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Pinning over the Market Vendor

[Mbrandon/Reader ]

❥Character: Mbrandon Beefpuncha ❥Fandom: Invincible Fight Girl ❥Tags: Scenario/Headcannons, Gender neutral reader, SFW, Mutual Pinning, Crushes, First dates, Civilian!Reader ❥Synopsis: Well known wrestler Mbrandon has too much to focus on from his career to maintaining the family buisness, and yet he ends up crushing on an ordinary vendor. ❥A/n: I can't find anything for this man, like I heard of the show but when I saw screenshots of him I was like "...Yeup, he's my type" and you guys know me enough that i love writing for obscure characters -w-) Watch Invicible Fight Girl!!!111

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❥ He's seen you around the Tenderizer market occasionally, most of the time when you're carrying more than one crate that seems too much for you. His gaze lingers on you more than it should but he doesn't make any efforts to approach you, so you trail into the back of his mind.

❥ Mbrandon isn't one to pursue romance nor develop relationships that don't involve his career as a wrestler. (Opening Act is an exception cause he's both his friend but also a stage rival)

❥ He's dedicated to the family business and wouldn't allow himself distractions, there's also the high chance his father wouldn't approve of you. It's because of this loyalty to the family name that Mbrandon doesn't even consider the idea of pursuing something he would like.

❥ It isn't until after his match with Andy did he gain a different perspective. With a newfound appreciation for his brother, it's safe to say he wasn't happy with the way their father treated Mikey, so although he still respects him and will continue to wrestle under Beefpuncha and sons- the loyalty he has to him isn't as strong as it used to.

❥This made him become bold enough to talk to you. So the next time he sees you carrying those crates, he drops whatever he's doing at the moment and heads your way.

❥ "Let me help you with that." He removes the weight from your arms and you're left standing there perplexed.

"...My stand is not too far from here." You squeak, and guide him as he follows you.

"I'm Mbrandon by the way."

"Oh I know who you are, you're quite a big name around these parts." Is all you manage to say.

❥ The walk is awkward and silent, both because you know his family name and that makes you kind of intimidated and also because Mbrandon doesn't know how to strike up conversation with you that isn't about wrestling or punching frozen meat.

❥ "Here it is." You announce as he lowers the crates, your stand is very humble and small, which doesn't leave him with much to do so he bids his farewell.

❥ He smacks his head as he believes he made a fool of himself for not talking more to you

❥ The following day you're taking your usual routine past the Beefpuncha building but today you're carrying a single crate. Either way Mbrandon seems to be lingering outside as he immediately spots you, this time he came prepared as he had the entire night to visualize his interaction with you.

❥ "You're traveling light today I see." he notices.

"Yeah, I figured I shouldn't push my luck since there's not gonna be a knight in shining armor to help me out. all the time"

You didn't intend to compliment him that way, but it still came out of its own and it had Mbrandon crack a smile. "Who knows, maybe he shows up when you need him the most?"

"Uh huh, and what would he help me with if I have everything handled?" You tone was less playful now which made Mbrandon doubt himself.

The question took him out of it for a second, believing that you were asking him to give you some space but upon since his "thinking face" you broke your look with a chuckle.

"I'm just messing with you, but I do appreciate the company."

❥ Mbrandon companies you to your stand again but this time he's more relaxed with the two of you making small talk, it's mostly him asking about your day, he wanted to know everything about you since apparently you already knew a few things about him from word of mouth.

❥ This went on a few more times, you'd walk past the Beefpuncha building on your way to work with a few crates or not, unfortunately he wasn't in the loading dock all the time but when he did he would greet you with the same smile as he offers to help you out.

❥ One day however, he noticed you weren't carrying any crates but instead two bottled drinks. "I didn't have to restock today so I figured I'd take advantage of my free hands and bring you something. It took me a moment to figure out what you would like but I had the feeling it had to be blue."

❥ Mbrandon was perplexed for a moment until he looked down at his uniform, oh right.

"Thanks, I should you pay you back somehow." he took the offered sports drink and took notice of how large his hand was compared to yours. His thoughts were about how it would feel to hold them in his but for some reason you looked away with the tiniest of smiles, whatever crossed your mind he figured it was probably something different than his. Not that he mind.

"Don't worry about it, I figured it would help you out more than a coffee." You took a sip of your own drink.

The idea struck him, realizing this was the right moment to make his move. "Then how about I invite you to a coffee sometime?"

❥ He didn't know what to expect, he was confident that you'd atleast say 'maybe someday' with how well things were going, or maybe he misread things and a rejection was also possible. But what he didn't expect was how fast you said. "I'd love that! I m-mean, what about your job?" You point a finger at the Beefpuncha building.

❥ Mbrandon didn't like the churn of his stomach when the family business got in the way of his plans, it reminded him of his blind worship of his father from some time ago but he wasn't going to let it consume every aspect of his life. Starting today.

"I'll make some time for you."

This made your heart skip a beat, your coffee almost hitting the floor to where you had to hold it with both hands. "I'd appreciate that." Your voice was smooth, genuine and grateful.

❥ "What about your own stand?" Mbrandon asks as he starts walking with you.

You raise a hand to your chin, contemplating the thought. "Hmm, I'll have to check with my boss..." When they reach the stand and Mbrandon doesn't see anyone else there, you just do a 180° and say. "They said I can have the day off whenever I want." You immediately start giggling, and despite being the serious man he is Mbrandon can't help with chuckle a bit himself too.

❥ He hasn't gone on a date since highschool, so he's a bit rusty when it comes to things he should keep in mind. How should he act? What should he wear?

❥ As the time gets near he's left with no option and ends up calling Opening Act. It takes a moment for him to come to terms with the fact that MBRANDON IS GOING ON A DATE! But still helps him nevertheless, like I get the feeling Opening Act goes on his own fair shares of date cause man his personality just draws you in, so with that knowledge I can imagine he comes to the conclusion that. "It's the first date, you don't need to wear anything fancy. But you still need to make a good impression."

❥ It feels weird seeing Mbrandon dressed so casually, but he still pulled out his nice pair of running shoes and body spray.

❥ He wasn't ready to see you wearing casual clothes either, normally you'd wear an unflattering apron and bland coloring for the sake of bot staining your everyday clothing, but today it's like he caught of glimpse of your personality with the way you wore your favorite colors.

❥ It's like he became infatuated all over again like when he first saw you.

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Apologies for the radio silence!

I moved to a different city back in October of last year and I've been figuring out things like a new job and moving out of my aunt's couch, the good news is that I've finally settled and things have been stable enough for me to write again.

Ugh, I haven't even made a 2025 masterlist yet -_-)'

Anyways, I was watching an animated series and someone caught my eye enough for me to write headcannons for... Here's a hint:

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Sorry for the sudden silence, I moved to a different state two weeks ago and have been focused on job hunting ever since. The stress has me stuck in a writers block which bums me out like you have no idea, it doesn't help that I missed out on the prompts, I'll get back into it once things get steady.

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[Day 10] Somnophilia

Character: Vampire King Tags: NS/FW, Dubious consent, Somnophilia, Fem!reader, one sided pinning, Vampire King is a bit of an entitled asshole in this ngl Word count: 1335 Synopsis: You're a hardworking farmhand who lives a simple life until one day you start receiving strange gifts on your window from a secret admirer, you're absolutely smitten and decide to leave your window open at night in hopes of meeting your admirer.

You take a seat at the cushion chair beside your window, admiring the way moonlight illuminates the new sprouts blooming onto the fields outside your home, your handiwork has you brimming with pride and joy but it doesn't undermine the fatigue it left on your body even after a nice warm shower.

There's not much on your mind as you brush the knots and dirt out of your wet hair in short strokes. You're dressed in a simple sleeping gown, just quietly staring into the night sky until your eyes are drawn to the base exterior of your window still, where you see a single wild flower. You didn't think much of it because you assumed a bird must've grabbed it for its nest but then left it there. So you went to bed without giving it another thought.

The next day went as usual; you fed your animals, watered your crops, and weeded your fields, but when you took a shower later that night and sat down by the window to wash your hair, you were met with the sight of a spare button on your window. It was a strange event that only became stranger when a small rusty key appeared the next day, leading you to believe that a crow had taken to your liking and left them behind, but the gifts became more elaborate as the week progressed, with wreaths made of twigs and a crudely little statue made of dried mud that resembled a cow. It was now becoming a mystery in and of itself as you tend to your barn animals' stalls during the day. When you returned inside your home, you didn't find anything on the window, so you continued on and took your daily shower, only to find there was another gift waiting for you when you came out, this time it was more flowers bundled together in a bouquet with leaves and string with a piece of paper sticking out. It was a letter. This made you realize you had a secret admirer of some sort.

Whoever it was, they wrote to you in such a beautiful and poetic style about how beautiful you are and how enthralled they are with you, making you feel unique and happy on the inside. This change in events replaced your mindless brushing with thoughts about your secret admirer; how were they? Why do they only leave you gifts at night? Were they shy? Your days were less monotonous as you excitedly awaited nightfall to see what was waiting for you on your window, even if you didn't realize you were missing a cow or two. One night, as you continued to glance out the window, believing that your admirer was somewhere in the darkness, you took the risk of leaving your window open in the hopes of a nightly visit; little did you know about the true monster you let into your home.

The figure approaching your window is tall and broad, like a variety of animals, all predatory in nature. He arrives with another item in hand but comes to a halt when he notices the curtains in your room swaying in the mild breeze, presenting the open window as not only an invitation to your personal quarters but also an opportunity to ravish you to his liking; after all, you accepted his gifts, according to his logic.

The room is already dark enough that he blends in naturally, striding into it with the entitlement of a king. His reptilian hand gently caresses your cheek as he admires the serenity of your face when you sleep and the closeness because he has only seen you from afar and through your window, so the fact that he can finally touch you like this almost feels unreal and dreamlike. The vampire king kneels in front of your bed and lowers his face to yours, sniffing you and inhaling the scent of fresh soap as he removes your blanket, revealing more of your body to his lustful slitted eyes. "Oh, my dearest, you are an oasis for this thirsty creature... And I am ready to consume all of you." He whispers to himself, gradually separating your legs as the bed sinks and he positions himself between your thighs to give your slit a cautious lick with his forked tongue.

You begin trembling in your sleep, and the external feelings of your body translate into your dreams, appearing as a scene in which you finally meet your hidden admirer, who appears fuzzy as your brain tries to fill in the blanks of someone you've never met before. The dream begins sweet and serene, with him scoping you up bridal style away from your farmwork and taking you ballroom dancing, but the delicacy of the dream evolves into something more explicit as he lifts you up and onto his face, dipping himself into your dress to lap up your pussy with a feverishness you've never felt before, leaving you moaning both in the dream and outside of it. The vampire king continues to feast on your pussy folds, soaking them in your juices and his own drool as he salivates all over you. After figuring out that you were more than prepared for him, he removed his face from you and exposed his hardened cock to the cool air of your bedroom, shivering at the temperature contrast as he grips your hips and slowly slides his massive length inside of you in a deliciously but arduous manner, with your body reacting on its own as it tightens around the intrusion. The vampire king places one of his hands on your belly when he finally fits all of him inside of you, causing your stomach to bulge when he points it upwards. In your dream you're living the same situation, with your admirer growing twice your size and stuffing you full with his cock as he grabs onto your hips and starts thrusting into you like his life depended on it, it isn't until one particularly hard thrust that it snapped you awake and you find yourself going back and forth as you look at the beast fucking you on your bed to the point it's creaking loudly. The sight of him startles you, from his lion face to the sharp teeth within his mouth as he pants heavily at the intense feeling of his bright red cock throbbing inside your pussy and the hold his reptilian hands had on the sun kissed skin of your hips. It's an erotic sight, to be sure, but it also leaves you confused and angry at the invasion of your privacy. "Who are you, what-"

"I'm your secret admirer, your mate." he paused and nuzzled his nose into your shoulder. "And I'm here to take what's mine. You accepted my gifts, you let me inside." He grunts, continuing to fuck you even as you're questioning him.

"Yeah but that wasn't an invitation to fuck! You haven't even asked me out for dinner-"

"You're talking too much." He sounds annoyed, so he placed a hand on your head and used his vampire magic or whatever to send you asleep once more.

You crash down onto your bed like a sack of potatoes, but that doesn't stop the pleasurable stimulation that creeps into your dreams in different scenarios. Your admirer's once blurry face now resembles the vampire king in all his nude glory, with his bare chest warming yours as he lifted your legs over his shoulders and railed into you without abandon. There was a flash of various positions, but they were all visually erotic and pleasurable, with drool falling on the corner of your mouth in your body outside of your dreams, what you don't see is the way the vampire king cradles your sleeping body against his when he comes undone all over you as an animalistic side of his mind enjoys having you covered in his scent. The king leans his face against your neck, opting back and forth between biting you or not...

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[Day 9] Bondage

Character: Green Knight Tags: NS/FW, Bondage, war setting, Enemy sides, mutual pinning, knife play, past relationships, lovers and enemies, non specific genitals for the reader, gender neutral Word count: 1575 Synopsis: The war between Princess Bubblegum and Gumbald is still ongoing and the Green Knight is captured by the enemy, fortunately he is caught by an old friend but that doesn't mean they'll make the capture less humiliating.

The land and its inhabitants have been affected by this battle for longer than anyone had expected; the once- vibrant grassy hills that were typical across Ooo have been trampled over, dried up into gritty soil and dead vegetation in favor of dusty trenches and campsites. It is in one of these campsites that you are currently stationed in Princess Bubblegum's army; what began as a show of support for a friend has turned into a whole new responsibility as you organize and plan safe trade routes for your fellow candy tropes and allies, but even if you are not directly sent into action like Finn and Jake, you are unexpectedly caught up in confrontations with Gumbald's own forces, such as today. You were delivering a cargo of sugar rations through unsavory territory when you were ambushed by the enemy, but this was no ordinary pawn; Gumbald had sent one of his strongest knights.

The green knight was only armed with his sword and axe, but he was just as deadly as the artillery PB used--he sliced down your team one by one, but that didn't mean you went down easily; you unsheathed your own weapon as it made contact with his in a deafening clash as the moonlight reflected on the sharp thorns on his armor, a vibrant green you'd only seen in your deepest dreams about the past when you once called this man more than a friend.

"You're losing your touch." He speaks through his helmet, sounding nothing like the Fern you used to know. In response to the remark, you push back and swing your blade to the side, causing the knight to slash in the wrong direction and miss you entirely. "You're getting a bit rusty yourself, are those gum wads making you soft?" You make fun of him, which adds fuel to the fire.

The two of you continue to fight, trading blows and sarcastic remarks until one of you misses and pays for it by losing consciousness. When the green knight awoke, he found himself bound by rope, but not in the usual way that one would expect as a prisoner of war. The first thing he noticed was that he was far from any campsite and was in the middle of nowhere, with you sitting beside a dim lamp while playing with a switchblade; he could see the wreckage of your failed convoy a few feet away, but you still made an effort to drag him away from the main road. The second thing that caught his attention was the way you tied him, with the rope encircling his thighs and chest and drawing his arms behind him so that he sat up straight.

"And where did you learn to make knots like this?" He croaked from behind his helmet, still sounding smug but with a dry throat. "Wouldn't you like to know?" You put the switchblade away as you adjusted to sit cross-legged and concentrate entirely on the knight. "You could've learned more about me if you didn't choose to work for the enemy."

The knight emits loud sighs. "I picked the stronger side, we've been making things rough for little miss Bubblegum haven't we?" You realize it's true, but you didn't give him the satisfaction of hearing it from your lips. "It'll be over soon, then Gumbald and the rest of you will pay for your crimes." "Is that why I am tied up? Is this humiliation part of the punishment? Are you waiting for your friends to find me like this and lock me up?" His tone of voice shifted into something more taunting, which you didn't like, but you went along with it.

"Perhaps... If it wasn't because I like seeing you like this." You take out your switchblade again, carrying it with you as you stand up and walk up to the tied knight, stooping down in front of him; he's still freakishly tall, so you'd barely make eye contact with him if it weren't for the helmet. "Let me see your face." You touch the helm with your blade, but he does not cooperate, which makes sense; why would he? "Why? I'm not the same person you knew."

You exhale a brief laugh from your nose. "I'm more than aware of that. But I'm sure you still have the same weak spots." You remark with a devilish look in your eye, partially obscured by the harsh shadows casting from the lamp. "...Like here." You run the tip of the blade to the side of his neck, where the helmet ends and only a collar covers his neck, and you replace the blade with your lips, gliding them over him but never touching as you simply fan him with your warm breath. "And here." This time you poked your index finger under his chin, you noticed the small pricks of pointy grass running up his shoulder like a visible shiver, pushing you forward to poke more of his weak spots. There's no denying the pent-up desire between you two, because surviving a war is no fun for anyone, and this pocket of time you're sharing with him is like being in a bubble where nothing else exists but you and this knight.

It's almost hypnotizing how the ropes compress against his chest plate as it rises with each inhale, tightening and constricting on the muscle of his thighs and forearms that lack armor. You return your focus to his helmet, pressing the back of your fingers against the tiny holes that mask his heavy breathing as you inquire once more. "Let me see your face," you say softly, hoping to see the man beneath the armor. The knight turns away from you, leading you to believe he is going to reject your request, but when he returns to you, his visor opens, revealing the face of the young man you once knew, but with a few more years gracing his facial features, as evidenced by his darkened eyelids and more prominent cheekbones, but what you're focusing on are the flustered state of his cheeks and the droplets of sweat running down the corner of his face. You lower yourself to meet his lips, which are rough and chapped but return your kiss with the same fervor that you've only seen him share with you on the battlefield. He remains in his position, still bound by your ropes, while you freely cup your hands on his face and run your hands down his body until they land on the lower portion of his armor. His desire for you is clear, and you want nothing more than to accept it, but something is holding you back.

"No one will find out." the knight says, almost as if reading your mind.

"What was that?" you ask, making sure you weren't hearing things.

"I'm your prisoner now aren't I? You can do whatever you want to me, no one will know."

Even if his words are true, there will still be some hesitancy when you touch him, even if it's just a little. However, after you look into his eyes, all of your worries are gone, like the dirt washing off your face after an unexpected rainfall. With this newfound assurance, you take off your lower clothing and get on the knight's lap, even if he still struggles between the ropes. From his perspective, there is an erotic quality to being at your mercy; he is more than used to obeying commands every day, yet he finds that submission to your touch is more satisfying than winning any battles in recent years. A new and exhilarating discovery to him. Without his helmet on, you can hear more of Fern's voice as it hitches up every time you lower yourself on him, every moan that grows in intensity as you pick up the pace and he's unable to match your rhythm, so he's left bucking his hips to the best of his abilities while still being tied up, but that's just part of the fun of having his limbs restricted. You thank the globs for not destroying your hearing because you would not have been able to hear Fern's pleas and jaw-dropping moans as you use him for your own pleasure and alongside it, brought his orgasm crashing down on him like a fright train, leaving him a beautiful blushing mess with drool spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Sadly enough you don't stay within his personal space for too long, pulling yourself away from him and fixing your clothes.

"When will i see you again?" his voice is soft and tender, it has your heart aching for him already.

"Hopefully not so soon, after this loss Bubblegum is gonna make sure the next platoon taking the cargo is well armed." The switchblade that was previously in your possession was now dropped in front of him, drawing his attention to you as you clear your throat before speaking. "There's another campsite on the northwest, if you don't wanna be caught again i suggest you go in the opposite direction."

You thought you were doing him a favor, something for the sake of your relationship before the war, but you were horribly mistaken as the Knight rose up and effortlessly broke free from your restraints with the sharp side of his arm that transformed into a blade. His face is concealed by his helmet as it morphs back into its original shape. "And what if I took you prisoner instead?"

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[Day 8] Deep throating

Character: Scorcher Tags: NSF/W, Oral sex, Dubious consent (basically suck dick or die), gender neutral pronouns for the reader Word count: 1428 Synopsis: You've made many enemies who have tried to send hitmen after you but they didn't prove to be much of a threat until one of them has you begging for your life, so you're left to make a deal with him.

You've made a lot of enemies throughout your criminal career as a weapons dealer, mostly rival dealers and police enforcement, but it's never been a problem for you, especially since you are constantly armed. With this reassurance, you sit comfortably in a reclining sofa, your favorite drink in hand, admiring the sunset that casts its final glow over the current kingdom you live in. Your living room lights have been dimmed so you can completely enjoy the sunset through the huge windows. Unbeknownst to you, a figure lurks in the shadowy corners of your suite. He gets closer and closer, aiming a knife at your throat, but before he can do so, another hitman attacks him, choking him with a deadly smog that wrecks his lungs from the inside out.

"What the-?" You turn around to see the body of a stranger fall and stain your once pristine carpet. The smoke coming from his mouth is sentient in the way it moves and consistently emits more and more until it takes the shake of a tall lean man covered in bandages and flame, "a hit man" by the looks of it. And yet, you smirk at the sight of him. What kind of weapons dealer would you be if you didn't have any to protect yourself?

"Intruder!" You shout, ducking behind your couch for safety as your voice activates heavy-duty laser blasters aimed specifically at the tall hitman. You cover your ears with your hands as lights flash throughout your living room, but what you fail to realize is that this man is no ordinary hitman. At first, he struggles to remove the lazers' sights from him, but he discovers that the corpse of the previous hitman serves as an effective meat shield that redirected the lazers' direction away from him, making it easier when he tossed fireballs at each blaster, causing them to explode. By the time you removed your hands from your ears and no longer heard the blasters, you assumed they had vaporized him into goo, but to your horror, you turned around to see him looming above you with murderous intent in his glowing eyes. Your first thought is to go for the gun beneath the side table next to your couch, but he caught wind of your attempt and kicked the table away with such force that it shattered apart as it smacked into the wall. The fear finally dawns over you as he uses his foot to easily roll you to your back, you body going limp as shock and terror over took you, but that didn't mean your brain didn't stop thinking of a way out.

"Wait, wait! Whatever your employer paid you, I can double--no, triple it!" You raise your hands in defeat to prove that you are not going to fight back, but this does not persuade the hitman, who already has flames in his palm and purposefully lowers it to your face as you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. "Come on dude, I will do anything! I've worked too hard to die now; how about I give you a yacht? Or do you want me to embarrass myself? I could do a stupid ass dance if that's more your thing, or I could even suck you off!"

The hitman falters a bit at the mention of that last bit, his eyes briefly looking at your lips before lowering his fire so close to your face you start sweating more than you already were.

"Okay, how about this—? I'll suck you off and make it worth your time; if you're satisfied, I'll make a contract with you that can override the one you previously signed, with money included; if you don't like it, go ahead and kill me." You offer confidently but with a slight tremble in your voice; even with death at your door, you use some salesman methods. "What do you say??"

The hitman stops his hand from burning your face as he considers the deal; with his face obscured, you have no idea if he's convinced or not, but the second he extinguished the fire from his hand, you felt so happy and relieved that you could cheer in celebration- at least that was before realizing you're not out of the woods yet and that there's work to do. Given his strength and stature, the hitman grabbed you and dumped you onto your couch as if you were made of rags. The sudden drop had you a little dazed, and by the time you refocused your vision, you had an erect cock right in front of you. It took you off guard, there's no denying that, with its size being fairly common for his height, but the upside down angle made it appear more intimidating since it belonged to an equally intimidating man.

Scorcher grabbed your jaw with a single hand, slowly and tantalizingly running his thumb over your bottom lip as you parted your lips instinctively, causing your crotch to begin beating alongside your heart as he stuck his thumb in your mouth and played with the base of your tongue- tilting his head slightly and nodding in confirmation before removing it and replacing it with the head of his cock. Unlike the sensual movement with his hand, he's rougher when he puts his cock in your mouth, which makes sense given that this is all for him, so you do your part and open wide, rolling your tongue on the underside of his cock, accurately tracing the vein underneath even if the push of his hips moves you back and forth. He likes the way you use your tongue, based on the sound of his grunts, holding himself on the side of the couch with one hand while the other goes to your hair, tugging it as he dwells deeper to the point where he hits the back of your throat, prompting you to hold onto the couch's cushion to ground yourself. Tears are already pooling in the corners of your eyes, but that doesn't stop the moans that ripple out of your throat as your body twitches pleasantly at this man using your throat as his personal fuck toy, with your mind wondering how it would feel inside of you- one of your hands wanders up between your legs, but Scorcher grabs it and pins it right beside your body and orders you to keep it there.

"Focus solely on me." He speaks for the first and only time, a warning as he continues fucking your mouth.

It's a shame he doesn't speak up more because his voice sounds like pure sex, especially now that it lowers into grunts and groans as he speeds up his thrusts, the movements causing his ballsack to hit the top portion of your face, but it's nothing more than a second thought because there's spit dribbling down the corners of your mouth as you continue to use your tongue to the best of your abilities. Your throat hurts, your jaw aches, and your crotch pleads for attention, but the thought of your life being on the line motivates you to hold on a bit longer. Fortunately, it appears you were doing something right, because Scorcher grows erratic for a few more thrusts before standing still and spilling his cum into your throat without warning. The first spurt caught you off guard, and you choked a little before properly preparing for the rest of him and swallowing without a second thought.

You were finally able to breathe and cough when he yanked his cock out of your mouth with a vulgar pop, rolling to your side as you struggled to control your breathing and wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth. "So, what happens now mister hitman?" you ask between coughs, using your hand to rub your throat.

Scorcher tucks himself away beneath his bandages, silently eyeing you once more with those crimson flames of his and tilting his head in thought. You unconsciously jump when he extends his hand toward you, but your dread fades when he creates a contract in front of you with a pen and a blank space underneath.

"You did good."

"Good?" You scoff, your pride getting the better of you. "Come on, you're willing to spare me my life and all I get is 'good'?" You play around, but the way Scorcher glared at you advised you not to push your luck. "Alright, alright." You take the pen and sign your name at the bottom, ensuring the fate of the person who originally sent Scorcher after you.

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Scorcher's prompt won't be ready for today, I have failed you all ;w;)

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[Day 7] Hate sex

Character: Scarab Tags: NSF/W, Coworkers, Hate sex, Unprotected sex, AFAB reader, Dominant Scarab, Choking, Dirty talk. Word count: 2188 Synopsis: No one in the company can stand Scarab's uptight personality, except for you. During a particular mission he strives to find out why you stay alongside him but ends up saying more than he intended. A/n: Sorry this one took longer to upload, became a bit longer than expected.

Five minutes for yourself, it's all you ask for. But it appears that you can't have that as long as you're Scarab's companion. You assume it's due to your exceptional skill that can match his, or  because you are the only one in the company who is less likely to try and kill him during a mission, either way you were the unfortunate one who was always partnered up with him. It's no secret that Scarab isn't popular at work due to his uptight attitude and the fact that he calls out at his coworkers for the most trivial of reasons while everyone just vibes together, so the fact that you can keep him from getting under your skin is a skill of itself. There's also a part of you that finds him attractive, but it doesn't override your frustration with his attitude. Yet.

He taps your feet off your desk with the tip of his walking stick and says, "We have an assignment, let's get moving."

You resist the urge to groan in annoyance. "We just got back from a previous mission, how about we take a quick break before heading out again?"

"Every second we're not capturing that criminal is a second they use to escape." He sharply reminds you in a condescending tone that he uses with practically everyone, and it appears that he won't be leaving you alone anytime soon, so you called it quits and rose up from your desk. 

"Let's get this over with."

It's your typical mission, where you and Scarab have to find a wanted criminal. Usually, Scarab will approach the culprit in disguise, and you will remain close by to stop them from getting away. You stay in your designated location, ready for anything, but when it came time to confront the criminal breaking through the windows above you, you met with a familiar face.

"Gregalon?" you ask in a confused voice, lowering your weapon at the sight of your former co-worker. He gasps at the sight of you as well, almost tempted to ask what you're doing here if it wasn't because he connected the dots himself, this was no time for friendly reunions. With a downward strike, Scarab lands on Gregalon, piercing his walking cane dangerously near his heart.

"Scarab stop!"

The look scarab gave you from underneath the bandages of his disguise was one that he took offence. "You're not one to make orders, may I remind you I'm you superior?"

"I have not forgotten. But we started in the same place, right? or did you forget how Gregalon would help us learn the ropes in our first few days? or how he'd always offer us pudding and cover for us when we needed a break?" you try to reason.

"He's a criminal now, he deserted from his post." His tone is cold, in stark contrast to your ferocious rage. 

"Cause he hasn't had a single vacation in a millennia! None of us have."  you raise your voice at him as if that were to get him to understand but apparently it's impossible with that thick exo-mask of his. "Can't you just cut him some slack?"

Scarab does not answer verbally, instead burrowing his spear deeper into the pavement, eliciting a painful cry from Greg as he effectively pins him to the ground as he walks calmly up to your face. "Do you want me to let him go? Because that would make you an accomplice to a crime, and I'd hate to turn in my partner." He pretends concerned, but you know it's all for show, especially with the faux caress your cheek with his index finger, preventing a response from you.

"I'm not asking you to let him go, I'm suggesting we capture him in a non-lethal manner." you stood your ground, there's still anger behind your tone but you try and keep it in check.

Just as you're having your conversation with Scrab, from behind him you see Gregalon remove the spear from his chest even if it meant gushing blood all over the place, you predicted his escape attempt and how Scarab was ready to deal the final blow- but before any of them could succeed you act on your own and flash your own weapon at him, but rather than kill him the flash encased Greg in an egg shaped crystal that reduced him to a pixelated sprite. As you fetch the glass egg from the ground you can already tell Scarab is right behind you, roughly grabbing you by the wrist before you could safely pocket the egg into your belt. "And what do you think you're doing?" his question is sharp, almost as his weapon.

"I'm securing our target without needlessly spill blood."

"You're not in position to make that decision, you respond to me." he just loves reminding you of his higher position even though you're not that too under him.

"Oh please, we both know the only reason you were assigned to this position is because no one can stand your ass back the headquarters, and I'm just here to babysit you because someone has to fill the reports without covering mistakes with whiteout." you scoff with a brief laugh, removing your wrist from his hold as you prepare your leave. "So if you have an issue with how i want to capture criminals we can discuss it with our manager. and let them decide-"

At first you believe that was enough to shut him up, but it was just wishful thinking. He pulled his weapon from the ground as he spoke. "I don't need your help. Hah, why... you can't even beat me in a fight." he challenges you.

This stops you in your tracks, slowly turning around to withdraw your weapon. "You sure about that, Scabby...?"

To any onlooker this would look like a fight to the death with how ruthless Scarab attacked you with the variety of shapes his walking cane would take, some would be a blade and other times it would be a laser but no matter what he threw your way he did so without holding back and neither did you, your fighting style was more on the melee side- with your weapon shapeshifting into weaponry you would use to power roundhouse kicks, punches and uppercuts he could full replicate with his own fighting style. But there was something thrilling about the whole thing, how he would grunt and curse whenever you landed a hit on him as well as the dubious whines he'd draw from you when his blade would make contact with your skin because you left yourself open, there was even a point where a droplet of your blood landed on his face and there was a 'blink and you'll miss it moment' where he lapped at it with his tongue.

"Getting tired yet?" you taunt, the duel leading the two of you into an abandoned factory of sorts.

"Was gonna ask you the same thing."

If there's one thing he has an advantage over you it's how, despite how stronger your punches are, they exhaust you faster. So it's in your best interest to end this soon or at least call a stalemate, but even if you managed to separate Scarab away from his main weapon he's still fast enough to keep up with you, so the second he trips backwards due to not paying attention to his surroundings you acted on impulse and straddle his hips landing punch after punch on the mask on his face even it it left your hands bloodied and didn't make a single dent on him. But you kept pressing on, even as he started laughing.

"While you try and continue with your futile attempts to break my mask, how about you indulge me a bit. Tell me, if I'm so unlikeable then why didn't you ask for a transfer?"

The question felt like it came out of left field, but you weren't gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing your true feelings. "Wouldn't you like to know? My momma didn't raise a quitter, besides I wouldn't have gotten the chance to beat your ass like i am doing now."

Scarab growls in annoyance, either because you're plummeting his face or because he didn't find your answer was satisfactory. He seized both of your wrists and rolled you to the side, toppling you. "Do not lie to me. You've stayed with me far too long for this to be a whim." there was something odd with the way he was responding to you now, but you tried to not let it change your taunting attitude.

"What do you want me to say Scarab? that I actually like being with you? hah! it would do wonders for your ego wouldn't it."

He responds by grabbing you by the neck and restricting your breathing, you struggle with him but he tightens his hold on your wrists with his single hand. It is then that you see him do something he doesn't usually do, he reveals his real face to you only so he could taunt you with the smirk on his sharp teeth and his pincers. "I don't need you to tell me, I can simply tell just by looking at you... and smelling you." he lowers himself to the side of your face, you pause on your struggling as you freeze at his words. "You reek of pheromones, not to mention the humidity down here." to prove his point he raises his knee to your crotch and you jump in surprise as you become painfully aware of the slick smearing onto your underwear, eliciting an embarrassingly audible moan from you.

"...and yet you don't look disgusted." you respond, now understanding why he wants to hear a confession from you.

You lick the side of his exposed face which has him shriek at the sudden feeling, taking the opportunity to over power him by pull his arms behind him, forcing him to lay stomach down against the ground and keeping him in place by pressing you knee to the middle of his back. "You could've done the same and order a replacement, but you never did. Is there something you wanna tell me Scabby?"

The two of you go back and forth with this for a while, one physically attempting to overpower the other in hopes of gaining a confession all the while there's blatant grinding and groping that only further spurs the two of you with a sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. It all reaches a final point when Scarab bends you over a crate and licks the blood dripping from your bloodied nose onto your lips but not outright kissing you, instead his hands roam your body from behind as he confesses what you were dying to hear. "You're a nuisance, a scheming little harlot. With the way you'd lean on someone's else's desk as you flirted with them, You have no idea how many times I've considered dragging you to the nearest utility closet and fuck you right then and there, not even giving you the time to clean up so you'd have no choice but to walk around with my cum sliding down your thighs." Scarab's voice was now a lower tone that was almost feral, it led you to realize how badly you want him, maybe as much as he wants you.

It cathartic to hear him admit his attraction to you, how you've unconsciously been driving him mad without actively trying. He always portrays himself to be so above everyone else

"You don't have the guts." you snap back, even if it probably makes you look like a brat. "That would go against company policy, and you're too tight up to break the rules." you almost wanted to laugh with how he immediately shut up, proving you right.

"Then I'll fuck you right here, and let you walk back with shaky legs and covered in my scent."

The combination of his appealing voice and vulgar language was driving you nuts. "Less talk, more action," you told him, which prompted him to turn you onto your back and yank the bottom half of your suit, your slick glistening in the dim light as he slipped your underwear, revealing your drenched pussy. Scarab positioned himself above you with one hand and used the other to shove his cock into your eager insides while grabbing at him. He repeatedly but gradually drove himself into you until you accommodated him and the base of his carapace made contact with the pubic hair of your intimate area, allowing him to ravish you with the same brutal strength he used to fight you. His growls, along with your mewls and the loud squelching of your cunt, burned into your ears causing you to cum fast and hard, but that didn't stop Scarab from pistoning into you again, this time playing with your already sensitive clit. "I expected more from you, especially given how long you've fought me," he chuckles, raising your legs higher, essentially placing them on his big shoulders.

"Just give me five minutes-" you pant heavily, you're a bit tired but you still have some fight in you, that's why you were partnered with him in the first place.

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[Day 6] Wax Play

Character: Flame Princess Tags: NSF/W, Male!Reader, Reader is a flame person, Established Relationship, Queen x Knight, Waxplay, Fluff, Smut with feelings, PIV Smut Word count: 1418 Synopsis: Everyone in the fire kingdom know about the two knight that protect the Flame Queen who regained her father's throne as she became of age, but what people don't know is why the queen is so fond of candles. A/N: I won't lie, it's been kind of challenging writing smut for female characters. It's not my strength but that's why i wanted to start with them because i could use the practice, surprisingly enough this one is my favorites of the main cast category. It has a nice balance of set up, banter and fluff within the smut.

There's not a single citizen in the fire kingdom that doesn't know about the loyal knights that protect the Flame Queen, the underestimated yet honorable Cinnamon Bun and the ruthless knight that covers himself in soot and ash from the queen's enemies. One stays beside Flame Princess's side during the day, while the other keeps watch at night.

Phoebe is left exhausted after another long day of listening to petitions from her citizens and the council who are more than likely plotting against her, but she feels safe knowing not only does she has the best personal guards to company her but also because they are her most trusting friends, it's with this serenity that she walks alongside Cinnamon Bun as they discuss non royal topics.

"My queen, I bring to you a package from the lands outside of the Fire kingdom." One of her staff members approach her with a cylinder fire proof package. Cinnamon Bun's fire wolf sniffs the package first and doesn't find anything threating but even then he carefully opens it to reveal the harmless items, giving Phoebe an approving nod before handing it to her.

"Thank you, you are dismissed." Flame Princess bids the staff member away as she resumes her walk with Cinnamon bun.

By the time the sun looms on the horizon Cinnamon bun knew it was the end of his shift, he bid the queen farewell with a polite kiss to the back of her hand. "Good night your majesty, sleep well."

"You too Cinnamon bun."

Phoebe tucks the package under her arm as she continues to take the stairs up to her personal bedroom, she has long since repurposed her father's former room to her liking while her old bedroom is now a storage room, it brings back too many memories of when she was confined to her giant lamp so the last thing she wanted was to move back in there regardless if the lamp isn't there anymore. The light of her hair casts rough shadows alongside the final steps of the staircase and by the time she reaches the top the sun has completely gone down, it is between one of these harsh shadows where a figure appears seemingly manifesting out of nowhere, with his armor clad in dark ash that prevents the light's reflection to reveal his location. Without turning her head, Phoebe speaks into the room. "You should consider signing up for a hide and seek championship."

"I've considered it, but it wouldn't be fair on the other contestants." You respond with a sense of snark and confidence.

"Well, aren't you humble?" She laughs a bit, resuming her walk into her personal quarters with the knight looming behind her like a shadow. She looks more relaxed now, as if she can let go of the royal appearance she has to maintain in front of her citizens.

You dutifully follow her into her room as well, locking the door behind you as you pay your attention to the cylinder she brought into the room. "What's that?" You ask.

"Why don't you look for yourself?"

Upon her request you open the package to see a pair of rose colored candles that smelled like cinnamon and other flowers you couldn't identify at a first whiff, while others might shrug off such uninteresting items you on the other hand could feel a familiar warmth settle in the pit of your stomach, especially when Phoebe wrapped her arms around your midsection in a hug from behind. These candles are special to her, not only for the sentimental significance they already held for her but also because of the intimate secret she shared with you and only you.

"They smell nice." you comment, slowly turning around meet with Flame Princess's loving eyes.

"Wanna try them out? i could use a stress relief after the week i've been through." 

You raise her hand to the lower portion where your mouth would be but is blocked by the helmet of your armor, placing the equivalent of a kiss on the back of her hand as you say. "It'll be an honor, my queen." a title she's heard many times, but the way you say it specifically has a tender touch to it.

You remove Phoebe's royal attire with a care that not even her personal maids can match, because, unlike them, who dress and undress her out of duty, you do so with affection and reverence. Not just her body, but everything that encompasses and defines her, including her curves, the occasional freckle on her skin, the flames of her hair, and even the digits on her feet. The fact that she chose you already makes you feel honored, so you dedicate yourself to returning that love and trust in any way you can. Her clothes aren't the only ones she's discarded; she's also helped you get out of your armor, which is a little more difficult because it's designed to withstand even the most powerful attacks from burning lava and giants, but she's patient with you, removing every strap holding your chest plate and leg guards until you're free of your cinder-colored protection. Normally, being this exposed and vulnerable feels strange, even when you're naked in your own home, but not with her. Phoebe takes advantage of your freed face to caress the side of your cheek before sharing a long-awaited kiss, humming contently into the embrace. Now it's your turn to wrap your arms around Phoebe's warm body and press her against yours, almost melting into her as your shared body heat can rival that of an active volcano.

You withdraw away from her as she settles into her bed; in the meantime, you take her newly acquired candles and light them on fire while kissing the tip of the string. The wax will take some time to melt, so you may speed up the process by blowing upon them and seeing the top become liquid. Once you're happy with the quantity, you walk over to Phoebe, who is sprawled out on the sheets like a maiden in one of those fancy paintings. As you pour a small amount of the wax onto her stomach, you can't help but marvel at the way her face contours in bliss and soft gasps escape her burning lips. "Hng... please, pour more onto me, my love," she begs, and you gladly oblige. You pour more wax onto Phoebe's body, watching it sizzle as it briefly extinguishes her skin's natural flame before it lights up and consumes the substance, hardening on her in burnt crisps. It's an interesting sight, but not as interesting as Flame Princess' reactions, her moans become louder and her body twists in both pain and pleasure, in delicious agony and fired up desire, until she's crying out for you.

"What do you need my beloved queen?" you question her in that same smug tone from earlier, oh you definitely know what she wants but it needs to come out from her mouth.

"I want you, my love... I want you soo bad." she sounds utterly breathless, and you provide her the oxygen to enlarge her flames. Like the dutiful knight you are, you give the queen what she desires. Her hands grab you by the shoulders and tug you down onto her, enveloping you in her flames and you kiss her passionately. The deeper the kiss, the deeper you bury yourself in her, feeling her nails bite into your overheating skin, but it only motivates you to thrust in her faster, kneed her breasts rougher, and generally allow her to bite into your neck and leave as many marks as she wants, all the while bringing her to the closest thing she can describe as heaven.

"Haaah, my love. Promise, promise me you'll stay by my side-" Phoebe looks like she's about to cum any second, yet her stare is as intense as the flames of her hair, she holds onto your face just as tightly as her legs are wrapped around your waist.

"You have my word-" you groan, feeling her tighten around you. "Until my last... dying b-breath..." 

This is all the reassurance she needs, hugging you once more as she climaxes and cries the most unholy noises that a knight should not hear from his queen. But right now, as she falls apart due to your own doing, you're more than her knight and you seal this moment with a chaste kiss. Not the first, but also not the last.

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[Day 5] Facesitting

Character: Marceline Tags: NSF/W, gen neutral pronouns, AFAB reader, oral, facesitting, casual hook up, use of the pet name "Baby" Word count: 1033 Synopsis: A fun night at a dance club leads you to meet a stunning woman who has you both aroused and scared for your life.

There are flashing strobe lights, cigarette smoke and music beating into your eardrums as crowds of people fill your peripheral vision but even in the busy space of the night club you managed to see her through everything covering your sight.

Her long black hair is raised into a high ponytail, cascading down her bare back and striking out from within her bright red tube top and leather mini skirt, trailing down the fishnets surrounding her long legs and ending in a pair of punk boots with metal accessories dangling from them. She caught you staring at her and disappeared in an instant, you look around hoping to see her again but to your surprised she manifested right beside you and threw her arm around the back of the booth you're sitting on.

"Heeey~"

"Hi." You're voice is barely audible through the music and the chatter.

Marceline notices your gaze focused on her teeth, prompting her to smile even larger. "What's wrong, baby? Do they scare you?" Her innocent tone does not match her gaze, and you are taken aback, but she then leans closer to your ear and says something that makes your face flame. "You should see me in action and they won't look so scary, I promise they don't hurt." Despite the loud music, she manages to speak to you in a sensuous voice that sends tingles down your body and into your core.

"Promise~?"

Marceline grabs your hand and leads you backstage, both of you giggling and exchanging desperate kisses that felt like they were about to devour you, but she takes her time, pressing you against the rugged wall and lifting your leg as she trailed her kisses down between your thighs. You're not sure if it's the music, the thumping, or your own heartbeat, but there's a deafening ring in your ears as you watch Marceline pull your underwear aside and give a long lick upward your slit, with the tip settling on your clit, swirling it around to add pressure on that spot in particular.

The excitement of the whole event is heightened by the possibility that someone could stroll in or she could end up actually biting you; you could never be certain. Marceline licks your slit a few more times before dipping her tongue inside of you and swirling it around you as she pokes and prods your gummy walls. You had no idea what she was thinking, but you guessed she was having as much fun as you were. Her moans echo through your pussy, and she tightly grips your thighs, almost to the point of bruising. She growls a little as you attempt to break free of her grasp, but all it does is make her clutch tighter and cause her claws to pierce your skin. She then does the unimaginable and floats upward, carrying you with her. Marceline flies in such a way that she is on her back, forcing you to hold onto her head for support as you ride her face. The movement causes her to eat you out more erratically, slurping and licking your folds and hole, switching to rub your clit with her tongue again while her thumb penetrates you repeatedly. The stimulation has you unconsciously lurching forward as the build up has you dangerously leaning on the edge, both literally and metaphorically.

"Hah... Maaaarcy..." You're on the verge of tears, your body deliciously trembling as you try to hold back whether it's because you're scared of falling or because you don't want to create a mess on her face. In any case, she safely supports you with an otherworldly grasp as she speeds up her ministrations on your clit, abusing the heck out of your g-spot while fingering you.

"Come for me baby, I wanna hear you. See you... Taste you~"

That was enough for you to cum on her face, experiencing the most intense orgasm you've ever had with your body while sobbing and pulling at her beautiful long ponytail. Marceline is merciless, continuing to stimulate your sensitive clit to the point where you squirt a little all over her, leaving you absolutely satisfied and a little embarrassed, but Marceline was overjoyed as her fangs and lips glisten in the residue of your climax, licking them as if she had just had the best meal of the night.

"Oh baby, you're the sweetest little thing... I could eat you up." Marceline moans, hugging you upwards as she whispers in sinister tone that doesn't match her playful flirting from earlier. "...maybe I will."

You nervously laugh it off, but the tight grip she has on you feels like that of a boa snake as she transforms into an enormous bat creature with coarse black fur that scratches your face as she moves closer to your neck. You struggle to free yourself from her clawed hands as she breathes heavily into your jugular, and panic sets in. Instead of suffering a horrific death by her fangs like you come to expect, she pinches the side of your neck and you scream in surprise, while she bursts out laughing and returns to her regular form.

"I'm just messing with you baby! I wouldn't hurt someone so sweet like you. I made a promise didn't I?" Marceline lowers you onto your feet, supporting yourself against the wall as you join her with an exhausted chuckle. "Alright, you had me there for a moment not gonna lie."

"So, you wanna come back to my place~?"

"Promise you won't rip me to shreds?" You raise an eyebrow at her and this has her laughing again.

Marceline holds out her pinkie finger. "Promise~!"

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✮⋆˙Kinktober 2024

[Day 4] Latex

Character: Princess Bubblegum Tags: NSF/W, gen neutral pronouns, non descriptive genitalia for the reader, Latex kink, soft femdom, brief choking, science experiment, kissing, masturbation, boss x assistant Word count: 1707 Synopsis: Princess Bubblegum hired you as her new assistant, you're doing well until the sight of her in latex gloves sends you spiraling into a blushing mess that interferes with your work and PB decides to do something about it .

It started innocent enough. Normally Princess Bubblegum is more than used to working on her own but after the countless accidents involving cinnamon bun and her more elaborate projects requiring an extra hand, the princess decided it was time to hire an assistant. Bubblegum didn't want to overwhelm you with her tools and her scientific terms in the first few days so you were regulated to sterilize her equipment, organize her work documents and make sure cinnamon bun didn't waltz his way into the lab. It was kinda of boring, but you were happy to help her in any way you can.

You find it good that a princess prioritizes the protection of her own people, even though she occasionally acts morally dubious about her past actions with other kingdoms. Bonnibel has exceptional intelligence when it comes to scientific topics as well and you respect her for being a diligent woman. It's why, whenever you stare at her in a way that you don't think is respectful and admiring, you can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

It all started when you managed to avoid doing paperwork. In Bonnibel's system, there's a little sterilizing station with a coat rack for her lab coat, safety goggles, and a dispenser for hairnets and latex gloves before you enter her unique laboratory. Usually, you would place the documents on the table or put them through a slot that led to her lab, but on this occasion, you managed to catch her just as she was about to enter. You arrived with the document in hand just as she was washing her hands. She nodded at the folder she requested, but before touching anything, she put on her disposable gloves. You waited patiently as she inserted her bubblegum pink hand into the rubbery glove, and the band of the glove's edge made a light smack as she adjusted it around her wrist. You're not sure if it was the air conditioning or the motion itself, but it gave you a nice shiver. You dismissed it from your mind, thinking it was an isolated incident, and carried on with your day.

However, you couldn't stop revisiting that memory, circling it in your mind like Science the rat did on his exercise wheel.

The second occasion was when you were eventually granted access to her laboratory. Before she thought you were ready to assist Bubblegum with her more "hands on approach" to work, you spent a full month learning the security protocols and guidelines. It was fascinating to watch her handle glass tubes and manage tiny test samples with a steady hand and delicate tweezers. You're not here to gawk at her, though. It wasn't until one of those test containers behaved abnormally, and Bubblegum grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the ground before exploding.

"Ein Misthaufen!" She cursed in a language foreign to you, before looking back at you in a more calmer tone. "Are you hurt?" She asks. "I'm good." It's all you can manage to squeak, both from astonishment at the explosion and from the actual contact her gloved hand made with the bare skin on your wrist. The sensation caused the hairs on your neck to stand up and sent shivers down your spine. "I'll add this to the daily report and call it a day. We'll adapt more safety precautions tomorrow." Bubblegum states as she helps you stand up, already missing her touch when she pulled away. From there on you couldn't tell if you were attracted to the Princess herself or the rubber material of her gloves. So one day you told her. "Princess Bubblegum, I don't think I'm fit to help you out anymore." "Why's that?" You look away with slight shame and embarrassment, but she places her hand on your shoulder with a smile that told you everything was alright and it was enough reassurance to open up about your troubles. "I've been getting distracted by your gloves recently, it's highly unprofessional from my part and that's why I think I'm not suitable for the job." You confess, but rather than being met with disgust as you originally thought, Princess Bubblegum raises her hand to her chin. She has that 'I'm thinking about something' expression on her face.

"You see, I've been pleased with your assistance over the last few months, and I'm willing to work this out before firing you for such a minor detail; how about we try to work it out first?" 

"Huh?"

She leads you to her office, which is adjacent to the lab, locking the door behind her to give the two of you a bit of privacy. "You can be honest with me; I won't get upset. So, what troubles you about the gloves? The material? Is it the color or the smell?" she asks. Bubblegum seeks to pinpoint the problem, like when she looks for flaws in her machinery.

"Well, it's not so much the gloves that bother me... Quite the opposite really, and that's why I think it’s a problem." You scratch the back of you neck, now aware of how much she's eyeing you now unlike previous times where she's only focused on her work.

Princess Bubblegum removes herself from the desk she was previously leaning against, slowly approaching you and carefully lifting her gloved hand to you. Her index finger pokes your shoulder before raising it to your exposed neck, and her hand lightly grazes your chin before eventually booping your nose. She observed your reactions as if you were another one of her experiments. "Hmm…dilated pupils and a rapid response. If you don't mind, I'd like to do a test to see if it's the gloves that are distracting you or something else totally."

You struggle to swallow and could only nod in response.

Bubblegum now runs her hands over the exposed skin on your body, briefly grazing your cheek before running it down to your neck again, but this time she places her thumb on your jugular vein while her index and middle finger apply pressure to the other side of your neck; whether PB was subtly choking you or measuring your heartbeat, you're not sure. Regardless, it piqued your interest. Your thighs twitch involuntarily, resisting the urge to press them together for friction or release.PB detects this and lowers her free hand to the side of your outer thigh; it didn't do much for you until she crawled her fingers up to the side of your hip, where your pants are held up by a belt, and raised your shirt enough for her thumb to stroke the exposed flesh. Such a small action was enough to raise goosebumps on your arms; it was subtle but delicate. Like everything about her.

You were so out of it you almost miss when Princess Bubblegum said she'd leave for a moment to get something. The break was enough to allow you to regulate your breathing and leave you to your own thoughts, which were all over the place. "She probably thinks I'm weird, from now on I need to keep my composure so I can hold on to what dignity i have left." Is the resolve you've settled on but the whole thing was tossed out of the window when Princess Bubblegum came back into the room only to remove her lab coat to reveal the pink skin tight suit underneath, absolutely hugging every part of her figure and creaking with every step she took, which happen to lead her right in front of you. "W-where did you get that from?" "Oh this? It's a body suit I kept from last year's science fair. Are you ready to continue our little experiment?"

Your quick nod brought a grin to Bonnibel's matte pink lips, and she resumed her touch on any area of your body that was exposed to her until it wasn't enough for both of you. You began to suspect the genuine purpose of this experiment as her gloved hand fell on the interior of your thigh and raised up to your stomach, placing her palm flat on your tummy till she lowers it and dips past the waistline of your pants. An audible whimper came from your throat, reaching Bonnibel's ears. "Does this feel particular for you?"

"Yeah... Feels goods."

Princess Bubblegum's suit squeaks a little as she adjusts herself to sit on your lap much to your surprise, she raises her other hand onto your neck once more but this time she added a bit more pressure to the sides of your throat but not necessarily choking you, it has your body covered in goosebumps and your moans raising in different tones the more she moved her other hand in your sensitive parts, with the rubber making more squeaky noses alongside the sweat and fluid, You kept your eyes closed the entire time, but when Bonnibel told you to look at her, you did, and she gave you an intense glare. Unlike the experiment, which was her idea, you initiated the kiss. PB tasted just as sweet as she smelled, tasting the natural flavor of tutti frutti from her as your tongue lapped at her rosey lips. This kiss, along with the overwhelming odor of bubblegum and rubber, pushed you over the brink, causing you to mewl into the kiss as you were overcome by her touch.

"Hnng.. Peebs, I'm so sorry..." You attempt to breathe normally but she shushes you with another kiss, this one more chaste than the previous one. "Shh, you did great; you passed my small tests. I've come to a conclusion." Bonnibel reassures you. "Wha-?" "The rubber gloves weren't the main thing distracting you, but instead it was me. Wasn't it? I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm busy." The princess smiles knowingly even as you blush and try to look away. "...Maybe." Princess Bubblegum laughs a sweet little giggle, placing a peck on your cheek. "But I'm probably still getting ahead of myself, don't worry, we can do a little more tests if you like." You didn't need to be told twice since she has you nodding once again.

[the-possum-writes]

✮⋆˙Kinktober 2024:

[Day 3] Predator/Prey

Character: Huntress Wizard Tags: NSF/W, Gender neutral pronouns, non described genitals for the reader, femdom, grinding, consensually being hunted down Word count: 1069 Synopsis: You're running away from someone chasing you through the forest, but it's impossible when you're being chased by an apex hunter.

You weren't supposed to be in this forest in the first place. That's why she wasn't too happy that you had fallen into one of her more elaborate traps, she designed it specifically for a creature she's had her eye on for several months and now that you've ruined her chances she'll make out of you her new game.

Or at least that's the story you two created for this roleplay.

It's not wise to stray out of the main path but it's also not a good idea to stay on it either, it's too obvious. You try and keep yourself low to the ground, moving not too slow but also not as fast since there's definitely more traps of her's, it's not like the lack of light makes it any better with nothing but the moon seeping from beyond the tree foliage. You take a sudden stop, seeing your breath escape into a white steam into the cold night as you catch the faintest reflection of light over a thin string, upon seeing the surrounding area you can now see that the leafs on the ground are sprawled in strange arrangement. You lower your hand to feel around behind you until you grab a stick, taking the innocuous thing to clear out the strange leaves and see the rope hidden around them. That was close.

You retrace your steps to perfection, going around the trap and continuing your trek in hopes of finding a way out of this forest.

There were more than a few close calls throughout the rest of your escape, one where you crawled out yourself from a hole and another where you almost activated one but managed to cut the wooden wind chimes before they could announce your location, but she's skilled nevertheless and patrolled the area like a silent stalker. It's still too dark to check if the shadow looming in your peripheral vision belonged to your pursuer or a forest animal, but now that you hear more intently there's no way those intricate footsteps belong to an animal. You could only hide behind a tree trunk and cover your mouth with your hand, pleading that the beating of your heart wouldn't rattle you out. Once the coast was clear and the steps went elsewhere you took whatever courage you had left and made a run for the tree line, now seeing the first breaks of dawn as it contrasts with the forest's constricting foliage.

I'm almost there, victory is mine. Is what ran through your head as you stumble into a rope hidden just below your eyesight, sending you tumbling down as the clank of wooden chimes ring out with every struggle you make. You desperately attempt to undue the knot, confident that if you're quick enough you can make it out before she arrives. But the complicated knot is tied in a pattern unfamiliar to you. Screw it. You crawl in direction to the tree line despite the rope still attached to your foot, feeling sticks and rocks scratch against your skin as your hand barely grasps the light skyline until it's ripped away from you, being dragged back into the forest by the rope on your ankle. You close your eyes shut as you curse over and over again, feeling you body being rolled on your back as the predator exposes the vulnerability of your stomach, ready to be eaten alive.

"Gotcha." A voice said as it poked your tummy with the blunt side of a knife.

You reopen your eyes to met directly with the slitted pupils of the huntress that caught you.

"I'd prefer you didn't drag me though, the forest ground isn't exactly soft." You complain but HW covered your mouth before you could continue critiquing her work.

"Shh, prey doesn't talk." She states. "Now, let me enjoy the spoils of my hunt."

You comply by raising your hands over your head in utter defeat.

The way Huntress Wizard eyes you is no different than a hungry bear would look at a tasty morsel, her green eyes trailing down your body as she runs the blade down your shirt and rips it apart. She lowers herself to poke and prod at the flesh of your tummy, with you resisting the urge to laugh because you’re ticklish. She eventually nods in approval of you, making you question if she was literally gonna eat you by the fire, but the unbuttoning of your pants told you otherwise with great relief. "You're already aroused." She says in a monotone voice, either as a question or an observation, you didn't know.

"A skilled woman turns me on." Was all you can say.

Huntress Wizard stays true to her word and devours the most intimate part of your body, taking you in her mouth as her tongue twists, licks and pushes around you as if savoring you for the first time, leaving you squirming in place as she just continues to take from you. Just as when you thought you couldn’t handle it anymore and just come at the spot, she stops, removing herself from you as a trail of saliva runs down her chin, she does not speak  but there's no need for it since you can read everything based on her expressive eyes. Huntress Wizard lowers her pants as she makes herself comfortable on top of your lap, grabbing one of your legs to raise and bend it slightly for the sake of easier access for her, she lowers herself on you rubbing and grinding herself on you as she does nothing but use you for her own pleasure. "Mine, mine, mine." She repeats over and over. This is her prize, the agreement you two settled on and there's nothing you can do about it as she has her way with you.

Just once. You think to yourself, if you can beat her just once then things would be the other way around and you could tower over her instead. 

It's an impossible dream however, she's called "Huntress Wizard" for a reason.

For now you can only enjoy listening to her final growls and cries of ecstasy as she arrives to the brink of her high, her toned green body illuminated by the first few rays of sunlight glowing from the forest opening, she's beautiful like this, in her element as a hunter.

[the-possum-writes]

[Day 1 & 2] Double Penetration

Character(s): Finn and Fern Tags: NSF/W, Gender neutral pronouns, AFAB reader, use of pet names like "babe", cursing, PIV sex, anal sex, anal fingering, pwp (porn with little plot) Word count: 1766 Synopsis: Finn and Fern are helping you move into a new place as you try to get over your ex, one bottle of liquor later and Fern came up with an interesting idea.

"Aaand that's the last of them." Finn announces as he places the final box on the countertop of your kitchen, barely finding the space to sort it out between the multitude of boxes scattered around with either decorations or kitchen appliances.

"It's about time! I bet that if we stacked every box in here they'd be as tall as a mountain. Why do you need so much shoes and porcelain figurines anyway?" Fern complains as he carefully lowers the box he's carrying in the living room before plopping down on the singular couch.

 "I don't tell you how to live your life, Fern." You stuck your tongue at the grass man as you walk past him, carrying your own box full of plates and dining utensils as you place them at the kitchen countertop. It's been a month since you broke off with your ex and moved out to a different home, it's kinda dusty and unkempt but you have the two best helpers in all Ooo to make the transition much more smoothly, atleast as smooth as things can go before Fern breaks one of your porcelain figures.

Finn is the next to walk inside the new home, this time carrying two boxes to the living room despite the complaints from Fern. "Take it easy big guy, PB is gonna flip if she sees you straining  that new arm." He's heard more than enough scolding from the princess to care more about it than Finn does.

"So what? Are you gonna tattle?" Finn smiles between crooked teeth.

"I don't have to when she sees you're struggling to put it back on."

"Alright that's enough guys, it's time for a break. We've been carrying boxes all day so let's celebrate my new house with a drink." You announce as you walk in the room with three drinks to share. The rest of the time you three just chat and catch up on day to day life but halfway through your drink you feel your phone vibrate, your face morphs in disgust as you recognize the phone number. "Ugh, it's him again." You said outloud as you put your phone on mute.

"Your ex?" Finn pipes up. "I thought you would've blocked the guy already."

Fern scoffs. "Maybe because they're hoping he’ll apologize and they’ll fall back in his arms." Fern snickers which only upsets Finn even more.

"What the hay man, there's no way I'm going back to a cheater." You defend, almost offended that he considers you'd do such a thing.

"Hard to believe. He's a shark dude after all."

"Yeah, what about it?" Finn asks with a sense of naivety.

"Well you know what they say about shark dudes, they come with two prizes." To emphasize his point he holds up two fingers as if doing a peace sign.

Fern cackles when Finn swallows his drink with a grimace, meanwhile you look away as you drink yours in silence. You now regret bringing them alcohol, the three of you are adults but there's something about adding alcohol to the mix that just make the two of them so much more brash and bold- more than they normally are.

"So what... that doesn't make him special." You grumble under your breath, just enough for Fern to pick up.

 "What was that?"

"I said that doesn't make him special, snakes and other reptile humanoids have two dicks! It's not like I ever managed to enjoy them at the same time-" your eyes went wide at the sudden outburst, the brothers shared your surprised expression but while you were burning with embarrassment Fern had a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Huh, really?" You could feel your face grow hot as Finn eyes you curiously, Fern however leans forward with an indecent proposal.

"Would you like to?"

"Fern!" Finn butted in as he smacked him in the shoulder.

"What? They're single now aren't they?" You can hear them argue between each other under hushed tones, acting as if you're not sitting in the same room as them.

 "I'd like to, but not with him." You said out of the blue, leaving the two adventurers silent as they share a look before directing their attention to you, casually sipping at your beverage as you gather the bravery to make a request from your two closest friends.

The thought itself was enough to warm you up more than the single bottle of alcohol did in a winter day, the moment Fern brought up the idea and you gave then the green light they had their hands on you within seconds. With Fern it was the most obvious, he kisses you and grabs onto your butt and thighs like a starved man as if he was wanting this for a long time. Finn however was cautious at first, caressing you with delicate touches as if he was handling the wings of a butterfly before letting himself rub your shoulders and hips like a rough clay pot. 

"Hey Fern, you wanna take the front or the back?"

Fern hums a bit in thought, rubbing his thumb over the side of your hip as he eventually decides. "I'll go in the back, so I can pop your anal cheery." he whispers that last part before biting the sensitive side of your earlobe.

"Alright, you know how to prepare them?" Finn makes sure before getting comfy on the couch and guiding you on him.

"Yeah, yeah I know the basics."

Fern removes himself from you as he went searching for something in the kitchen, in the meantime you kept yourself busy with Finn, removing his shirt and being careful with his prosthetic arm in general. The gasp that escapes your lips at the sight of his exposed dick had him grinning to himself, when Fern came back with your coconut oil he found you  stroking the now erect cock of his human counterpart which was now dripping with pre.

"What's wrong babe? Does my bro's size scare you a bit?" Fern says with a small laugh. "You know, the face isn't the only thing we share~" he admits with a small laugh.

"Fern, cut it out you're gonna scare them." It's now Finn's turn to laugh.

You take a break from playing with Finn when you feel a pair of fingers rubbing and poking at you from behind, you turn back to meet Fern's eyes and remember what brought you in this mess. This ever growing desire to be filled up by these two adventurers.

They eased you up by using their fingers, with Finn fingering your pussy with his human hand while Fern took the time and patience to get your puckering hole comfortable, in between they joked between each other about how "what good boy I am." Most likely referencing some inside joke they have but honestly you were too busy getting turned on by their hands to care. By the time they got an orgasm out of you, you were already taking three fingers from Fern, good enough but he believed you could do better.

"Glob, I can't hold on any longer. I wanna feel you." Finn exasperates as he drowns himself in your kisses.

"Go ahead, they're almost ready back here." Fern states.

"What do you say babe, you want me yet?" Finn asks tenderly.

"Yes. Oh glob yes, I want you Finn. Both of you." You turn back to give Fern his well deserved attention as well. But in between that kiss Finn slipped himself inside of you as you cry out briefly at the suprise of have something thick and warm inside of you. 

Finn also crys out at the sensation, his grip strengthening around your hips.

"How does it feel Finn?" Fern taunts as he speeds up his own pace.

"Ohhh glob, oh glob! they feel perfect. I feel like I'm gonna come if I move an inch deeper." He moans.

Curiosity and lust seeped in the grass man, by the time you took four fingers without trouble he covered himself in oil and spit, aligning himself behind you as you start trembling. Fern kisses your shoulder as he pushes himself with a bit of resistance, murmuring sweet nothings into the shell of your ear. "Try to relax babe."

By the time you did, they did everything in their power to rock your world. The three of you were a mess of groans, whines and gasps. Swaying back and forth as they took turns thrusting into you, grabbing and rubbing anything that was in their reach, your ass, your thighs and your hair.

"Fuck- you're right Finn they're perfect, look at em taking my cock like they were made for it."

"Told ya, I could die a happy man buried in this puss." Finn sighs like he just drank water after being stranded in a desert, he dwells himself deeper in your cunt until he’s basically bottoming you out and his ballsack makes contact with your lower labia.

You were at a loss for words at the pleasure the two of them were providing you, they always butt heads with eachother during adventuring but when they work as a team they can accomplish many things, like the absolutely mind shattering orgasm that crashed onto you without warning. Both of them groan at the sudden tightness, with Finn rubbing your clit so you could ride it as much as you can.

"That's it… just like that…" Fern speeds up his pace he chases his own high, soon followed by Finn who was growling at the closeness of his own climax.

"Glob dude, I can't hold it any-"

"I want it." You whine, still overstimulated at the two of them using you like a fleshlight. "Fill me up, pleeeease~"

It was the final straw that had both of them coming inside of you until it was gushing from the crevices of your hole when they popped their softening cocks outside of you, grimacing at the sensation and the viscous cum seeping down your thighs. You plop on Finn in an instant, feeling how exhausted the whole thing left you, you can deal with the bruises and the stickiness between your legs later, right now Finn's comforting hug and smell has you shutting your eyes as you say. "Give me five minutes."

"Take all the time you need babe, we'll handle everything right Fern?"

"Speak for yourself." Fern nods as he rubs the sleep away from his eyes. "But yeah, you can count on us babe."

[the-possum-writes]

✩*⋆Possu's Kinktober 2024⋆*✩

Spooky and sexy times are upon us my friends! here's the list i made of what I'll be posting in the following days:

I'll do a little bit of cheating and assign one character to a day, in the case of a prompt having more than one character it'll count for that amount of days. This is my first time taking a challenge like this so bare with me if anything comes up and i hope i make the month enjoyable for you all.

Obvious warnings for Adult content!!

───✩*⋆⋅ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ⋅⋆*✩───

Week I

Adventure Time: Main cast

✩*⋆Oct 01 and Oct 02 Finn and Fern // Double penetration ✩*⋆Oct. 03 Huntress Wizard // Predator/Prey ✩*⋆Oct. 04 Princess Bubblegum // Latex ✩*⋆Oct. 05 Marceline // Face sitting ✩*⋆Oct. 06 Flame Princess // Wax Play

Week II

Adventure Time: Bad Guys

✩*⋆Oct 07 Scarab // Hate sex ✩*⋆Oct. 08 Scorcher // Deepthroating ✩*⋆Oct. 09 Green Knight // Bondage ✩*⋆Oct. 10 Vampire King // Somnophilia ✩*⋆Oct. 11 Hudson Abadeer // Mirror sex ✩*⋆Oct. 12 PeaceMaster // Breeding kink ✩*⋆Oct. 13 Marshall Lee // Love bites

Week III

Fionna and Cake

✩*⋆Oct 14 Simon // Sex tape ✩*⋆Oct. 15 Prismo // Masturbation ✩*⋆Oct. 16 and Oct. 17 Gary and Marshall // Threesome ✩*⋆Oct. 18 Fionna // Fingering/Squirting ✩*⋆Oct. 19 Farmworld Finn // Mutual Masturbation ✩*⋆Oct. 20 Winter King // 69 ✩*⋆Oct. 21 Hunter // Sex pollen

Week IV

Multifandom

✩*⋆Oct 22 Faust (Guilty Gear) // Pegging ✩*⋆Oct 23 Joshua Graham (Fallout New Vegas) // Spanking ✩*⋆Oct 24, Oct 25 and Oct 26 Batter, Zacharie, Sugar (OFF) // Foursome ✩*⋆Oct 27 Elktaur (Centaurworld) // Praise Kink ✩*⋆Oct 28 Sebastian Solace (Pressure robl0x) // Degradation/Dirty Talk ✩*⋆Oct 29 Viktor (Arcane)// (I'll let a friend pick this one) ✩*⋆Oct 30 Pyramid Head (Silent hill 2)// Rough sex/Hairpulling ✩*⋆Oct 31 N/A 👀