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st4rymoon · 6 months

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✭ 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ✮

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗: 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: overstimulation, p in v, rough Miguel, mean dom Miguel, bratty reader, creampie, language, rough sex!, hair pulling, impact play, size kink

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Miguel loved when you got an attitude with him in bed, he thrived on knowing he could turn you into a mess and prove to you that he was the one in control.

He had you pinned onto his chest as he thrusted his hips into you, his cock plunging into your needy pussy as your head rested on his shoulder.

You held onto his bicep for dear life as he lifted your head up to look at him “look at you” he hummed as he sloppily kissed you, his behemoth of a body pressed against you and caging you in.

“Th- that’s all you got?” You smiled up at him, purposely teasing and challenging him to be rougher. He scoffed at you, throwing you onto the bed and arching your ass up. His thick hand slapped across your ass so hard it would definitely leave a mark.

Maybe he needed better a punishment, one that can make you listen… So that’s exactly what he was going to do, teaching you a fucking lesson. “Have some fucking manners” he scoffed.

Miguel’s cock slammed into you at a brutal pace, his hand keeping your hips up as he bottomed you out. You gasped as he yanked your hair up and wrapped it in his hand “this good enough?” He hissed.

The wind got knocked out of you as he said it, Miguel’s pace purposely keeping you from talking. You whined with each of his thrusts, the wind getting knocked out of you with each slam.

Miguel was an hour in, still fucking you as you neared another orgasm “isn’t this what you asked for huh? Don’t act like you can’t take it anymore” he condescendingly pouted. You weakly clawed at his chest as he now had you on your back, your slick covering his thighs and lower abdomen.

Your hand fell to your side in defeat as you dumbly bounced on his length “asi se mira más bonita, Calladita.” He hummed as his lips dropped to yours. You sighed as he kissed you sloppily, his tongue slipping inside your mouth and tasting your sweet saliva.

Miguel kept himself from cumming and god did it hurt. But he has too much pride to not prove his point. He could feel himself losing to his needs, his cock throbbing and softly twitching as he fucked you balls deep.

“Mmh- fuck ah- a shit” he hissed as he watched you gushing cum, your pretty face stained with tears but too fucked out to speak or squirm. “That’s I- t that’s fuckk” Miguel’s gruntled moans spilled out as he painted your walls with his thick ropes of cum.

Sweat dripped down his face as a wave of relief washed over him. He was the most vocal you’ve ever heard him, he was hissing and chanting your name out as he rode out his orgasm.

You on the other hand, had too many to count. Your pussy was throbbing and worn out as he softly pulled out of you.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his arms while both of you caught your breath. “You ok honey?” He hummed, his voice contrasting from seconds ago. You nodded weakly as you nuzzled into his chest, a deep sigh leaving you as both of you took each others warmth in.

Miguel smiled as you cling your arms around his waist “love you”

#miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel x you #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel ohara #smut #marvel smut #miguel o'hara #kinktober #kink tober

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lemonskinktober · 8 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌. 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

DAY ONE — DOUBLE PENETRATION

— XIAO

DAY TWO — TITFUCKING

— ALHAITHAM

DAY THREE — HATE SEX

— SCARAMOUCHE

DAY FOUR — MONSTER FUCKING

— CHILDE

DAY FIVE — SIZE KINK

— ITTO

DAY SIX — APHRODISIACS

— WRIOTHESLY

DAY SEVEN — THREESOME

— YAE MIKO + RAIDEN EI

DAY EIGHT — COCKWARMING

— SCARAMOUCHE

DAY NINE — BREEDING

— HEIZOU

DAY TEN — YANDERE

— KAZUHA

DAY ELEVEN — METAL PLAY

— HEIZOU

DAY TWELVE — MEDICAL PLAY

— DOTTORE

DAY THIRTEEN — TEMP PLAY

— undecided

DAY FOURTEEN — MARKING

— undecided

DAY FIFTEEN — EDGING

— undecided

DAY SIXTEEN — BONDAGE

— HEIZOU

DAY SEVENTEEN — WIP (spanking)

— undecided

DAY EIGHTEEN — ROLEPLAY

— undecided

DAY NINETEEN — PRAISE

— KAVEH

DAY TWENTY — TENTACLES

— KOKOMI

DAY TWENTY ONE — ARMPIT

— HEIZOU + YELAN (separate)

DAY TWENTY TWO — SOMNOPHILIA

— KAZUHA

DAY TWENTY ONE — WAX PLAY

— undecided

DAY TWENTY TWO — VIRGINITY

— undecided

DAY TWENTY THREE — HUMILIATION

— undecided

DAY TWENTY FOUR — CHEATING

— DILUC

DAY TWENTY FIVE — AGE GAP

— ZHONGLI

DAY TWENTY SIX — INTOXICATED (drunk)

— VENTI

DAY TWENTY SEVEN — MASTER + SLAVE

— undecided

DAY TWENTY EIGHT — FOODPLAY (honey)

— undecided

DAY TWENTY NINE — FOODPLAY (cream and berries)

— KAZUHA

DAY THIRTY — DADDY/MOMMY

— YAE MIKO + ALHAITHAM (separate)

DAY THIRTY ONE — LOTION + ALCOHOL PLAY

— ANEMO BOYS (separate)

REST OF KINK TOBER IS CANCELLED!!

#kink tober #kink tober 2023 #genshin kinktober #genshin smut #alhaitham smut #heizou smut #kazuha smut #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #kaveh smut #venti smut #scaramouche smut #tighnari smut #kokomi #yelan

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serene-sun · 9 months

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#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #serene sun spice time #serene sun mutuals #ghost band #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic #serene kink tober #kink tober #ghost kink tober

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throneofsapphics · 7 months

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bad decisions

Mor x f!Reader

Summary: Day 16, “Don’t be nice to me, I know how much you want to slit my throat.” with Mor.

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: drunk-ish sex, rivals to lovers, forced proximity minors dni!

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“Don’t be nice to me, I know how much you want to slit my throat.”

Mor rolled her eyes. “I never said that.”

“You don’t have to,” you shot a grin at her - one you knew would infuriate her beyond measure, and took off, heading right out the courtyard. First of all, she’d approached you - which was strange enough. The two of you had been at odds since … well as long as you can remember. Sometimes you wonder if you’ve been rivals for so long, that you wouldn’t be capable of being friends. Everyone likes to say the two of you are so much alike, and you always pretend it’s an insult. Pretend - Gods when did you start seeing her differently?

You didn’t have time to reach as a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you firmly back against … Mor’s chest - her breasts brushing against you. You went still, frozen enough to be a statue, as the cool metal of a blade pressed against your throat. Her scent filled with anger, frustration and you could’ve sworn you got the faintest hint of desire.

“If I wanted you dead, you already would be.” Her lips grazed against your ear, her breath warm on your neck. The dull flat of the blade pressed one more time, before it slipped out of your view. You shoved away from her and winnowed in the next second. Far, you needed to get as far away from her as possible. You forgot how terrifying she could be if she wanted to. That close touch, her body and breath against you, her blade against your throat, mother above it excited you.

You were so so screwed.

Mor isn’t sure what came over her, to hold you like that - to put a gods-damned knife to your throat. She knew if you told anyone, she’d be in deep shit. But, based on the small arousal coming from your scent, and hers - to her dismay, she had a feeling you’d keep this one a secret. A dirty little secret, just for the two of you.

A smile crossed her lips at the thought. Despite your insistence, she didn’t hate you. Not anymore, at least. The two of you have been around each other for centuries, both in Rhys’s inner circle. You both had large personalities that clashed, and more than once Rhys had winnowed the two of you out to a secluded mountain in Illyria and told you to fight it out. Hating you, despising you, was so much easier than admitting to anything else. It’s a habit, a routine, and one she’s reluctant to let go of, if she does - she’s not sure what would happen, if anything. At the end of the day, you probably wouldn’t try to kill each other, but when it comes to you she can’t count anything out. Or trust herself anymore, she made a mental note to ask Rhys to send her on an assignment. A long one, somewhere on the continent or equally as distant.

Rhys had a wicked gleam in his eyes as he made the announcement, right at the dinner table - in front of the entire inner circle. You and Mor, on a trip to the continent together to try and forge closer diplomatic ties.

“I thought we were trying to make good relations with them.” Cassian commented, recovering from choking on his wine. The two of you turned twin glares on him, and he winced. His brother, unknowingly, just threw him a bone. If there’s something the two of them hate more than each other, it’s being underestimated or doubted. Of course your rivalry wasn’t known outside of his inner circle, they were always careful to put on a united front in public. He’d entered the courtyard you two had vacated just a few minutes after, and got a decent sense of what happened there. If it took the two of you fucking to get over this, it could either make things much better or much messier, but he was willing to gamble on it. Anything to end a centuries old feud nobody could trace the beginning of.

You threw the rest of your items into pocket space, it would be much easier for the two of you to travel without dragging around any extra weight.

“I’ll winnow.” Mor announced, as you’d finished.

“I’m fully capable of winnowing us.” You snipped at her. There wasn’t really a problem with her taking you, but something about her tone antagonized you.

“Just let her.” Rhys’s voice echoed in your mind. You didn’t bother turning to glare at him, he’d come to see both of you off. Probably to also whisper thinly veiled warnings into both of your minds.

“You’ve barely been there, I wouldn’t want us to get lost.” Her red-painted lips curved into a cruel smile, and you fought down the small temper that spiked in you.

“Y/n please,” Rhys sounded like he was nearly begging. Based on the slight glaze in Mor’s eyes, she likely was receiving a similar warning. Since when did Rhys have to referee the two of you? “For centuries.”

“Get out of my head.” You felt him withdraw, and threw your shield back up - iron walls tight and impenetrable.

“Fine.” You answered through gritted teeth, and she beamed at you - as if to say I knew you’d see reason.

You held your arm out, and her warm hand clamped around your wrist - a bit tighter than necessary, as you both traveled between the folds of the world. First, she landed near the coast, took a breath, and winnowed across the ocean. A few more stops and even you were feeling dizzy, Rask was a long way from Prythian. Finally, you’d made it just outside the capital. You mentally took stock of all of your weapons, hidden beneath various layers of clothing and enchantments. She’d landed in a secluded area, shielded from any eyes as both of you took a few seconds to steel yourselves.

Then, you walked into the vipers nest as a united front. Not an enemy, but a territory looking for any excuse to invade the human lands, to capture that low-hanging fruit. Rhys had sent both of you on a … difficult task, to say the least. Even though your company came through her, you were grateful he hadn’t sent you or Mor alone. Despite everything, you did care for her safety. Only because if something happened to her, it would hurt the others.

The first round of talks went well enough. The foreign dignitaries had an aura of caution at your appearances. Apparently Rhys hadn’t told them who would be showing up and both of you were infamous enough it made a remarkable impression. One, it showed the level of apparent ‘respect’ the Night Court held them in. Two, it was a subtle threat. Together, the two of you could likely level this palace if given the chance and Rhys wanted to make sure they knew that.

You’d been there two weeks before it went sour. For the most part, you stayed out of each others way as much as you possibly could - which wasn’t very often. Still, removed from the Night Court, in a foreign area, her company was almost pleasant. Little barbs here and there, but nothing explosive. Not that you’d dare cause a scene here, that could wait until you got home.

“Why don’t you come to my rooms?” Mor asked. The two of you had indulged in a glass of two or wine, and your common sense left as quickly as your glass had drained.

“Alright.” You followed her through the door. They were almost identical to yours, but decorated in red, compared to yours in green. Everything here was beautiful, all elegant lines and drapes.

You didn’t flinch or jump as she trailed a hand down your bare arm. The touch felt natural, felt good. The wine was definitely getting to your head. Her fingers locked around your wrist and she tugged you into her body. Her other hand slid into the back of your hair as you gently rested your free hand on your wrist.

“What is this?” You breathed, your heart absolutely racing. Her lips crashed against hers, and you paused for a brief second before returning. It was all passion, heat, and a bad bad idea. You let out a soft whimper as her teeth tugged against your bottom lip, her fingers dug almost painfully into your hair as you keened against her, pressing your body as close as you could.

You tumbled into her room, clothes quickly discarded as she walked you backwards to the bed, falling on top of you with an oomph, and a light laugh.

Hands roamed both of your bodies, your nails digging into her back as she threw her head back in a moan. It seemed to pass in flashes; her lips trailing down your body, teeth tugging at a nipple, her head between your legs, your thighs clenching around her head, her atop of you, your hands firmly pulling her down on your face, the elegant arch of her neck as she moaned your name, then the two of you laying side by side, covered in a light sheen of sweat.

She sat suddenly, pacing around the room - looking for something. You slowly rose to sit on the edge of her bed, and a bundle of fabric launched your way. You caught it with one hand. Your clothes.

“This was a mistake,” she muttered, almost frantically. “A waste of time.”

“Right.” You cleared your throat, dressing as quickly as you could before leaving. At least the tears waited until you’d reached your own room. You couldn’t figure out why the hell you were crying. A mistake, that’s understandable - but calling it a waste of time? That hurt and you’d never felt so embarrassed.

You rose the goblet, almost to your lips before catching that brief scent … faebane. Your hand clamped on Mor’s wrist, two nails digging in harshly. Gods it was almost to her lips - the liquid less than an inch from touching her mouth. You’d been extensively trained in poisons and knew exactly how to detect this. All eyes were trained on both of you as she lowered the glass back down, recognizing your signal, and not daring to look at you - lest the distraction cost both of you. A discreet shield slid up around both of you, hugging close to your skin. Mentally, you thanked Mor.

“I trust you have an adequate explanation for this,” you purred, leaning back in your seat, arms relaxing ‘casually’ next to your side as you grew to a dangerous level of rage - your eyes cold and body beginning to tremble with power.

“Excuse me?” Someone cleared their throat.

A tendril of magic shoved the goblet their way, sliding across the marble with a squeak. A marble table, how ostentatious.

“The contents of this glass, of course.”

He lifted it, taking a small sniff. “One of our finest wines.” A muscle in his jaw flecked as a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead.

You turned to the highest ranking one in the room, a female with a murderous look on her face - pointed right in the direction of that male as her eyes flicked to you. “Is faebane not regulated here?”

Her brown eyes widened so large the whites showed in a ring around the irises. “Illegal. Banned.” You sensed the genuine surprise from her, she’d had no idea. A snap of her fingers and a few words had the male dragged from the hall by guards.

“Understandably,” Mor spoke - her voice rippling with anger, “we will be taking our leave.” She rose, chair shoved back as she laid a hand on her shoulder. You followed her lead as you strode from the ball, both of you held your breaths and your hands braced on the most accessible weapon. The rest of your clothes were forgotten, you’d kept your most valuable items on you.

You exited the palace before footsteps and a plea to wait came from behind us. Mor paused, shifting to face whoever it was as you turned your body just enough to see who it was, while still keeping watch on the area ahead of the two of you. Thirty paces to clear the wards preventing winnowing. Gods, if the two of you had to fight your way out - it would be worse for relations, that’s for certain.

The female you’d spoken to earlier appeared and assured the two of you he was acting independently, that it wasn’t sanctioned, etc. You didn’t care, if you had to drag Mor out of this gods-damned city you would. There’s no way the two of you would stay in this cesspool any longer. Mor finished up the conversation, and told her she could send correspondence their way to finalize the agreements after this was discussed with the ‘necessary parties’. Every inch of her was rippling with anger, dangerous rage ready to overflow at any given moment.

“We need to leave,” you murmured - just loud enough for her to hear, and she quickly wrapped up the conversation.

“You probably saved my life.”

Your lips curved into a soft smile. “Don’t sweat over it.”

“I owe you a-”

“No.” You interrupted harshly. “You owe me nothing.” Her head tilted, brows furrowing. “We’re fr-,” you cleared your throat, hand coming up to rub the back of your neck, “not enemies.”

She sure as hell caught your little slip as her lips quirked up at the corners. “You can admit you don’t hate me anymore.”

“I’d rather us stay on even footing.” You drawled, turning to leave the room before you said anything else stupid. Gods know you've already done enough.

“Wait,” your hand was on the doorknob and against your better judgment you paused.

“We are friends.”

“You held a knife to my throat.”

“I’d never hurt you.” You whirled back around, bracing your back on the door.

“Physically.” You countered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You slept with me and called it a waste of time.”

“I did not-” Her lips pressed together in a tight line, as if just remembering she had. “We were both drunk.”

“We never get drunk in foreign courts,” you hedged. Why were you having this argument? If anything this was a waste of time. Especially as she strode towards you and you found yourself fixed in place.

She stopped, inches away from you as her hand gripped your chin - scanning your face as if she was looking for something. You should’ve pulled away, should’ve shoved her off, but the feeling of her skin against yours, those lightly calloused fingers gripping you tightly, her body almost covering yours.

“It wasn’t a waste of time,” her voice was low and breathy - seductive, even. You tried to turn your head, but her grip was too strong, instead you diverted your eyes, focusing on the bookcase on the back wall of the room. “Look at me,” her fingers squeezed, and you did. Her eyes were glazed, a sheen of lust covering them, her lips slightly parted. The scent of arousals mixed and slowly filled the room, rolling from both of you like a maelstrom, an explosion waiting to happen.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You’ve been on my mind every gods-damned day.” Her other hand trailed down the curve of your neck, her nails scraping lightly as your breath caught.

“Tell me.” Dangerous, this was so dangerous. You shouldn’t even be entertaining this, she could be spitting little lies at you only to drop them and shatter you.

“The right side of your mouth indents - when you don’t want anyone to know your smiling, how you tap your fingers on your thigh when you’re deep in thought, the little whimpers you let out that night -”

Fuck it. You surged forward, one hand burying into her hair to push her closer to you, meeting her mouth in a soft and tentative kiss. She deepend it, her hand pushing your lower back to bring you closer.

Rhys grinned to himself as you both returned, scents interwoven with each other. Still, he didn’t dare show any surprise or shock and made a note to warn Cassian to keep his gods-damned mouth shut.

#mor x reader #mor x y/n #angst/kink/something-tober idk anymore #acotar fic #acotar imagine #acotar smut

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thestalwartheart · 8 months

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sinew and spots

Q appreciates a different view of Bond. Written for the 'body worship' Kinktober prompt.

[Read below on AO3]

James Bond in bed is something to behold.

There are the obvious reasons, of course. His body, with its musculature naturally bronzed and perfect, and his bedroom eyes glinting with a tease that is as unrelenting, as unceasing as the man himself. Then, there are the less obvious reasons; less obvious because they are so rarely seen by anyone.

Q, however, has a higher security clearance than most.

Bond is belly-down in bed. He’s sleepy-eyed and relaxed, the way he is wont to be on a Sunday morning, as if nothing the world over could move him to get up and dressed. Q’s bedsheets are pooled around his hips, ruched and creased under Q’s thighs. He is a veritable feast, not to mention—for now—a tamed beast. Q intends to take his time.

He runs a thumb over a freckle on Bond’s shoulder, then chases the touch with a slow kiss. Again and again, he maps the surprising trail of freckles and moles on Bond’s back. They speak of a lifetime in the sun, lounging on beaches and boardwalks and swimming through turquoise waters. Q could never carry the sun this well on his own body. For a ridiculous moment, he is envious that he will never be quite so golden.

Bond turns his head from where it’s pillowed on his hands.

“Do I need to remind you to put your back into it?”

“Hush,” says Q. “It’s a Sunday. I’m taking my time.”

“What’s so fascinating back there, anyway?”

“You have the loveliest freckles,” says Q, tracing between them. His blunt nail leaves a brief, pale scrape on the nape of Bond’s neck that soon turns pink.

“Most people hardly notice with the scars.”

Most people are terrible, Q thinks. There have been too many idiots in Bond’s bed.

“Well, I’ve noticed, and I never get you on your front long enough to appreciate them.”

That draws a shocked laugh from Bond. When he tries to turn over, Q stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

They both know, of course, that Bond only remains where he is because he wants to give in. If he really wanted to dominate, Bond could have Q on his back with a hand around his pale throat in less than a second.

The thought makes Q’s blood run hot.

“I think I’ll have you like this,” decides Q. It’s suddenly exactly what he wants: to see Bond grunting swear words into his pillow, biting and grabbing at it, muscles bunching and tightening before turning soft and pliant, the way they do right after a good orgasm. Bugger church and all the rest. In Q's good opinion, there’s no better way to spend a Sunday morning.

Q grinds his cock into the swell of Bond’s arse. “We’ve got all morning, don’t we? I can fuck you nice and slowly while I count them—your freckles.”

He pulls the sheet down until Bond is entirely exposed. He has one leg hitched up and bent, and Q has a lovely view of the parts usually hidden. His cock is half-hard and pink, trapped between Bond’s body and the bedsheets, and Q spots another freckle where his arse cheek meets his thigh and balls.

“Oh,” sighs Q, moving down to kiss it. “There’s another.”

“Christ. You’re going to be the death of me.”

Q kisses his way up Bond’s spine and reaches for the half-empty bottle of lube on the bedside table. “I’d think it was a nice way to go,” he whispers into Bond’s ear. “In fact, I’d keel over happily just looking at you like this.”

Bond makes a low sound in his throat and flexes up until he can kiss Q properly. It’s a lovely, slow-burning kiss, warm and wet and perfect for a long weekend. Bond’s tongue is lush and thick in Q’s mouth, and Q loses an endless stretch of time devouring it.

“I’d rather you showed me your appreciation in other ways,” whispers Bond when he breaks away.

“Gladly.”

Q sits up and runs his hand over Bond’s broad back as Bond settles back onto his arms again. His biceps move beautifully under him, and there are freckles there, too, ones that Q hasn’t got to yet, but which he will lavish attention on very soon.

He’ll worship every inch of Bond, given the chance. It’s what they both deserve.

#00q #00q fic #my fic #kinktober '23 #kink/whump/fluff-tober

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adminbryantsaki · 7 months

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Carraway

Alpha! Werewolf! Shouta x Omega! Reader

Springtime Rut.

(I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: Omegaverse shenanigans, monster fucking, breeding. WC: 926

The birds were chirping and butterflies were flitting about the flowers as you were walking down the path to your Alpha’s den. You had a bag in your hand that held the food you had bought from the store and you were now bringing them home.

You were enjoying the sunlight and warmth of spring as you arrived at the mouth of the cave and you entered the cave, taking your shoes off and calling out into the cave. “Alpha? I’m home!” You spoke, letting your voice echo off the walls of the cave and ring deeper into the cave. You saw him approach you wearing nothing but a pair of his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, his dark grey ears twitching as he walked into the sunlight that streamed into the cave. You blushed a bright red as he got close to you and kiss you gently. You could smell a strong scent of caraway coming off him. This was the scent he used to try and cover up his rut scent. Your eyes widened, and he pulled you close. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked, a smirk spreading across his face.

“N-nothing.” You responded and ducked out from his presence, going into the kitchen of the cave and began to put the groceries again. You cursed to yourself as you should have remembered that your Alpha was in a fluxing, yet constant state of rut from the spring equinox to summer solstice. You took a deep breath and put away the vegetables in their basket. Shouta walked up behind you and hugged you from behind.

“Kitty, what’s wrong? Did you forget about my springtime rut again?” He spoke into your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine and goosebumps to raise across your arms. Shouta put a hand on your stomach and pulled you close to his body. You looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I-I’m sorry, Alpha. I’ve been so tired and busy. I also got brain fog from my own heat.” You told him and looked down. He crooked a finger under your chin and made you look up at him.

“Don’t be sorry, we all get busy and caught up in life at times. Just don’t beat yourself up, okay? I’ll help you get the groceries put away then you come with me to my den, alright? I redesigned it just for you when you came back.” He spoke and held you close. He pulled a loaf of bread out of your basket and put it in the bread container as you put away some cuts of meat and other dairy items into the ice box you had in the kitchen before you put your basket by the door with Shouta right behind you as the two of you walked to his den and he let you climb in first to get cozy before he climbed in and pulled you close to his chest.

“What do you need for me to do, Alpha?” You asked as you were cuddled under one of his blankets that lined his den. “Just keep me comfy for a little while. I want your scent on one of my blankets so I can have it when I’m in here.” He asked. You nodded and wrapped yourself up in the blanket that you had covered over yourself and you became a blanket burrito. You cooed and nuzzled your Alpha as you scented the blanket. He smiled and kissed you gently, watching you enjoy yourself in his den as you spent some time together. After a few minutes, Shouta pulled you close and kissed you deeply.

“I’ve waited all day to have you alone. I can’t wait any longer.” He spoke. You squealed as he pulled you under him and rapidly unwrapping the blanket while kissing you deeply. He slid a hand up under your shirt and under your back, holding you close as his other hand wandered your body. You wrapped your limbs around his torso and you made out with him as his scent began to overwhelm your senses, making your mind grow even more foggy, having your whole body slip into a state of pure bliss as Shouta began to thrust into you, ramming his member into you over and over until his knot got stuck inside of your vaginal canal. You moaned out and held onto him as he gave rapid and quick thrusts into your entrance to get him over that hill of his climax so he could release his knot into you and begin the process all over again. He gave out a guttural groan as his knot finally released, painting your insides with his seed. He kissed you and gave you praise for how good you were. He then pulled out and laid next to you, promptly falling asleep. You giggled and laid on your side, running your fingers through his hair as he slept in your arms, letting the scent of the carraway relax your mind and prepare you for the next round of being bred by your Alpha.

Oh, how you loved springtime.

The end.

#bnha #admin writes #mha #bnha aizawa #bnha omegaverse #mha aizawa #mha eraserhead #spice tober 2023 #breeding kink mha #bnha kinktober #kinktober #mha kinktober #kinktober 2023

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goodgirlsgrave · 8 months

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KINKTOBER

hi guys, i’m going to be doing kinktober for this blog, even though it gets zero interactions, but i have all of these smut blurbs just sitting in my drafts.so here you go

characters. sarah cameron, john b, jj maybank (all over 18 & au) sirius black, lily potter , james potter, remus lupin, regulas black, steve harrigtion, nancy wheeler.

topics will include. threesome/poly, dub con, age gap, double penetration, somnophilia, innocent reader, dacryphilia, & more listed on each blurb.

miniors din. 18 + content, navigation

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #18+ content #kink-tober #sirius black smut #marauders smut #outer banks smut #kinktober 23

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magicalgirlmascot · 8 months

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Me: okay I'm having more fun writing nsfw stuff again lately, maybe I'll try kinktober this year

Also me looking at any given kinktober prompt list: squick. Squick. Oh that might be alright. Squick. Hard no. Squick. Squick. Acceptable. Squick. Squick. Squick.

#i will stick with oc tober i think #to be clear this is a me problem not a 'kink is bad' problem #lots of looking at lists and going 'oh yeah im asexual i forgot'

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st4rymoon · 7 months

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◦𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝◦

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: ice play, fingering!, pussy! Eating, pussy fiend Miguel, overstimulation, semi mean dom miguel, language, pet names

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Ah ah what did I say” Miguel hummed with his hand pressing down onto your stomach. You whined as he dragged the cold ice cube up the side of your thigh and teasingly running it down your puffy folds.

Every time you squirmed Miguel’s ruby red eyes looked up at you, threateningly squinting as a warning. “P- please mig” you whined.

He ignored your pathetic whines and dragged the cold ice down your slick filled folds. Your back arched instinctively as the new temperature made chills run down your spin. You bit your lip as Miguel’s thick fingers dipped into you all the while he pressed the small cube onto your clit.

“A- ah fuc- Miguel!” You whined in surprise. You looked down at him with pleading eyes all the while he gave you a cocky smirk. He scoffed at you, giving you a tsk and pumping his fingers in at a painfully slow pace.

He loved how easy you were to break, it was so damn easy for him to have you a complete mess. Pulling out his fingers, he smiled as he dipped the cube softly into your pussy and ignored your cries.

The mix of his warm hands on your tummy and the freezing ice in you cunt had you shaking. Loud moans spilled out of you as the new sensation caused a brand new type of pleasure.

“Feels good huh doll?” He teased as he blowed warm air onto you pussy. Miguel could cum at the meer sight of you right now, he was losing every inch of sanity.

His eyes studied the way your pussy clenched around nothing, the way the ice cube was covered in your slick as he played with you a bit more.

He couldn’t help himself as he slowly lowered his mouth onto your messy pussy, tongue gliding through your sticky folds as he hummed in relief.

You were scratching at his back as he went in, ice cube between his teeth as he rolled it into his mouth and hummed at your taste.

He tucked the cube into his cheek with haste so he could ravage you like he needed. “Migu- Miguel fu-“ you whined as he wrapped his arms around your plump thighs for a better hold.

He bobbed his head back and forth, tongue flattening on your clit and rolling back up in need. Miguel moaned into you pussy as he felt you throbbing on his tongue.

Miguel was a man cast under your spell as he began to fuck himself onto the cushion, causing him to moan into you even louder as he finally relieved some tension.

You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking as your orgasm washed over you. Your vision went blurry as he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

You heard him mumbling into your pussy as you looked down at him tugging on his hair. Miguel shook his head, his eyes glaring up at you from below your legs as a warning.

Your head flew back onto the pillow in defeat as he continued, you laid there in complete bliss and overstimulation as Miguel sucked on your throbbing clit.

You could hear him slurping your mess up before he finally came back up for air. “I could do that all day” he panted with a wide smile. He looked so handsome with his hair a complete mess and your slick coating his mouth.

“Una más?” Miguel pouted up at you, how could you say no.

#smut #marvel smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel ohara #miguel o hara x reader #miguel x reader #moon knight smut #kinktober #miguel o’hara smut #kink tober #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel x you #miguel smut

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lemonskinktober · 8 months

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 > this one’s defo my fav (so far) 😍 and i don’t even like scara that much!! (anymore) also not proofread!! :(

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 > smut w afab! reader, degradation, and sensitive-ish things, non con (ew)

it was quite obvious that scaramouche despised you.

he hated the way you spoke, the way you always smiled so kindly… it was oh so annoying.

and today, today especially… you were being quite the bother.

***

“venti!” you call out to one to the boy who was holding your notes in the air.

“stop that!” you whined, earning a chuckle from him.

“oh fineee..” he said, handing you back your notes.

“hmph.” you pouted, cheeks flushing.

scaramouche just watched intently from his desk.

why would you even get so… close to venti? he wasn’t anything special, was he?

i mean sure he could sing but… did he really have any other traits that could make your blush so… cutely?

he scoffed.

why should he care? he doesn’t care about useless items like you…

***

you were hanging out with stupid venti again, working on some sort of project before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom.

“tch…” scaramouche’s eyes narrowed.

“something bothering you…?” his partner, xiao, asked quietly.

“i have to use the restroom… give me a moment.” he said coldly, getting up from his seat and stomping over to the bathroom.

you were inside, washing your hands in the sink before the door burst open.

“what’s wrong with—?! scaramouche…?” you raised an eyebrow at him, why was he here?

“hmph…” scaramouche began to approach you, his hand gripping onto your shoulder.

“get your ass back in that stall…” he whispered in your ear before shoving you back into the stall and locking it.

“do you know how much you irritate me?” he asked, his hands ripping off your pants/skirt.

“what… scaramouche what are you-”

“shut up.” he cut you off, taking off his own pants as well.

“or do i have to make shut up myself?” he asked, his hands trailing up and down his cock.

“you… i-”

before you could say anything more he plunged his erected member into your pretty little mouth.

“cant… speak now can you?” he said with a smirk, groaning.

“oh fuck… keep using that pretty little mouth of yours.” he said, his hands wrapping around your neck.

“you know… i tolerate you a lot more when you don’t speak — in fact you should just stop speaking at all.” he murmured, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth.

“especially to that venti… i mean what’s so special about about him?”

you let out a muffled cry against his cock, tears bubbling up in your eyes.

“yeah..? trying to say something, slut?”

“mmh!” more tears streamed down your pretty face…

and scaramouche completely indulged in them.

“keep crying… yes cry for me whore.” he said, a maniacal lust in his eyes.

you let out another cry, making him groan.

“you want me to cum inside, y-yeah… that’s what you want.” he whimpered, his thrusts becoming faster.

you were still trying to fight back, however… he really did have a firm hold on your neck, leaving powerless against him.

“ah-” he let out a melodic moan before thick ropes of his cum bursted in your mouth.

“mmph…” your eyes fluttered shut as he finally pulled out of you.

“not a word about this, okay?” he asked, holding you by the chin.