#t's kinktober

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Kinktober 2022: October 4th

Day 4: Nipple Play

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering (f receiving), nipple play, language

|| Prompts by @absurdthirst ||

This is only for anyone 18+ years of age, minors - please do not interact. Only proceed if you're over 18 and have read and understood the warnings and rating.

It had been a disaster of a day and you’re fucking relieved to be home. You head straight to the bedroom that you share with Frankie, take your sandals off, take off your top, peel off your bra, switch on the air con and flop down on the bed on your back. The air conditioning kicks in, pushing some much-needed cool air in your direction. You sigh with relief as the air cools down your skin and your bad temper. Frankie strolls into the room at the same time with a small smile on his face, happy to see you. He leans in for a sweet kiss and lies down on the bed with you, his head laid on your belly, looking up at you with adoration in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Mmm, missed you,” he kisses the soft skin of your belly, “wasn’t expecting you home for another few hours” he mumbles as he raises his hand to stroke your cheek.

“The stupid air conditioning broke and there was no running water for the whole morning so they let us go early.”

“But not early enough” you huff. Frankie’s hand on your cheek is calloused, rough but you can feel the softness and comfort lurking right under the surface – just like him. The aircon has cooled you down and you nuzzle into the warmth of his hand.

“Mr. Shannon decided he needed all the bid management reports for the previous year this very afternoon so I had to spend two hours in the storage room looking for the files. Fucking ridiculous” you can feel your ire rising again so you take a deep breath. While you’re grumbling about your day, Frankie’s hand starts its slow descent from your left cheek to your left breast, stopping at your lips for a quick peck.

“To top it all off, our chairman decided to pop in for a surprise visit. Like who does that? In this day and age?” Frankie gently cups your breast in his large hand as you talk to him, swiping his thumb on your nipple repeatedly. It stiffens quickly under his touch combined with the cold air in the room. He starts playing with it absentmindedly, pinching it softly between his forefinger and thumb.

“Oh yeah?” He alternates between rolling the stiff peak between his fingers and running his thumb in circles over it.

“Uhuh, there we were, all sweaty and thirsty,” you can feel a new warmth starting to spread in your chest, and a dull buzzing just under your skin. You take a shallow breath and continue, “with the fucking chairman trying to raise morale. Like, read the room buddy. And give us a bloody raise while you’re at it!” Frankie raises himself to his elbows and extends his hand to your right breast, paying the same attention to the pebbled nub in front of him.

“You tell ‘em” he deadpans, listening but a bit distracted. “Anything else?”

He lowers his face and nuzzles your breast, his warm breath washing over you. He rubs the tip of his nose against the hard nipple and then sticks out his tongue to take a slow and deliberate lick across your nub.

You take in a ragged breath and close your eyes as he draws the hard nub into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, biting it gently. Sucking, savouring. There’s no urgency to his actions. Frankie’s doing this simply because he’s enjoying this closeness to you.

Alright, maybe not entirely. He loves your tits and always has. They fit in his hands like they were made for him, your nipples perfect to be played with and always so responsive to him. He loves seeing the physical reaction your body has to him. When he has doubts about his worth and your words, he grounds himself in the physical. Your body won’t lie to him, he justifies in his head. Doesn’t matter how many times you’ve told him that you love him and he’s worthy and there’s no one else you’d rather be with.

“And – mmh – and the traffic was awful on the way back…” A soft moan escapes your lips. He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. He’s taking his time and you’re losing your train of thought.

“Oh sweetheart, sounds like you’ve had a day from hell. Let me make you feel better” his voice seductive.

Frankie sits up and lazily drags your trousers down your legs, followed by your underwear. He rakes his eyes over your gorgeous naked form, licking his lips in anticipation. He takes off his t-shirt and settles himself between your legs. He’s in no rush – you’ve come home early and he’s going to luxuriate in your presence, take his time.

He kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding between your lips, leaving you breathless. As he kisses you he runs his hands over your body, pulling you closer to him. It’s not long before he breaks the kiss and starts following the curves of your torso and belly down to his final destination between your thighs, leaving open-mouthed kisses and goosebumps in his wake.

You spread your legs to accommodate his wide shoulders. Your pussy is perfectly presented to him now and he devours the sight – the plump, flushed, full lips glistening enticingly already. He lowers his head and plants a wet kiss on your thigh, first on the left then the right, working his way up to your pussy. You squirm, knowing full well he’s going to take his time. He’s never been one to rush, not when you’re soaked for him, because of him, and he’s in his favourite place in the cradle of your thighs.

He finally kisses the top of your mound, and his tongue sweeps through your wet folds. You whine at the contact, almost sobbing at the wet slide of his tongue. He works upwards towards your throbbing clit and gently suckles on it. The spark of pleasure you feel is indescribable. You grip the sheets to tether you to something, afraid you’ll float away.

His hands climb back to your breasts — fingers tormenting and tweaking your nipples again. Each flick of his tongue on your clit and each pinch and pull of your nipples makes your heart beat faster. It’s like a closed feedback loop of electric pleasure zinging through your veins.

“Fuck, that feels so good Frankie” you moan out. You’re writhing under him, chasing his mouth with your bucking hips. You can feel him smile against your wet folds, smug that he’s making you forget about your awful day, pleased that all you can think about is him and his skilled fingers and tongue.

He licks your clit with broad strokes first then tighter circles punctuated with gentle suckles. Your orgasm hits when he plunges his tongue inside you and fucks you with it. Heat floods through your body and you scream out a jumbled stream of praise at Frankie: how fucking good he feels; fuck, your tongue is magic; don’t go yet, don’t move.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. Not before you come on my fingers inside you this time”, he drawls. He pushes two thick fingers inside your slick cunt, working you towards your second orgasm. You feel so fucking full and you can’t get enough. He curls his fingers inside you, hitting that exquisite spot inside, and licks at your clit at the same time. Your climax hits you like a train and your body seizes up, curling inwards. You’re squeezing Frankie’s head between your thighs but you don’t care. The overwhelming feeling has nowhere to go so you pull at his hair.

Frankie pushes your hips down gently with his free hand once the wave of pleasure recedes. He gently laps at your cunt, avoiding the overly sensitive clit, running over the slick, soft, delicious warmth of your lips. Slowly, gradually, your body relaxes once more and your grip on Frankie’s hair loosens.

He withdraws his fingers from your still fluttering cunt and extends his arm towards your breasts. He swipes his soaked fingers on your nipples, smearing them with your essence. He comes up to take each nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and licking your nipples clean, like icing on his favourite cake. He hums in satisfaction and the vibration goes straight to your cunt. He lets them go with a final lick.

“Would you like to be fucked now, baby?” he purrs, looking at you with his brown eyes blown wide with lust. He looks almost as debauched as you feel, his mouth still shining with your wetness.

You can barely hear him with all the blood rushing in your ears in the aftermath of the orgasms he’s pulled from you, let alone process what he’s saying but you recognise the look in his eyes. All you can do is nod frantically and rasp out a needy please.

[tarjapearce]

El Diablo Wears Prada

Mafia Boss! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Cucking, Forced Voyeurism, A bit of Dark Miguel, Dom! Miguel, P in V, Oral (F receiving) Face sitting, manhandling, mild knife play, criminal undertones, Implied mild exhibitionism, emotional distress, mentions of cheating, Dubious morals, implicit non-con oral at the end (M receiving). No proofread.

Summary: Tired of warnings and dialogues with your stubborn and corrupt husband, The Devil shows up at your home.

A/N: Had to get it out of me. jsksj. Finally. Enjoy (?) ❤️✨.

Pt. 2

From the many times people tried to persuade you from marrying your current husband, none of them were successful.

Massimo Bianchi. An important lawyer that had swooped you off your feet with his smile and Italian charisma.

People often told you that he wasn't good. None had to be a genius to know the man was in shady business as his main job was to defend the top dogs of  corporate world. He didn't have to mingle with underworld criminals to know how they worked cause he was one.

Corrupt lawyer that always came out successful in his cases. But you remained on the shadows, blissfully ignorant of your husband's doings to the world. All you knew was that he was the head of his firm and that alone earned him a good chunk of money.

You thought him good, though your marriage had been cold for the last few years. Even though he spoiled you with things, you didn't want materialistic rewards. You wanted him.

A true fool. Your friends called you. Sometimes you truly wondered if it

was love or just that attachment that had grown over time? The kind that makes one so used to a person that their absence feels odd yet expected? You didn't know nor cared. As long as he kept coming home at night, things would be right. Everything would be fine and the fake illusion of a perfect marriage would keep playing in the background.

And it was. Until death threats kept coming into your mail. All of them saying the same.

Stay away.

Confrontations weren't really your thing, but the tension had turned so dense that arguments were the main course of everyday. Massimo refused to spill the beans as dread only kept growing inside your already rattled mind. Just like the death threats. All of them signed by El Diablo.

"Amore, he is none. Just a petty criminal that is pissed I'm locking up his associates."

Lies, lies and more lies.

A petty criminal wouldn't put you on edge, wouldn't make you feel watched. Cause in truth, wherever you went the feeling of being observed remained etched in every step you took.

"That's exactly what they want you to believe, cara mía. That's a tactic for scum like them to scare decent people like us."

You didn't pressed any further, rather save your breath. He was as closed as an hermetic safe box.

-----

To relax your nerves you decided to go shopping, and returned home with an idea that you were certain would rekindle the cold flame in your marriage. Massimo seemed way too busy in his work to make an approach, and when you wanted to initiate things, he'd just push you away with the excuse that he was exhausted.

And you were tired of toys and your hand. So, you took a bath, lathered your body in rich and delicious smelling oils, and slipped into an emerald green silk and velvet lingerie set you just bought.

You hid it all underneath a skin tight black dress that enhanced your body shape. Hair done in a messy yet sultry look, a subtle fem fatale makeup with a gorgeous shade of burgundy lips.

The sound of your husband's car breaking violently snapped your attention at the front door. Massimo bursted out through the door and you smiled.

"Hey, darling!"

"Pack your shit. We're leaving."

You frowned in confusion at his sudden panicky and antsy state. But most importantly his tone. Urgent, demanding and scared.

"W-What? Where are-"

"There is no time for questions! Just do as I tell you! Now!"

He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to the bedroom.

"Massimo, you're scarying me. What's going on?!"

Bianchi groaned as he threw you on the bed, nose flaring in anger at your reluctance.

"Non hai sentito, stupida stronza? Fai quello che ti dico, cazzo!" (Didn't you hear, dumb bitch? Do as I fucking tell you!)

Your teary eyes widened at him, frantic and fumbling with the suitcases. Filling them with papers and valuable objects. Not even clothes, just things you were sure he treasured more than your marriage.

"MOVE IT!" He roared and you blinked away your tears, scrambling out of his sight. He muttered things you didn't understand much as he shoved more papers inside. You grabbed the first suitcase you found and filled in with the necessary.

The sound of cars breaking and revving into the pebbled porch of your luxurious  home made Massimo to pull out a gun, you gasped and he ushered you to come closer. You kneeled next to him as he spoke in hushed whispers.

"No matter what happens, you remain silent okay?"

Your trembling hands clung to him as fear begun numbing your judgment. There was a collective round of car's doors slapping shut and footsteps that approached almost in scary synchronization.

"Go through the pool entrance, take this with you and leave. I'll see you in the other apartment"

"N-No, Massi-"

He kissed you, as he pushed a stack of documents further in your hands.

"No matter what, don't let them get this, ok?" His hushed whispers didn't help soothing your already fried nerves

"Massimo!"

"Go!"

He dispatched you with an angry growl, shaking legs scrambled once more ducking down the windows. You removed the heels as you crossed the manor, tears momentarily blurring your sight as you reached the pool. A shot in the air made you still, before you ran back inside.

A few shots and screaming voices followed you. The pained screams of your husband along some grunts made you whimper in fear. You hid behind the kitchen's large breakfast island as steps echoed ominously close. No matter in what direction you tried to go, the men, clad in black and red were there. Awaiting for their prey. Anything that moved.

The paper crumpled under your tight grip, and you covered your mouth, to remain as quiet as possible. Heavy steps retired from your area, and you exhaled in mild relief. Heart pumped hard with every passing beat, you snuck past the island to go back to the main entrance.

And just as you were about to taste freedom, the largest man you had ever seen, clad in a rich black suit and polished shoes, blocked your entrance with a stoic gaze that shifted into a shameless smirk upon seeing you.

Big, strong and long limbs trapped you against him as you cried and thrashed in a meek attempt to free yourself.

"Shh, shhh shh"

His nose nuzzled your neck and you stilled, tears rolled down your cheeks as he pointed a gun to your head. The cold metal against your temple made your breathings erratic.

"Tranquila, corazón. I'm not gonna hurt you." (Relax, sweetheart)

He dragged you to one of the many spare rooms in the house. A tall black woman with a frondous afro was finishing tying Massimo on the ground to then wipe away the blood caked in her brassed knuckles. 

His handsome face littered in bruises, a blooming dark eye on his left, a busted lip and his broken nose was all that remained after the bravado he often boasted up. Your heart couldn't help but sink in further at the sight.

You tried to go to his side, but the man only tightened his grip on you.

"Mr. Bianchi."

The man holding you spoke, to then aim his gun to him.

"S-Stop! Please!"

He kissed you deeply as his hands handcuffed your hands back. The kiss was so fast you barely had time to digest it, just like everything that was happening around you.

"You really need to shut your pretty mouth for a bit, cariño."

"Hei! Lasciala!" (Hey! Leave her)

A blonde man kneed him in the stomach, knocking all the air out of Massimo as he doubled in pain.

"Stop!" You squealed in between hiccups. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, ruining your makeup. The papers you were given were long gone from your hands.

The woman with the afro smirked upon reading them.

"We got it, Miguel."

Massimo gulped at the name. Miguel O'Hara, one of the major criminal Don's in the underworld, El Diablo himself had came to his home to collect his reaps.

"I tried to be a reasonable man with you, Mr. Bianchi, but given your stubborn nature to cooperate and pay what's rightfully mine, I must take drastic measures for you to understand that I don't like being lied to."

Miguel made a sign for everyone to leave.

"M-Massi? What... What is he talking about?"

"You lie to your lovely wife?" His face turned one of disgust and his large feet pushed Massimo's head on the ground, his swollen cheek flattening against the expensive Prada shoes adorning Miguel's feet.

You only looked away as your husband groaned in pain despite Miguel holding back from hurting him seriously.

" You see, cariño. Your doting husband right here, has been fucking around with my associates."

He removed the outer layer of his suit and carefully laid it on a nearby chair.

"People that have worked hard for what they have and have come to me in dire need of protection against this... greedy coward."

Your eyes snapped back to Massimo as he kept folded in pain, his eyes adverted from you.

"Bribing the judges, increasing taxes, charging extra fees to those who need him? And not enough, this cabrón tiene los huevos para pedir dinero en mi nombre." (This fucker has the guts to collect money in my name.)

His meaty mouth clicked in disapproval. 

"Is that true?"

He remained quiet, blood caking on his lips and chin.

"Massimo, look at me. Is that true?!"

"I'm really sorry you have to find out this way, preciosa. But don't you worry. I know he will pay."

Dread sunk in further at his words. If there was something you were so sure of, that if your life depended on it you wouldn't fear in risking it, is the little fact that your husband never really had the intention of paying debts.

A habit that stuck with him in your dating stage, something he never grew out of. And now the fatal consequences were only added in his karma balance.

"The hell I am!" Bianchi spat at his shoes, and Miguel, unbuttoned his shirt to then pull out a cigarette. He took a long drag. Cherry scent filled in your lungs as he blew the smoke in his direction.

"I'll put you behind bars, O'Hara!"

Miguel chuckled, showing his canines. One of the reasons of his nickname.

He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and crushed the ablaze end on your husband's forehead. A new groan of pain along a few Italian curses filled in the room.

You looked away, too scared and stunned to actually do something. What help could you possibly be? You were handcuffed, barefooted and emotionally all over the place. The many warnings about him finally weighing on your shoulders.

Your name was called between breathless and pained yelps, but you refused to acknowledge him.

"Let her go, please." You heard him, speak, but no words or pleas seemed to move Miguel. He just stared at Massimo with a bored expression as he crouched to meet his eyes.

"Hope you have told her that you cheated her with one of my favorite colleagues."

His words were the last stab you could handle, you broke in tears.

"I should kill you for that alone, but that would be too merciful of me."

Miguel stood up and prowled over you, his hands reached for your face and wiped away your tears carefully.

"I am a firm believer of 'An eye for an eye', Mr. Bianchi."

He removed the shirt, leaving his torso bare before you, eyes couldn't help but wander before retreating away, Miguel smirked.

"Are you?"

Massimo glared at him, heaving through the pain as he pulled a pocket knife and approached you.

"I'll have to make you a believer, then."

The sharp of the blade slid down your dress, enough to tear through the fabric covering your breasts. His lips pursed to give an appreciating whistle upon seeing your mounds clad in the velvety and silky texture of your lingerie.

" Con permiso, cariño." (Excuse me, darling)

Big hands took each a piece of fabric to tear the dress in half as you gasped and tried to scurry away from him. A hand grope your nape and you stilled.

One of his hands was big enough to pull you before your husband as the other one rested on the dip of your waist.

"Look at that. Por Dios... Was this a surprise for him?"

Upon your silence he squeezed your nape a bit tighter and you yelped.

"Y-Yes!"

"Too fucking bad he doesn't deserves it, right preciosa?"

"Don't you dare to touch her!"

Miguel nearly cackled at his measly threats. He took a couch and placed it before him. The coolness in the room made your skin crawl, but when he kissed your neck, an involuntary gasp left your lips.

"How long has been since this man touched you?"

His hands roamed your body, fingertips grazed your silky covered nipples as his other hand ghosted over your velvet clad pussy.

Another tiny whimper as he sat down on the couch, you were placed ontop of him, your thighs stretched, making to meet the width of his well sculpted ones, clad in fine wool. Hot and moist tongue caressed the upper part of your earlobe.

"M-Months"

You gulped and his touches stopped.

"You steal, you cheat and are a con man, yet you refuse to touch your wife? And me thinking I was the monster here."

He sat you in one of his thighs and pinched the bridge of his nose, an annoyed and incredulous look on his face.

"Lucky for you I'm in a good mood right now. Vamos a arreglar eso." (Let's fix that)

His hand cupped your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. Upon feeling his tongue invading your mouth, you recoiled but this only enticed him to snake his tongue around yours, sucking it and savoring you. The oils in your skin tickled his nose, a sweet and delicious scent that he'd often gift to his most prominent conquers.

But the way you had so dotingly prepared yourself for the cheating of a man you had for a husband, stirred something within him. You groaned as you demanded for air.

A thin dribble of his saliva connecting your mouths as hot pants fanned on eachother's lips.

He kneeled behind you and rolled your silk and velvet panties down your hips and knees. He tossed them away and bent you over, earning a yelp from you as your face was inches away from your alarmed husband.

"Don't" He shook his head and whispered. It came out like a silent plea that you ignored as Miguel sunk his face between your thighs from behind with a groan. Tongue teasing your mound, caressing softly at your clit.

You trembled and clenched your jaw to avoid moaning too loud. Shame spurted over your face in the shape of a bright red flush and a heavy feeling on your stomach. Big tanned thumbs spreaded your cheeks, to push himself deeper. His tongue lapped and teased; learning your skin's taste and texture that felt wonderful on his tongue and taste buds.

Wet and sloshing slurps made you pant and choke a moan as his hands grabbed your hips, exhorting them to use his handsome face as a seat. His tongue dribbled up and down your shivering and soaked flesh.

You groaned.

"Oh my god!" You mewled as you rode his face softly, "I-I'm so sorry!"

You spoke in between breathless pants as Miguel just moved your hips faster. Your mouth went slack and your needy breath fanned over your husband.

"Cara mía?" He'd whisper with pleading eyes but you were too enraptured in your brewing bliss. By instinct your hips seeked the movements of his tongue, chasing that relief only his mouth seemed to provide.

Legs quivered as they stood in their tip toes that curled in everytime he toyed with your clit. The smoothenes of his ministrations and the unceasing wet slurps he gave in your flesh, inched you closer and closer to the dangerous precipice of corruption and pleasure.

Another man was devouring you with such hunger you didn't think possible, as your lawful husband was forced to watch as you came right before him. It made your knees weak.

Eyes drooped before they clamped shut and your mouth hissed through panting and erratic breaths a needy Yes!

The guards outside the closed door were unfazed at Miguel’s antics. But the smirk on their faces were full of pride. El Diablo, their boss was someone people often had the misfortune of underestimate, until they were no longer laughing and rather plea for mercy or death, whichever came first.

Your hands behind your back slowly tingled as numbness spreaded upwards your arms.

Miguel separated himself and wiped his chin off your delicious slick and pulled the couch closer, he unzipped his pants and spreaded your thighs above his once more. Your chest heaved as you nested against his torso, fire licking your skin at the contact. The pocket knife was brought to your skin as he locked eyes with a disturbed yet aroused Massimo.

The tip of the sharp blades ran down up your torso, leaving a faint pink trail on it's wake, your breath hitching at the sensation until it reached the elastic lower band of your bra that held the cups together.

You didn't expected the quality elastic to give in so easily under the sharpness of a frail looking knife. Your breast spilled from the velvety green confinements and Miguel groaned while he hissed in delight at the sight.

He slapped your husband's face with a serious scowl

"Watch and learn how to treat a woman, cabrón."

Miguel fumbled with his pants and cotton briefs before releasing his aching and hard cock free. Bianchi adverted his eyes, embarrassed as defeat washed over him.

Miguel slapped the tip against your drenched folds, a cue for you to move your hips and smear more of your slick all over him before sinking in balls deep.

The intrusion felt delightful and painfully tight. Inner muscles clamped around him, making his head be thrown back, relishing not only at how hot and delicious you felt, but also at the feeling of your tightness trembling around him.

"Maldita sea preciosa, me estás matando". (Goddammit beautiful . You're killing me)

His hands hooked underneath the back of your knees, making you lean against him completely. Firm and cinnamon skin toned pecs supported your arching back.

Massimo couldn't help but peek under his disheveled hair and he nearly gasped at the sight. You were completely full and stretched at the size of his hefty cock. He could see your lower belly bulging a bit as his shaft rested within you. Bianchi was unable to look away, as emasculated as he felt.

A firm slap of his hips and it sent you curling your toes. Hips accommodated further in the single couch as his lips kissed your neck, canines grazing at your sensitive skin.

"So fucking tight f'me" He plunged you deeper, finally letting your walls meld to his size to then begin his slow thrusting. As much as he was dying to raw you silly, he had enough self control to be careful and not ruin you. That would come later.

It had been a long long time since he actually enjoyed having this kind of revenge. His eyes gave a quick glance to his beaten enemy and smirked in satisfaction when he noticed the bulge in between his imitation pants. Your hands fisted behind you, letting him to stretch you completely.

Your hips gave a soft rut, snapping his attention back to you, surprised you'd seek more of him.

His hands pushed your hips down onto him and your breast bounced. His eyes stalked yours, to assert his control, but you gave in so easily. Months of being untouched had made you a needy and sodden mess.

You were tired of your toys, and now that you had the real deal, it felt too good to let it slip. Things with your husband were surely done for anyways as fucked up as the situation was.

He'd probably be killed either way.

"Eyes on me, cariño" And just then, a sinful symphony of wet and merciless thrust fell upon you. Everytime he slid in made your pussy drool at his punishment. You cooed and stared at him with such a lovely and needy expression Miguel engraved in his mind.

Tears bit at the corner of your eyes as they drooped, taking your mind in this continuous trance of being torn between getting absolutely fucked out and coherent enough to give him a vocal reply like a moan or a praise and apologies to your voyeur.

"Cara mía, Don't do this to me" Bianchi shook his head in denial, but that only enticed Miguel to make it rougher.

Shy moans turned into shameless mewls and implorings that enticed him to ruin you at his contempt. The con man wished to cover his ears, but it was too delicious and forbidden to not indulge. Unavoidable too. Your pleas turned into lewd wailings and howlings. The tears and mascara long caked and dried on your cheeks.

Despite three years deep in marriage your husband would never care enough to leave you satisfied. It was everything about him, not really minding if you finished yourself by whatever means you found or thought right.

But this, this was pure torture. Sure, he didn't do anything to please you, but the thought of you being with another man always made him kick enough with the right amount of jealousy that would keep you satisfied for at least a couple of months while he kept ruining lives.

The slaps and Miguel's grunts turned desperate.

"Just like that! Yes!" You sobbed as his sac slapped against your clit, serving a good amount of punishment to your sensitive nub of nerves.

Your skin shook, breast bounced as you squirmed and twitched in absolute enjoyment.

"Like that, princesa?"

You nodded in between blown breaths, the pressure coiled tightly in the pit of your stomach. Menacing to snap at any second.

The sex and his Oud Wood by Tom Ford undertoned sweat made a puddle of your mind. Mouth gaped and shallow breaths came clenching through gritted teeth but he stopped just when you were about to greet God to release your hands from the back.

He pushed you on the floor on all your trembling fours, wool pants discarded completely, just as his CK briefs. Everything of him exuded with luxury. Even his rutting felt like an exotic meal you've tasted for the first time and you'd never go back to settle for anything less delicious and mind blowing than this.

But poor Massimo Bianchi was a reminder of your golden band that was wrapped around your ring finger.

Miguel's hand held tightly around the base of your neck, both hands melded at the size of your frail joint. both his feet planted on each side of you, caging you between his hips, and he sheathed once more in your already puffed and beaten pussy, making you yelp at the fullness and depth.

"Miguel!" You cried as your hands held on your husband's crossed legs. Your body lurched forward, meeting his cock in a merciless pace it had you bubbling like a total fool.

"I'm... Im sorry" A choked whimper, "Oh god, I'm so sorry Massi" Your mouth mumbled before Miguel squeezed your neck to keep you from apologizing to him, choking words in your gaping mouth.

He didn't deserve your regret, he deserved nothing. He wouldn't give him that much satisfaction.

"But it feels so good!"

You rasped and Miguel smiled darkly.

"Why don't you give him a farewell kiss, cariño?"

You shook your head and he frowned.

"No? Should I stop then?"

A whimper. Eyes twinkled in amusement as you reached for your husband and forced a kiss on him while El Diablo plowed remorselessly into you.

Bianchi could only whimper in pain as you bit his busted lip and kissed him, with a rough motion Miguel pulled you away from him. Your head far too gone into a place only he could reach. His panting and mumblings had turned borderline animalistic. He had praised you through it all and you were more than willing to comply.

Your body went taut, spent walls milked and creamed him as he cradled you against his torso. Body convulsed in bliss as he spilled his hot, sticky and big load inside your spasming walls. He laughed at your husband and at your dumb-bitch gone look.

He gave you a deep smooch before laying you on the couch. He slicked his hair back and caught his breath for a couple of minutes to then put on back his boxers. His eyes darted to an expectant Massimo.

Eyes wide. Still deciding between feeling horrified and happy for having such a twisted fantasy come true. A sick fuck through and through.

"I expect my payment within a month. More than enough time for you to collect what you owe me, Max."

Miguel purposely butchered his name as he threw his thousand dollars shirt you way.

"Put that on. We're taking a ride."

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His men had escorted you back to his car. An armored black Bulletproof Lincoln Navigator SUV. House slippers was the only thing he had allowed you to get on your feet. The cold seemed to not affect his naked torso as he waltzed out your now wrecked home.

The cologne in his shirt stronger, as it covered your naked body from prying eyes.

"Get inside"

"N-No"

Miguel's nostrils flared in anger, despite the dazing and scrumptious raw fucking he put you through some moments ago, you knew he was a dangerous man.

"Why wouldn't you just-"

"-Ta madre, que entres al puto carro, mujer!" (Fucking shit, get into the fucking car, woman!)

His booming voice made you still with a frown. His temper switching surely made you confused. Tears welled up in your eyes, and seeing the sluggishness you took to get in, made him drag you inside himself, and sat beside you and sighed.

His sour mood was thanks to one of his men, Peter. He had the most awful timing to deliver news. One of his younger recruits had been shot. Not fatally shot, but surely would cost him a great chunk of money. Bribing judges to prevent him from sending him to prison, and medics through thirds would take some resources he was planning to use in another mission.

Miles G. Morales.

The name made his patience even shorter, and it didn't helped you were sniffling as your hands rubbed your ring despite the sore wrists.

After all he did to you you still thought about that cheating cuck?

No. He wouldn't allow it. Not when he has already found a perfect use for you.

As the ride begun he pulled up the middle window, blocking his sight from Ben as he drove. He made a couple of calls, you were recoiling away from him at every chance he tried to wipe your tears. Reject was something he was used to, that didn't mean it set right in his heart. And it showed as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock once more.

The calls ended and he tossed the phone back to the inner pocket of his suit and pulled out his gun to rest it on your temple.

Your eyes widened as he spoke.

"Clean it."

Fear clung to you as a new wave of tears rolled down your cheeks. But your mouth beat you to voice your true desires.

"No."

His brow quirked and smiled darkly once more. He grabbed your hair and pulled you down on your knees before him. Legs still recovered from the previous cucking session, not that he cared anyways. The SUV cabin was spacious enough for him to pull the stunt.

"Funny you think you have a saying, cariño. Now be a good girl and clean my fucking cock. You made a mess out it."

The gun was pressed further, the click of his safety removal made you gulp.

Was this the life that you'd get from now on? It couldn't be. Part of your brain refused to acknowledge him as your owner, but the other part was terrified and intrigued to see how all of this would unfold for you. You won't make things easy for him as he was already making it a living hell for you.

You mouth begun to work him as he pulled another cigarette and blew the smoke in your direction.

The Devil seemed pleased. For now.

[feralforestgoblinn]

A Kinktober prompt for the FAD server

Day 16 - whipping

[softcitrus2345]

Finished the first four prompts for #feedist kinktober!! >:3 I'm having SO much fun with these oh my GOSH 1. Contrast - Amari delivers some food looking just a *tiny* bit different than his photo XP 2. I loved the idea proposed by anon a while ago of people giving Tau offerings as a way to pass by them, so I thought I'd lean into that vibe and make them look like some kinda royal just for funsies~ They've gotten quite comfortable with this arrangement as you can see >;3 3. Cozy Comforts - Hugo with a few of his favorite things, tea, soup, and pasta!! I couldn't stop smiling while I was drawing his delighted little expressions 😭💖💖

4. Marshmallow - Oh no! Damien got turned into a little marshmallow guy! It would be such a shame if he went in the microwave for a bit and expanded a bunch and got really chunky... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(Damien's a little unsure at first but is definitely enjoying this just as much as Vanessa~ ;3)

Hope yall enjoy the first batch!! Hopefully more to come soon! >:P

[stsgooo]

PARK IT. steve harrington

summary: a drive-in showing of alien allows for an opportunity that neither steve or the reader are willing to pass by.

content tags: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, handjobs, masturbation mention (f), fingering, public sex, sub!steve/dom!fem!reader, praise kink, body worshipping, making out.

wc: 3,204

a/n: it's late as hell and also my first smut ever (and first reader fic ive wrote in two/three years) so i hope it doesn't suck too much. but enjoy some pure dirt.

Your hand had been gradually moving up his thigh all night.

As the movie, obnoxiously loud and confusing in it's own right, played in front of you both, Steve remained vigilant to his promises to Robin. He wouldn't screw this date up with you, he wouldn't be "pervy", and he wouldn't go in for a kiss unless you'd initiated it first. Three plain rules that they'd both set up so he wouldn't mess up this long awaited date with you. It'd been fool proof. There was no way he could mess up a night of Alien. The movie was in no shape or form romantic.

Yet, ten minutes into the movie he felt your hand rest on his knee. You had scoot over from the passenger side and into his side, resting you head on his shoulder and just softly, soothingly, stroking his knee. It had been so soothing that he had felt almost guilty for the way his stomach fluttered with that familiar bundle. The same spark that Robin had warmed him against indulging for the night.

Don't let your other head think for you, dingus, Robin had said as she rewind a tape, watching the frames flash by with boredom. The last thing Y/N needs is you getting horny and making it about sex.

He wasn't sure if he was dreaming, but he swore that you were the one that was horny. With the way your loose dress was now pushed so far up your thighs he could see your panties, and he swore your free hand was pushing up your boobs too much.

He was painfully aware of your fingernails starting it's brushing up his jean clad knee forty-five minutes ago. For the sake of his sanity, Steve tried to ignore the way it burned his stomach, just watching with the utmost determination as a poor woman was pulled apart on screen. But even then he was still hyper focused on the way your fingers created indents on his skin as they moved, squeezed, moved, squeezed, moved, squeezed. By the time you're hand was on his upper thigh, his cock was half hard and twitching for some type of friction. Shame and guilt making him silently pray that you would let up. Just a bit.

He shifted in his seat, briefly hoping that he'd somehow release the tension in his cock. Nothing. Steve glanced down at you, finding your eyes on the screen ahead, seemingly oblivious to his inner struggle. He went to shift again when you spoke.

"You know, Sigourney Weaver is kinda badass," Your voice was low, as if you were passing a secret between the two of you. Your eyes dragged from the screen and to Steve, lips tugging upwards when you saw his hazel eyes already resting on you. Move and squeeze. "Hot too."

Your hand moved upwards once more. Only inches away from his cock and he felt like he could explode. Surely you would think nothing of him except how sleezy he was when you found out. A weird perv for allowing himself to get so easily hard for you. For thinking about what it'd be like to have your lips against his skin, your tongue lapping around his head, and your hand squeezing the base of his cock.

Think of Mr. Florence coming in with that god awful porno last week, or how you stepped in dog shit just yesterday and it got in your shoe, or maybe the smell of those tunnels you almost died-

Steve released a large breath, smiling awkwardly as he shifted again. "Uh, I guess- Robin, she-she really likes her. Something about, uh, pubes and feminism. I don't really know the, er, correlation but...there was definitely something about pubes and CGI which is weird. Not that I, uh, hate hair. Honestly, we should let women release the bushes- or...or something like that--"

"Steve?" You cut through his rambling, amusement twinkling your eyes, but something else was buried in those Y/E/C eyes.

Steve cleared his throat. "Yeah-Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?" You were so close that he could see the specks of light from the screen reflecting off your eyes. They were staring deeply into his own, almost enticing him. He couldn't think of any coherent words to say, a simple yes or no refused to push out. He almost managed to get himself to at least move, before your other hand trailed to cup his jaw. Your fingers distantly twirled with the strands resting at the back of his head. His chest fluttered and he leaned in. "I really want to kiss you."

It was a breathless whisper, but it was enough for whatever grip Steve had on himself to crumble completely.

"Please." Was all he said in response before you pressed your lips together.

Euphoria.

Steve wouldn't describe it any other way. The sounds of battle leaked into the car, a man yelling, GAME OVER, BITCH! But none of that matter as all he could focus on was the way you seemed to devour him. The way your lips moved hungrily and sloppily against his own. Smacks of lips parting, panting, then resuming to destroy his self will. Your left hand tugged at his hair, making him gasp softly, and your tongue to slip into his mouth. Lewd sounds came from him like he was nothing but a bubbly whore at the hands of his lover. Immediately submitting into you as if he didn't have some type of pride to uphold. But you were so fluid in your movements. Like you had went through them millions of times before, consuming someone whole, leaving them a mess.

You were one of the last people to be so...experienced. But he wasn't exactly complaining. In all honesty, he couldn't find it in himself to do anything but match your pace, your movements, and give moans of satisfaction to give reassurance that he was still following. The hand that'd been possessively resting on his thigh moved up again and this time, you'd actually palmed him through his jeans. Steve released a pathetic little moan, his chest cave in, his heart beat erratically, and jaw falling open to pant.

You moved onto his jaw, giving a little nip. If he had been in his right mind, he would've probably winced at the intensity, but he was in a state between worlds. Too focused on the pleasure to focus on anything else. You kissed his jaw, gently swiping your tongue over the red mark in a soothing pattern.

"Been trying to get you to look at me all night, Steve," You whispered against his skin, breath tickling his neck as you pressed lazy kisses against it. Steve just closed his eyes, trying to calm his heart as his hands squeezed your waist. "You look so pretty tonight. I just wanted to kiss you and touch you all over."

Steve gasped softly, feeling his cock flexing against the zipper. It'd been so long since someone had wanted him. Wanted him to look at them, wanted to kiss him, wanted to touch him all over. It'd been so long since Steve had felt that greedy filthy need to have someone around him. To have someone swallow him whole and make him forget everything in the process. Steve can't even place the last time someone had called him pretty genuinely- if its even happened at all.

He placed his hand on your jaw, thumb gently skirting over your skin. "Really?" He hated the way his voice cracked. Too emotional for his own good.

You paused, having heard full well the dip in confidence in his voice. You stared at him unwaveringly.

"Really." You pressed a soft kiss against his lips, this time it was gentle. Like he was fragile and one foul touch would break him. "Thought about the different ways I could touch you, have you pressed against me. I just wanted to feel you, but you deserve more than that, Steve. Because you're just so pretty."

Steve's breath hitched as you gave a firm stroke to his cock. His eyes falling closed and head falling back against the head rest. "Oh," He whispered, his chest falling as you slowly, painfully, stroked him through his jeans.

"Can I jerk you off, Stevie?" Stevie was certainly new, but the man didn't have the mental capacity to tease you for you. Your fingers found the outline of his cock and squeezed, stroking as Steve moaned, pushing his hips upwards in hopes of getting more. "I want to make you feel good. Just wanna...get you off right here."

Steve briefly worried about being caught. About someone seeing him in such a vulnerable state. His cock out, being ruthlessly stroked, you having him in the palm of your hand like it was an everyday Friday night. His windows weren't very tinted, you'd both be exposed. But then he briefly thought of Tommy and Carol (very briefly because he'd rather not think about them while his cock was aching and you were staring at him with that dark look.) and the amount of times they'd snuck into the back of his car and got off. There was even that one time behind the screen.

If Steve died getting his dick jerked off by Y/N L/N, then he'd embrace death with open arms.

The man gave no verbal confirmation. He seemed to snap into the movement of unbuckling himself before your hands shot out and grabbed his wrists.

He blinked up at you, confused by the sudden deterrence in your shared night.

But he just found you smiling back, predatory, as you pushed his hands to his sides. "There's no rush," you grumbled, his chest vibrating against your voice. Your fingers found his buckle and slowly, painfully, pushed the metal through the loop. "This is about you, baby. Just want to make you feel good."

Steve wasn't sure what to do with himself. He'd never really had a woman just want to jerk him off and have him sit pretty. It'd always been the trailing of hands, messy and drunken limbs hitting each other, sloppy strokes on his soft cock, then they'd say the magic words: Can you fuck me, Steve? Please?

All work, no play.

But it didn't feel like that now.

Now, here he was, trying to gain his breath as you slowly worked his jeans off him. The buckle clinked together as you popped the button, then pressed your fingers against the zipper. He hissed at the pressure, a sudden flush of warmth hit his lower body, bucking upwards. It elected a soft laugh out of you and an embarrassed tinge of Steve's cheeks that spread to his neck.

It was only a moment later that Steve hissed as his cock was exposed to the Spring air.

He took deep breaths as his cock came to a rest against his lower abdomen, leaking pre-cum from his tip, and twitching at the simplest of movements. His fingers twitched to make a move, wrap his hand around himself and try to chase the sweet release. But he no chance. Not with you staring at him like he'd hung the stars in the sky.

"You're gorgeous," You whispered, pressing a kiss against his lips once again. Using the time to graze his cock with your fingertips, electing a moan from him and a grin from you. "You're so hard. How long have you been waiting, Steve?"

"Mm, I-I, fuck," Steve drew in a breath as his eyes fell to where your fingers just barely grazed him. The way his cock jumped to fall into your hands. It was almost pathetic the way his boy so desperately wanted to fall into yours. The way it wanted to be completely and utterly consumed by your own. "You kept touchin' me....makin' me so fucking- please, god, just touch me."

Your face bloomed into a small grin as Steve groaned, his hands balling into fists by his thighs. He felt that filthy need for you to milk him dry. To have you push him over the edge until he was begging you to let go. Steve wanted to hand over complete control to you. Allow you to just....become a part of him. Just for a bit.

You suddenly licked you hand, your attention now on his cock. You didn't waste a second before you leaned forward, lips on his ear, and wrapped your hand around him and gave a rather jerky stroke.

"Ah, f-fuck," Steve's head fell back and his eyes scrunched to a close. Moans passed his lips as you diligently worked his cock, fingers briefly squeezing his head, making his hips thrust to meet your hand.

Your hand was soft. That wasn't exactly much of a surprise to him, but it felt so good. Your movements were fluid, second nature. Jerking him off was like a hobby. Wrist popping as you gave a rather forceful stroke. Lewd sounds were coming from were you two were connected now. His cock giving wet squelch with the mixture of pre-cum and your spit.

Your teeth briefly nibbled on his lobe, hot breath brushing his skin, and electing a soft mew from him.

You moved down, sloppy and wet kissing against his jaw and neck. "You're so good, Steve." Your whispered, assuredly, against him. He could only whimper in response, lips parted in attempt to catch his breath. "You're so big. Can barely get my hand around you. Look."

Steve didn't even attempt to gain some type of control. His eyes, heavy lidded, opened and stared down at your work. His cock was weeping, a mixture of red and soft pink, the tip leaked with want, pleading for some type of acknowledgement. As if you saw it at the same time as him, you swiped your thumb over his slit, a thin string of pre-cum joining the rest of his cock.

"Jesus, you-you're so, so-" Steve scrunched his face, his hands flexing at his sides once more. His hips pathetically started to rock his hips to follow your movements. You seemingly made no movements to stop him, just giving a squeeze and leaning over him then-

You just spit on him.

His cock was warm and he felt like he could bust at any moment. His lower abdomen burned with the desperate need to release, allow himself to come completely undone. His balls tightened with your strokes and he pleaded with himself to just let it go on a little longer. Don't let him be vulnerable then see your regret and disgust with him.

But your whispers painted a different picture.

"Sometimes I would touch myself and I would think about you." Jesus. Steve wanted to weep. "I would think about you touching me, your fingers inside of me, kissing me all over. I want you so bad, Steve."

"I want you too." Steve whispered back, turning his head to look you in the eye. "I just want to- I'm gonna kiss you."

You offered no response as he pressed his lips against yours once again. Your pace slowed and your grip on his cock softened, but it was still very much there. Your free hand sought out his, fingers trailing over the back of his hand before you grabbed it.

Pressing his fingers against your wet clothed pussy. Steve moaned in your mouth, chasing your lips as you pulled away. "I want to feel you," Your lips brushed against his, eyes staring back. "Want you inside of me."

"I can do that." Steve said dumbly, watching your lips, wanting to capture them again. He licked his own, watching as your eyes trailed the movement. "I-I want to."

You hungrily pressed your lips back together. Steve moaning as he pushed your panties to the side, his middle and ring finger pressed between your folds. Slickness captured his fingers and he spread it from your entrance to your clit, giving a firm roll of his fingers. You groaned in his mouth, your hand around his cock tightened.

Your hips rolled with the movement of his fingers, wet sounds emitting from your pussy as he stroked your clit. Pants from both of your fogging up the windows, pleasurable condensation surrounded them. Hiding them from the outside world as they consumed one another. Steve's cock weeping for release and your pussy leaking onto his fingers.

He pressed his middle finger to your entrance, wasting no time to push inside. He was immediately welcomed with a moan passing from your slack jaw, and walls clenching around him. Steve quietly cursed at the feeling, grunting at the tightening in his own stomach.

"You feel so good." Steve mumbled incoherently, fucking his finger into your pussy. Your just moaned in response, placing lazy kisses against his freckles. "So-so tight and just.... Jesus Christ."

He let his ring finger join his middle, stretching your walls and making you roll your head back. Your strokes on his cock were pretty much non-existent now, but he felt like he was moments away from cumming from the feeling of you alone. You rode yourself on his hand, the butt of his palm brushing against your clit every time his fingers brushed against that sweet spot. A long fuck dragged out of you as you latched a hand on his wrist.

Steve briefly closed his eyes, mouth watering as he took a deep breath. "Y/N, I-I'm going to-" he cut himself off, thrusting upwards sharply.

"Cum for me, Steve."

His vision burst and should did his will. He gave lazy thrusts as cum poured from his cock and onto your hand and his abdomen. Cries of your name tumbled from his mouth in a pathetic release. The head of his cock wept and he twitched in your touch as your moans flooded in his ears. Your walls clenching and releasing in a quick succession. His fingers soaking with your cum, just as his coated your hand.

Both of you panted, lax against the seats, and eyes heavy lidded. Steve slipped his hand from your panties, pulling them back over your pussy to give your some decency. His fingers were coated and slick with your cum, his chest tightening as the events that had just transpired flooded over him He looked to you to find you inspecting your own hand with curiosity. He was half tempted to say sorry. Almost did until your tongue lapped up a large glob of his cum between your thumb and pointer. You smiled at him, tired and amused at his obvious shock.

"Told ya, Stevie, I've been wanting to do this for awhile." You turned your head forward, frowning. "But we did miss the movie."

Steve turned his own eyes towards the screen, finding that the movie had come to an end itself, and somehow the heroes had come out on top. Well, at least, Sigourney Weaver was out on top.

"Well, we were focused on something more important." Steve uttered, eyes trailing back to the cum resting on your hand. "You were really...ah..."

"Hot? Dominating? Amazing?"

Steve snorted at the words, dropping his chin. "Yeah, let's go with those."

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Kinktober 2023: gang bang, Grim Reapers + Sebastian (gags, bondage, slight dub con and pact play)

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The demon was on his back, tied up with chains, leaving him exposed. You’d removed his clothes as well and a blindfold adorning him. He had to awkwardly bite around the gag you had forced into his mouth.

You positioned yourself between his legs, leaning down to blow a puff of hot air onto his shaft. To your amusement it twitched excitedly, getting to half mass before your attention was diverted. A knock on the door has you sit up, watching as Sebastian tried to close his legs but couldn’t.

Another knock. “Biscuit? Are you ready?” You hum in response, you didn’t expect him to hear you but the door opens to your amusement. Undertaker was the first to enter, no hesitation to walk right up to you and Sebastian. “Oooh! Is this the gift you prepared for us? It looks exquisite!”

Sebastian growled, tugging at the restraints that left him so vulnerable. You ordered him not to break then, he’s at your mercy now…

Well more accurately, he’s at your mercy and the grim reapers.

Grell waltzed in, hurrying up to Sebastian’s side. She clearly peers at his twitching manhood before she flashes you a grin. “Do you mind if I take this for a bit? Just long enough to get a joy ride?” You nodded and watched her fondle Sebastian, though judging by how he was flinching, she was being a little rough.

You catch Grell flashing a toothy grin before she’s swallowing down his cock. Sebastian let’s out a muffled moan, it turned to a whine and with a glance you can see Grell swallow down his cock.

You slip out from your position and look to the door. “You two coming in or did you get cold feet?” Ronald waltz in with a slight smile, glancing to the little scene before him. “William?”

You stepped out of the room and see William. You grabbed his wrist, tugging him into the room. When you glance back, you see Sebastian’s gag had been removed, Ronald had shoved his cock in place. Grell had shoved herself into Sebastian.

Undertaker was riding Sebastian, none of them were even trying to match pace with each other. You heard the obscene noise coming from Sebastian as he choked on Ronald’s cock, whimpers and moans attempting to escape him.

“Grell, don’t…finish…inside him, ok, I don’t want your sloppy seconds….” William hissed out. Grell groaned in response, ignoring him in favor of bucking into Sebastian faster. Sebastian makes a muffled yelping sound earning a moan from Ronald.

“Do that again!” Ronald purred out, looking over to Grell. She purred back and adjusted her hips to piston into Sebastian, you hear a guttural cry escape Sebastian as she hits what’s undoubtedly the demons sweet spot.

You seat yourself beside Sebastian, leaning down to tease his nipples, flicking them lightly. William joins you on the opposite side of Sebastian, you both work in tandem to tease up and down Sebastian’s body. Undertaker hisses and freezes above Sebastian. “A-ah, he’s-he is certainly having a good time!” With a few more bounces, you understand what he means, given how Sebastian tries to tremble away, and there’s cum dripping from where he and Undertaker’s bodies met.

A heavy groan escapes Ron and with a few more thrust, he’s shoved his cock as far down Sebastian’s throat as he could. He holds himself there, trapping Sebastian there as well. After a few gasp, Ronald pulls back and to your amusement, some of his cum and Sebastian’s saliva spill onto his face.

Ronald steps away, tucking himself back into his pants and steps aside, seating himself to face the bed. William glances between you and Sebastian. You gesture for him to go ahead, you weren’t in the mood to be eaten out tonight.

William hesitantly took Ronald’s place and given Sebastian was panting, there was no resistance. A whine escaped the demon as he bucked up, earning a gasp from Undertaker. You tense up feeling something hot and wet land on the side of your face (and some in your hair) on instinct you tense and close your eyes.

You instantly feel what you know is Undertaker licking the substance off your face. Once your sure you won’t get any in your eyes, you get a bit of what’s left in your hand and open your eyes. You laugh a bit, knowing Undertaker had accidentally ‘finished’ on your face.

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[daddyhausen]

• kinktober day six : forced orgasms — chuck taylor •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } cnc, fingering, face slapping, ropeplay, restraints, sex toys, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia daddy kink, sub!reader, forced orgasms, degradation, overstimulation, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, squirting, male + female orgasms vaginal creampie, internal cumshots

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you could not move, body bound to the bed with thick rope, tautly secured around your wrists

your legs bent at an angle, the rope wrapped around your thigh and shin, securing them in a spread, uncomfortable position

same with the ankles having been tightly bound, secured to the bedframe also

a vibrator positioned at your clit, currently buzzing at high speed

abusing your sensitive pearl as dustin looked over you with a faux concern

“don’t look at me like that” he remarked noticing the swell of tears forming in your eyes, pleading for him to show you mercy

how your cheeks flushed with arousal, a thin sheen of sweat gathered at your hairline

he did not care for your predicament, maybe you should have known better than to flaunt yourself so recklessly in front of the locker room then maybe he might have just spared you

your crime? wearing an outfit that was the slightest bit more scandalous than your usual ensemble

it was simple, enough to catch the eye of even the most nonchalant of men

a tight-fitting mini-skirt, leather of course, the fabric always accentuated your features so well

and a brassiere like halter top, the fabric wrapped around your waist, two large straps that crossed over your breasts with a cutout exposing the underside of the pillowy mounds

leaving very little to the imagination

“daddy…please…” you whimpered, body twitching against the harsh pulses of the vibrator

“what?” he paused, only emphasising his statement to come

“do you think i want to punish you princess? of course i don’t. but you need to learn your lesson”

“l-lesson?” you stammered. you had no idea what the lesson entailed but you sure knew it was one that aggravated him

dustin rolled his eyes, followed by a scoff as he smoothed down his beard, having let it grow out the slightest

“this body…” he gripped your knees in his large palms for emphasis, not even referring to your body as your own.

“it belongs to me. and the sooner you get that through your pretty little head i won’t have to punish you like this”

he poked your forehead between every word in the phrase of “pretty little head” to further instill the significance within your mind

he leaned down, increasing the speed of the vibrator by one- no two pulses.

your head instantly recoiled back into the sheets, a long drawn out moan left your lips, followed by desperate pants as the pleasure coursed through you.

“look at me” he grabbed your chin when he noticed your gaze began to faulter.

“look at me!” he repeated, free hand slowly starting to tease your dripping folds

“i. own. you.”

he kept his wording slow and deliberate.

as if having to explain to someone not of great intellect

he let his fingers dance against your soaked folds, dipping them in and out as he gathered your wetness on his fingertips

“i own this pretty pussy, sweetheart. i’m the only one who can fuck you so good it’ll leave you cock drunk for days. i’m the only one who can make you cum until you’re begging for me to end it-“

his monologue was cut off by a rush of pleasure leaving your belly

your juices coated his fingers, dripping from your void like the waterfalls of niagara

he merely scoffed with a devilish smirk

“that’s it?” he cockily questioned. “that’s all you got?”

his taunts rang true in your ears, that was indeed all you had.

your mind had been absent these past twenty minutes or so, having not even registered the sheer lack of magnitude your orgasm has created for him

“i know you got more than that in you” he added to the vibrators speed, turning it up to the maximum intensity

“daddy no-“

“daddy yes” he cut you off

“don’t be a greedy little whore, share some of that sweetness with daddy”

he dipped his fingers into your void, curling upwards in a sort of come-hither motion, all the while pumping the lanky digits in and out of you

your pussy clenched around his fingers, so desperate to please him

to apologise for your actions earlier in the day

you peered down, watching the way his fingers disappeared inside of you.

“don’t look down. look at me.” he reminded sternly

your gaze met his own again.

he stared intently through you, deep into your soul

his eyebrows knitted together in concentration as if he was trying to examine your thoughts

his mouth only moved to utter an insult or a soft groan due to the sizeable erection pressing up against the inside of his jeans

“i- i’m sorry daddy” you pleaded, desperate and on the verge of another orgasm

“sorry doesn't cut it, princess. you know what you did and you need to pay for it”

you threw your head back again, frustrated at the pleasurable assault on your cunt

it wasn’t the fact that he was ruining you with his fingers, the vibrator included

it was the fact you couldn’t touch him while doing so

you struggled against the ropes

twisting your wrists and tugging at the knots he’s created

“don’t struggle, it’ll only make them tighter” he spoke with an unusual monotone in his voice

his nonchalant demeanor made you feel unnerved

it was so unlike dustin

part of the reason why it turned you on so much

your cunt throbbed with pleasure, a sick squelching sound ringing through both your ears as you grew increasingly wetter with his movements

dustin increased his speed, finger pumping into you at rapid force as you spilled over

he freed his fingers from your void as your walls contracted around air, juices squirting from between your thighs

“oh shit-“ dustin remarked, cleaning his fingers by bringing them to his lips, haphazardly licking them clean

“see? much better this time, princess”

his praise held a mocking undertone to it as he turned off the vibrator

you sighed with relief, your clit far too overstimulated to continue taking any more abuse of that nature

“i still think you’ve got one more in you through”

your eyes winded, wanting him to repeat his sentence just to make sure you were not hearing things

his thumb gingerly drew circles against your clit

your body jolting back, clit too stimulated and sensitive to his touch

“n-no more daddy…please no more” you begged through tears

“oh princess…” he pouted, you thought that he would have had a shred of sympathy for you in that moment

“what good is your punishment if i didn’t force you to cum all over my cock?”

he stood up, unbuckling his belt letting his jeans fall to the floor with a thud

“i gotta fill that pussy up, make sure everyone knows; that you know, i own it”

his cock stood tall and proud against his stomach, tip

leaking pre-cum as you licked your lips in anticipation

he teased your folds, lightly slapping the tip against your overstimulated clit

you winced in pleasure, cunt shuttering at the touch

he gave you no time to catch your breath, even less time to collect your thought as he pushed deep into you

his thrusts violent and quick

in desperate need to get himself off

“god…don’t know how a whore like you has such a perfect little cunt”

he slapped your cheek playfully, fully emtoumbing himself in your warmth

“i’m a lucky man, aren’t i, princess?”

“y-yes daddy”

he pushed down on your knees, that spread of your legs caused your hips to angle up, gaining him further access to your cunt

he slammed into with vicious force, hell bent to retrieve at least one more orgasm from you

your cunt, so overstimulated, fucked beyond what you thought humanly possible, quivered around his size

so needy with your third, and hopefully final orgasm of the night

“f-feels so good daddy…your cock is so b-big!”

“i know” he remarked, his tone as self-absorbed as ever

“c’mon sweetheart i can feel it, why don’t you give daddy another one?”

you whimpered through clenched teeth, fingers gripping at air as you tried desperately to hold on

“fuck fuck fuck!!!” you chanted, feeling your release crashing through you

you screamed with pleasure, body convulsing with your orgasm

he was soon to follow, holding your hips still as he filled you to the brim without warning

cum leaking from beneath your thighs

“i hope you learned your lesson princess”

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[kinkyrafe]

Distraction

This work is 18+. MDNI!!

Summary:

Rafe, Topper and you are in an established poly relationship and you live together. One evening, Rafe and you need to distract Topper. The best way to do that is with s e x. And action.

Warnings: light dom/sub dynamics, pure smut basically with very, very little plot

@maybanksbabe Libra, this is for you. you wanted to be tagged. proceed with caution. this is nearly 6000 words of sex, completely un-betaed, hardly proofread... you have been warned.

Read on AO3.

All three of you have problems with your family: Ward Cameron is a fucking psycho, Cynthia Thornton is an authoritarian dictator and your parents are... well... you know best what your parents are.

Fact is that parents and family are a sensitive issue for all three of you which is why you don’t talk about it very often. It is also why all three of you revel in this sweet little safe space that is your relationship and why none of your parents are ever allowed to set one foot into the apartment that you share.

You are chilling on the couch, your legs draped over Topper, both of you scrolling through social media, showing each other posts and reels, while Rafe is working on his laptop at the kitchen table, smiling over to the two of you every now and then. 

"You should have finished work this morning when we both were at work, too," Topper teases him with a sly grin.

You raise your eyebrow at Topper, "Careful," you say amused, "You know he'll make you pay for comments like this once he's done."

Topper wiggles his eyebrows at you and you realize that this is what he’s hoping for - you should have known.

He opens his mouth to say something else, when the phone in his hand starts ringing. He looks at it and his expression darkens immediately at the sight of his mother's name on the screen. "Oh great," he mumbles and gets up.

"Don't answer it," you advise half-heartedly although you already know that it's in vain because Topper accepts every single call, especially if it's from either of his parents.

"Is it Cynthia?" Rafe asks from the kitchen table a couple of feet away. You nod silently. "Tell her I say hi!" He calls after Topper.

Topper just flips him off as he leaves to his room.

Cynthia does not approve of your relationship in the slightest and although it's been several years since Topper legally became an adult, his mother still tries to control every aspect of his life and uses every opportunity to let him know how little she thinks of his life choices. She doesn't like you but maybe she would accept you at some point if it wasn't for the fact that there is still is Rafe - and Rafe and Topper had a connection way before you and Topper did.

Rafe and you share a long, meaningful look before Rafe shrugs and goes back to his work. You look right through him, though; you see his worry how his shoulders are all tense now and how his eyebrows are drawn together. The atmosphere has shifted in the room. It was all cozy and relaxed before and one call of one of your parents just changed everything. Now it is heavy and tense. You hate it.

You pick on your nails and try not to listen to the muffled sounds coming out of Topper's room that sound a lot like Topper defending himself non-stop. After a while, everything is silent. You wait for Topper to come back out but he doesn't. A couple of minutes later Rafe notices it as well. He closes his laptop. "Do you think they are still talking?" He asks.

You shake your head. "He's been quiet for a while."

Rafe pushes the laptop away from himself and gets up. "I'll check on him."

That is when Topper's door opens and Topper comes back into the living room. He is clearly upset, his hair all tousled from constantly running his hands through it, his jawline tense and he is avoiding eye contact which is always the biggest sign for him.

Already standing in the middle of the room on his way to Topper's, Rafe reaches out for him and pulls him close with a soft "Hey there." Topper almost melts against him. Rafe kisses his head with so much love and you wish it would be enough to take away all of Topper's worries.

You lock eyes with Rafe again, silently asking him what to do. When it comes to Topper's emotions, it is usually best to follow Rafe's instincts. They have known each other since they were kids and their emotional connection was way stronger than yours and Topper's was when Topper first came into your relationship. This is something that is really hard to catch up on.

Rafe jerks his head very subtly and you immediately get up from the couch and approach them. "We're here for you," you mumble against Topper's shoulder, kissing it softly as you start stroking his back in comfort.

Topper takes a step back from the two of you and grabs Rafe’s belt. "What are you doing?" Rafe asks bewildered. He takes a step back himself when Topper opens his belt with trembling fingers. "Don't," he says when he grasps what Topper is up to.

"Let me -" Topper starts explaining but cuts off and tries to open Rafe's pants instead.

"Top, stop," Rafe insists, pushing Topper's hands away. "Stop it!" Topper doesn't stop though, taking a step closer to Rafe, trying to kiss him demandingly.

"Topper, he said no," you try to step in.

"Come on, you love it when I suck you off, so just let me-" He tries to palm Rafe's dick but Rafe takes another step back, shoving Topper's hands away, forcefully this time, and when this still isn't enough for Topper to try to get his hands on him, Rafe explodes.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" He growls.

Topper finally looks at him, his eyes just as angry. "What is your problem? We fuck all the time, why not now?"

"Because you're upset," you say, stepping in between the two of them.

"Yeah, I know, thank you for reminding me," Topper snaps.

"Talk to us," you tell him.

Topper just looks at you angrily. "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it." He turns around, too agitated to stand still. "You guys never understand!"

"Oh, we don’t understand what's it's like to have fucked up parents?" Rafe shouts, "We?" He motions between you and him. "Fuck off, Topper! Have you fucking met Ward?" Rafe turns to leave the room while Topper opens his mouth for whatever he wants to say next.

"Stop, both of you," you insist loudly. When both of them look at you, you continue, "Rafe, this is not what Topper meant, I'm pretty sure, he meant that we don't understand what he needs - and Topper, how the hell do you want us to understand if you don't talk to us?" Topper and Rafe stare at each other, clearly still frustrated over what has just happened. "Stop being idiots, both of you. We were all fine before Cynthia called so this is just because of her and I refuse to give her so much power over us that we are fighting because of her." You turn to Topper and see him swallow thickly. "Rafe wanted to comfort you, and even if you needed something else, you can't just use him as a distraction whenever you like - no matter if you blow him or not. You really should know that! You need to tell him or us what you want - if you don't want to talk, fine, if you want to have sex, perfect, but you need to fucking tell us."

Topper rakes his fingers through his hair again. "I know," he whispers, very vulnerable now, "Fuck, I'm sorry." He presses his hands against his eyes, trying to force down tears. He swallows again and takes his hands from his face, looking directly at Rafe now. "I'm sorry, I just... I wanted to make you feel good because she... yeah..." Because Cynthia probably did nothing else but bash Rafe the entire time. Topper doesn't say that though, he doesn't want to talk about it and that is fine as well. It is nothing new anyway. He swallows again. "I'm sorry for overstepping."

Rafe steps forward into Topper's space and wraps his arms around him. "It's okay," he mumbles into his hair and kisses him comfortingly. "Apology accepted."

You smile at the two of them. Those are your boys. You step closer again, gently rubbing both their backs for comfort. "I love you two so much," you whisper and before you know it you're in the middle of a triad hug and everything is fine again.

"So, what do you want to do now?" You ask when you all let go. "Are you done with work, Rafe?" Rafe nods. "Are you hungry?"

"Um..." Topper tries, looking a little embarrassed, and Rafe's and your attention is immediately on him. "I would love to have sex if the two of you are in?"

You look at Rafe who is definitely in by the way his pupils dilate instantly. You exchange a single glance and that's all you need to know. "We're so in," you say and let your hand run down Topper's chest suggestively. "You gotta tell us what you want though." Topper is not good at communicating and maybe this is one way to help him improve his communication skills.

"I..." he stutters, physically responding to your touch.

"Do you want to watch me and Rafe?" You ask teasingly because you are positive that whatever he has in mind, this is not it. Having to watch you is almost like a punishment for him. 

Realizing what you are up to, Rafe grins at you, amused.

Topper grimaces. "No," he shakes his head, looking at you, almost offended.

You take your hands off of him and get your hands under Rafe's shirt, letting your nails trail across his stomach in a way that instantly sends goosebumps all over his arms. You smirk at him, clearly enjoying yourself, before you look back at Topper. "I don't know what you want if you don't tell us, Christopher," you tease him.

You realize your mistake almost before the name leaves your mouth.

Rafe tenses beneath your fingers and Topper's expression hardens again. "Don't call me that."

It really is stupid of you to call him by the name only his mother calls him right when he is upset about her. "Sorry, I didn't think," you apologize immediately and for a second you think that you ruined everything and Topper will retrieve back into his head, but then Topper takes a deep breath and looks straight at you. 

"I want you two to use me to get yourselves off," he says matter-of-factly and you think that this is the first time you actually hear him say these words in the two years you've been together now. He swallows before he continues to clarify, "And I want one of you to fuck me, I don't care who. You can decide. Just... distract me. I don’t know, I'm gonna go shower." With that, he turns on his heels and leaves the living room. You both look after him, both visibly impressed.

"Fuck that was hot," Rafe hisses next to you, "You have to make him say it out loud more often." You nod.

"How do you think we should do this?" You ask him as the two of you walk over to your bedroom, "Anything in mind? Anything you want to do?"

Rafe shrugs.

"I have an idea but that would be more your kinks than his," you say, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

He looks at you, all ears. "Tell me?"

You look straight into his eyes, curious about his reaction. "I thought about bending him over the kitchen table, spanking him until he barely can hold himself up anymore, and then fucking him." His reaction doesn’t disappoint. 

Rafe just stares at you for a second, mouth open, unable to swallow. You were so right, this is rather for him than it is for Topper. He palms his cock and adjusts his pants. "I'm so hard right now." Anything that involves impact play is usually more up Rafe's ally than anyone else's. He loves pain - Topper and you not so much.

"Aw," you tease him, giddy about how easy it is to rile up both of your boys. "Told you it was more for you than for him."

"You're making me sub way more than I want to," Rafe complains.

You start laughing, holding your hands up in defense. "I'm not making you do anything, Rafe. This is a free country."

"Mh," He pouts, grabs you around the waist and pulls you closer. Quietly, as if it pains him to say it out loud, he says, "Do that to me next time it's only the two of us?" He tips his forehead against yours and breathes in your scent.

You smile up at him, invading his space, kissing him affectionately on the lips. "Sure - although I think we could find a way to include Top."

Rafe pouts again, for real this time. "Please don't let him do the spanking, he's too soft."

You can't help but laugh. "Alright, I won’t. But right now we need an idea for him. What do you think is best to distract him from that evil witch?"

"Let's keep it simple," Rafe says with a shrug, "Top on his back, you sit on his face and I'll fuck him - and then we switch, you ride him or you use a strap-on, I don’t know, and I’ll have him blow me." Simple. Huh.

Now it is your turn to stare at him, your mouth dry, making it difficult to swallow. That sounds fantastic.

"Alright, then," you say as cool as humanly possible while you watch Rafe take his shirt off. "Do you want to lead today?" And he looks at you with wide eyes because your offer is a big deal to him.

With a shake of the head, he declines. "Nah, let's take him like we're used to." What you are used to is you as a domme, Rafe as a switch and Topper as a sub.

"You sure?" You ask.

He comes closer, cups your face with one hand and kisses you softly. "One hundred percent."

"What is one hundred percent?" Topper's voice comes from the bedroom door. His hair is wet now, styled half-heartedly to the side and he only put his trunks back on.

Rafe reaches out to him and coaxes him forward, "That we're gonna distract you ," he says softly as Topper steps closer. Rafe wraps one arm around him, pulling him close, and presses a soft kiss to Topper's forehead.

"Are you sure you want sex?" You ask carefully, just to make sure. "We could also do something else? Whatever you want."

Topper just shakes his head and looks up, eyes bright now with anticipation. "No, please, I really want to." So that's settled then.

"Alright then," Rafe says, a smirk forming on his lips. He looks at you expectantly and that is your cue.

"How about, you undress Rafe now that he really is in the mood for it?" You ask Topper, kissing his shoulder. Topper goes red immediately, clearly embarrassed by how he behaved earlier. You take off all of your clothes except for your panties while Topper undoes Rafe's belt and pulls down his pants and his underwear at the same time.

You order Rafe to sit on the bed, propped up against the headboard while you let your hands travel all over Topper's body. You kiss the nape of his neck, letting your teeth nibble over the skin there. It makes him gasp immediately. "Go and make Rafe feel good, get him hard," you whisper into Topper's ear demandingly and Topper obeys promptly. You follow him onto the bed and begin to kiss down his back as he begins to kiss Rafe's torso. He smells good, a mixture of freshly showered skin, his body wash and his personal smell that you fell in love with a long time ago.

You kiss down his back until you reach his tailbone. You give the skin there a lot of extra love, his tailbone being a not so secret sweet spot of his. At the same time, you pull down his trunks and guide him out of them. He is hard already.

You hear Rafe hiss as Topper takes him into his mouth for the first time tonight. "That's nice," you tell him, your eyes fixed on the expression of pleasure in Rafe's face, as you put lube on your fingers, "Get Rafe hard so that he can fuck you later." Topper moans at your words which in turn makes Rafe moan because of the vibrations around his cock. You love all of this so much. Everything is more fun when it is the three of you.

You watch mesmerized as your first finger enters Topper without a warning. It is so hot, you will never get used to this sight. Topper moans and immediately clenches around your finger, pulling his mouth off of Rafe with a gasp. "Feels good," he murmurs.

You smack him hard on his left buttock. He groans and rocks his hips backwards. "I didn't say you could stop sucking Rafe, did I?" You ask.

"No," he answers, "Sorry." And with that he swallows Rafe down again, almost making Rafe come on the spot.

"Jeez," Rafe swears, "You really mean it tonight." He brushes the still damp hair out of Topper's face and watches him fondly as Topper puts everything he has into this blow job.

"Keep his head right there," you tell Rafe as you start moving your finger. You twist and twirl it until you can feel Topper's knees shaking a little bit and the moans and gasps that come out despite the presence of Rafe's cock in his mouth are nothing but beautiful. You work in a second finger and continue stretching him.

Topper always stretches easily, his hole being used to it. It doesn't take long until three of your fingers fit easily and he is worked up enough.

You move forward on the bed and replace Rafe's hands on Topper's head with yours. "Look at you," you say softly to Topper, "Making Rafe hot all over. Making him sweat. Making him feel good. Like the good sub that you are." Topper moans at your praise and continues to work his mouth and hand over Rafe. You look up at Rafe shortly to see how worked up he is already. He could probably come right then and there if he didn't hold it together. Topper sure knows what your boyfriend likes.

You decide to make it a little harder for the two of them. "Fuck him, Rafe," you command and hold Topper's head steady so that Rafe could thrust his hips upwards. "Keep that mouth wide open, Top. If it gets too much, tab my hand." Rafe watches his dick slide in and out of Topper's mouth with each slow thrust of his hips, eyes wide with arousal.

"That is so hot," Rafe pants out.

"Someone wanted to get used, didn't he?" You ask seductively, "So, let's use him." And you continue to hold Topper steady, watching Rafe buck up his hips, listening to Topper gag every now and then. So hot.

Rafe stops thrusting upwards when he is close. Not wanting to come just yet, he stills his hips, panting heavily and gets up onto his knees. "Lay back," he tells Topper and gives him a little push.

With one swift motion, he has Topper flash on his back and Topper's legs up in the air, propped up against his shoulder. Topper can't do much but gasp, completely out of breath.

"No break for that filthy mouth of yours," you tell him as you lean over his face and kiss him seductively, holding his chin tight to assert control.

He moans obscenely when Rafe pushes three fingers into him. You watch mesmerized as they sink deeper into Topper. The muscles of Rafe's arm twitch which means that he must be working those fingers inside Topper's ass. "My fingers are different from Y/N's, hm?" He teases Topper and you almost get jealous as you suddenly crave having these fingers and their skills inside you.

Rafe then pulls a condom over with dick, lubes it up and pushes the tip of his dick inside Topper.

Topper groans and wiggles a little in discomfort but between the two of you, you manage to keep him still. You continue to kiss him and swallow most of the noises that would otherwise leave his mouth.

"You feel so good," Rafe praises him and continues to push in further.

"Do you hear that?" You whisper against Topper's lips, "You're making Rafe feel good."

"Yeah," Topper replies needily and tilts his hips so that Rafe can enter him more easily. He gasps against your lips when Rafe hits a certain spot deep inside of him.

"Such a good boy," you whisper softly before you continue to kiss him relentlessly, giving him as little time to breathe as possible.

Once Rafe is inside Topper entirely, he waits, giving Topper some time to adjust, breathing deeply as he has trouble keeping his hips still. You stop kissing Topper and straddle his chest, facing Rafe. "Tell Rafe how he is making you feel, Topper," you order, remembering how hot Rafe thought it was when Topper outright told you what he wanted from you tonight.

"So good," Topper pants, "I'm so full."

You reach out and touch Rafe's chest, letting your fingers brush over his torso, down his stomach, all the way to his crotch and back up again. You watch his muscles flex underneath your fingers. "Do you enjoy being full?" You ask and brush your fingers across Topper's cock while watching Rafe's face where his arousal is so openly on display.

"Yeah," Topper whispers as Rafe's fingers replace yours on his dick and Rafe starts to stroke him up and down the lengths of it.

"Do you like being touched like this?" You continue to ask and signal Rafe to start moving.

"Yes," Topper whimpers, "I do, it's the best thing in the world."

You grin at Rafe. "The best thing in the world?" You ask, your tone mocking now.

"Yes," Topper gasps as Rafe's hips pick up speed. "By far."

"Ah, Top," Rafe groans. He is slamming his hips into Topper but you know that it is Topper's words that arouse him so much.

"You enjoy hearing that?" You ask Rafe as you move backwards a little so that Topper can eat you out. He knows exactly what you want from him, bringing his hands to your thighs, his mouth immediately getting to work as soon as your vulva is close enough.

"Yeah," Rafe grunts, "So much."

You smile at him, a loving expression on your face as you bend over to kiss him. 

It is a mixture of moans and gasps in your bedroom for a little while and you just love it. It is so incredibly intimate. Taking the whole scene in, almost makes you come just like that. Topper's tongue is doing the rest. You are so riled up already. 

Rafe is incredibly close ever since he first started fucking Topper's mouth, he is panting against your lips, barely able to respond to your kisses. You make it more difficult for him by using one hand to hold his face close and the other to let your nails trail all over his body, leaving scratch marks behind. 

And Topper is getting fucked just like he likes it best, Rafe steadily fucking into him with hard, deep thrusts, his fist stroking Topper's dick, the rhythm of his fist mirroring that of his hips. He is eating you out well, but he is lucky that the frequent breaks, he has to take in between licking you, only add to your arousal.

“May I come?” Topper asks completely out of breath.

“You can come whenever you want,” you say and scratch his hard nipples with your nails. “But Rafe will keep fucking you until he comes himself, keep that in mind!”

Topper groans and you know that he wants to fight it, keep it in a little longer, but Rafe is playing dirty, pushing all his buttons, so Topper comes not even a minute after asking for permission. His whole body spasms with the force of his orgasm.

You give him a little break from eating you out until he regains control over himself to some extent, but then you decide to take matters into your own hands. You lift your hips higher up so that you can actually see Topper’s face. "Tongue out," you order and reach around to grab his hair, holding him steady as you first slide your pussy over his tongue, back and forth, and then push down onto his tongue, making it enter you as deep as it goes. "So good," you praise him as he gasps for breath. "So, so good." You do the same thing again, sliding your pussy back and forth in a rhythm that feels good, from your clit all the way to the entrance of your vagina. Your hand is tangled into his hair, keeping him there so that you can literally use him just as you wish until your orgasm washes over you.

“Oh thank god,” you hear Rafe whisper and you open your eyes to see him thrust into Topper a couple more times before he comes himself. 

When he comes down from his orgasm, you all collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily. You take a cloth from your nightstand and hand it to Rafe who cleans Topper and himself a little bit. When he is done, Topper snuggles up against Rafe’s chest almost immediately and Rafe lets him, closing his arms around him. 

You scooch a little closer, your fingers tracing patterns on Toppers back and Rafe’s arms.

“Did you wait until I came?” You ask Rafe. He looks at you over Topper’ head. 

“Yeah, I wanted you to come first,” he replies, his voice soft and low, fully sated. 

“That’s hot,” you say, voice impressed. "How are you?" You ask Topper, patting his shoulder so that he knows you’re addressing him. 

"Good," he whispers against Rafe’s chest, "Better, definitely."

You smile up at Rafe.

The three of you lie there for a little while, enjoying each other’s company, cuddling silently, until Rafe asks, "Ready for round two?"

Topper looks at him in surprise. "We wanted to hit the gym tomorrow morning."

“Yeah, but we’re not done with you quite yet,” you tell him and push his shoulder down so that he is lying on his back once more. 

"I'll reward you for every extra rep," Rafe wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. 

That sentence goes immediately to Topper's dick. "Alright, I'm in," he says.

A minute later, Topper finds himself on his back again, with you on top of him this time, riding his dick, while Rafe holds him down.

"I want to come twice before you are allowed to come again," you tell Topper as you fuck yourself on his dick. 

Topper groans, unsure of whether that is realistic, as he could probably come again already.

"Oh, is it too much?" You ask viciously and let your hands trail down his torso, "I could always ignore your dick," you let him slip out and sit down on one of his thighs, "and use one of your thighs instead." You begin to rub your pussy over his thigh, stimulating your clit. 

"No," Topper whines, "Please, I'll be good." 

You slide over his thigh faster. "You sure you can take it?" Your words are addressed at Topper but your gaze is fixed on Rafe who watches you in awe.

"Yes, I'm sure, I promise," Topper nearly shouts in his desperation.

"You better hold that promise," you say and let yourself sink down on his cock again. 

You reach behind, steadying yourself on his thighs as you begin to thoroughly ride him. He feels so good in you and the position hits just the right spots. You shamelessly rub your finger over your clit, stimulating as many nerves as possible, until you explode with an orgasm so intense, it takes you a while to come back to your senses.

When you open your eyes again, you look into two heavily aroused faces. 

You take in one last breath before you bend forwards. "That was the first one," you tell Topper. "It's not gonna get any easier from here. You love some good cockwarming, don’t you?" You tease and Topper's eyes get glassy with tears. 

That doesn’t stop you or makes you go any easier on him. Topper knows his safe words, he will use them if it ever gets too much. 

"You wanted to get used," you say, "Now this is us using you."

You remain sitting on his rock hard cock and tell Rafe to fuck his mouth again.

You are bent forward slightly to be able to hold Topper's face steady and watch for any clues of discomfort. You do it so often that each of you is used to it on the receiving end and practiced and careful at the giving end but you still like to make sure everyone is safe, especially in Topper's position right now, lying on his back with you on top of him. 

Plus, you love watching a throat bulge from a dick.

Rafe comes down Topper's throat raw and dirty and Topper swallows it so eagerly you almost feel bad for letting him wait until you come another time. Unfortunately for him, you never back down on what you say though.

You watch Rafe kissing Topper, probably tasting himself on Topper's tongue. You know how much he loves this.

"You did so well," you hear Rafe whisper praise against Topper's lips and Topper can't do anything but weakly smile at him, completely out of breath.

You brush over Topper's nipples to get his attention. He nearly flinches at the touch.

"Almost done," you say with a smirk. You decide against riding him again as he would probably not be able to make it until you reach another orgasm. 

Instead you lift yourself up a little and turn around so that you are sitting on Topper's lap with your back towards his face. When he slides in you again, he gasps for air so much that you know you made the right decision. Hopefully he will make it until you come again because he's so exhausted already that you really don’t want to punish him on top of that. Would it be fun anyway? Sure. 

You remain sitting on his lap and you spread your legs wide, his cock deep inside of you, as hard as ever.

"Come here," you say to Rafe. You're in desperate need to watch these fingers again. "Make me come," you tell Rafe and he doesn't have to be told twice, massaging your clit in a way that could make you squirt if you wanted. 

You watch his fingers the entire time, and you know by Rafe's smirk that he sees right through you. "My eyes are up here, gorgeous," he whispers and tilts your face up towards his to kiss you. 

"I know," you reply and kiss him back, "Not what I want to look at though." 

Rafe leans closer, probably to force you to look at him so he can watch your face while you come but you take the opportunity to work your mouth over his body. You mouth along his chest, lick his nipples which still overstimulates him a little since his last orgasm was a few minutes ago - but he loves it, so he lets you. Feeling encouraged, you use your teeth and nibble and bite at everything that comes in your way. 

It is when Rafe takes his own mouth to your neck, doing the same, that it is over for you. You come hard, breathing against Rafe’s neck, moaning shamelessly into his ear.

You give Rafe a soft thank you kiss before you finally turn your attention back to Topper for the last time today.

You order him to draw his legs up and hook your arms over them to manage to keep them as still as possible. 

"Finger him," you tell Rafe next and Topper's immediate loud whine is the prettiest noise you get to hear all night.  Once again you watch in awe as Rafe's fingers disappear inside Topper, making Topper pant and shout and tremble.

You kiss Rafe passionately as you grind your hips against Topper's dick and Rafe fingers him like there is no tomorrow. 

It doesn't take long before a hoarse voice behind you croaks, "May I come?"

He may. 

You stop grinding your hips, but simply clench around him while Rafe keeps fingering him and he comes with a cry. 

His cock twitches inside of you and you keep working him, massaging his balls, until he's all soft and sensitive and spent.

You remove Topper's condom for him, the poor guy absolutely boneless. 

The three of you lie intertwined in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets, your breaths gradually returning to a tranquil rhythm. 

You rest your head on Topper's chest, while Rafe nestled against you from behind.

Fingers gently trace patterns on bare skin, expressing affection that words alone can not convey. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a bond that goes far beyond physical intimacy.

Topper is the one to softly break the silence, his voice filled with appreciation, "That was incredible, thank you."

You smile, your heart swelling with love. "I'm glad we've made you feel good."

"That is an understatement," Topper sighs happily.

Rafe kisses the top of your head and says, "I guess he would feel even better after round three."

You start laughing when Topper's head shoots up, looking at him incredulously. Rafe grants him a sly smile.

"Chill, Top," you laugh and pat his sides, "Rafe couldn’t go for another round right now."

Rafe protests immediately although he knows best you are right. He just loves to tease Topper.

"Be nice," you say and pinch his nipple for his trouble, "Or I'll make you go another round."

Rafe fake pouts. "Always so strict."

"Someone has to keep you in line and god knows that someone surely isn’t me," Topper mumbles and pulls you close. You chuckle at his words and drape one leg over his body.

"What are you doing?" Rafe asks, sitting up now two feet away from the two of you, "Cuddling without me?"

"You were being mean," Topper says playfully, "So, no more cuddles for you."

Rafe just scoffs and lays down on Topper's other side, nestling up against him, an arm thrown over the two of you. "I love you two so much," he mumbles against Topper's neck but you hear him just as well. 

"I love you two so much," Topper answers before you can say anything, pulling both of you closer now. "I would lose my mind without you."

"We're so good together," you say against his chest. 

[castieltrash1]

Tatianna, my love! Could you please do a Clint x Reader fic featuring public sex for the kinktober challenge? Our boy deserves to be loved, and in front of everyone lol :) xx

kinktober day 1 → clint barton x f!reader; public sex, deaf!clint, dirty talk, cockwarming, exhibitionism

“No one’s watching, don’t worry,” Clint whispers softly, stubble tickling the shell of your ear in a way that would make you squirm if you weren’t desperately trying to hide the fact you’re cockwarming him in a room of a hundred people; a few whose eyes have lingered on you in a way that makes your skin crawl. The thought of them knowing what’s really happening under your bunched-up skirt and the conveniently placed tabletop masquerading your salacious acts is both exhilarating and terrifying.

For a moment, you consider saying something, telling him it’s too much too fast, that your growing nerves outweigh the pleasure. He’s long since pocketed his hearing aids -- the loud music and overlapping conversations growing irritating -- but you’ve got a few nonverbal cues, and his hand pressed against your torso means he’d feel the vibration of you speaking if you tried. Instead, you bite back a whimper when Clint’s free hand disappears under the hem of your skirt, bypassing your pushed-aside panties to rub against your swollen clit, wet with the arousal that coats the base of his cock.

“Don’t let anyone hear those cute sounds,” Clint commands, pinching you between his thumb and forefinger and chuckling at how you instinctively clench around him. It’s not enough to make either of you cum, but he doesn’t seem put off by that, instead driven to see how far he can push you before you drag him to the nearest abandoned hallway or closet and fuck his brains out.

He holds you closer to his chest, hips rocking into yours, and your head spins when he murmurs “just a little longer.”

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[goddessamelias-posts]

Whatever your KINK, whether you like Pain or Humiliation, Foot Worship, Chastity or if you just like being Teased and to be Controlled, I will explore it with you until you are totally committed to me. I will get right into your head until I control you like a puppet on a string, your Addiction to me will be like a drug….I will be your Boss.

[in-for-a-pennyx]

Kinktober 2022: October 13th

Day 13: Dirty Talk

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2k (Didn't think I had it in me tbh)

Warnings: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl folks), fingering (f receiving), filthy dirty talk, language, swearing, creampie, description of penis.

Content: Spanish usage, translations at the end. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes.

A/n: I'm almost embarrassed to tag them but this lil fic is heavily inspired and influenced by @furious-rogue-stuff's phenomenal life-changing Narcos story Heat (link at the end, thanks dumblr). Please go read it. Having said that, their OC is bilingual and this isn't their Javi and Querida, it's just me trying to exercise the few words I know of Spanish 😅 Also want to mention @iamskyereads and @pennyserenade for their wonderful Javiers and stories that I love and adore. PS. I know this is just pure smut so if you'd like to be removed from tags pls let me know 😇

|| Prompts by @absurdthirst ||

This is only for anyone 18+ years of age, minors - please do not interact. Only proceed if you're over 18 and have read and understood the warnings and rating.

Javier’s lips are on yours the moment you stumble through his apartment door. He’d handed you the keys so his hands could be free to feel you up, squeezing fistfuls of your curves through the soft, satin fabric of your dress. 

“Mmm, I can’t wait for dessert,” Javi murmurs in your ear, pulling away for a moment. 

“Ugh, Javi!”, you swat his chest gently, “you can be so cheesy sometimes”. 

Yes, he can be cheesy sometimes but you love it. His usually hard surface rarely cracks so you always feel lucky whenever he shows his softer side to you. He keeps so many of his feelings bottled up inside, not wanting to burden you despite your appeals to let you in, so you take what you can get. If it's a cheesy line, you’ll eat it up. You’ll give him his dessert. 

“What can I say, hermosa? You drive me crazy”, he drawls, holding you in a tight embrace, nipping at your jaw. “And anyway, you looked good enough to eat tonight. So I’m going to eat you up”. 

Laughter bubbles up in your chest but is cut short with a gasp as you feel Javi’s moustache on your neck. The rough scratch followed by his lips leaves your skin tingling. Your hands find the nape of his neck and you tangle your fingers in his luscious brown locks, pulling him in for another kiss. 

You both walk to the couch still entangled and kissing. Javi sits down when the back of his knees hit the couch and pulls you down on top of him. You sit down on his lap, placing one knee on either side of his thighs, and smile at him warmly. He lays his head on the back of the couch and smiles back at you, open and inviting, placing his hands on top of your thighs. 

"You’re so beautiful," he mutters, staring at you with such sincerity in his coffee-coloured eyes that your heart stumbles for a beat.

Warmth spreads in your chest and you giggle softly, shimmying up his lap a little more before leaning into him and gently kissing his lips. “You’re not so bad yourself, Agent Peña. Eres muy guapo”, you susurrate, stroking his cheek gently, returning his stare with love in yours. 

A blush creeps up his neck, matching the raspberry shirt he’s wearing, and he averts his eyes. Javi is such a walking contradiction - he won’t blink twice entering a dangerous situation. Hell, he’s been living in one for so many years of his life, but show him a little bit of softness, a possibility of genuine affection and he literally doesn’t know where to look. It makes your heart squeeze and you want to envelop him in your arms, keep him safe for a change.

“Javi…” he looks at you and you kiss him again, leaning harder into him to deepen your kiss. Your breasts are flush against his hard chest and he can feel your nipples pebbling through your thin satin dress. The friction is exquisite against your lace-clad nipples and you let out a soft moan. Javi doesn’t miss the opportunity and sweeps his tongue deeper into your mouth, engulfing you in him. 

Javi’s hands move up from your thighs to your breasts, squeezing them possessively. With a jolt of electricity through your body, your head flies back, breaking the kiss. Between each careful squeeze, his thumb and forefinger clamp together to pinch and twist your nipple through the layers of fabric. He leaves open-mouthed kisses down your neck and you can’t help but squirm in his lap, letting out needy huffs of breath. Heat starts pooling low in your belly and you can feel yourself getting wet. 

Your hands find their way to Javi’s shoulders, squeezing them and then moving to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning each slowly. They’re happy to let their burden go, revealing the golden expanse of his chest as you push the shirt off his broad shoulders. Javi’s not far behind, he slides the straps of your dress and bra off your shoulders in one go, exposing your luscious breasts to his hungry mouth. He takes a hardened nipple his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, licking it gently, sucking it softly. 

You whimper his name and start grinding against his hardening cock, seeking friction to relieve the throbbing in your cunt. 

“I missed you. I missed you so much, Javi. ¿Tu sabes? I hate it when you’re away” you mewl against the side of his head. 

He moves to your other breast, giving it the same attention. You tangle your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and he moans, the vibration going straight to your cunt. Sparks of pleasure burrow deep into your bones and set your body on fire. You vaguely remember holding Javi’s hand and sliding it under your dress, placing it on the soaking wet lace of your underwear. Even this light touch makes you shudder and opens the floodgates to your inner thoughts.

“¿Lo sientes? That’s all because of you, for you. Only you can get me so worked up. I think about you all the time, mi amor.”

Javi growls in response, leaving bruising kisses in the valley of your breasts. His fingers part the swollen folds of your wet pussy and find your swollen clit, putting gentle pressure on it, stroking, circling. You draw in a sharp breath, the feeling overwhelming. 

“When I’m at work and I see you strut by, when you wear that goddamn tac vest and walk around like you own the place, ordering everybody around,” his fingers make their way down to your opening, sliding in two of his fingers easily, “ahh, fuck, it makes me want to bend over your desk so you can fuck me senseless and show everybody I’m yours.” 

Another thrust of his fingers, sweat sliding down your back, “It makes me want to get on my knees under your desk and make you cum in my mouth.”

Javi pulls you tighter against his chest and you start rocking harder on his fingers, chasing that exquisite feeling only he can ignite deep inside your cunt.

“Dime Javi, d-do you think about me too? Do you think about me when you wake up hard in the morning? Ahh, wh- when you’re by your lonesome at the barracks in Medellín? Do you think about me – oh fuck Javi don’t stop – when you fuck your fist and cum over your fingers?” 

“I think about sucking your fingers clean. I think about your fingers deep inside me when I fuck myself with my fingers when you’re away. It’s never enough. I dream about your cock when you’re away. I miss your taste and how your cock sits so hot and heavy in my mouth. How it’s almost too big for me to take.”

Panting and moaning, you grind your hips harder against his, instinct driving you to chase his fingers harder, harder, deeper.

“Do you miss my mouth, Javi? I miss your mouth. I love you fucking me so much. Fuck me, Javi. I want to feel your cock inside me when I’m at work tomorrow, sitting in a stupid meeting.”

With one final sweep of his thumb on your clit and one more pump of his fingers, your walls flutter and contract, and you cum, you cum hard, making a mess on Javi’s fingers. 

Your body shakes and you’re lost in a haze of pure pleasure. You shift and twist, trying to escape the heights of pleasure when it becomes too much. Uncontrollable flashes of sensation zing through your nerves in all directions. You hear yourself squeak as he shifts you onto the couch, brushing accidentally against one sensitive location or another. 

“Fuck, hermosa. Look at you. Take off your clothes. Let me see you, please. I need to see you” he almost begs, his pupils blown almost black.

You slide your dress off and unhook your bra with shaky fingers, sliding your underwear off at the same time as Javi takes his jeans off. Your cunt clenches around nothing at the sight of his thick, hard cock, standing proudly against his tummy, precum seeping from the flushed tip. As much as you would like to have him in your mouth, you want him enveloped inside you even more. 

You straddle Javi again, this time your back to his chest, the back of your thighs against the top of his, your legs spread wide. You stretch your arm around the back of his neck, holding on to his shoulder for leverage. 

He lines himself up against you and you slide down on his rigid cock slowly. The stretch is delicious, fuck, you’ve missed this, missed being full of him, stuffed to the brim with him. You scream out his name, unable to hold in the overwhelming feeling anymore. 

You both stay like that for a few moments, catching your breaths and getting used to the feel of each other. Javi gives you a soft peck on your cheek and starts lifting your hips. He starts thrusting up in you and you bear down on him, each movement more intense than the last. The familiar coil starts tensing in your abdomen again and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so completely drunk on Javi and his words: 

“Fucking hell, yes, I miss you when I’m away. That’s it, keep going.” He bounces you up and down when you start to feel your muscles burn and you lean on him to keep you up. 

“I love how easily I slide in after you’ve cum on my tongue and my fingers. Fuck, your mouth is so perfect too. Sometimes I can’t decide whether I want to fuck your filthy mouth or your gorgeous pussy. Look at it, your pussy was meant for me.”

“I miss this gorgeous cunt when I’m away. I think about how hot and wet and welcoming it always is. You like this don’t you? You’re doing so well, hermosa. Just a little more.” 

You’re breathless, panting, eyes shut and stars bursting behind your eyelids with each thrust. 

“No baby, look at me. Look at me.” He holds your chin and moves your face towards him. “Look at me when I fuck you.” You open your eyes reluctantly, fighting the spell of pleasure taking over you. His eyes are blown wide with list and adoration for you, brows pinched in effort. “So fucking beautiful” he mutters and kisses you deeply, loving the look of ecstasy on your face. 

It's too much, all at the same time, everywhere all at once and you come with a strangled shout, Javi’s name caught in your throat. Your pussy flutters around him and the tightness makes his hips stutter.  

“Cum for Javi, fill me up. I want to feel you inside me when you won’t be here tomorrow”. Your nails dig into his shoulders and that’s all he needs to meet his own climax, filling you up with his spend. You both collapse backward, you still on top of him, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Your commingled essences drip out of you and onto his lap but neither of you cares, too caught up in just feeling each other and catching your breaths. 

In a few moments, you’ll have to get up when your leg starts cramping or he’ll need a cigarette, and then you’ll both shower. You’ll have a drink and both go to bed together, safe in each other's embrace. 

He has to leave again tomorrow, but tonight, tonight, you’ll hold back the morning light a little while longer, cherish the night a little bit longer.

END

Translation:

hermosa - gorgeous

Eres muy guapo - You're so handsome

¿Tu sabes? - Do you know? / you know?

¿Lo sientes? - Feel that?

mi amor - my love

Dime Javi - Tell me, Javi

Heat by @/furious-rogue-stuff

[prettyboybuckley]

i am sincerely so sorry for all my normal ao3 subscribers, especially the new ones, who do not (yet) know the absolute filth that sometimes comes forth from my mind. like, it's by far not the worst but it's definitely top 10, maybe even top 5

[softcitrus2345]

WE'VE GOT A BARLEYROSE DOUBLE FEATURE TODAY, LADS!! >:DDD

14. Painting - Ambrose is actually a writer, not a painter, but wanted to try a hand at some figure painting for no reason in particular.. ;3c Barley's a very handsome guy and he knows it, I loved drawing his smug little expression XP

15. Werewolf/Sweater Weather - I combined both prompts for this day since they fit into the drawing I had in mind! Barley and Ambrose sleeping under the falling leaves on a full moon Before he transforms, he lets Ambrose wear his sweater, which is just a bit oversized, to keep him warm through the night. Barley still kept his scarf, even if he didn't really need it with all his extra insulation and fur~

I wish I was Ambrose here, he's basically sleeping on a giant heated pillow and wrapped in his boyfriend's cozy sweater, if that isn't peak coziness and safety, I don't know what is 😭💖💖💖

These two prompts were just meant for them, I love these two dorks so MUCH

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Kinktober, day 13 Stepping, Lucifer (stepping, slight cb/t and breath play)

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The new boots you had gotten as part of your costume gad finally come in! To your amusement Lucifer seemed more excited then you. The outfit was skin tight, the boots were buckled and shiny, having steel toes on it to give you less of a chance to hurt your feet if you dropped anything. (And to help if you wanted to use more force)

“Can you show me how they look while on you?” Lucifer asked, already kneeling in front of you to help you get into them. He paused and looked up to you with a glint in his eyes. “Maybe…try the entire outfit on too?”

You shrugged but ended up letting him help you put on the outfit, to his credit, you did need help with the zippers on the back. Once you had everything in place you sat back down to put the boots on, but Lucifer was quick to help and got your shoes off before you could reach for them.

He was fast to put your boots on, letting your foot rest on his thigh as he buckled it, testing the tightness with you before moving to the next boot. He holds your foot their for a second before releasing your foot, to which you instantly move your foot to be on his shoulder. You stepped forward, surprising him as you push him onto his back.

“(M/c)? What are you doing?” He asked with slight amusement in his tone. “Oh, are you getting in character?” You nod. “My apologies I don’t have a costume on, I cant get in character-“

“You don’t need a costume, just be yourself.”

With that you move your foot to his stomach, stepping on him with your whole weight. “A-ah, I see…” He had a light blush on his face. “I’ll try not to disappoint you-“

He wheezed when you stepped back, your weight on his chest now, resting on his rips. With a little hop you had him winded. “Oh, I’m surprised that knocked the wind out of you.” You ease your weight so he can catch his breath. “I thought demons were strong…”

He panted and a few seconds later, he was able to speak. “I-you aren’t exactly light-“ He stopped and tried to correct himself but you responded in kind, stepping backwards onto the seat of his pants. “Ah!” His voice cracked as his entire body jolted in response. “T-that’s not a good s-spot!”

You hum in acknowledgment but don’t move away. “I don’t care, you just called me heavy, didn’t you?” You roll your eyes and ease a bit of your weight off his dick, noticing it throb under your foot. “Oh, you’re excited?”

He groans and doesn’t respond instead just shakes his head with a whimper.

[optiwashere]

I don't know what I was on when I wrote some of these fics for Kinktober. I went from "3,000 words at max" to just doing whatever I wanted. American portion sizes and all that, I guess.

Anyways, here's some role reversal for my lovely ladies.

Written for Kinktober Day 24: Toys (Strap-ons)

Rating: E for Eh, she's got the Spirit if not the Stamina

Category: F/F

Ship: Shadowheart/Trans Fem Tav

Tags and Summary under the break.

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Shameless Smut, Trans Female Character, Half-Orc Tav, Role Reversal, Strap-Ons, Pegging, Anal Sex, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting

Summary:

When Asheera has too much on her mind, too much on her shoulders, it inspires Shadowheart to help her let go for a night.

[castieltrash1]

riding arthur shelby’s face for kinktober? pls and thanks bae <3

kinktober day 3 → arthur shelby x f!reader; face-sitting, oral, dirty talk, mentions of arthur’s addictions

“Feels good, lovey?” The question comes muffled between your thighs, Arthur’s mustache tickling your skin with each word. Your hips twitch instinctively, desperate to feel his tongue against your cunt like it was just moments ago, but he only tightens his grip, holding you still. “Tell me,” he urges, voice husky with his thick accent.

You scoff, hoping the neediness you feel isn’t obvious in the way your body shakes. “Fuck off,” you say back, but the whimper in your tone doesn’t go unnoticed, and Arthur’s grin widens when you run your fingers through his hair and tug, to no avail. “Please?”

It hurts him almost as much as it hurts you - to be a tease and deny what you both want. Arthur had always been eager to taste you, ready to fall to his knees and pocket your panties at the drop of a dime; but recently, the desire had grown, turning into something deeper, darker. Instead of a smoke, he’d put you in his mouth. Instead of a fight, he’d make you cum. Instead of drowning his sorrows in whiskey, he’d savor your arousal coating his throat with the same bitter tang.

The only thing he’s addicted to now is you.

Arthur glances up at you mischievously and you can tell he’s still smiling by the way his eyes squint under his bushy brows. His breath is warm against your clit when he exhales softly, waiting, and you finally snap.

“Feels amazing,” you admit, with a flush, and then his tongue is back on you.

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