#tea's kinktober '23

[aceyalonso]

sera's kinktober masterlist 2024

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝

how? send an ask, pairing a driver with the available day! ↳ example: "hi! can I request [driver] + [day #___]?"

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

✮ AHHH!! my first kinktober ever, so please don't be too harsh :,) ✮ please note that some of these works/chapters contain content and kinks that might not be your cup of tea, please do not click on something that you're not comfortable with ✮ i will only write a maximum of 4 fics for each driver (so that there won't be too many of each driver) ✮ this list will be a mix of full fics and drabbles. ✮ some of the days here already have drivers assigned, but rest assured majority of these are up for grabs!

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

what days are available? ↳ i will remove the days that have already been taken. ✮ day 3 - biting (requested by anon) ✮ day 9 - lap dance (requested by anon) ✮ day 11 - temperature play (requested by anon) ✮ day 12 - mutual masturbation (requested by anon) ✮ day 13 - deepthroating (requested by anon) ✮ day 15 - begging (requested by anon) ✮ day 17 - dacryphilia (requested by anon) ✮ day 19 - bondage (requested by anon) ✮ day 20 - ass worship (requested by @cleopatrick-123) ✮ day 21 - breeding (requested by anon) ✮ day 22 - orgasm denial (requested by anon) ✮ day 23 - overstimulation (requested by @nandolonso) ✮ day 24 - voyeurism (requested by anon) ✮ day 25 - nipple play (requested by @bad268) ✮ day 26 - wax play (requested by anon) ✮ day 28 - public sex (requested by @menagerofmischief) ✮ day 29 - hair pulling (requested by @nepobbylver)

day 1 (october 1st) - humiliation kink with sebastian vettel | "don't cover your mouth, let them hear it liebling."

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 2 (october 2nd) - threesome with lando norris & oscar piastri | "look osc, she's taking it so well"

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 3 (october 3rd) - biting with oscar piastri | “jesus fuck, are you are a vampire or something?”

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 4 (october 4th) - overstimulation with lando norris | "be a good girl f'me, i know you can take another round"

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 5 (october 5th) - jealous sex with oscar piastri | "i don't have to be inside you to make you feel good."

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 6 (october 6th) - daddy kink with jenson button | "spread your legs for daddy, i wanna see you"

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 7 (october 7th) - hate fucking with lance stroll | "you think you’re better than me? let’s see how much you can take.”

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 8 (october 8th) - sensory deprivation with fernando alonso | "don’t argue mi princesa, just put the blindfold on.”

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 9 (october 9th) - lap dance with daniel ricciardo | “fuck, keep moving like that and i’ll bend you over the bar.”

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 10 (october 10th) - mirror sex with george russell | "look at yourself, so gorgeous."

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 11 (october 11th) - temperature play with kimi raikkonen | “didn’t i tell you to stay still?”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 12 (october 12th) - mutual masturbation with charles leclerc | "show me how you like it, i want to see you squirm."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 13 (october 13th) - deepthroat with max verstappen | “you look so pathetic like this.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 14 (october 14th) - tattoos with lewis hamilton | "i didn't know you got a spine tattoo."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 15 (october 15th) - begging with charles leclerc | "you look so adorable like this, begging for me."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 16 (october 16th) - lingerie with carlos sainz | "turn around, hermosa. i want to see the back."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 17 (october 17th) - dacryphilia with ollie bearman | “you’re so pretty with tears in your eyes.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 18 (october 18th) - spanking with charles leclerc | "feel that? that's for flirting with fucking team mate."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 19 (october 19th) - bondage with lewis hamilton | "look at you, all helpless and desperate."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 20 (october 20th) - ass worship with logan sargeant | “babe, just sit on my face oh my god.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 21 (october 21st) - breeding with logan sargeant | "i'm going to fill you up so well baby"

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 22 (october 22nd) - orgasm denial with sebastian vettel | “you won’t be cumming, not unless i tell you to.”

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 23 (october 23rd) - edging with fernando alonso | "you can't handle this, can you?"

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 24 (october 24th) - voyeurism with oscar piastri | “don’t let my presence stop you, keep going.”

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 25 (october 25th) - nipple play with ollie bearman | “what’s that poking through your shirt?”

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 26 (october 26th) - wax play with charles leclerc | "close your eyes and me take control, mon cheri. i'll decide where the wax goes."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 27 (october 27th) - size difference with ollie bearman | "i want you to feel every vein and every inch of my cock."

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 28 (october 28th) - public sex with oscar piastri | “are you crazy? what if we get caught?”

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 29 (october 29th) - hair pulling with carlos sainz | "you like that don't you?"

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 30 (october 30th) - food play with lewis hamilton | "you taste so fucking sweet baby."

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 31 (october 31st) - oral fixation with daniel ricciardo | "suck on it, show me how much you want it."

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[seraphdreams]

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE." | GHOSTFACE!ARMIN ARLERT.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 4.6k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. fem!reader, smut, modern au, mentions of murder / death / blood, fingering, armin’s a creep, symbolism, noncon/dubcon, insanity, manipulation, monomania, creampie, knives, stalking. mdni <3.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. armin’s worked hard to build up his perfect life, and he certainly wasn’t expecting for someone to rip that from under him. he’s obsessed — with a life that isn’t his.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! we are sooo back n in full swing for kinktober this year !! i’ll drop my masterlist here for all the prettie dolls to check out … please show this some love by reblogging / sharing, it’ll mean the absolute world 2 me !! kk, luv ya, bye ♡

Armin Arlert. Age 23. Graduated from Shiganshina University.

Armin Arlert, starting his new life under a freshly installed roof that rivaled his dorm of the past four years and provided him with much needed privacy. Armin Arlert, with a degree in humanitarian affairs accompanied with a promising future ahead, it’s the life he deserved after the turbulent destruction that was his tragic past. He could start over now in high hopes of making a name for himself in this unfamiliar city. Nothing could stop him, or the unperturbed spout of elation percolating within.

Aside from optimism, though, he remained undoubtedly sure that the life he had curated for himself was one that no other could outclass. He was smart — spent his days in libraries, in his study room, reading about anything that satiated his appetite for enlightenment, and be that as it may, he wasn’t looking for a lover. His solace brought him far better pleasure than any person could possibly imagine.

He’d work, research, and then work some more, day in and day out. And the day of your meeting was no different.

He had decided to utilize the time he carved out of his restless schedule for a much needed re-read of his favorite book. Moments like these were significant to Armin; the pungent aroma of freshly brewed tea in his mug, luminescence dim in the apartment, and a faint timbre of violins that spilled from his speaker.

Moments like these were when he couldn’t keep track of how many hours had passed him by as he flipped page by page into whatever universe his books had drawn him into.

Rested against the kitchen counter with his novel in one hand and retrieving a sip from his beverage in the other, his eyes scanned the piece of literature. Every once and awhile, he’d shift his weight from his left hip to the right, or opt to sit on the cozy loveseat in his study. All without withdrawing his attention from his book.

Glasses low on the bridge of his nose, he gently pushed them up — Then it came. The sonority of his doorbell, jostling him out of his serene thoughts and the inquisitiveness that flowed through his veins soon after, urged his body to tread to the front door in search of the cause.

As his footfall led him closer to the handle of the door, he could make out a silhouette, seemingly of a woman. All inquisitions of who could be at his doorstep were fulfilled once he opened it and you stood, with a bright smile on your face.

Armin’s angelic features hidden underneath a veil of golden blond tresses accentuated his soft, azure-hued eyes. His face was one of few that aided you in comfort just upon first glance, which chased away the unease of the possibility that he could’ve been ill-tempered.

“Hi, I’m Y/N! I moved in next door,” You pointed your thumb in the direction beside you as if to signal which side of the building you’d be occupying. “I just thought I'd introduce myself,”

He matched your syrupy sweet beam with one of his own, the corners of his eyes turning upward in tandem as if they were smiling too. He held the door open slightly wider to catch a better glimpse of you. From your attire, he could discern that you weren’t much of a modest girl, but it’d be wrong of him to idly make assumptions. Especially when his choice of dress during the lax hours of the day were a white button-up, cashmere cardigan thrown atop, with a pair of tan slacks.

“Y/N?” He repeated, in a manner to affirm that he had heard correctly. “I’m Armin. It’s nice to meet you,”

He would’ve held his hand out for yours had it not been engaged by his book. You weren’t trying to pry, yet the cover of the story was lucid in your mind once you took notice. “Berenice? The Edgar Allan Poe novel?”

His eyes trailed to where your manicured nail was pointed. The rosy flush of his cheeks deepened while he rubbed away the discomfiture stirring at the back of his neck. Once again, he had mindlessly brought his book with him wherever he strode.

“Y-Yeah, It’s my favorite. Have you read it?”

“A few times,” You hummed, meeting his sheepish gaze. “It’s so jarring, right?”

Armin skimmed over your face before allowing himself to speak. “But there’s beauty in the madness,” His words trolled over in a more weighty tone than he had intended, an apologetic smile on his face once he caught wind.

“Or at least that’s how i interpret it,”

His outward timidity roused an endearing chuckle from you. “I truly don’t mean to bother you, though. If you need anything I'm on your right!” You retort with a vague inclination of haste.

Truth be told, Armin’s interest in you piqued with the mention of the Poe story. “Oh, you’re not a bother-”

His vocables fell short against your own when you waved him goodbye, and he mirrored your actions with cordiality in his eyes.

Maybe she’s just busy.

—

Ever since Armin’s first encounter with you, he had found himself taking a rather atypical interest in the relations of you. The first bout of instances being regular events of curiosity where he’d watch as the moving company aided you in getting your belongings settled; hauling in furniture and appliances, all while Armin remained under the guise of checking his mailbox. Over a short span of time, though, he found himself increasingly knowledgeable in the subject that was you.

You showered at 8:00pm. You ate dinner at 7:00pm. The alarm settled on your desk, a few feet beyond your bed would go off at 6:00am sharp, and he’d be up at that same dawning hour to anticipate your departure to work.

He knew these things. Of course, he did.

He memorized all of your schedules to calculate what you’d be doing throughout the day, and where.

His own work was slow for him during those days, and books didn’t seem to capture that spark of exhilaration like you did. For once, he felt enthralled by each day granting him an opportunity to analyze you further.

On another day, he’d built up enough confidence to observe you as you came home from work, once more, under the false assumption that he’d been checking his mail.

“Good afternoon.”

Armin’s voice registered within your being quickly, startling you out of your fast-paced strut to your door. “Oh, good afternoon!” Your footfall faltered until you reached a close. “Armin, was it?”

Over Armin’s time of stalking- no, studying you, he’d come to realize just how ethereal you were. It was as if the deities above handmade every feature on your face, curve of your body, lilt in your voice with the intention of making you one of their own — an angel.

He found you charming.

With a nod of his head, he braced himself to inch toward you. Not proximal enough to cause you discomfort, he wouldn’t want that, yet enough to signal his unwavering immersion. “Did you just come from work?”

It was otiose of him to ask the question seeing as he undeniably knew the answer. Judging from your business attire and pencil skirt just a little too short for any other establishment’s dress standards, he had assumed you worked a kushy job at an office firm. You evidently earned a heap of money, with him recalling the numerous occasions you’d come home with luxury shopping bags hanging off your arms, tied in with the fact that the suites he inhabited weren't exactly affordable for the average person.

You responded hospitably to his question, that same lovely smile poured over your features and seeping into his personage. “Mhm, and what about you? Your work?”

He was surprised at your need to pull the conversation along further, it was as if you were succoring to curate his plans, as if you could read his mind and pick out from a haystack that you were his only interest, you were his source of bliss. A serendipitous moment, indeed. He straightened himself up, clearing his throat. “Me? Oh, well I just help out at charities and organizations from time to time,”

He’d be a fool to deny the set of wide eyes that were fixated upon his figure.

“For real? You must be a really good person then.” You responded with your hands clasped together and held against your chest, pupils of your eyes glittered in a sense of unshakable admiration.

As the conversation went on, you had begun to synonimize your neighbor with the fresh, and comforting feeling of congeniality. It helped that he was easy to converse with, seeming as he’d always been listening while keeping eye contact and rewiring his queries in a way that deemed you the main focus, and he, a vessel for your words to absorb within.

For Armin, he enjoyed getting to know you. You were perfect, in all the best ways.

And soon enough, through an exhausting series of prying inquiries, he’d piece together that your perfection wasn’t hulled along by determination or strong will, but by God’s good grace. He’d come to register that you didn’t have to struggle like he did to reach the triumphant point in life for which he stood. You were born that way, born with a silver spoon in your mouth and just the right kiss-ass people in your life to keep you that way. A spoiled fucking brat.

What had been the rationale behind his suffering? The years in which he’d been bullied repeatedly in public schools, had acquaintances that had only cared about him for their personal gain, and parents so utterly vapid that they’d give up their only child if it meant they could continue working towards an unattainable goal?

Fueled by a sense of jealousy, he waned your nepotism a hindrance. You were merely a telescope that he wanted so badly to see into.

For Armin was obsessed with a life that wasn’t his.

Meticulously, he had spent his time after that hidden away within his flat. Armin didn’t care to know anything more about you, he didn’t care to see your face, and he surely didn’t care for you.

When he stumbled across an unkempt, unpacked box in his room with the label of “Uni 2019,” written on the side in thick, inky letters, his concern led him to relive those memories upon removing the cardboard lid.

In it, there were polaroid photos, compact trophies he’d won from participating in school events, courtesy of his STEM minor, and a dark piece of fabric that caught his eye more than anything.

He recalled his first year of college where his two closest friends, Eren and Mikasa, dragged him out of their stuffy shared dorm and onto one of the first parties held by the school’s fraternity house during the fall semester.

“Armin, you look ridiculous,”

Mikasa said as she stomped away in her leather boots, leading the way for the two men accompanying her to follow her off-campus.

She was dressed in homage to Misa Amane from her favorite anime, although the style of dress aided no significance since it was hauntingly similar to her everyday wardrobe.

Eren was intended to show up as “Light” but he insisted on wearing something he deemed appealing, his plan was to get initiated by the end of the night, anyhow. He wore a deep black cloak, dark ripped jeans and had his hair tied aimlessly into his warped perception of a bun, with the mask of a ghost facing sideways on his head to allow for him to see.

Ghostface. Scream (1996).

Armin allowed himself to be pulled away by the Ackerman, his rebuttal falling on deaf ears. “You didn’t give me enough time, Mika. This is all I could come up with.” Armin’s poor excuse for a costume was tissue paper wrapped around his frame in stereotypical mummy fashion, a classic of all classics.

Though, that night had concluded like any other gathering involving college-aged students, the trio having woken up to hangovers and bad decisions.

Armin stared at the contents of the box a while longer before taking the cloak out and trying it on for size. Obviously, it was meant for a taller person, but regardless, the wheels in his head gradually spun.

He took it off after careful observation when the sensation of juvenility filled his veins. He wasn’t fond of the costume rousing the impression that he was an illegitimate killer — He knew more than he let on, and his passion for the grotesqueries scribed in his books further proved that.

Concurrently, you had been pondering the reason for Armin’s disappearance. After your last conversation with him, he’d stopped formulating ways to talk to you and seemed to never leave his suite, and your heart yearned for his presence once the feeling truly settled in.

You had been swayed by his charm.

His dulcet tone of voice, the intriguing quirks that seemed to hang off of him like leaves to a tree; You missed the way he cared for you, through mundane matters and the like.

Night had fallen, the warm, ochre hues of the day meshing in perfect balance with deep purple tones that signified time’s passing. You were settling into bed, just about ready to fall into slumber when you heard light tapping at your door.

Only for a second did the thought of who could possibly be up this late float through your mind.

Your soles kissed the floor when you made your way to the front door. And once you finally opened it, the sight of your worst fear was drawn to life — The deviant sight of the unknown, with what seemed to look like a kitchen knife in its right hand.

Quickly, without time to react, you attempted to slam the door shut with the force of your shoulder but the action proved futile when the aggressor’s strength pushed back against the wood, sending you stumbling backwards and vulnerable to any attack.

Heavy footsteps creeped eerily towards you out of something from a horror film. Your worst mistake was turning your back, scrambling for a way to retrieve your phone, or even a weapon.

“Help! He-”

The stranger was more agile than you had assumed, easily capturing you with one arm around your waist and its hand cupped against your mouth. You couldn’t shake the terror growing within you as hot tears seemed to spill down your cheeks and your heartbeat so intense, you were sure that it’d had been noticeable.

Your body soft in the assaulter’s touch, they embraced your body taut. The sensation was suffocating, your eyes squeezed shut to further distance yourself from the situation at hand, even if it was only a mental trick.

You resided in a relatively safe area, so why were you in this situation? What cruel joke were you the target of?

The grip on your body loosened ever so slightly, yet you were still fixed in place by the attacker’s opposite hand. While your body was immobilized, you felt the lingering of metal lightly drag against your abdomen to find itself settled just underneath the band of your lace pajamas.

Just moments prior, you had completed your elaborate nightly routine consisting of a glass of wine, face mask, and a warm bath. You also found it fitting to change into one of your newer pajama sets — Thin, baby pink, lace bralette with matching shorts that called for forgoing the need for panties.

All you wanted was to wake up from this nightmare.

“It’d be so beautiful if you died right here in my arms,” Your assailant spoke.

Through your ears, his voice was familiar. A tone so soft, you refused to believe the possibility of who it’s owner could be.

His hand over your mouth was hesitant to situate itself elsewhere in wariness of how you’d react. He was aware of the power behind a blood-curdling scream. The neighbors in this area were nosy. He would know.

He let out a sigh. “But you look really pretty tonight. I wouldn’t want to get blood on you,” His knife trailed further into your shorts, the edge cutting out a hole in the fabric at the seat of the garment.

“Did you do all this for me?”

You winced when the sonority of cloth ripping resonated through your ears. The blade felt dangerously close, running along your body as if to taunt you. That had to be the case; You were in the perfect position to be harmed, so why hadn’t your attacker done so? With your body stricken from fear, his job was easy. Was it not?

The hand over your mouth moved to caress your face and you gasped heavily for the air you were denied.

“W-What do you want?” Your voice echoed shakily throughout the room, barely audible enough for the two of you to hear. His knife inched upward to your sternum, and slowly dragged itself back down to your abdomen as he spoke.

“To see what your insides look like.”

For a split second, his hold on you seemed to diminish, granting you the perfect opportunity to run. Yet, your legs felt frail as if there were weights tied to your ankles. The assailant quickly repositioned himself in front of you, his head tilting slightly while he continued his up and down ministrations with the edge of the blade gingerly pressed against your flesh. Not forceful enough to draw blood.

“But maybe now, I want to feel your insides,” His steps crept closer, and instinctively you tried to create as much distance as possible by stepping back. It proved useless when your back hit the cold surface of the door, his face mere centimeters from yours.

Your breath hitched as you found comfort in the presence of the door, leaning against it as if it’d keep you from harm’s reach. You fidgeted, fumbling to grasp at the handle that’d grant you escape. The masked man took notice, hovering over your frame to keep you from trying anything.

“Please- -” Your plea fell in the form of a choked up whimper, just the sound he wanted to hear.

More uncomfortable ripping was sounded when his blade etched a perfect cut in your shorts, leaving your bare cunt out on display for his eyes to see. “Don’t be shy, pretty. I’m sure lots of guys have seen you like this. Am I right?”

Crudeness started to sink in as your face morphed into a contradictory pout. He took your expression for a no and chuckled genuinely, albeit louder than his previous tone. “No? Does this make me the first?” His eyes scanned your lower half once more, then flit back to meet your fear-blown orbs.

“I’d really love to be your first,”

Having grown confident enough to be sure that you wouldn’t try to break free, he dropped the knife to the side, metal clamorously clinking against hardwood flooring while he used his free hand to lift your right leg over the juncture of his elbow. He carefully slotted his middle and ring fingers into your hole, shallowly pumping. Your legs threatened to close with what you couldn’t make of embarrassment or denial.

Your mind felt cloudy once your body gave up its immobility and allowed pleasure to course through your veins, heat rushing to your core with every pump of his fingers. He took notice of the way your expression hastily contorted into one of pure pleasure, eyebrows knit together and your mouth slightly agape, eliciting quiet moans to tumble past.

It was a whorish sight, indeed. A circumstance you couldn’t control with your death at the forefront, yet it was terrifyingly easy to succumb to the euphoric sensation building up within you. The pad of his thumb found its way to your aching clit, and from just the light circling motions in tandem with his fingers, you felt yourself floating to the cusp of release.

“F-Fuck- -“ you rasped. Your hand reached out for his wrist to push him away but the attempt was futile and in turn, he sped up his ministrations.

“Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth. You’re making me lose interest.” He coyly teased.

He was thankful you couldn’t see how flushed his face appeared under the mask. The sight of you spread open for him was too much to bear, he could cum in that moment without ever feeling your gummy walls wrapped around his painstakingly hard cock.

Just before you were about to hit your orgasm, he pulled his fingers away. An agitated groan rumbled from your throat, eyes finally opening to the sight of the man before you, removing his mask and unveiling his true identity.

Something within you didn’t want to admit what you had seen.

From the golden strands of hair that shimmered against the moonlight to his cyan-hued orbs tinted dark with madness. It was Armin, but it wasn’t Armin.

“M-Min.. You —“ The words failed to leave your mouth in a coherent string of sentences. It couldn’t have been your neighbor, not Armin. He was far too delicate, too feeble to carry out a task like this.

He kept unwavering eye contact with you, your pupils shaking from shock. “Hm? Couldn’t see a thing with this mask on,” His response was that of nonchalance, his hand coming to caress your tear-stained cheeks.

“You’re much prettier behind the mesh.”

He pulled down the zipper of his slacks along with the garment itself and his briefs, just enough so that his cock was freed. You didn’t want to look, but you did. You notice how bulbous the head was, glowing a bright pink while the rest of it was pretty girthy as well. It bobbed under its weight, the strings of precum leaking onto your inner thighs as he lined it up with your entrance.

“Why would y—“

Just before you could get the vocables out, he pushed his entire length inside of you, head tilted back and adam’s apple bouncing with each groan he let out. You felt as though you were being split open by how fat his cock was, how it glided effortlessly in and out of your heat.

His pace was tauntingly slow as if he’d shoot his load prematurely. Once he gradually thrusted more vigorously though, you found it hard to keep whimpers at bay. Each push in felt deeper than the last, the wind within your system struggling to keep you afloat. You reached for something to hold onto, scrambling for Armin’s shoulders in the end. Your nails dug deep at the lean muscles of his back, creating raw, catlike scratches on the flesh.

The pain was enough to make him smile. Or maybe it wasn’t the pain, but the sight of you so desperate for him — So desperate for your killer.

How pathetic.

He leaned himself upward to meet your gaze again, that of something from a horror movie, his gaze was darker than before, strung together by a serious expression. “Kiss me.”

You almost didn’t hear him as your impending orgasm was your only focus. When you took too long to respond, he glanced back at the knife settled just underneath his foot, in a manner to remind you of the real dangers he was capable of.

With the slightest inclination of hesitancy, your lips met his. Contrary to his actions, his kisses were soft, sloppy, and hungry, as if he were craving you. He hooked his arms beneath your knees to hoist you up and against him.

Deeper. You whimpered into his kisses wondering how his cock fucked into you deeper. He slammed your body down onto his length, using your body like it was a toy. You pulled away from the kiss, heaving for air as your head fell upon his shoulder. “Gonna cum, ‘m so close!” Your words slurred, and before you knew it, your essence came in waves, each aftershock more jolting than the last.

He continued pounding into you, shifting his position to hold you up against the wall. Your pleasure reverberated in the form of an inaudible cry while you allowed for the bullying of his cock in your cunt. It was evident to you that he was close from the way his features were etched in pure ecstasy.

Armin looked pretty like that — Wisps of tawny bangs messily splayed across his forehead from perspiration and a light tinge of scarlet dusted across his nose and cheeks, up to the tips of his ears. His soft, rosy lips were slickened with the mixture of your wet kiss and his.

“Oh, God-”

The guttural groan he let out had your walls clamping down taut around him. “Cum for me again—Shit! Say my name,”

The stamina he retained came as unexpected to you, your overstimulated heat trying to find pleasure in the way it’s being battered up. He spoke again, this time with a docile lilt in his tone.

“Tell me you’re mine, Y/N. I wanna be yours.”

You didn’t want to. You were beyond opposed to feeding into his hedonistic delusions, especially in the impuissant state that you were in. Yet, you couldn’t stop the affirmations from flowing once another orgasmic high coiled up in your core.

“Armin! ‘M yours! All yours,”

Just as soon as your words circulated through his mind, he felt his balls tighten, his thrusts faltering in potency as he reached closer to his high.

In his mind, it was profoundly amorous that you both had hit euphoria simultaneously, warm ropes of his sticky seed painting your walls while he shallowly jettisoned every last drop. Your womb was the goal, and he had scored.

He was tentative to pull out, wanting to relish in the warmth of your core for as long as he possibly could but he knew the idea wouldn’t be feasible. “You’re so good. I mean, you listen so well,”

He delicately placed you back on your feet, your body lax in his hold. “Thank you!” He beamed, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

“Thank you for what?” You responded, your eyes searching for anything else to focus on as you gained enough strength to separate yourself from him, even if it was just a few inches.

“You helped me,”

You couldn’t make sense of the nonsense coming out of his mouth nor his need to be a hair's breadth away from you at all times.

“You helped me realize I never wanted to hurt you,” His hands found their place at your waist, softly running along the curve. “I just wanted to be inside you.”

“No, you wanted to kill me.” You spoke in a more conflicted tone, wondering if the gears in his head were turning at all. He chuckled, creating a few inches of distance between the two of you.

“I mean, I did at first. I was jealous, Y/N,” His voice sounded like that of a beg. “You have such a perfect life and I want it — I want to be in it.”

You couldn’t bear to listen to anymore of his twisted thoughts, feeling the heavy coat of uncomfortability weighing your shoulders down. “Armin, you’re crazy.”

“I love you, Y/N. Let me into your life, please?”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands furthering south until they halted at the small of your back.

“I won’t hurt you,”

“I love you.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — @valentinevampyr @oneofthesevensins @iamtrashgod @iconicbabii @inusdoll @kloesklarity @bakuhoe-3 @antistellxr

[holylulusworld]

Rescue you - Flufftober 23

Summary: When your ex comes to town, Jax sees red.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Clay Morrow, Wayne Unser, Harry "Opie" Winston, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager

Warnings: angst, mentions of a past abusive relationship, protective Jax, angry Jax, light violence against the reader, implied character’s death, fluff, hurt & comfort, blood

A/N: I didn't name her ex. You can imagine any guy. I imagined Brock Rumlow because he's hot and a bad guy. 😳 I'm a visual writer and need to imagine a face.

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The day you met Jax Teller changed your opinion about men.

Until then, you believed every man is like your ex. Angry, loud, and thoughtless.

Jax is different. He’s rough around the edges, strong, wild, and yes, dangerous. But with you, he’s gentle and kind. You never felt safer than in his arms.

In those fleeting moments, you can spend alone, he dreams of another life. A life without violence, and maybe, children running around the house.

Your boyfriend is not a man of many words. He shows you his feelings with soft touches and small gestures.

The tea he brews for you every morning before you must go to work. A soft kiss goodnight. Or the way he hugs you. All these small gestures tell you Jax Teller loves you.

You believe in him, and his love. Jax will never hurt you or leave you for some other girl. He promised to love and protect you for the rest of his life.

Today, you must believe in his love, and hang on. If only you can hang on and wait for Jax to find out what happened to you…

Four hours earlier, …

“Bye, have a great weekend,” you wave at your colleagues from the library. They return the gesture and wish you a great weekend too.

You yawn as you make your way toward your car. Only a few more minutes apart you from meeting up with your boyfriend.

“Look what I finally found.”

You freeze. That voice.

How you wished to never hear his voice again. You lived in a bubble for the better of two years. Your relationship with Jax is going steady, and your past is only a few burned pictures, and torn memories you refuse to talk about.

“No. You can’t be here,” you shake your head as you look at your ex. He smirks darkly at your reaction. Your hands tremble and your eyes sting with tears. “What a pity he didn’t pick you up today, huh? Every Friday night your fine boyfriend has something better today than bringing his girl home.”

“What do you want here? You can’t be here.” You take a step back, and another as your heart hammers in your chest. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I’m here to get my girl back,” he looks over your shoulder, checking if anyone is watching you. “I can’t just let you go, can I?”

“You had fling after fling,” you sneer when he tries to touch your cheek. Slapping his hand away you glare at him. “What do you really want?”

“I can’t have my girl run around with that bastard. Jax Teller, Y/N? Really?” He scoffs when you look around the area for help. “No one is coming for your aid, babe. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“Fuck you!” Your head snaps to the left when his hand slaps your cheek hard. You gasp, and press your hand to your cheek, fighting the tears wanting to break free. If you cry now, he’ll know how scared you are.

He grabs your arm, tugging harshly. “You will come with me and shut your mouth. After I’m done with the chapter of the sons in this shitshow of a town, you can thank me by being very nice to me…”

Now, the clubhouse, …

“Where is she? What can you tell me?” Jax nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “Juice, you need to do your thing…trace her phone or shit.”

“Jax, you need to calm the fuck down,” Clay tries to calm Jax. One of them got kidnapped, an old lady. He’s furious and ready to rip anyone apart. “We will find your old lady.”

“She left the library four hours ago, Clay! Four fucking hours!” Jax kicks a chair out of his way. “If anyone touched one hair on her head, I’ll kill them…I’ll kill them all.”

“We talked to her colleagues and the owner of the shop across the street. Her colleagues didn’t see shit. Y/N left the library wished them a nice weekend and walked toward her car,” Tig grunts.

“Yeah, they didn’t even want to talk to us because you scared the shit out of them,” Opie bites back. “Anyways,” he clears his throat as he looks at Jax. Opie can see the fear in his friend’s eyes, and it breaks his heart a little. “The old geezer across the street said, that there was a guy and a girl. The guy hit the girl, and that was when he called the cops.”

“We checked the cameras from the stores nearby,” Unser tries to get Jax’s attention. “One of them captured the car of the bastard. We got a license plate and a name.”

“We’ve got a name?” Jax grabs Unser by his collar. “What are we waiting for then? You had a name for how long?”

“Twenty minutes, Jax,” the sheriff grunts. “I’m not an idiot, and I like the girl.”

“Who is he? Who dared to raise his hand against my girl?” Jax is out of it. He’s ready to rip the sheriff apart, limp by limp if he doesn’t get answers soon. “Tell me his name, UNSER!”

Unser yells your ex’s name, making Jax gasp. You told him about what happened with the man you dated before him. “We need to find them!”

“Jax, calm down! We are on it! Juice is on it,” Clay tries to calm your boyfriend down again.

“I try to hack her service provider to find out about her last location. Give me more time,” Juice tries his best to remain calm. He’s used to working under pressure. But these are exceptional circumstances. “Just one more minute…“

You try not to think about what will happen if Jax doesn’t find you. Your ex was taunting you over the last hours, telling you how much he will enjoy watching Jax despair when he finds your broken body.

Taking deep breaths, you try to remember all the times Jax told you how much he loves you, or how he asked you to go for a ride with him for the first time.

The silence is deafening, and worse than your ex yelling at you. It takes a toll on you, as it feels like seconds turn into hours.

You hide your face in the palms of your hands, silently crying as you fear that you’ll never see Jax again.

“Where is she?” someone yells loud enough for you to hear. “I’ll kill you!” Gunshots hit the wall, and you scream as one of the bullets breaks through the door and hits the wall next to you.

“Y/N! BABY! Where are you!” It’s Jax. Jax found you!

“HERE!” You scream his name. “I’M HERE!”

“BABY!”

The door flings open, revealing a beyond-worried Jax. His face is covered in bruises, and blood covers to his knuckles, but all you can think about is that he's here.

He tugs his gun away as you run toward him to throw yourself into his arms. “I knew you’ll find me…I just knew…” He breathes you in. "I knew it..."

“Did he hurt you? Did he touch you, baby?”

“No…I mean he hit me but…no…I…you’re here,” you cry into his chest. “You’re…here…”

"I told you," he kisses the crown of your hair, "I'll burn the world for you and kill anyone hurting my girl..."

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[erinfern0]

lazy mornings; drabble.

simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader

warnings: sleepy morning sex, spit as lube, soft and fluffy lovemaking.

— gender natural anatomy, only pronouns used are you, etc.

He'll never truly admit how much he loves those days when the two of you can just wake up next to each other, slowly embracing yourself in each other's presence as soon as you open your eyes. You can feel his arms slowly wrap around your waist as he peppers tiny kisses all over your neck. He loves the way you throw one hand back to caress and play with his hair as he slowly grinds his hips against you, showing you exactly what he needs.

He also loves the way your sleepy voice gives him permission, almost begs, to take off your pajama shorts and throw them somewhere on the ground to be forgotten in just seconds. The way your voice shivers when he kisses the side of your neck, burying his face in your skin.

You grip his hair tighter and spread your legs, getting him to hold one of them in the air as he spits on his other hand to lube it up. No matter how badly he wants you – he'll always prepare you first. His nose traces over your shoulder as he makes you turn your head around just enough to kiss him. This is the only thing he does purely for himself, needing to kiss you as he slides inside with such ease, since your body remembers him so well. His fingers stretch you just enough for him to fit perfectly. You whimper and squirm as he looks for that spot, hidden a little deeper into your tightening hole, as he praises you for being so good for him.

His head feels heavy upon your shoulder as he tries to control his grunts. It's far too early to annoy your neighbors, but he won't stop you, he can't fight but craves to hear your soft gasps. Especially when you throw your head back against him and just breathe with your mouth agape, allowing his ears to hear how much pleasure he makes you feel with just those slow, calculated thrusts.

None of you really care if any of you come or not. You two just focus on feeling each other close for a little longer. To get that special bond between you a little stronger almost every day. Especially right after he comes back from deployment.

Later on, you either go back to bed if it's early enough, or you two take a shower together, where he makes sure you're fine and perfectly clean to move on with your day. Then, he makes you breakfast while you prepare a fresh cup of tea. Those parts are usually pretty silent, only interrupted by his quiet jokes or him, guiding you around the kitchen since he most definitely knows exactly where everything is placed.

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[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 23rd

Day 23: Breeding/Impregnation, Fancy Dress, Frottage

Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions of bastards, sex work, breeding, pregnancy, vaginal sex

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“Perfect.” His hands slide over your skin, making you shiver as he continues to stare at you. His dark eyes assess you. Stepping back and raking them up and down your body when he tilts his head and reaches out to cup both of your breasts. Weighing them in his hands and you bite your lip to keep from moaning softly. 

Then those hands slide down to your hips, squeezing them, measuring them. “Yes. Nice hips.” He smirks, obviously thinking of something as you stand in front of him, completely nude. “Wide enough for my plans.” 

You’ve slept with him before. Fucked him everytime that he has come through your city. Preferring your bed over the brothels, but tonight he was acting differently. HIs kisses had been more urgent, sharper. His hands were more insistent as he had stripped you down. 

“Plans?” Your brows arch up, unsure of what the fuck he was talking about. You know that lords get away with anything. They were never held to the same standards as their lessers, allowed to speak and act as they chose as long as it wasn’t to anyone above them. For most, that was the King. For Oberyn, that was seemingly no man. 

For a second son, Prince Oberyn did not act like others. He was rash, reckless. Spreading his pleasure all over Westeros. Having already been banished by his brother for killing another lord in a fight after being found in bed with the man’s wife and his mistress. It’s said he was father to two bastard daughters. He claimed them. He acknowledged them and brought them to Sunspear. Not hidden away like sordid secrets. 

Oberyn hums, pursing his lips and trailing his fingers back up your body to slide up your neck. The ring on his finger is warm from his body and he taps it against your chin. “You will look magnificent dripping my seed.” 

That is not something that is unusual, Oberyn is a very sensual, adventurous lover. He often wants what he wants, but he’s not one to deny you pleasure. All of your time together is spent in different positions, different experiences. 

“Then I will prepare my tea.” You hum, surprised when he shakes his head. 

“No.” He decides, “no tea.” 

“My prince….” You are at a loss for words, unable to understand what exactly he means by this. You are aware that the prince is unmarried, you had asked that before you had ever allowed him in your bed. You do not wish to bed a married man. It’s not like you are ever the type of woman the Prince of Dorne would be allowed to marry. You don’t have that kind of influence. “If I don’t-” “You might have my bastard.” Oberyn hums easily, almost slippery. As if it is something that he has already thought of and dismissed as inconsequential. “You might be barren.” 

You frown at his comment. “I have my monthly.” You protest but he shrugs. 

“Sometimes a healthy woman cannot bear a child despite that.” He tells you, reminding you that he had spent a few years training as a maester. He smirks, “however I feel as if you will easily take my seed and grow a child.” 

“Why?” You can’t understand why Oberyn would want you to carry his child. Especially when he obviously does not want a wife, nor need a legitimate heir. 

He growls, a deep sound vibrating through his chest as he slides his hand down to your stomach. Hold your womb. “I want to fill your belly with my bastard. To see you grow with my child and know that it is resting in your womb.” He groans, shuffling closer and pressing the throbbing evidence of his desire against your bare hip. “It excites me. Makes me want to bend you over right now and fuck you full of my seed.” 

You moan, his filthy words making your cunt clench and drip with desire. You don’t know why it sounds so intriguing. You had never thought about carrying a babe, studiously taking your tea when you were with a lover. “And what of the child?” You ask. Plenty of nobles had no issue creating the bastards they had. They just had no use for them once their interest in their mother waned. “What of me?” 

Oberyn looks insulted, his eyes narrowing slightly as he contemplates your question. As if he were deciding if he should be insulted by them. Only for his brows to unknit a moment later. “The babe lives with me.” He tells you. “As the mother, you would also be allowed to live in Sunspear.” 

Even as Oberyn moves you back, guiding you back towards the bed that has been adorned with fresh linens for his visit, you mull over his words. He wants you to carry his babe. To knowingly get pregnant with a bastard. To be a mother to one of his children. “And after the babe?” You ask seriously. “Then what?”

Oberyn snorts, his robe on the floor and he pulls his thin shirt over his head to toss it down as well. Stripping himself as bare as you are. “Then I will fill you again.” He groans, the front of his breeches twitching again. “We fuck every day, all day, until you are full again. Another babe.” He hisses. “And I’ll let any man or woman lick your cunt while you are round and full. But no man fucks you but me while you are carrying my child.” 

His fingers untie his breeches, opening them and pushing them down his hips. His boots had been discarded earlier, when he had entered your house, so now he is standing in front of you. His hard cock bobbing proudly in front of you. 

“So I would be your broodmare?” You ask quietly, still not understanding why the prince wanted you to carry his bastards. Why he wanted to purposefully breed them on you. “To have your babies?” 

His cock twitches and he wraps his hand around his cock with a groan. “I will breed you, yes. You will carry my bastards, yes. You will have anything you wish. Any lover. We will fuck them together. Men, women, every brothel we wish to seek out or a person who catches our eyes.” 

You had heard of Oberyn’s indulgences. Of his generosity with lovers and how free he could be with his cock and his purse at times. This doesn’t feel like he’s trying to talk you into just having his baby. It’s more like it’s a commitment to him. As committed as you could be to a man who had vowed to never marry. 

“Except when I am carrying your bastards?” You just want to clarify, make sure you understand. You have been so used to living however you choose, so you want to make sure you know what you are getting into. 

“I would let any tongue pleasure your cunt, any fingers bury themselves in your warmth, but only my cock would fuck your womb full. While the babe is resting inside. Then, after, you could have fifteen cocks inside your holes and I would watch while a mouth is around my cock.” He chuckles. “Then after you recover from that, I will plant my seed in your womb again.” 

“How many?” You ask, curious if Oberyn is planning on breeding a bastard army. He hums, kneeling on the bed and pulling your legs apart to shuffle between them. Eager to bury himself in your cunt while he talks of making a child with you. He had never known of his first two bastards until they were older. This time, he wants to be involved. To know that you are carrying his seed and keeping you nailed to the bed with his cock while you are. 

“As many as you will bear.” He groans, twitching as he guides himself to your entrance and sliding deep. He has a need to breed you, to plant his seed inside your womb and he will make sure that you are cared for. He would care for you. His lips fall on yours with a groan of your name and he starts to rock his hips. Determined to see you drip his cum and push it back inside your perfect cunt. “As many as we can have.” 

[sanemisfleshlight]

Innkeeper

kinktober day one. even though this was posted at 1:15am we're counting it!

Akaza x reader

warnings: underage blogs DNI, slowburn, jealously, fingering, unprotected sex, mating press, cervix fucking, & squirting.

edited: 03•18•23

Deep in the chilling mountains stood a homely, rustic Inn. The only sight of civilization for miles. With busting winds and heavy snows got in the way of Sun coming up anytime soon. Good thing for Akaza because he's been scrambling for shelter for a few hours now. If he was in a warmer climate there'd be no hope for him. He could see the chimney billowing out smoke, and seen a warm, dim lighting seeping through the cracks of the shutters and door. At this moment he didn't care if the sight of him scared the patrons of the Inn. If they have a problem with him, they can be his breakfast.

He enters the Inn, with a ring of the bell alerting his presence to you beautiful, young woman in furs pouring a cup of tea to a man who's back is to him. "Just take a seat anywhere and I'll be right with you." you said while finishing up filling the man's cup, and finally able to make eye contact with Akaza. He was expecting a fearful look in your eye, for you to cower in fear. But you didn't, at least not yet "You.. sure?" he questions. You shown with no indication of fear, no quiver to your voice when you said "Of course" with a smile. He just stood there shock and dumfounded. You walked over to add another log into the fire. Once finished you turned over to notice he was still standing there.

You give a sigh, "You're not the first of your kind to be here, and you're certainly not the last." You proceed to gesture to the man you just served. He turned his head to give Akaza a wave, with long fingers with sharp claws. And deep, green eyes that resembled a snake's. The moment he read 'Upper Three' in Akaka's golden eyes, he proceeded to tense up, stood straight up, and gave a bow. "I-Its and honor, sir" he said still bowed over, trembling. "your good." Akaza waved off the suck up, in a disinterest tone. Akaza proceeded to sit by the fire to embrace the warm flame, even though the warmth isn't needed. You proceeded to hand him a wool blanket for comfort. Then bend over start to pour him a cup of Tea. Which shown a shown your cleavage, despite to be covered in furs. He gave a flustered thanks, while blushing and trying his best to avert his glaze, and took a gulp of your homemade tea. Which taste of citrus and.. blood, animal blood to be exact. He definitely believe you know that the lower demon and himself weren't your first demonic customers. "This.. taste great, thank you, ma'am." which made you giggled. "No need to be so formal, I'm just an Innkeeper who serves anyone who stops by, I'm assuming you need a room until sunset?" you asked. "Uh.. yea" he replied starstruck still surprised a beautiful human could easily accept his existence and company. "Alrighty I'll grab your key, feel free to pay after your drink." you said with a gorgeous smile and walked off to your counter. And all he can do is watch after you, seeing your hips sway despite your layers.

After his first encounter with you, Akaza has become a regular patron of yours. He's been visiting you for half a year. Whenever he's able too, even if it's an inconvenience for him. He even almost burned to a crisp rushing up the mountain too see you, now that summer is here. He knows the risk but he cant pass off your warmth. Especially now you've change your wardrobe from thick wools and furs. To skirts and shorts that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. he'll never admit it but it's definitely his guilty pleasure to watch you real closely whenever you lean over to serve anyone or himself. Whether he gets a peak of your lace panties you seem to always wear, or the matching bra he'll see when you bend down to serve him tea. He'll drink copious amounts of tea, despite the downgrade from human blood to animal blood.

He used to always judge men, for being so weak with their urges. To the point that they'd be creeps, now look at him stooping to their level. He's never felt this attracted to anyone before, not even his late fiancé. He certainly loved her and respect her, But something about you is absolutely ravishing. Not only that but your so sweet, funny, and charismatic. He feels the need to be in your company constantly. But sadly he can't keep you to himself, especially since Douma has caught wind of his extra curricular activities.

Which completely enrages him, Douma notice Akaza's changed in demeanor. And of course took it upon himself to figure out way. In doing so he's been having quite fun pushing Akaka's buttons relentlessly. By lingering his hands on your hips while he passes you, to holding your hands awfully long whenever you pour him a cup of tea, To paying you in extravagant jewels and kimonos that would compliment your features. Which makes Akaza want to rip his head and throw it out the window on a sunny day. Knowing that Douma's trying to win your heart just so he can defile you, and kill you. Whenever he sees you in the same room with Douma, he will refuse to leave until Douma does. if he arrives to your Inn, to walk into Douma's scent not only around but on you does to his handsy self. He'll stay for a whole week till he's sure Douma's busy with his cult.

Which leaves him sitting by the fire, clutching on to his cup so tight its starting to crack, visibly shaking with rage. Watching you fall into Douma's lap, due to an 'accidentally tripping over something' due to it being orchestrated by Douma himself. Of course Douma used this 'opportunity' to catch you with his hands grasping your thighs, surprisingly your skirt isn't showing your panties, despite it being rid up so high that its almost getting to that point. Which gave douma the courage to start whispering dirty pick up lines in your ear, in making you blushing beet red. "Uh.. L-let me go" you gulped out "gr-grab your tab.. for you" you muster out while slipping out of his lap. Scurrying off to go behind your counter while Douma lets out a chuckle. While maintaining unsettling eye contact with Akaza across the room, bring his tea to his smirking lips, and giving Akaza a wink. Which resulting in Akaza shattering his cup, and spilling his blood on his pants. Which brought out a busting laugh from Douma.

You turn to see what the commotion is all about. You proceeded to let out a gasp when you see the blood pouring from Akaza's hand. You rush over to him and quickly grab his wrist and whip out a rag from your apron to wrap around his hand. "It's alright. I've healed already" he says while gentling grabbing your hand of the rag to take off. You looked down, your eyes widening in surprise. Blushing for being an idiot for forgetting. Which made a gentle smile graze Akaza's face, he couldn't resist with how cute your blushing face is. "W-well your pants are ruined! You must come with me, I have an extra pair for you" you explained. You grabbed his hand and proceeded to pull him out of his chair, leading him upstairs to your room. Which honestly made his undead heart skip a beat to you inviting him to your room.

Upon enter room, he scanned the room to see your taste. Furs on the bed, an large collection of herbs and candles, a dying fire from the hearth, dried flowers over the mantle, & a large brown bear skin run in front of the fireplace. "Go on and take a seat on the bed" you said while opening a large chest in the corner. "You wouldn't even believe how many people leave their pants in the room, to be never returned." you searched through while grabbing a few pairs. Bringing them over for Akaza to review while you take a seat beside him. "T-thank you" he says while looking through the pants, always surprised with how much kindness you’ve treated him.

"So.. what drove you to hurt yourself" you asked, which made him look like a deer about to get trampled. You two proceeded to sit in silence, staring at each other. He went through a whole list of excuses running through his thoughts. But watching the warm light from the fire glaze over your face, make your eyes glow so beautifully. He decided to tell the truth "I didn't like watching Douma flirting with you" he said while looking away into the fire. "H-how come?" you asked with a nervous gulp and blush. Your heart fluttering hoping he's going to say what you've been wishing for. After bonding and getting to know him for the past few months. "Because he's a prick trying to get with you to make me jealous" he said angering, while glaring into the fire. You wanted to comfort Akaza, you really did. But you couldn't help but smile. "Does.. Does this mean you like me?" you ask hopefully. Which caught him off guard, so he turn to look at you. Expecting an interrogation, instead witnessing the most beautiful smile. "Y-Yes, I really do"

If you weren't sitting, you'd be jumping. You had the most giddiest smile, you just couldn't wait no longer. You grab his muscular shoulder, and lock lips with him. Honestly Akaza needed to reboot for a minute, he was wide eye, trying to process what just happened. Once coming to his senses, he grabbed your waist with left and ran his right through your hair, Deeping himself into the kiss while pulling you closer.

After a few minutes of making out, he gently laid you down onto the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Slipping his hand up your skirt and in between your plush thighs. Rubbing against your folds with your wet panties blocking complete access. Which released a breathy moan from you. Which encourage him to rub circles on your clit, bringing out more moans from you. While a tight tent grows against his bloody pants. He moves from your lips to your neck licking and sucking, searching for your sweet spot. In the haze of this you didn't realize he moved your panties to the side until he was already a knuckle deep into you. Pushing his finger passed your folds and deeper into you. Which gave an unexpecting loud moan from you.

Akaza gave an aroused groan from that wonderful sound. In half a second he manage to rip off the front of your shirt and bra. Releasing your breasts from their confinement, making them bounce. He immediately took one in his mouth and grabbed the other with his free hand, giving it a soft squeeze. You couldn't believe this was happening, it made your heart swell that you finally got what you've wanted. Since living in the secluded part of the mountains can be awfully boring. At this moment instead of adding a second finger, he added three. Which practically got you screaming. Akaza couldn't care less in being gentle anymore. He has such a huge ego boost, He wants to make sure Douma hears EVERYTHING from downstairs. So he knows he doesn't get the satisfaction to bring such pleasure to you.

His tent in his pants started to get very uncomfortable, if his pants had a zipper and he wasn't a demon. His little fighter would be a goner. Since he knows you won't let him leave in the pants he's been wearing, there's no point in keeping them intact. He proceeded to pause what he was doing to literally rip off his own pants, the same way he ripped of your shirt. You prop yourself on your elbows, to get a look. You couldn't help but bite your lip while looking up at him on his knees. Starring at his seven inch, veiny member. You'd be more nervous of his girth if you've haven't been anticipating this for so long.

He got on all fours, his hands resting beside either sides of your head. He gave you a fury of gentle kisses, while he teases his tip against your entrance. Rubbing his precum against your folds, then started to rub it against your clit. Bringing out breathy moans from you, since the rest of your voice was trapped in your throat.

After enough teasing he couldn't wait, his animal instincts took over. He went all in, bottoming out in one go. Which let out a scream out of you, since you weren't prepared. With no chance of adjusting but you don't blame him. You've both have been waiting too long. He grabbed on your hips and went at it, no mercy. He had to hold on you tight, otherwise he'd push your head into the fire.

You'd be embarrassed of how quick he got your legs shaking, if you weren't so focus of his girth rubbing against all your walls. He got up on his knees, to flip your legs over his shoulders. Holding onto your thighs making them bruise. Angling his hips upwards hitting your G-spot, over and over. Having you a screaming, panting mess, while your eyes roll over into the back of your head. As he's watching your tits bounces so aggressively, he's watching you struggle find anything to grasp onto. Settling to grab onto the bearskin rug your laying on. "Ugh-FUCK!" Akaza groans out loudly. "By Muzan your so fucking tight, I can't believe I've waited this long" Akaza exclaims.

As he's about to reach his high and by the looks of you being a babbling mess, your about to as well. He folds your legs against your your chest, making your tits squish together making them look fantastic. This angle make his tip kiss your cervix perfectly, making you sequel. He pounds into your cervix repeating, to the point your gushing fluids all over his cock, soaking his chest. Which makes you blush so red that you start to cover your face and arousing him so much that he release the good ole dad sneeze. Milking your cunt so good, to the point its starting to cream that the base. Once your highs have been ridden. He pulls out and spreads your legs to watch his cum to start dripping to your anus. Before it can he fingers it back up to your pussy and pushes it back in. Then proceeds to lay beside you on the rug. Pulling your hands away from your face and giving them a kiss in reassurance.

"Don't worry, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen" he tells you, earning another blush from you. You giggled and cuddle up to him "That- was amazing". "I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself" He smirks while putting his hands through your hair. "Now if you don't mind, I'd appreciate if we go again. To assure that Douma doesn't bother you no more." Which made you give him a smirk, as you sit up to straddle his lap. "Why of course I don't mind" you then give him a deep kiss.

[darlingofvalyria]

₊˚ପ⊹ the masterlist ✿ ❀ ❁

┊ ┊. ➶ ˚ The big book of fics contain works from HOTD, TLK & possibly more ewan mitchell related characters. | check pinned post for more info— current wips, requesting etiquette, etc. | formatted descending; newest work at the bottom | AO3 | dividers by @/saradika & @/cafekitsune┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

The Sister's Hot Best Friend Trope

❛ MODERN AU!AEMOND ❜ ONGOING— fluff, angst, smut (5/7?) = Helaena has a brilliant idea for her sad sack of a brother, and it involves her hot best friend.

On My One Good Knee

❛ MODERN AU!AEMOND ❜ COMING SOON— fluff, angst, smut (0/10) = Your boss makes a snap decision to prevent deportation. Now you're back in his hometown for his father's birthday with you on his arm. And did I mention they think you're his fiancé?

In Hightower Green

❛ JACAERYS ❜ ONGOING— angst, smut, fluff (5/7?)= The life and lies of the secondborn daughter of Viserys I, twin to Aegon II, and Queen Consort and wife to King Jacaerys Velaryon.

Kinktober 2023

❛ MULTIPLE CHARACTERS ❜ ONGOING— smut (2/6)= Sexy, smutty, fluffy, to angsty. Welcome to Kinktober '23. Warning. Contains fics ranging from monsterfucking to kidnapping. Readers discretion is advised.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Aemond Targaryen ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

HOW I 'ACTUALLY' MET YOUR MOTHER | fluff = Aegon spills the real way Aemond met you to your children.

THE BLACK STAG | dark, smut = What does obsession and possession bleed? Features Dark!Aemond.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Aegon Targaryen II ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

YOURS, NOT TRULY | angst = You have fallen in love with your husband who views your marriage as nothing more than a duty.

LEMON CAKE TO MY TEA | fluff, smut = Jealousy and marriage advices sandwich your fresh marriage with the firstborn son of the King.

OH, JEEPERS! | smut, angst = As lovers, you and Aegon were great. As exes, you and him might be the actual worst.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Daemon Targaryen ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

A DALLIANCE OF DRAGONS | smut, angst = When your husband betrays you, you turn to your uncle for help.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Rhaenyra ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

HER FAVOURITE | smut = Your future queen rewards you for all your hard work.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Osferth ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

GHOST BRIDE | smut, fluff = Sanctuary comes with the price of a lonely, ghost bride. And addictively warm fun.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Multiple ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

DAEMYRA (Daemon + Rhaenyra)

➵ PUNISHMENT | smut = You are Daemon's punishment, and Rhaenyra couldn't be happier.

╰┈➤ ❝ DISCLAIMER: i don't own these characters but these stories are mine. Please don't repost/copy without my permission. This includes feeding them to AI. I consider this an insidious act and I bite. Comments, reblogs, & likes are not mandatory but very much appreciated! Tell me how you feel! ❞┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

•Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged? •

🍑It's my first time doing Kinktober (let's see if I finish it!) I've using @flightlessangelwings awesome Prompt List.

🍆Also to challenge myself I've used a random generator to choose which kink out of the options and which character(s) to use. (I'll write a note if I had to choose again for whatever reason. I did limit later on in the month as there were 2 characters who hadn't come up yet, and I wanted at least 1 fic for each of them 😄)

🍑I'm really hoping to finish this, even if they aren't all posted on the correct day 💚

🍆I'm not planning on using my normal tag list, because I don't want to harass/overwhelm anyone. And I know there are some characters here that aren't everyone's cup of tea. If you would like to be tagged for this/certain parts let be know, or you can find them on my masterlist when they're posted.

Love Bites - Steven Grant

2. Knife Play - Jack Mojave

3. Exhibitionism - Llewyn Davis

4. Sex Pollen - Steven Grant

5. Sensory Deprivation - Anselm Vogelweide

6. Bondage - Nathan Bateman

7. Slow and Soft - Prince John

8. Cockingwarming - William Tell

9. Pegging - Marc Spector

10. Anal - Steven Grant

11. Seduction - Santiago Pope Garcia

12. Formal Wear - Club!Blue Jones

13. Anonymous Sex - Shimmer!Kane

14. BDSM - Robbie Paulson

15. Against A Wall - Santiago Pope Garcia

16. Lap Dance - Club!Blue Jones

17. Praise Kink - Robbie Paulson

18. Dacryphilia - Orderly!Blue Jones

19. Voyeurism - Basil Stitt

20. Orgy/Group - Club!Blue Jones & Cecil Dennis

21. Piercings - Jake Lockley

22. Voice Kink - Steven Grant

23. Begging - Nathan Bateman

24. Edging - Anselm Vogelweide x Club!Blue Jones (Trine)

25. Orgasm Denial - Nathan Bateman

26. Choking - Cecil Deniis

27. Period Sex - Poe Dameron

28. Cockrings - Anselm Vogelweide x Club!Blue Jones (Trine)

29. Cream Pie - Miguel O'Hara

30. Cunnilingus - Bud Cooper

31. Surprise!

[backtothefanfiction]

Kinktober '23 | DAY 2: The Bet and the Costume Contest

Prompt: RolePlay

Summary: You enter into a bet with your couples costume contest partner.

Warnings: SMUT!! Roleplay, costumes, PinV, upskirt, frat!Peter

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Day 2, here we go!!! I did watch Buffy as a kid but have yet to watch properly as an adult despite it being on my list of things to do but hopefully still reads okay. Also I just rushed the second half of this so apologies if the tense is messed up.

It was just your luck. Of course you would have been paired with him. It was Brianna’s fault really. She was the one who had come up with this whole idea of partnering with your Theta Beta Pi brothers to do a couples costume contest as part of this year's Halloween Bash. All the girls had put their names into a hat and each of the boys took turns picking a name out and of course you had been picked by Peter Parker. You had decided to go as Buffy and Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or at least you thought you had until you turned up at the house in a mini skirt, wooden stake in hand and a bleached blonde, leather clad Parker, ran down the stairs and straight into you.

“THERE’S MY BUFFY!” he beamed.

“What did you do to your hair?!”

“I’m Spike. I thought it would be more fun. Plus I figured we’d be a shoe in to win due to my dedication alone.” He said pointing to his head.

“Oh my god!” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

As the night went on you had to admit, the blonde, although it did make him look quite sleazy, was actually quite hot. You also had to commend his dedication to the character and the bit as he kept shouting out Spike quotes the whole night. “AND YOU’RE WHAT? SHOCKED AND DISAPPOINTED? I’M EVIL!” He shouted when the two of you won at beer pong against a pair dressed as Mario and Princess Peach.

“Cup of tea, cup of tea, almost got shagged, cup of tea.” he said as he handed out drinks to your small congregated group as you sat sharing a joint in the garden.

“First I’ll kill her, then I’ll save her.” he said, wrapping an arm around you and dipping you over it as he showed off in front of his fraternity brothers.

“PETER!” You squealed.

“Peter? Who is this Peter? There’s no Peter here, my name is Spike.”

He had called you Buffy for the whole night too. “Where has my Buffy gone?” he would cry as he moved through rooms in the house looking for you. “BUFFY? Excuse me, have you seen the chosen one?” he asked one girl.

“What Harry Potter?” she responded. He just bared his fake fangs and hissed at her.

“Yo Parker!” One of his frat brothers, Josh, called to him across the room, directing him back to the group of you sat around the coffee table in the living room.

You budged up a little on the seat, giving him room to squeeze in beside you (he won’t sit anywhere else).

“So Parker, you’re pretty confident about winning this costume contest.” Josh said. He’s dressed up as Sonny, Alannah is somewhere else in the house dressed as Cher.

“I mean, yeah. Look at us man.” Peter shot back confidently.

“You willing to put a bet on it?” Josh taunted.

“Oh we are not winning.” You mumbled from your seat beside Peter. The only thing he’s got going for him is the hair, apart from that the two of you look basic compared to other costumes, there’s a really good Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein hanging around somewhere.

“Then you shouldn’t have any trouble with placing a bet then.” Josh drunkenly goaded.

“What and you think you’re gonna win?” You said back.

“Oh no, I know we aren’t going to win. I’m talking about you two. You know Parker’s always had a crush on Buffy.” 

At Josh’s words Peter squirmed a little beside you but tried his best to hide it, eager to see how you’d react.

“Is that so?” You questioned.

“Yup!” Josh said confidently. “If you guys win, Parker gets his dream come true and gets to fuck Buffy.” He throws out.

“Fine. Deal.” Your drunken brain responded hastily. There’s no way you guys are winning. “Okay and what if we lose?”

“Okay, what do you want?” Josh asked on Peter’s behalf. He’s being uncharacteristically quiet for this whole exchange.

“If we lose the contest, which we will,” you reassure, “you guys have to bring a litre bottle of vodka to every party just for me, until the end of the year.”

“Deal.” 

“And by end of the year I mean school year, not just Christmas break.”

Peter and Josh hesitate a sec but Josh is quick to solidify the deal, holding his hand out for you to shake. And that was how you ended up with Peter Parker tied to your bedframe with the tie from your bathrobe. You were sure it had to have been rigged, there really was no way you should have won.

“Peter, I feel silly.” 

“Just go with it, I promise it’s all good.”

“Pete, I haven’t even seen that much of the show.”

“It’s vampires and magic and supernatural stuff, it’s all cool just, make it up.”

‘Fine’ you thought as you rolled your eyes.

“I’ve been checking Giles’s books and there's only one way to cure this type of evil.” you said as you began to slowly walk across the room to him. He gives you a devilish look and you have to admit, paired with the blonde hair it does make you weak in the knees. 

He watches you closely as you come to a stop beside the bed. His eyes follow your fingers as you slide them up your legs and underneath your skirt, hooking your thumbs into your underwear and pulling them down your legs. He goes to frustratedly moan as you tease him but the moment his mouth is wide enough, you shove your panties into his mouth.

“UUUhhh FuuCK!” his voice mumbles into the fabric as his head lulls back.

You climb up onto the bed, hooking your leg over his hips to straddle him. You reach behind you for the stake, sitting at the end of his bed, running it down his chest. “You need to hold still okay. Do you trust me?” you asked him in character. He nodded.

When your hand trails down to undo his trousers he is hard and he whispers slightly as his sensitive tip brushes past the fabric of his boxers as you pull them down far enough to release him. You reach for a condom, rolling it down onto his length before you lift yourself to hover over him and slowly lower yourself onto his cock.

His eyes watch intensely as his length slips out of view underneath your skirt. With the way he’s looking at you, you have to admit, maybe you were getting more into this than you first thought you would. He moans as you ride his cock, grinding your hips down into his pelvic bone before lifting back off again, his skin dragging across your slit and it feels so good. His cock feels so good as he fills you out. 

You know you told him to stay still but you don’t have it in you to punish him when he starts rolling his hips and thrusting up into you. You quickly realise though he’s close, his thrusts getting quicker as he chases his high. He mumbles words around your panties. You are reluctant to do it but you remove them from his mouth to hear what he has to say. 

“Thank you.” he sighs first and just pants for a little bit between grunts as you continue to ride his dick, your walls tightening with every up lift before you slam your hips back down again. 

“Fuck, fuck, yes Buffy. Fuck that evil out of me.” he says and if it wasn’t for the fact you were actually so close you would have just got off and left him hanging but you are so close now you want your own finish. “Lift your skirt, let me see.” he asks. You raise your eyebrows at him. “Please.” he quickly adds and you oblige lifting up the sides of your skirt so it sits above your hips. “Oh yeah.” he moans. “Touch yourself.” he says and you don’t know why but you do as he says, your fingers moving to rub circles over your clit. 

It sends you over the edge and he cries out “OH FUCK!” as your walls clamp down around him. 

You can feel his hips stutter, once, then twice, then he stills as you feel him fill the condom inside you. 

He lets out a long sigh of relief as you begin to ease yourself off him. “What do you say, Parker?”

“Thank you Miss Summers.” You just roll your eyes.

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kINkToBEr taG LiST

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[quinloki]

I'm trying my hand at my first ever Kinktober (*/ω＼*)

Under the cut is the theme of the day, and the day to expect it!

Please follow Release the Quin tag (at the bottom of this post for easy access) to keep up with the posts. Or block it, if you'd rather - but if you're following me you're, uh, probably not bothered by kink.

The 1st, 11th and 24th are collab pieces for @nagumoan's Dance with the Dead and our the only ones where I'm explicitly stating who will be showcased.

Every Monday will be part of a continual story throughout the month, don't panic if one of them leaves you hanging, it'll be complete by the end of the month (This was inspired by @zoros-sheath ! )

Some of them you might be able to figure out (especially if you know me >.> ) but hopefully most of them will be a delightful surprise!

PLEASE NOTE: The 11th, and 26th-31st will contain dubious consent and outright non-con. These will be flagged and marked as such, but please be mindful if these concepts are normally your cup of tea.

Finally, thank you to my Discordians! \o/ If not for the friends and support I've managed to find on Discord I wouldn't be doing something like this at all -^_^- (specifically @some-piece and @sanjis-all-blue for putting up with me and letting me be in their discords 💖)

I am half of my capacity all by myself (yeah, I am pretty much saying I do, in fact, need the Power of Friendship™ ).

1 Treats with Ace (collab event) | 2 Onesome | 3 Naughty Mouse | 4 Demon Summoning | 5 Altitude Adjustment | 6 ABO | 7 Caught Masturbating | 8 Biting | 9 Twosome | 10 Knotty Mouse | 11 Tricks with Sanji (collab event) | 12 Shibari | 13 Benched | 14 Benched Part 2 | 15 Tickle Monster | 16 Threesome | 17 Knotted Mouse | 18 Mi Corazon | 19 Buggy | 20 Bondage | 21 Inappropriate Use of a Devil Fruit | 22 Toy Box | 23 Foursome | 24 Haunted with Sir Crocodile (collab event) | 25 Aftercare | 26 Drugged | 27 Vampire | 28 Fishy | 29 Tentacles | 30 Fivesome | 31 Secret

[midnight-talescape]

Cookie & Cream (Yandere Dark Cacao x Reader x Yandere Pure Vanilla)

Kinktober day 23: Threesome

Nearly turned it into a gangbang

Warning: yandere, non-con, threesome, kidnapping, a tad bit ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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You walked into Pure Vanilla’s garden, his invitation in hand. You wonder what he hurriedly called you in for.

Soon you spotted him in a gazebo seemingly talking with Dark Cacao. When you walked up to them, they stopped their conversation and Pure Vanilla greeted you happily,

“You’re here, Baker! Will you like a cup of tea?”

Taking the tea, you look curiously at both of them.

“What did you need me for? I mean I always love to spend time with you guys, but questions and concern,”

Dark Cacao was the one that answered,

“Me and Pure Vanilla have been talking, and we have decided that it’s too dangerous for you to wander around. Dark Enchantress will come for you and we have figured out a solution,”

You furrowed your eyebrow in confusion,

“A solution?”

“Yes, as Dark cacao said, we have decided it is best that we hid you away, until it is safe for you again,”

“Wha-“ you beginners to ask when suddenly your vision begin to blur, you dropped the cup of tea and as you fade out of consciousness you landed in someone’s arm…

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You blinked as your conscious slowly came back. As your vision adjust to the light you can see that you are in a elaborate room, seemingly decorated just for you. You would have enjoyed this room if it wasn’t for the gold chain on your leg connecting you to the bed.

You pulled on the chain hoping that maybe it will break.

“Baker, you’re awake!” 

You looked up to see Pure Vanilla walking in, pleasantly surprised you are awake.

“Pure Vanilla, what is this about,”

For a moment Pure Vanilla friendly facade fade away as he looked at you with a emotion that sent a shiver up your spine, before returning to his old self and saying,

“It’s for your safety, remember? We can’t let you get hurt, I will be terribly sad,”

You backed away from him,

“I don’t want this,”

Pure Vanilla pulled you into a hug, like old time and nothing has change.

“Shhhh, I know… neither do we,”

Suddenly he bit down on your shoulder, leaving behind a red mark .

You yelped in pain when you feel the mark started to burn and out of the corner of your eye you can see the mark slowly turning into a symbol.

You feel Pure Vanilla gently licking the mark as if to comfort you,

“There, there, it’s going to be okay,”

Pushing you onto the bed he peeled away your clothing, using his magic to make you unable to move.

Seemingly savoring your taste he gently sucks and lick your body, playing with your nipple using his tongue. Just as he reached your lower abdomen and you tried to hold in your moan, the door to the bedroom was blast open.

Dark Cacao stood in the doorway seemingly unpleased with what’s happening.

Unfazed Pure Vanilla looked up,

“My friend you’re here!”

“Seems like you started without me,” Dark Cacao said in a gruff voice before moving toward you,

“I do apologize, the Baker is just too cute I couldn’t resist,”

Shrugging his shoulder, Dark Cacao grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth, as Pure Vanilla fucked you with his tongue.

You was quickly brought to a orgasm, as you unwillingly moaned into the kiss.

Letting go, a silver of saliva connecting the two of you, Dark Cacao shoved his finger into your fold, causing you to gasp in pain.

Pure Vanilla looked at him disapprovingly,

“Dark Cacao, you’re hurting them,”

Ignoring your discomfort, he quickly pumped in and out before pulling out his finger and examine the wetness on it,

“They’re going to be in more pain later, might as well prep them first. At least they seem to be ready,”

Pure Vanilla sigh as he got up,

“I guess you’re right,” he caressed your face, “Shhhh don’t cry, my love. It’s okay, I will be gentle,”

With that you felt both of them positioning their members at both of your hole, before thrusting in at the same time. Filling you to the brim. You arched your back, trying to escape from the violation, but only succeeded in letting Pure Vanilla go into you deeper.

“St-stop, ah!”

You screamed when you felt Dark Cacao pushing your body down just as he was thrusting in, causing you to quickly orgasm.

“Careful!”

Unbothered Dark Cacao stroked your throat,

“It’s fine, little Baker enjoyed that, didn’t you?” He said as he tighten his gripped on your throat,

You shook your head desperately as your air flow was cut off.

Ignoring your plea, Pure Vanilla sigh,

“Well, if you say so,” before picking up his pace and the both of them started to fuck you silly,

After who know how long, both of their pounding become erratic and they both release their cream inside you. Pure Vanilla smile cheerfully at you tear stained face and gently kiss the corner of your eyes. Before switching position with Dark Cacao and started fucking you again.

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As you laid there in the darkness, the chain on your leg jingle, as if the last call for freedom. As you was repeatedly use as a fuck toy, kept secret in the name of safety, you wouldn’t know that Pure Vanilla was the one that orchestrated it all.

After all if it was to keep you safe and with him, he doesn’t mind sharing, after all he is quite benevolent.

[adminbryantsaki]

Sneak peek redo

Spicytober 2022 masterlist redo

(Hello everyone, I’m back for my own version of Kinktober. I’m calling it Spicytober. My version for this year will be a mix of spicy and wholesome prompts featuring a wider spread of characters.  There will be the usual duo of Erasermic as was featured last year. I plan to do all 31 days but I might only get around to doing 15. I Don’t own any of the characters from My Hero Academia, Horikoshi Kohei does. If any of the prompts below aren’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move along. Reader discretion is advised. I did them all *victory yell*)

*= spicy/nsfw story (Not always smut)

~= wholesome story.

If you see both symbols then its a wholesome story with spicyness mixed in.

1.Walk in the woods. (Aizawa) ~

2.Breeding, Nesting, Rut (Hawks) *

3.Scenting/marking(Hizashi) *

4.Going to a pumpkin patch(With the golden trio [Shoto, Bakugo, Midoriya]) ~

5.Chase in the woods/ Alone in the woods (Hawks/Aizawa) *

6.Cockwarming (Hizashi) *

7.Domestic chores (Aizawa) *

8.Baking with Eri (with reader as her mom and Aizawa as her dad) *

9.Incubator/Oviposition (Merman Hizashi) *

 10. Oviposition (Avian Hawks) *

11.Ovipostion (Naga Aizawa) *

12.Waking the other up gently( Tokoyami x Tsuyu) *~

13.Somnophilia (Aizawa) *

14.Teacher x Teacher’s aid (Aizawa or Hizashi x reader) *

15. Aftercare (pt1. Hawks) *

16. Corn maze (With the golden trio [Shoto, Bakugo, Midoriya])~

17. Cozy up by the fireplace (Hizashi)*~

 18.Getting tied up (Aizawa)*

 19.Yandere/ breaking in (Hizashi)*

20.Making fall décor (Eri)~

21. Helping prep for winter (tsuyu x tokoyami)~

22.Aphrodisiacs (Hizashi x hawks)*

 23.Going to a coffee shop (Aizawa)~

 24. Pregnancy/ breeding ( hawks)*

25. Mpreg ( Erasermic)*

26. Tentacles/stomach bulge (Hizashi)*

27.Costumes ( Hawks)*~

28.Haunted house  (tokoyami x tsuyu)  *

29.Jack-o-lanterns ( eri)~

30.Aftercare pt.2 (Erasermic)*~

31. Trick or treat ( Shoto, Deku, Bakugo) ~

[soulntes]

- AVATAR KINKTOBER -

NOTICE...

this master list will include posts of avatar characters like miles quaritch/jake sully/tsu'tey/ and tonowari for the prompt lists with my ocs. either i will write for each or one character and on the exact day.

WARNINGS...

prompt lists with kinks listed above will include kinks, foreplay, sex positions, masterbation, oral and anal ECT.. on the post before you read further.

DAY 1 : HANDJOB [MILES] [JAKE SULLY] [TSU'TEY] [TONOWARI]

DAY 2 : EATING OUT [MILES] [JAKE] [TSU'TEY] [TONOWARI]

DAY 3 : THIGH RIDING

DAY 4 : CHOKING / SPANKING

DAY 5 : DADDY KINK

DAY 6 : BLINDFOLDED

DAY 7 : BLOWJOB

DAY 8 : VOYEURISM

DAY 9 : ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION

DAY 10 : KNIFE KINK

DAY 11 : RESTRAINTS

DAY 12 : FINGERING

DAY 13 : IN PUBLIC

DAY 14 : SIXTY NINE

DAY 15 : SIZE DIFFERENCE

DAY 16 : TOYS

DAY 17 : BEGGING

DAY 18 : MIRROE SEX

DAY 19 : THREESOME

DAY 20 : EDGING

DAY 21 : PHONE/THROAT COM SEX

DAY 22 : IN THE SHOWER / TUB / RIVER / OCEAN

DAY 23 : BITING

DAY 24 : ROUGH

DAY 25 : CAUGHT MASTERBATING

DAY 26 : OVERSTIMULATION

DAY 27 : ANAL

DAY 28 : PRAISE / DEGRADATION

DAY 29 : DIRTY TALK

DAY 30 : MUTUAL MASTERBATION

DAY 31 : A/B/O

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Helppp I feel so dumb for not knowing that was already on your kicktober list from last year 😭🙏 not me being proud of myself for thinking I came up with a good, original idea 🥲

ANYWAYS... I know you still have a bunch of works to get to from last year but I honestly have a lot more ideas I think that are original or not that popular.

I don't really expect you to use these tho just because I'm pretty sure you have a bunch of ideas aswel!!!

Ok moving on. 🤩

Stalker!Toji

it would have drugging (not really a kink 🤷‍♀️),EXTRA dirty talk, and public sex 😍

He’s been watching you for a while now ever since you caught his eye while bartending at a local club, after following you home every night,needing to know more about you, one night he comes to the club, offering you a “friendly” drink on him, but who knows what he does with it once you turn your back 😈

that’s basically the “plot”, you can change it however u want 😭 I tried to keep it short so you could think of some ideas for it yourself 🫠

(I have 0 idea how to write) but i definitely think it would be noncon/dubcon but reader would enjoy/consent in the end, like you said in your general warnings on kinktober 23

Succubus!Sukuna

Okk I’m pretty sure this was already done before but I have my own twists 🤭

Virginity Loss (reader), Monsterfucking, Dumbification

Your friends were all talking about how they already lost their virginity and it made you feel left out that you couldn’t relate, so you do some research on the internet on how to easily lose your virginity and find out about Succubus’s, you do some deep digging and find out how to actually summon one! Obviously thinking it’s not gonna work, you follow the directions.

I didn’t know how to end it off so it’s a bit trashy… I actually really like this idea 😫

ClutLeader!Geto

I know he’s a cult leader in general but in a lot of peoples AUs he isn’t, plus i imagine this one a little darker, anyways it would have sex toys, bondage, edging.

You join a cult bc some reason you wanted to, you were a total newbie when you first joined in, you didn’t know where anything was or any of the rules, so you end up roaming the halls in the middle of the night, trying to create a map in your head, until clutleader!Geto finds you mindlessly wandering around and decided to take likening to you.

I could have totally continued going but…yknow 🤷‍♀️ you don’t have to use these at all there just plus you already used all these characters from last year, I just thought it would be fun sharing it, you can totally switch up the kinks to your liking if you do decide to use one of these, I just picked out ones that went well with the idea.

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Nooo 🪼 pookiess dont feel bad! That just means its an extra good idea if we both thought it up!

Stalker!Toji - so my YOU fic The Nursery is pretty much stalker Toji. But I can do more of a one shot kidnapping scenario as—omg wait you just gave me such a good idea and it has nothing to do with this but its still for toji dfjhadskhsdfkj. I can't spill the tea now until i work it out more but *kisses u*

Succubus!Sukuna - hehe is this genderbent sukuna? Succubus is the female demon that goes after males and Incubus is the male demon that goes after females. I can do something similar though like with a ouija board or something. its been done before so i would have to think of something unique for him. (also i might end up doing incubus!geto)

CultLeader!Geto - you know ive never done anything for him as a cult leader. Theres been so many delicious fics too, but I will think of something. Definitely could explore something here. Although I do write my readers kinda sassy so let me think on how this would go down. This also could just be bimbo reader. fhsdksjhdjkfshdbv.

But tysm for the ideas!! I do appreciate them. Even if I don't use them it can be nice just to get the prompts as that helps me with other fics too! 💓 🫶🏽

[raccoonfallsharder]

Day 31: Wyndham; or, The Galactic Prometheus

i decided to base this final kinktober 2023 piece on a number of days i missed. this will not be everyone’s cup of tea so please, please read the prompts, tags, and warnings. darker than my usual offerings.

smut ♡ (day 31 ~ free space) day 21: hate sex ♡ day 23: dirty talk, begging, cnc ♡ day 26: choking ♡ day 29: creampie (tbh more of an "inspired by" than a strict adherence) 18+ only • Word Count: 13,512 Summary: a smutty  ode to a classic ♡ mary shelley’s frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus. au rocket essentially lives the creature's life; visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night per the novel. things go off the rails from there. no use of y/n & minimal editing. heyooo this is fucked, sorry. i swear i'm not as depressed as these last two offerings make me sound and tomorrow's florescence❀ post should prove that… WARNING for one-sided hate-sex; dubcon i think? not entirely sure how to flag this. i mean, reader is very into it and at least some level of explicit consent is given but there’s definitely an argument for coercion and like, very imbalanced power dynamics, with no safe word. plus the hate part. non-affectionate degradation and name-calling, unethical dom/sub vibes, choking, hair pulling, pussy slapping, spanking, overstimulation. rocket is mean. there’s a version of this with a darker ending but this one is… i don’t know. probably as happy/fluffy an ending as it possibly can be? there's implied aftercare? ADDITIONAL WARNINGS for references to childhood (nonsexual) abuse & grooming of reader, emotional abuse, gaslighting, vague references to suicidal ideations and planning, thoughts of death. no CSA.

based on day 31 (and 21, 23, 26, and 29) of @flightlessangelwings’ Kinktober 2023 Prompt List banner created by @the-purity-pen ♡♡♡

Something is terribly wrong.

It has been for years, if you’re being honest. You can’t even remember the way food tastes without the sick slickness of dread filling your mouth.

The fact that this new planet reminds you of home makes your ribs tighten around your heart, a calcium jawtrap for your lungs. The teeth punch through, and you’re drowning in your own blood. The planet is so close — but it’s not quite right, which just makes it all the more uncanny. Herbert had told you the sky would be as blue and clear as Terra’s, and the buildings all look like older versions of the ones you had left behind. But it’s been storming since you arrived: boiling clouds the color of bruises, and electric strikes like grasping, broken fingers. The air smells all wrong — like bad days near the pig-slaughtering factory you'd lived down the street from as a child. All day, your hands have been frigid, fingers shivering. Someone is watching me, you think. Countless times, you’d thought you’d felt a breath on your neck and whirled around, only to realize that once again, you’re completely alone.

You haven’t seen anyone, anywhere.

Anyone except for Vim and Theel, that is. They stalk soundlessly beside you, cold and cloying, guiding you through the icy Pyramid that will be your new home. You try not to take your discomfort out on them, but they’re making it worse: staring soullessly with their dead eyes, watching you like you’re an insect to take apart, leg by leg. A set of butterfly wings, to be descaled.

Then they titter and flatter you, and the sick feeling in your stomach rises.

The storm continues to infect the sky like black rot, and Vim and Theel bow and scrape in a way that makes you feel like an idiot, like you’re an innocent walking willingly to a sacrificial altar, lured by promises of flowers or a few friendly words.

But you’re not walking willingly anymore, are you? You just don’t have anywhere else to go. Herbert has made sure of that.

read more on ao3 ♡ hate sex | dirty talk, begging, cnc | choking | creampie read Day 24: Giftwrap ♡ lingerie read Day 20: Tech ♡ sex toys read Days 18 and 19: Good Dreams ♡ dacryphilia & somnophilia read Day 17: Triptych ♡ praise read Day 15: Sunshine ♡ against a wall read Day 14: Soft ♡ nipple/tit play read Day 13: Proof ♡ recording read Day 12: Heavy Artillery ♡ gunplay read Day 11: Nod for Yes ♡ blindfold read Day 9: Practice ♡ hunter/prey read Day 8: Turbulence ♡ cockwarming

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