink (duh), unprotected sex (use a condom pls), m/f sex, massage therapist!reader

Note : first time posting any writing here, hope yall like it lol

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When you heard the initial rumblings of a motorcycle shake the foundation of your modest home on the outskirts of Konoha, you could never have imagined where you would end up not two hours later. Knees pinned to your chest in a sweaty and friction-filled hold by the deliciously warm texture that was Percy’s leather gloves as he drilled his cock into your core unforgivingly. 

It had started so innocently, too. Percy had been a customer of yours for a while, coming to the shop you had opened up behind your house for massage therapy weekly by this point. Although your sessions were mostly spent with him moaning from your work on his back and you tucking your legs together to try and manage the growing wetness between them. 

You could tell he was putting on a bit of a show with his moans sometimes, and his peacocking was working on you, always leaving you rushing back to your home to rub one out once he left, but you could never act on your obvious sexual tension. 

There was already a notion that massage therapists in Konoha were more closely tied with the red light district than you let on so you just could not let yourself breach that client-service relationship, no matter how much your cunt ached to be filled by his cock. 

So when he came over on your day off, the same day every week where you normally just did laundry and cleaned up both the studio and your home, you felt a fluttering in your stomach of why he might be here. The sound of his motorcycle coming to a rolling stop in front of your home already causes heat to pool in your crotch in an almost pavlovian reaction. As you walked around from the back where you were pinning your clothes up to dry, you heard the crinkling sound of him dismounting his motorcycle, his leather ensemble rubbing before straightening himself out to walk up to your front door. 

“Percy? What are you doing here, we didn't have a session scheduled last time I checked?” You startled him, as he hadn’t seen you come around the corner of your house as he turned away from where he was about to knock on the front door. Snapping back quickly from his surprise he dragged his eyes over your body. You were very much aware now of your laundry day clothes which consisted of very small shorts and an oversized t-shirt with no bra, his eyes centering on your nipples which freely stood out from the soft fabric of your shirt. 

‘What, a man can’t visit his favorite masseuse on her day off?” Percy took a step over to you and you were suddenly made aware of the bouquet of flowers he had tried to hide behind his back unsuccessfully. You bit your lip at the gesture and he smiled, genuinely at seeing that he had an effect on you. 

“N-no, of course you can, um would you like to come in?”

“How could I resist such a beauty like yourself?”

It was honestly a surprise it took 2 hours to get you into this position with how easily just the feel of the leather under your palm turned you on as you guided him around the back of your house. 

In your current position you were being filled completely, his pace was severe, still fully clothed despite your complete nudity, the stark difference in power it illustrated made you clench ever harder on his pistoning cock. The leather of his motorcycle riding ensemble started to ease in friction against your naked body as more sweat drenched your skin from being in the throes of pleasure. All at the hands and cock of Percy. 

“Fuuuck,” Percy grunted out as his eyes trailed down from your face down to your meeting bodies, mesmerized by the way his balls slapped against your buttocks as he impossibly fastened his pace. “You like it when I fuck you this hard, hmmm?���

By the huffed nature of his speech you gathered that your clenching cunt had more of an effect on him then he would tell you and you smiled satisfied that you could bring such noises out of him. His eyes trailed back up from your joined bodies, taking a moment to zone in on your tits, bouncing from the harshness of his thrusts into your wet, hot cunt. 

“The fuck are you smiling about, huh?”  He looked away from your tits for just long enough to take in your pleased and teasing smile, although he was also smiling, obviously enjoying the power play. 

Just as you were about to respond, your mouth open and prepared with a witty comeback, Percy’s mouth was suddenly enveloping one of your nipples and sucking with vigor, causing you to devolve into a throaty moan. His lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue flicking and sucking the bud to hardness, immersing you in a pleasure that you were very aware of with your work as a masseuse. You careened your head backward into the pillows at the head of your bed at the sensation, a flash of heat whipping inside of you as he continued to stroke expertly at your g-spot and lavish your sensitive nipples. 

“Fuck- love these tits-” Percy growled, removing his leather gloved hands from behind your knees to roughly grip at and press together your tits. The feel of the rough leather against the smoothest skin you possessed made you hiss, enjoying the difference in sensations between his hot mouth and his rough gloves. “You like that, sweet girl?”

“Yes-ughh- fuck yes, harder please Percy!” You almost screamed out when his gloved fingers trailed down from his groping to press against your clit almost painfully. His pace quickened every so slightly as his thrusts came in heavier and heavier with each undulation of his hips. You felt his cock deep inside of your walls and if you didn’t know it’s anatomical improbability you would assume he was bruising your cervix with his hard cock parting you in half. You were still bent in half, your knees resting on his shoulders as your hips were angled upwards for him to easily thrust in and out of your tight cunt, his cock rubbing perfectly against your g-spot with every harsh snap of his hips. 

You had never been fucked this hard and passionate in your life, his eyes now burning holes into yours with the heat of his gaze. His smirk had drifted to a sort of animalistic hunger, as he skillfully rubbed your clit at a pace to match his trusting which stimulated you from the inside. All of the sudden, with all of these factors you were made very aware of your orgasm parading forward at a rapid pace. 

Percy’s eyes, which had not left yours once, noticed the slight change in your facial expression, matched with the fluttering of your walls as you prepared to cum all over his cock, drenching the leather of his pants. 

“You gonna cum? Cum on my cock, come on, I know you want to baby,” Percy goaded, the smile once again returning to his face, “I wanna feel it when you cum, grip me hard just like that~”

All you needed to push you past that invisible barrier towards unbelievable ecstasy was his teasing and dirty words, your face screwing up and your eyes clenched shut as you came hard onto his cock. White hot light was all you saw as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned salaciously, unable to control any part of your body, lucky you were in such an immobile position otherside you would've fell limp in his arms. Your cunt spasmed wildly around Percy’s cock, drenching the base with your fluids. He grunted even harder, forcing you to keep cumming until you neared the uncomfortable realm of overstimulation. 

“Fuck your so gorgeous when you come on my cock like that sweet thing,” Percy breathed out obviously nearing his own climax. His gloved fingers left your clit as he pumped in a few more times, building himself up and using your body like a fucktoy to get there.  You were too far away in the clouds of your climax to respond to his flattery, allowing yourself to be used however he needed you. 

“Yes, just like that, I want you like this forever,” Percy whispered out, closer to your ear then you remembered him as you felt his cock twitch inside of you desperately, seconds away from release. 

Before he could lock you into a real mating press like the position you were in would have allowed, Percy pulled out rapidly, fisting his cock over your abdomen. His grunts turned into breathy moans as he milked his own cock and came in white hot ropes all over your saliva slicked tits and soft stomach. You were lucid enough to enjoy the sight of him losing himself completely, his glove harshly rubbing his cock and becoming tainted by the last dribbles of cum as he ended his orgasm. 

At some point he has thrown his head back in ecstasy and when you watched him slowly come back down from his point of pleasure, the look of love in his eyes was something you never expected to see from such a normally playful man. 

The seriousness of his affection suddenly came to you along with the comprehension that he had said he wanted you forever, however much of that was just said in the heat of the moment you didn't know, but you wanted to find out. 

Before you could ask him about his comment right before orgasm, he took his gloved hand from his cock and held it in front of your face, his other hand coming up to squeeze your cheeks and force your mouth open. His leather clad and cum coated fingers came to rest along your tongue, cleaning his gloves with your saliva. 

If you had any more energy, you would’ve jumped him again right there, the feeling of his rough gloves stroking your tongue and lips with a tenderness that did not match the depravity of the action making your cunt clench disappointingly around nothing. You never knew you had such a thing for leather, or maybe you just had that much of a thing for Percy. 

Once he had decided his glove was clean enough, he removed his fingers from your mouth, with a pop as you sucked the last bit he afforded you, and took them off with a throw onto the floor. He sat back onto his haunches and then slowly turned over, flopping onto his back beside you, making you catch air from the bounce. 

“That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had…” Percy admitted with a sheepishness that was so different from his previous demeanor that if you didn’t know him as well as you did, would have given you whiplash. You slowly adjusted on the bed, trying not to scare him away, lifting his arm so you could place your head against it and throw an arm and a leg over his still fully dressed being. 

“Sooo, you want me forever ehh?” you whispered against his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up under your cheek. His arm fell upon your shoulders and he squeezed you possessively closer to him. 

“Hmm, didn’t think you heard that, too conked out from cumming that hard for me,” Percy skillfully changed the topic of conversation. With a chuckle, you interpreted this as him not being quite ready to admit all that you felt for each other. 

“Ehh, I’ve had better…” You responded, with a smirk, propping yourself on an elbow to look down at him. 

“I hope you don’t have any clients tomorrow, because you've just booked yourself with me for the rest of the week.”

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