#kinktober day 12

[aphroditelovesu]

Kinktober Day Twelve — Exhibitionism

❝ — 🍷 lady l: day twelve of kinktober!! I hope you like it!! Also, art is not mine, credit to the creators, unfortunately, I couldn't find them. Sorry for any mistakes ❤️

❝🍷pairing: yandere!dionysus x female!reader.

❝warnings: smut, NSFW, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving).

❝🍷word count: 1,130.

In ancient times, in the leafy hills of Greece, a fervent worship followed Dionysus, the god of wine, the party and ecstasy. Each spring, when the first sunbeams began to heat the earth, his followers gathered in ecstasy to celebrate his God in a spectacle known as Bacchanal.

The place chosen for this celebration was a clear in the heart of the forest, where centenary trees rose majestically around a rustic altar. Dressed with purple tunics and vine garlands tangled in his hair, followers of Dionysus danced and intoned songs in honor of the god of wine.

As the wine flowed freely into ceramic glasses, joy and passion took over everyone. Musicians played flutes and drums, and the flames of a large bonfire crackled in the center of the circle, casting a dancing light on the ecstatic faces of the participants.

Dionysus was represented by a young man, often chosen for his beauty and grace. He personified the god, and his followers paid homage to him, offering him grapes and wine. In the midst of the celebration, a reverential silence fell over the place when the young Dionysus ascended the altar and, in a gesture of divine communion, shared the wine with those present.

As the night progressed, the atmosphere became more intense and liberating. Followers danced barefoot, losing themselves in an ecstasy that connected them directly with the divine. It didn't matter their social origin, everyone was equal before Dionysus.

The Bacchanal of Dionysus was a tribute to the joy, vitality and strength of nature. In those moments of celebration, followers disconnected from the concerns of the everyday world, surrendering themselves to the power of the god of wine, in a search for spiritual transcendence through the party. And so, every spring, the Greek hills were filled with the singing, dancing and euphoria of Dionysus' devotees, in a festival that reminded everyone of the importance of celebrating life and the passion it offers.

You always knew that Dionysus was an armed exhibitionist and never had problems with that. Part because you were one too, but the idea of letting him fuck you in front of his followers was at least strange and a little uncomfortable.

His followers are all drunk, as they were always in the festivities, and they would hardly remember that, but you were still not sure.

Dionysus, however, already knew what he wanted and he always got what he wanted.

You on your knees and sucking him until you beg for him to fuck you in front of his followers. And he intended to accomplish this fantasy.

Dionysus stroked your face and removed a lock of hair from your eye and admired their color for a moment.

"On your knees." He said in an authoritarian way and you, not knowing how to react, obeyed him and fell on your knees to your God. You stuck your hand under his chiton and you stroked him as you felt his cock hard.

You approached more and pulled the chiton's fabric to the side, giving the complete sight of his cock for you. You could feel your salivary mouth and, without caring about the others, you licked the tip timidly. Your tongue moistened to the glans of his cock and Dionysus gasped.

You took his cock with your hand and suck him, swallowing the maximum of the length of the god you could handle. What was not fit in your mouth, you took with your hand and made light movements from top to bottom.

"F-Fuck!" Dionysus moaned and stroked your hair. The vision of you on your knees for him and sucking his cock was very delicious. He looked to the side and saw his followers observe you with interest. He smiled at them and drank a sip of his glass of wine.

You removed it from your mouth with an obscene sound and smiled to the god, your lips wet. You squeezed his cock and licked all the length, your tongue lingering on the glans. Dionysus moaned loudly and pulled you through the hair, forcing you to stop sucking it.

"Take off your clothes." He ordered and you, hesitantly, obeyed and slid your chiton through your body, giving the vision of your nakedness to all presents. Contrary to what you imagined, it filled you with desire and your core throbbed.

Dionysus removed his own chiton and stood naked too, he sat in the chair and slapped it lightly on his thigh. You understood what you should do and slowly, you took his shoulders, balancing, and after adjusting a little, your pussy was dangerously close to his dick.

"Ride me, sweetie." He whispered and you went down slowly, your cunt swallowing Dionysus's cock as you thrust his cock on you. You took a deep breath and moaned, feeling full. Dionysus grabbed your hip and gave a little push up, causing you to squirm with pleasure.

You moaned and squeezed the broad shoulders of the god and without caring about the crowd that watched you intently, you ride him. Your breasts moved as you moved your body and Dionysus kissed your neck, still squeezing your hip.

You whined when the god sucked the skin with a little force, definitely leaving a mark. You squeezed his shoulders and ride his cock frantically. Your cunt sucking his cock, your body receiving waves of pleasure with every move.

Dionysus looked around and smirked at his followers, who faced you with lust. Some drank his wine, others ate grapes and others kissed and touched.But they all had one thing in common, they never took the gaze from you.

"Your pussy is so good, princess!" Dionysus moaned and squeezed your waist, his head tucked between your breasts and licking your nipple from your left breast. You whimpered and felt your climax approach.

Dionysus threw his head back and moaned your name as he came inside you, his cum filling your tight pussy. You moaned and moving quickly on his cock, you came, your pussy clenching around him, cumming on his cock.

You clutched to the god, your body shaking a little. You did not dare look at others, not wanting to know what they were doing.

Dionysus lazily began to move inside you, his hip pushing up slowly. You looked up and looked at him in his eyes. He smirked.

"Our joke is just starting, princess." He drank a sip of his wine and kept moving his hip slowly. You moaned and grabbed him harder.

His followers never ceasing to look at his body.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 12 #greek mythology #greek gods #yandere greek mythology #yandere greek gods #dionysus x reader #yandere dionysus #yandere dionysus x reader #smut

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 12 - Somnophilia

Soap x Reader - 5.5k (on ao3)

summary: Your doctor offers to help you get home after your lasik eye surgery. (Reader POV & Johnny POV)

cw: noncon sex, drugging, kidnapping, briefly mentioned lasik eye surgery (no description past one mention of a scalpel)

note: tysm to ceil for giving me this idea <3 i did a few google searches on lasik eye surgery and tried to mention the actual feelings as little as possible, and also the drug johnny uses is probably literally impossible but its fic so who cares lol

“And… how long did you say I have to wear these?” You ask, tentatively touching the glasses resting over your eyes.

“Och, not long at all. Just until tonight, then you come in for a check-up tomorrow afternoon and I’ll let you know what other care you’ll need.” Dr. MacTavish replies, big hands adjusting the frames and pushing them up your nose.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are they usually painted like this?” You’d hardly been able to see post lasik-surgery - mostly just big swaths of color - but you feel far more vulnerable with the sunglasses on, their blacked out lenses leaving you entirely in the dark except for the blurry light around the rims. 

Your doctor’s laugh is low and comforting, his hand patting you on the shoulder before you hear him moving away. “Of course. Not all optometrists use them, but I’ve found for patients like you they have the best results.”

“Like me?”

“Yes,” another chuckle, and the sounds of what you assume are tools being put away. “Patients who struggle to be good and sit still during their surgery.”

“Ah.” You feel your cheeks go hot in embarrassment. “I really am sorry about that…”

“No need,” he reassures, his hand coming to rest on the back of your neck. You can’t help but jerk a little, the glasses slipping down your nose. “Oops, don’t be losin’ those, bonnie.”

Your cheeks go hot and you have to fight the urge not to reach up and fix them yourself since his hand gets their first. He rights them quickly, then taps the tip of your nose with a finger. “There you go. Let’s keep those where they should be, hm?” He gives the nape of your neck a squeeze, his palm warm and rough, and you do your best to nod without awkwardly dislodging him.

“Now, do you have a ride home?”

You suck your teeth a little at that. You hadn’t known you’d be wearing the dark glasses after - the care plan you and Dr. MacTavish had discussed beforehand had made it seem like you’d be able to ride the bus home, but you’re not comfortable doing that in your blinded state.

“Ah, not right now,” you start, tangling your fingers together in your lap to avoid rubbing at your itchy eyes. “But I can probably call a friend-”

“Nonsense,” Dr. MacTavish dismisses, moving away from you and back to whatever he’d been moving before. “You’re my last patient of the day, how about I give you a ride home?”

“Oh,” you start, startled at his offer. “Oh, that’s… no, that’s alright, Doctor. I’m sure one of my friends could-”

He interrupts you with a tsk, and suddenly there’s a hand at your elbows guiding you up, then just one as he walks you out of the office. “No, that won’t do. We need to get you home and in bed as soon as possible - it’s not good for you to be keeping your eyes open so much after surgery, you know.”

“Oh, really?” You gasp a little, letting him guide you. “Should I be keeping them closed? I don’t want to make anything worse…”

“You’re doing just fine, bonnie, no worries.” The hand on your elbow squeezes as you come to a stop, and you hear the sound of something being written on. “I’ll take good care of you now. C’mon.” What must be a pen is dropped onto what you can only assume is the front counter, and you’re guided forward again. “We’ll have you safe at home in no time.”

Dr. MacTavish’s car is nice - the seats aren’t cracking at all, the air conditioning works to cool the interior quickly, there’s a faint minty smell - but it disconcerts you more than you might’ve expected to be left completely blind in an unfamiliar environment, and with someone you don’t know past a professional relationship.

You give him your address after he buckles you in (you swear his hand brushes your chest, but it doesn’t linger and you don’t want to accuse him of something unfounded just because of a slight touch) and he doesn’t bother to input it into the GPS, tells you he already knows where the neighborhood is.

You haven’t felt so vulnerable in a long time. Even around the edge of the glasses, all you can see are blurs of color, and you feel oddly exposed without the ability to see. Your eyes itch and sting, and it takes conscious effort not to rub the feeling away. 

You lift a hand to rub them without even thinking but before it’s even halfway to your face Dr. MacTavish grabs it, pinning it to your thigh and making a low noise of dissent. “No rubbing now, lass, you know the rules.”

The heat creeping up your neck is entirely involuntary, and you tuck your free hand beneath your leg to resist the urge to squirm. “Right, of course, I’m sorry Dr. MacTavish.”

“Johnny, lass, no need for titles off the clock.”

You try to make a vague noise of understanding but end up sounding a bit like a bird, your hand clammy beneath his. He gives you a squeeze, but doesn’t let go. You’d ask him to move but… well, you don’t want to make things awkward when he’s your only way home at the moment and you figure he’s just helping. So you try to relax your fingers, and zone out to the sound of him humming along to the radio.

“Here we are,” he announces eventually, the car slowing to a stop before he turns into your driveway. “Nice neighborhood, hen. Very safe.”

You try to laugh casually and cringe when it just comes off as awkward - you’re unsure how to naviagte small-talk when all you really want to do is curl up in bed and sleep. “I just moved here recently, but it seems to be a pleasant area. I certainly don’t have any complaints.”

Dr. MacTavish - Johnny - hums in response, turning the car off and getting out to come to your side. He unbuckles you quickly and again there’s a little voice in the back of your head that says his hand lingered by your waist for just a few beats too long. But his fingers don’t venture anywhere appropriate, and you tell yourself that you’re seeing something that isn’t really there.

He keeps a hold of your elbow as he guides you up the stairs and into your building. He pauses and then a moment later you hear a ding, and the clear familiar sound of an elevator opening.

“Oh,” you say, shocked as he tugs you forward. “I had no idea the elevator was fixed - it’s been out of order since I moved in.”

“Really?” You hear press a button.

You stand there in silence for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, before you feel the elevator start to move.

“Um, Dr Ma- Johnny, what floor did you pick?”

There’s a pause before he answers, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Och, silly me,” Johnny laughs, the sound echoing in the metal walls. “Force of habit, bonnie, I picked my floor in my building. What’s yours?”

You try to laugh it off, but the way his fingers tighten almost imperceptiably against the crook of your elbow has you sounding a bit too stiff. “Four, please.”

“Four,” he hums, and you hear him press another button.

The ride up is a bit awkward, at least from your perspective. Johnny makes no attempt at conversation past the occasional hum along to the music, and you’re a little too on edge to worry about small-talk right now.

Calm down, you insist to yourself. He’s just being polite. Making sure you get home safe. You’ve got to stop seeing the worst in people.

You take a deep breath and force yourself to relax.

There’s a slightly uncomfortable silence when the door opens for the first time, both you and Johnny just waiting for it to close and take you to the proper floor. 

The doors are much quicker to open the third time, and you figure Johnny must live on the third or fifth floor in his own building for you to have gotten to your floor so quickly.

“What’s your apartment number, lass?”

You tell him, and his hold loosens slightly against your arm. There’s a part of you - the part still a little cautious for reasons you can’t quite name - that relaxes when the path he takes is familiar. Only a few steps, apartment on the right side of the hall.

“Let me get my keys,” you mumble, tugging your arm away from his and pulling your keychain out of your pocket. You’d opted not to bring a purse to your surgery, thinking you’d be riding the bus home mostly blind, so you’ve got virtually nothing to dig through before offering your keyring up. 

They’re taken, you hear the familiar jungling soun, and then you’re being guided into your apartment by a firm hand placed at the small of your back. You can’t help but sigh deeply in relief, the familiarity of your home a comfort when you still feel so unachored without your sight.

“Very cute place you’ve got,” Johnny compliments, a smile audible in his voice.

“Thank you.” You hesitate just a moment before going on, unsure of how to phrase your next sentence. “And thank you for all the help getting home, Doctor, I really do appreciate it.”

A.k.a., I’m safe, you can leave.

“Aye, of course!” Johnny says, sounding almost offended like you were implying he wouldn’t usually take his patients home. Another part of you relaxes - he probably does this for every patient he sees at the end of a workday, you’re certainly nothing special. “Now, let’s get you settled nice and snug in bed, and then I’ll be on my merry way.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to-”

“Nonsense!” You’re cut off as he drops a heavy hand onto the nape of your neck, ignoring your slightly dramatic flinch and guiding you forward. “I’ve gotten you this far, would be a shame if I left you now and you took a tumble, hm?”

“I think I can get around my own apartment well enough, “ you try to protest, a little huff of offense escaping without your permission.

“Well, now we won’t have to test that theory.”

He moves quickly and just seconds later you’re sort of shoved onto your bed - almost oddly high off the ground, but you chalk it up to the way you stumble onto it. 

Johnny scoops your feet up, laughs a little at your yelp and lays you out on the bed. You blink up into the dark glasses, a little gobsmacked at the sudden shift and odd amount of manhandling from the doctor.

“Do you have any pain meds, love? We wouldn’t want you wakin’ up in the middle of the night, all uncomfortable and hurt. Something light, like Advil or Tylenol?”

“Um, yes,” you stutter a bit, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and glancing up at where you hear his voice. “In my bathroom, on the counter. But Dr. MacTav-”

A hand presses into the center of your chest, forcing you back to the bed with a little oof before your hear him walk away. “Johnny, lass! What’ll I have to do to get you to call me the proper name, hm?”

His voice is almost jovial, and you hear him muttering to himself a bit through the open door of your bathroom before he returns. You hear water running for a moment, and then his shoes on the carpet of your bedroom as he comes back.

“Here,” he says as he grasps your hand, holding it palm open and dropping two pills into it. “And you had a spare cup in the bathroom, so you won’t have to swallow dry.”

“Thank… thank you, Doc- Johnny, truly, I appreciate it.” 

You swallow dryly, suddenly thankful for the glass of water. The pills are small in your palm, familiar but there’s something in the back of your head screaming at you. You run your fingers over them absentmindidly, the stinging itch in your eyes growing.

Johnny scoops an arm around your shoulders, helping you sit up a bit and guiding the glass to your lips. “Here you are, lass, quick sip.”

You listen, then pop the pills into your mouth and swallow them with the water.

“Good girl,” Johnny hums, his voice vibrating through your side. His hand squeezes the shoulder in his grasp, and you shudder out a breath at the odd… intimacy? That doesn’t quite feel like the right word, but affection feels too distant for how close he holds himself.

You’re guided back down, head resting on a somewhat-flat pillow, and Johnny moves down to the end of the bed to take off your shoes.

Now that you’re resting in bed, it hits you how exhausted you are. The past few days of worrying over your procedure, the actual stress of the surgery itself, and the odd tension you’ve carried since all leave you feeling drained entirely once your head hits the pillow.

“We’ll get these shoes off so you’re nice and comfortable,” you hear Johnny say, his voice a little muffled now that you’re nearly half-asleep already. “Tired, lass?”

You only hum a bit, curling onto your side once both of your shoes are off, the sound of them thudding on the carpet almost silent. Your nose scrunches a bit as you get your first scent of the pillow. It doesn’t quite smell right, the lingering air of shampoo is definitely not one you’re familiar with.

There’s a shift of weight against your back, then a hand stroking over your head.

“Just sleep, bonnie. I’ll watch out for you.”

There’s a part of you, still awake enough, that thinks that isn’t right. But the more major part of you is already asleep. 

———————————————————————

Johnny can’t help but smile as he watches you sleep. The little trail of drool dripping from your lips onto his pillow, the soft sounds of your breathing, the twitches to your expression as you dream.

You’re truly adorable. He’d known it as soon as you came for a consultation about the surgery, and every moment spent after has only cemented that in his head. Even the way you tensed and squirmed in his chair while he was working was cute, your desperation to be good and listen overpowering your fear of what he was doing.

He reflects on the day as he gets undressed, folding his clothes on your dresser. You’d been very nervous, and even his most soothing tone and friendly conversation topics hadn’t done much to help. It’s natural - nobody’s ever at ease with a scalpel held over their eye - but he’d still felt a little dissapointed that his presense wasn’t of much help calming you down.

But it’s alright. You’ll learn very soon that you can trust him.

It was easier than he’d expected to get you back to his home. You’re far too trusting, apparently - another reason it’s for the best if he keeps an eye on you - and past some clear tension in your stance, you hadn’t fought him once or even tried to make sure he had taken you to the right place.

Johnny’s certainly not going to complain, though. His plan had been half-baked at best. Honestly if you’d even put up a slight bit of resistance, he probably would have taken you back home - your home - and gone back to the drawing board.

He can’t help but smile a bit. The fact that you hadn’t fought at all is just more proof that this was meant to be.

He climbs over your body, his naked skin brushing against your clothes. You don’t shift at all as he rolls you to your back, your face still relaxed in sleep. His smile grows.

“Pretty girl,” he coos, brushing a hand over your face. “Can you hear me?”

Nothing. Not even a twitch.

It’s easy to push your shirt up your stomach. He doesn’t take it off, not quite willing to risk that much movement while the drugs could still be settling in.

God, the way you’d just taken his pills with no hesitation, with just complete and total trust in him to do right by you. It makes his cock stifen against your stomach, the way you’d just listened and trusted him.

He moans as he finally pushes your shirt up to your collarbones, the sight of your tits bringing him to full hardness almost immediately. You’d dressed up for him, soft white lace wrapped around your beautiful chest. 

He ducks down to suck a peak into his mouth, tonguing at a nipple through the fabric. He groans a bit at the taste of your skin, muted as it is, and quickly tugs down the cup of the bra to get a real bite of you.

He could lay there at your tits for hours, he just knows it. He kisses his way across your chest, gives your other nipple some love and thumbing at the first with a free hand. He forces his movements to stay soft and slow, resists the urge to bite and leave a ring of teeth marks around your areola.

“Taste so good, baby,” he whispers as he pushes himself up, admiring the shiny spit across your skin. He rubs it in a little, spreading himself across any place his lips hadn’t touched. “Gonna let me get a taste of your pussy too?”

Obviously you don’t respond. Still, Johnny smiles down at you and moves to pet your stomach.

“Yeah, I know you will. Just wanna be a good girl for me, hm?”

Of course you do, he already knows you’ll be good to him - be good for him. 

It’s easy to wrap his hands around your waist and flip you gently to your stomach. He guides your head to the side and pulls your hair away to make sure he can get a good view of your pretty face, leans down to give you a soft kiss on the cheek and breathes in the scent of your bodywash and shampoo. 

Your pants are easy enough to get off, and he forces himself to tug them all the way off both legs before even looking at your sweet little ass. He’d been staring at any chance he could all day, had kept his eyes glued to your backside for the entire elevator ride up to his apartment when he was sure you couldn’t see his leering. 

Now he can’t help but groan aloud when he kneels over your thighs, the sight of you vulnerable and limp beneath him almost too much to handle.

“C’mon, spread your knees for me, lass,” he mutters, slowly moving your legs to the side and moving between them. He’s careful as he props you up onto your knees, folding them beneath you and making sure to balance you with one hand on your hip so you don’t fall to the side.

He’s nearly drooling as he gets his first sight of your core - lips just slightly spread, pretty pink pussy peeking out at him. It’s almost too much, he has to give himself a few quick jerks just to lessen the ache building in his cock.

“Look at you,” he says on a sigh, dipping his head low enough to breathe in your scent. He hikes your hips up a little higher to keep you at the right angle, quickly shushes your little noise of discontent at the shift.

“It’s alright, you’re ok,” he reassures, petting over your hip a few times to calm your unconscious mind. “Just wanna make you feel good, pretty thing. You got nothin’ to worry about.”

He licks you, from clit to ass, to help you calm down a bit more. It works - your body goes a little more limp in his hold, your back arching more easily into the position he wants. He licks you several more times, groaning as he tries to cover every inch of your cunt, tasting every piece of skin he can. He lays his tongue flat at first, then uses the tip to make sure he doesn’t miss a spot.

“So good,” he moans, burying his face into your center and just breathing there for a moment. There’s a little bit of slick beginning to drip from your hole, but not much. He licks it up anyway, savoring the taste and promising to feast later. 

He stays glued to your clit for a bit, taking the little bud between his lips and running the tip of his tongue over it again and again until he finds the exact spot that makes your thighs twitch, the pattern that has you whining every other breath.

Johnny moves back up, laps at the sweet nectar dripping steadily from you now. Every little flick of his tongue arouses you more, and no matter how long he keeps his mouth on you he knows he’d never run out of your taste.

It’s with only a bit of reluctance that he pulls away. He spreads both of your cheeks with his palms, admiring your two tight little holes and the sheen covering your most sensitive spots. He’d like to give your ass a few smacks, paint it red and watch you squirm, but he’s not sure how much sensation he can give you without pulling you from the drugs’ hold.

Which is also why he tucks a few fingers into your cunt, just to stretch you out. He’d like to fuck into you without any prep at all, watch your pretty face scrunch up as you’re spread on the thickest cock you’d ever taken (and he knows he’s the biggest you’ve had). Maybe you would even cry a little, blink teary eyes up at him and ask him to slow down.

He groans at the image, scissoring his fingers inside of you to prepare you as quickly as he can. 

It’s easy to ease himself forward and line his cockhead up with your little hole. He knows another finger would’ve been a kindness, but with how his cock throbs between his legs he’s not sure he’ll make it very long once he’s finally inside of you. 

So he taps the tip against your leaking hole, snorts quietly when the thought pops into his head that he’s almost knocking on a door, then slowly lets himself sink inside of your heat. He’s stares transfixed at the way your body opens for him so easily, a smooth coming together that he wishes he never had to look away from.

He keeps a secure grip on your hips, letting gravity do most of the work as his hips push forward steadily. His head rolls back on his neck, mouth hanging open and grunts spilling from his lips as your tight heat envelops him further and further.

He pauses halfway in to take a breather, just so he doesn’t come before his balls even meet your clit. Your body’s grip on him is unlike anything he’s ever felt, and he knos he made the right choice in bringing you home with him.

It’s hard, but Johnny manages to control himself and keep from fucking you too roughly. His thrusts are long and slow if a little extra harsh, and he stares down at your scrunched up little face and imagines all the filthy ways he’ll have you in the coming weeks.

You shift on your knees when he hits a particularly nice spot, little whines pouring from your throat on exhales. His thrusts nearly punch the air from your body, and he finds himself breathing in sync with you as he loses himself more and more to the pleasure.

He slips a hand from your waist to your clit as he gets closer. It would be awfully selfish of him to leave you needy after getting himself off, and he’s not about to deny himself the tight clench of your body as he brings you to climax.

It takes a little bit of trial and error to figure out what feels good for you - he can’t quite discern the difference between a nose scrunch of frustration and one of pleasure - but the steady pumps of his hips and the constant motions against your clit quickly bring you to the edge.

Your cunt tightens deliciously around him as you finally come, but the true beauty is in the way you go absolutely boneless beneath him. He has to firm up his grip on your waist just to keep you from sinking flat on the bed, huffing a laugh as he thrusts just a bit faster, just enough to get himself there too.

He lets his head fall beside yours as the two of you ride out your climaxes together, staring wide-eyed at the way your face relaxes into the pleasure. He leans forward enough to mesh your lips together, messily forcing your mouth open and licking at your tongue.

It’s not the best kiss - he has to do all the work, and he ends up soaking both of your chins in spit - but he relishes in it anyway. Your first kiss together is something he knows he’ll want to remember for years to come.

He hardly notices as he slips from your body, tingles shooting through every nerve leaving him mostly unaware of his body’s functions. He hardly has the energy to make sure he doesn’t crush you beneath him, instead laying beside you and tucking you into his chest.

“Thank you, bonnie,” he whispers into your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “That was fantastic. Can’t wait to do it again, maybe you’ll do a bit more next time, yeah?” He laughs a little at his own joke, snuggling you close to him and letting his eyes shut slowly.

———————————————————————

You’re not sure how long it’s been when you wake up next, but you can tell immediately that something isn’t right. 

First of all, you’re half naked. And you can tell you’re half naked because your legs are being cradled by someone else’s naked legs. And you know for a fact that you didn’t bring anyone home with you.

Except… it occurs to you slowly as you finally blink stinging eyes open, except you did. Dr. MacTavish brought you home.

And you let him into your apartment. You just handed your keys over to a man you hardly knew, let him guide you right to bed without any sort of fight.

Your head pounds with a vengeance, right behind your already hurting eyes.

You let him give you pills, too. You remember that, though it’s the last thing you remember. He asked where your pain meds were and you didn’t even bother to check that he’d given you what you expected. You just swallowed them with water, like this was a man you could trust.

The slight soreness between your thighs tells you that you couldn’t.

The tears that begin to gather in your eyes hurt, which makes you want to cry even more. You can’t hold back a sniffle, then a hiccup, then what sounds more like sobs than anything else.

You bring your hands up to cover your mouth, briefly recoil and the weight over your torso.

You can’t bring yourself to look, but you know who’s in bed with you.

Johnny wakes up just minutes later, shifting and making a soft sound of confusion. It must not take him long to put the pieces together because it only takes him a few seconds to start cooing, his rough palm cupping your face over your own hands.

“Lass?” He hums, and from your peripheral you see his brows furrow. It’s only a slight comfort that you even can see. “What’s wrong?”

That almost gets a laugh out of you. You nearly choke on the sound, spit catching in your throat. “What’s- what’s wrong?”

He sighs, like he already knows. Of course he knows. He has to know.

“Don’t be upset.” He leans a little closer, and to your horror you feel him press his lips against your forehead. “You can be awake next time, yeah? Then you won’t feel so left out.”

“Left out,” you echo, a strain of horror making its way into your voice.

“But only if you can be good,” he clarifies. “No fighting me now. Just keep being good for me and you can stay awake, alright?”

“Good…” You feel like a robot, but the combination of your headache and the absurdity of your situation leaves you unable to process what’s happening.

It processes much faster when you feel one of his hands slide up the shirt you’re - by some miracle - still wearing. It’s instinctual to jerk up the bed and away when he goes straight for one of your breasts.

“Get- get off me!” Your voice is nearly a shriek, the pitch sending a shock of pain up your skull.

You don’t make it very far in your tiny escape attempt, Johnny quickly hefting himself above you and pinning you down with his weight.

“Now, lass,” he scolds, face set in a frown that you can’t tell is sarcastic or serious. “What did I just say?”

You can’t make yourself speak, fingers trembling beside your head as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

“C’mon,” he goads, dropping his weight a little lower. “Just gotta do one thing for me to stay awake, tell me what it was.”

“I’m not-” you gasp a big breath, blinking up at the man above you. “I’m not fucking calming down! Get off of me, you freak, how dare you-”

“Alright!” He nearly shouts, drowning you out. “That’s enough of that. Back to sleep with you, I think. We’ll see if you can handle participating next time.”

He’s leaned to the side before you can really register what he’s said, scooping two little white pills into his palm and coming back over you.

“Open wide,” he taunts, lips curled into a small smirk as he holds his closed fist above your mouth.

Every instinct in you says to scream and shout, to fight back. But he’s got you pinned with your arms stuck between the two of you, unable to lift your hands and cover your mouth, so you clamp your lips as tightly shut as you can to keep him out.

Johnny only sighs, like you’re making his drugging terribly inconvenient. You squeeze your eyes shut to block out his face, praying that you’ll open them and this will all just be a terrible nightmare.

“Really, lass?” He complains, his free hand reaching up to pinch your nose. Without anything to hold him up, you’re nearly crushed beneath his body weight. “Very mature. I can pinch far longer than you can hold your breath, y’know. You’re making this difficult for no good reason.”

Your eyes fly open at that, glaring up at him with what you hope is a scathing look.

He only laughs.

“Very cute,” he hums, rubbing his nose against your cheek. Your chest burns from the lack of air. “I think you’ll be just perfect to keep around the house. You’ll brighten this place in all the right ways, won’t you?”

Your eyes well with tears as black stars begin to dance across your vision. Completely against your own will, your lips part and you suck in a deep breath.

Johnny doesn’t waste any time - you nearly choke on the pills as they fly down your throat with the air you desperately inhale. You nearly choke, hacking with tears streaming from your eyes, but Johnny just holds a hand over your mouth and brings you both up enough to harshly pat your back.

“There you go, you’re ok,” he mumbles in your ear, rubbing the place he’d slapped as your chest heaves with desperate breaths. The pills leave an uncomfortable lump in your throat, and you reach up to rub at it as if that will make it any better.

He stays like that, holding you close, for several long heartbeats.

“Good girl,” he hums, lips pressing to your temple and the sound rumbling through the contact. “I hope you won’t make me do that next time, I’d much rather you be awake for this next part.”

He lays you back slowly, and you distantly wonder what on Earth he’s given you to knock you out so quickly. Already your eyes feel heavier and you’ve hardly swallowed. You try to keep your eyes open as long as possible, which leaves you staring up at Johnny as he hovers above you.

“It’s not the worst thing, though,” he whispers, hand cupping your cheek and thumb passing your undereye. “I don’t mind having you like this, soft and sweet for me.”

Your eyes finally flutter shut just as you feel your legs being nudged apart.

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[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Twelve: Somnophilia - Changbin/Chan

Tags: smut, mildly dubious consent, top!Changbin, bottom!Chan, just Changbin being whipped for Chan

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Chan was so pretty when he slept. His hair, wavy from the shower he took the night before, fanned across the pillow and framed his cheeks. His cheeks were pink from being deep under a pile of blankets all night and there was a glow to them that was probably left from the sex he’d had before bed. His strawberry-pink lips were parted slightly. His pink tongue was visible through the small space. It would be so easy to dip a finger inside…

Changbin didn’t think of himself as greedy. He knew when to control himself, how much of anything was too much. Not when it came to Chan, however. When it came to Chan, he was insatiable. It didn’t matter that less than eight hours ago, he had fucked Chan into the mattress until he was crying. It didn’t matter that he had filled him up with his cum at least twice, and made Chan come three times. It didn’t matter that he had eaten him out in the shower after that to clean him, making him nearly collapse against the tiled walls. 

None of that mattered because he still wanted more. 

The longer Changbin watched Chan’s peacefully sleeping form, the more he wanted. There were only two times where Chan truly looked at peace. When he was asleep and when he was taking Changbin’s cock. So maybe the wires in Changbin’s brain were a little crossed. Maybe that’s why his cock was steadily hardening in his sweatpants just from seeing Chan sleeping peacefully in the bed. 

They had talked about this before. Chan said that Changbin could have him whenever he wanted, even if he was asleep. Changbin had never taken him up on that offer. But he had wanted to many times. Something held him back each time, mostly because he felt guilty waking Chan up. But also because even if Chan said it was okay, there was something about it that felt wrong, dirty. 

But right now, that only made him want it more. 

Chan had slept well last night. Better than he did most nights. Changbin still felt bad at the prospect of waking him up, but he didn’t think he could wait this time. Would Chan stay still like this? Breathing quietly, body soft and pliant, perfect for Changbin to use? Would he instead be reactive for Changbin just like he was when he was awake? Would he moan in his sleep, start having a wet dream, spread his legs more for Changbin on instinct? 

“Fuck,” Changbin said under his breath. He wanted to know. No, he needed to know. 

Carefully, Changbin rolled the blankets back. He bit his lip at the sight of Chan’s naked body, drank it in as the early morning rays danced across his skin in speckles of pink and orange. Splotches of purple decorated his smooth skin, the only blemish across the smooth expanse of his muscles. Some of them were older and more faded, others still had the vibrancy of a new bruise, placed there by Changbin’s lips just hours before. 

He took a few more moments to admire the elder, a small smile on his lips while he did so. Then he quietly grabbed the lube from where they left it on their bedside drawer and set it on the bed. Then, he began to carefully move between his legs. He pushed his thighs apart as gently as he could, adjusting his position with slow, steady movements that mimicked what he might make on his own while asleep. Chan stirred a little bit and he stopped, but as soon as Chan stilled he started again. 

Once he was safely between Chan’s parted thighs, he warmed up a little lube with his fingers and pressed his pointer finger against his hole.Chan moved again and let out a soft sigh and Changbin paused again. He really didn’t want to wake him before he got a little more sleep, but he had already made it this far. His desperation was too much. So he continued, pressing his finger all the way inside. Chan was still loose and stretched out from their previous activities and Changbin found it easy to push a second finger past his rim. He swallowed thickly when Chan clenched around him in his sleep, the reaction almost automatic. He looked up from where his hole was sucking his fingers in and noticed that his cock was beginning to harden as well, filling out where it rested against his thigh. It made something delicious burn in Changbin’s stomach to know that Chan was just as responsive even in his sleep. 

The third finger was a tighter fit than the second but Chan was still loose enough that it only took a moment for Changbin to be able to push them all the way in. Chan sighed again, but this time it sounded more like a moan. Changbin gave a gentle thrust of his fingers and watched as Chan’s abdomen tensed and his cock twitched. Changbin had to swallow back a groan at the sight. Changbin spread his fingers and Chan’s breath hitched. The faint light in the room showed his eyes moving rapidly under his lids, showing Changbin that he was dreaming. With the way his cock was beginning to leak, he figured his touches had triggered a wet dream. 

He removed his fingers after another moment when he decided Chan was definitely stretched enough to take his cock. He moved slowly so Chan still slept. He was letting out soft moans in his sleep even though he wasn't being touched anymore and the look on his sleeping face was one of bliss. 

Changbin rested his hands on Chan’s waist. He was so built and strong but it sometimes amazed Changbin how small he actually was. He held his breath and bit his lip as he pushed inside Chan. He nearly choked as his wet heat wrapped around him and the softness of his walls rubbed against his cock. He was still tight but he was so much more pliant in his sleep. There was none of the tension that usually followed Chan wherever he went. Just total calm. 

Once Changbin had given himself a few seconds to get used to the feeling of being inside Chan (no matter how often he was he would never get fully used to it), he began to move. Chan’s mouth fell open more and he moaned as Changbin gave the first deep thrust. He was slow, careful, and he wanted to take care of Chan. Give him a few more moments of blissful calm and pleasure before he woke. And maybe it was a little selfish, but he wanted to see Chan like this for a little longer. 

It was almost torture to fuck him so slow. Sweat beaded on Changbin’s forehead, not from the exertion that usually came with sex, but from the amount of restraint he was using. When Chan inevitably woke up, he would be able to fuck him harder. But for now he relished in the fact that each thrust had Chan’s body going rigid and had soft moans spilling from his mouth. Heat coiled in Changbin’s stomach and pleasure raced up his spine. He didn���t realize how worked up he was just from looking at Chan and fingering him until he’d gotten his cock inside him. He wasn’t going to last long. 

Changbin shifted his position a little to get more comfortable, a slight burn in his thighs already. His shift though caused his dick to hit right along Chan's prostate and the elder moaned loudly, his eyes finally peaking open. Changbin pouted a little but continued pushing into him. He didn’t want Chan to stop feeling good for even a second, and by now he was looking for his own high as well. 

“Bin–Binnie?” Chan asked, voice husky with sleep. He opened his mouth to continue but moaned instead as Changbin hit his prostate with his cock again. “ Ngh –Binnie, fuck,” he moaned, eyes falling shut again. He inhaled shakily and licked his lips. Changbin gave his waist a reassuring squeeze and brushed over his stomach with his thumb. 

“You want me to keep going, hyung?” he asked, just to be sure. He knew Chan had said before that this was okay, that he wanted to wake up to Chan fucking him, but if that had changed at all, he would stop immediately. 

“Y-yeah, s’good,” Chan slurred. 

“Good,” Changbin said, the corner of his lips turning up in a smirk. He picked up his pace a little bit, but focused more on giving Chan deep, precise thrusts. The sun had risen more outside and the warm morning light made Chan look so soft and gentle. Even though Changbin’s cock was aching and he twitched every time Chan clenched around him, he felt a bit sentimental. Chan’s beauty had a way of doing that to him. 

“Hah-how long were you– nngh -fuck, right there–” Chan managed when Changbin delivered a particularly hard thrust. Oh, how Chan’s sounds drove him mad . Chills ran up and down his spine and more blood rushed to his cock. 

“How long, what, hyung?” Changbin asked, a bit of condescension dripping into his tone. 

“H-how long’ve you been fuckin’ me?” Chan finished, a deep red spreading across his pretty cheeks, one that was pinker than the sunrise had been. 

“Not too long,” Changbin responded, followed by a moan when Chan’s hole squeezed around him. “You–shit–you just looked so pretty. Can never get enough of you so I couldn’t wait. I didn’t wanna wake you.” 

A small smile made its way onto Chan’s face. “That’s okay. I’ll never mind getting woken up like this,” he said, which was evident by how hard he was clenching around Changbin and how hard and red his pretty cock was. 

“You were still loose,” Changbin commented through gritted teeth as he rolled his hips. Chan gasped, throwing his head back. “Didn’t even need to prep you.” Changbin could feel himself getting closer, Chan’s reactions to his words and touches alone enough to get him off. The coil of heat in his belly was tightening and it would only be a few more minutes before it snapped. 

“Sh-shit, Binnie,” Chan whined, a bit of his accent slipping through with the closer he got. Changbin loved when Chan’s accent slipped out when he spoke Korean, especially because that was a tell-tale sign he was about to come. 

“You gonna come for me, Channie-hyung?” Changbin asked, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust. Chan responded with a gasp and a quick nod of his head. “Good, you look so pretty when you come,” he said softly, his thumb rubbing along his stomach once again. “Go on, you can touch yourself if you need to.” Chan never really had to ask him for permission for anything, but he liked to receive it anyway. He spent so much time having to be in charge and having to know what to do that sometimes it was just nice to have someone else do it for him. 

Chan reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock, timing the pumps of his fist with Changbin’s thrusts. Changbin had been fucking him slow and deep the whole time but now he couldn’t resist picking up his thrusts. Pleasure zipped up his spine at the sight of Chan jerking off his leaking cock and the feeling of his walls around his cock. He rolled his hips a few more times before he came with a groan, filling Chan up with his cum. 

Chan keened as Changbin rode out his orgasm, twitching inside him. Changbin coming was enough to tip him over the edge and he let out a long whine as he came all over his stomach. Changbin’s cock twitched again at the sight of Chan’s blissed-out face as he came, but he tried to keep his arousal at bay. “So pretty, hyung,” he hummed, reaching up to caress Chan’s cheek. Chan hummed softly as he did. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. 

“I’m gonna have to take another shower now,” he said with a playful pout. 

Changbin rolled his eyes. “That’s all you have to say? I see how it is,” he responded, shaking his head. Chan laughed and suddenly an idea popped into Changbin’s mind. “Actually…I have a better way to clean you up.” 

Chan raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “Huh? How–oh.” 

Changbin pulled out and pushed himself back, dipping his head between Chan’s thighs. Chan shivered around him and he smirked as he got to work. It was a nice way to clean him up, but it was also an excuse to continue touching him, because Changbin truly would never get enough.

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[holylulusworld]

Too much - Kinktober 12

Summary: He’s back in town. Back in your life.

Request: hi! idk if you're allowing request but I'd like to give you this idea of mine since you're the only one I trust that can execute this very well and uhm,, having steve eating reader out, but instead of reader just lying on the bed, she's sitting on top of steve's face coz he requested it.

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Cunnilingus + overstimulation + face-sitting and a hint of beard burn

Idea by @elle14-blog1​

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Square 8 filled for @anyfandomkinkbingo: Old Flame

Square B1 filled for @mcukinkbingo: Answering a Craigs list ad

Square E2 filled for @steverogersbingo: Online dating

Square 18 filled for @star-spangled-bingo: Hair pulling

Square 16 filled for @marvelfluffbingo (expired): old flame au

Warnings: angst, language, getting back together, light hair pulling, oral (fem rec), face riding, dirty talk, fluff, overstimulation

Words: 900

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“A Craig’s list ad, seriously, Cap?” Sam chuckles as his friend and confidant scrolls through his burner phone. “You think she will answer?” 

“I tried every platform she’s on. Even Tinder,” Steve sighs. “I need to see her and apologize. Sam, I just upped and left after the fight with Tony.”

“Online dating, Steve,” Natasha glances at the phone in Steve’s hand. “Why didn’t you just call her? Stalking your ex on Tinder is a new low.”

“Just stay out of my business. She will meet up with me to buy my sofa,” nodding to himself Steve looks at his phone again. “And you all know I can’t call Y/N. Ross and his minions would arrest her for even talking to me, Nat. ”

“You’ve got to be shitting me. Steven Grant Rogers! It was you? The guy on Tinder and Craig's list? I wanted to buy a fucking couch and you come around?”

“Baby,” he smirks darkly while stepping closer to you to cup your face. “I’ve missed you too.”

“I didn’t miss you at all,” you lie. 

“If you need a place to sit on,” you swallow thickly when his lips touch yours, “you can use my face, doll. I’ve missed having your cunt all over my face.”

“You’ve got a beard now.”

You run your hands over his beard. “Do you want to go for a ride?”

“I hope you know how to handle that beard, Sir…”

“Get up here,” Steve purrs. He just watches you step between his long legs, wearing little to nothing. “Let me see that pretty pussy up close.”

“Steve.”

“Please, doll. Give me that,” he lies back on the bed and gets comfortable, waiting for you to get on top of him. “Y/N…”

“I don’t know. Steve, we haven’t seen each other for so long and now you want to eat me out?” 

You sigh.

“’s all I dreamed of, doll.”

“I hope you are worth my time and that I missed the chance to get my hands on a vintage sofa,” you shimmy out of your panties, the last barrier protecting your cunt from his perfect face.

“I’ll be worth your time, darling.”

“Do you remember our safety tap?” you crawl onto the bed. “Steve?”

“I tap your thigh twice or pinch your thigh.”

“You’re such a good boy.”

“Boy?”

“Be still now,” you harshly pull at his hair. “Put your mouth to better use than talking. You’ll not talk until you made me cum.”

You go on your knees and straddle Steve's chest. He just looks at you, a content smile on his lips as you slowly move forward until your knees are placed on either side of Steve’s head.

“Spread those pretty legs,” he mumbles. “Please.”

You spread your legs far enough apart to provide good access to your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck doll. Give me that pussy.”

You grab the headboard to make sure to not lose balance. “Steve.”

While you hover over his face. It’s been too long since you and Steve had time to explore each other’s bodies.  

“Baby,” slowly lowering down until you feel his lips touch your pussy, you take a deep breath, “hold still.”

You whimper, but try to stay still as Steve grips your hips and gets to work. He laps at your folds, forcing tiny moans out of you. He licks over your clit while guiding your body. His mouth and tongue seem to work in sync to break your will.

“Steve,” you grip the headboard tighter when he pokes your thigh to tell you to start grinding. “Fuck.”

You’ve missed Steve. But you missed his talented mouth even more.

You stop grinding and let Steve take over control. Your breathing quickens and you moan his name as he picks up the pace. 

“Steve,” he doesn’t let up. Even when you slap the headboard. He rubs his beard against your pussy, flicks your clit with his tongue, or wraps his mouth around your sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Steve,” you gush all over his face, but he still doesn’t stop. He hums against you and keeps on sucking, licking, flicking, and nibbling. “STEVE!”

You want to move off his face, but Steve holds your body in a tight grip. “I can’t,” you come again, whining as it’s still not enough for Steve. He puts even more effort into taking you apart.

His tongue slides in and out of your cunt, making your legs quiver. “Steve, please. No more.”

You can hear him chuckle against your sex. That’s all you get from him. He simply keeps on fucking you with his tongue. “Steve,” you arch your back and start grinding again. “No—I…”

Steve only stops to get a few gulps of air before he buries his face back between your thighs. He nuzzles your pussy. “Steve, stop. I can’t take it anymore…”

“I’m sorry for leaving without telling you anything. I had to get Sam and the others out,” he whispers as you snuggle in his chest. “We always kept an eye on you, though.”

“I want to come with you,” you cover his mouth with your hand. “No protests. I got two duffle bags hidden in the back of my wardrobe.”

“You’ve been waiting for me to return.”

Steve sniffles.

“I would’ve waited all my life for you, Steve…”

That night Steve takes you with him. He’ll never leave you out of sight ever again…

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[fanfics4all]

Somnophilia

Request: Yes / No kinktober day 12

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Nick Clark x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 883

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Somnophilia

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*Nick’s POV*

Y/N and I were at her pace alone. I was staying the night since we were dating for a year now. My mom was happy that I was with someone that wasn’t into drugs. We were on her couch and cuddling. We were watching a movie and the guy was currently fucking his girlfrend who was dead asleep. My eyes widened and I glanced at Y/N who looked almost excited about the scene. I watched for a few more moments and glanced back at her. She was rubbing her thighs together and I looked at her shocked. 

“I-Is this turning you on?” I asked and she jumped slightly. She blushed and looked up at me. 

“Uh… N-No…” She stuttered, blushing deeper. 

“Babe, are you into the idea of someone fucking you while you sleep?” I asked and she turned away from me. 

“What? No! That’s crazy!” She laughed, unconvicingly. 

“Hey, there’s no reason to be embarrassed.” I said and pulled her into my lap. 

“Are you into this?” I asked. She shyly nodded and looked up at me through her lashes. 

“So… if you were ever dead asleep, I could play with you? You give me permission?” I asked and she nodded. 

“Yes I give you permission.” She smiled and I smiled. 

“Do you wanna try tonight?” I asked and her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded. She quickly got up and ran to her room. I looked at her confused, but she came back quickly with two melatonin tabs. 

“Aren’t you supposed to just take one?” I asked and she nodded. 

“Yeah, but I wanna make sure I’m asleep.” She answered. 

“Y/N, I don’t want you to get hurt.” I said worriedly. 

“Nicky, I’ll be fine. Trust me.” She said and downed the two tabs. We continued watching the movie, but I couldn’t focus. I was so hard thinking about fucking my girlfriend while she was sleeping. I never even thought about something like this before, but I was into it. 

Y/N’s head lulled onto my shoulder after maybe ten minutes. Her eyes slowly closed and I took a deep breath. I lifted her up after I turned off the movie, and took her to her room. I laid her on the bed, she was completely dead weight. I took off her shirt and looked at her full breasts and hardening nipples. I touched her breast and felt myself hardening more. I caught her nipple between my two fingers and stoked my cock. I was very horny. She was uncoscious and oblivious to the world around her. I was suddenly aware that I could do anything. She was in my power. I pulled her shorts off along with her underwear. I reached over to her drawer and pulled out the lube. I squirted a little on the end of my dick. The thought of what I was about to do ecited me more than I thought it would. I spread her legs and ran my hand up her smooth thighs. I brushed against her pussy and she didn’t even move. I slipped one lubricated finger into her and pushed up to find her g-spot. I rubbed the area slightly and she started moving against me. I thought she was waking up, but she wasn’t. She moaned a little and seemed to be dreaming. I could feel that she was getting aroused. I knelt between her legs and brought it to the point where my tip was nudging into her, easily slipping inside. We’ve done this before, but it felt new and exciting. I was taking my time, watching her sleep and be unaware that I was inside her. I was sliding rhythmically in and out of her. At first I was putting most of my weight on my arms above her head, but gradually my weight shifted and I was laying on top of her. She moved under me, but still not waking up. It was almost like she was dreaming of being fucked. I pulled out of her and turned her over. I pulled her hips ip so that she was sort of on her knees. I had to support her and it wasn’t easy, she kept falling to one side. I knelt behind her and pushed my cock into her again. That’s when I had an idea. I grabbed the lube and squirted a good amount onto her puckered up asshole. I pulled my cock from her and put it against her ass. I pushed inside her and her ass stretched to acomidate my size. She started moaning a little in her sleep so I stopped. I pushed a little more, but the tight feeling was too much and I came hard. I pumped into her before pulling out. I settled her in a more comfortable position on her side for sleeping and got off the bed to go wash up. I threw some cold water on my face and just sat in the bathroom thinning about what I just did. I quickly got a wash cloth and did my best to clean Y/N up, then laid down next to her. I pulled her close to me and kissed her head. 

“God I love you.” I murmured and fell asleep alongside her.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 12: Satanic(Be My Druidess)

warnings/kinks: smuttiness, satanic ritual, satanic sacrifice mention, deflowering, virginal kink, slight mentions of grooming, AU, Vergil is a demon overlord, vaginal fingering, loss of virginity, creampie, rough sex, mentions of drugging, mentions of alcohol, dark and mature themes not suitable for everyone, satanic imagery

pairings: Vergil x Fem!Reader

word count: 2.5k

tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

Your whole life, you’ve known you’d become a sacrifice to him. He was your overlord, after all. You grew up under watchful care of the elders of your village, making sure you’d be the perfect sacrifice for him. Vergil wasn’t someone to trifle with. He was a serious man, but it was his demonic powers that proved to be too much for your little village.

As you grew up, you found yourself pushing the idea of being a sacrifice out of your mind. You wanted to live a normal life, despite the fact that it would be cut short. It wasn’t long before you blossomed from a small child into a beautiful young woman. During your twenty-first year, you were meant to be sacrificed. You had fallen in love with a man from your village, only to be torn away from him and all your friends and family.

The night air is cold on your body as you finally come to. You’re dressed in a tattered dress and forced into a horse-drawn carriage. You barely had time to even bid goodbye to your mother, who was in hysterics. Your father watched with bated breath as he tried to figure a way out of this one. But it was much too late. You had reached the age where Vergil would consume your soul. You were the perfect specimen at this point. Not too young and not too old. As the carriage pulled you further and further away from the village, your heart sank.

In the deep forest, you find yourself shivering in the cold. Someone tosses a blanket on you, and they mutter something to someone else. Finally, the carriage comes to a stop in front of a dilapidated mansion in the woods. Someone drags you out of the carriage, and you do well to follow them. They open the door and push you inside. A few handmaidens are there, eager to get you ready to be sacrificed. They take you upstairs to a sweet-smelling bathroom. They strip you of your clothing and they get you into a nice warm bath. You know this is going to be the last time you bathe.

After an hour of soaking in the rose water, the handmaidens come to retrieve you. They dry you off gently, and you feel them smearing some sort of lotion all over your body. You feel like you should be afraid, but you’ve been waiting for this moment your whole life. Vergil will be pleased to have such a beautiful sacrifice.

They usher you into the bedroom, and they get you dressed. First it’s the silky underwear and stockings, which surprises you. You thought you might die with a virginal white dress on. But they don’t explain anything to you. Maybe Vergil has specific tastes in mind for his sacrifices. Then you’re fitted into a corset along with a very lacy dark blue dress. You know this is the same blue that Vergil often wears and is associated with. You begin to wonder if this is going to be the usual sacrifice after all. Either way, you know you have  no choice in the matter. They get you to slide your feet into these beautiful lace-up boots. You think it’s a shame you barely have time to truly admire all these gorgeous clothes.

You’re sitting in a chair in front of a vanity, and the handmaidens begin doing your hair and makeup. In the meantime, someone gives you a nice cup of hot tea. It doesn’t smell like any tea you’ve ever had before. You know better than to refuse it. As you sip on the tea, the edges of your vision become a little blurred. You feel a little lightheaded but you know it’s for the best. This sacrifice might actually hurt.

Finally, you are told that you are ready to be presented to Lord Vergil. You shudder at the thought of finally meeting your maker. Someone balances you as you stand on shaky legs. Despite the effort put into your hair and makeup, a bag is still thrown over your head. You feel yourself being carried out of the house. Then they begin walking into the forest. You aren’t sure how long you are being carried for, but it feels like an eternity.

When the bag is pulled off of your head, you are shocked to find yourself so deep in the forest. In front of you is a giant pyre. The fire burns so bright and so warmly. You are instantly reminded of why you are here. Around the fire are thirteen people wearing hooded robes. And the person who is in front of them is Lord Vergil. You’ve never seen him in person, and you are surprised to see just how gorgeous he is. You’ve seen pictures and heard stories, but this is the first time you can truly take in his sharp features.

You are shaky as you make your way over to him, and he is instantly taking your hand in his. You lean a little bit on him for support, which makes you feel even more weak than you’d like to appear. He smirks at this, knowing that your tea was drugged. It’s just a drug to make you a little more docile and a little more…aroused.

“There you are,” he begins softly. “I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever meet you.”

Your words are a bit slurred, “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Lord Vergil.”

This makes him grunt softly as his cock twitches in his pants, “You are good to know your place.” He leans in closer to you and he inhales deeply. You smell divine to him. It’s not just the rose water you bathed in for an hour, it’s your own personal scent that is driving him crazy. He’s known for so long now that he wouldn’t be able to sacrifice you. You’re meant to be his bride.

“Hush now, sparrow. This is important for you as well. And I’m glad to be kept waiting if this is the results,”

His hands are cold on your skin, but it feels so good. You shudder under his touch, wanting nothing more than to keep feeling it. But sweet death is imminent and you know you won’t be surviving tonight.

“Come now,” You hook your arm with his and he escorts you to the fire. 

In front of the fire is a soft-cushioned chaise longue. You’re so confused now. Were you meant to die on this comfortable chair? Vergil helps you onto it, and he sits across from you on the lengthy part. In a basket at the foot of the chair, he pulls out some wine. He uncorks the bottle and takes long sips of it. Then he brings it to your lips, and you do well to take a few swigs yourself. Then he places the bottle on the ground.

“I’m sure you must have a million questions for me, my sweet. But please, keep them for the honeymoon.”

This confuses you even more. What does he mean by honeymoon? He laughs at the puzzled look on your face.

“Nobody has told you, my sweet sparrow. You aren’t meant to die. You are to be my bride.”

Your heart skips a beat. You were getting a second chance at life. Before Vergil can react or say anything else, you begin thanking him for his selfless gesture. You knew he was a kind and merciful deity. You knew he could be so sweet and giving.

“You are such a sweet little thing,”

You hiccup softly, “Anything for you, Lord Vergil.”

He can’t stand it anymore. He has to deflower you now. It doesn’t take long for him to push the skirt of your dress up. His large hands caress your thighs, making you shudder softly once again. His thumb brushes against your clothed slit, making you whine. His cock is throbbing in his pants, but he knows he can’t just pounce on you like some kind of animal. He needs to take his time with you.

“You are pure, aren’t you?” This makes you nod your head eagerly.

“I was meant to be intact for you.” You start piecing some of the things together. It should have been so clear long ago.

Vergil purrs, “Good. I’ll be the only man to ever take you.”

He presses a kiss to your lips, making your head spin even more than before. Your little heart is just pounding in your chest. You are ecstatic that you get to live, and to be the wife of Lord Vergil. This will be a most pleasant experience. He cups your cheek, then he lets his hand soothe down the expanse of your lacy and frilly dress.

“I wish they would have just sent you here in something simple, but I suppose this is our wedding. You look so lovely, sparrow.” His words hit your core, making you tremble.

“I want to look my best for you,” you feel like you’re under a trance.

He chuckles darkly as he pushes your skirt back over your hips. His fingers tease your clothed pussy once more, and you can feel yourself growing wetter and wetter. He’s never had a virgin lover before. You’re made especially for him. Nobody else will know how you taste or you feel. Only him. And he knows you’ll make such a good little wife for him. Perfect to bear his children. You’ll have as many as he wants you too.

His fingers push aside your panties, and you moan as the cool night air hits your glistening slick. Vergil moans as he feels just how aroused you are from almost nothing. Though he knows the tea is helping as well. Slowly, he begins playing with your pussy. You can’t help but look deeply into his eyes. Within those blue eyes are the vast cosmos of the heavens up above. You see fire and flames, ice and snow. You aren’t even sure just how human he is. Maybe he is purely a devil and everyone has always lied to you about his heritage. Maybe you’re just already so in love with him.

“You smell divine, my sparrow.” He praises softly. You feel dizzy when he kisses you roughly once more.

“You make me feel so good, Lord Vergil.”

One of his fingers slips into you, making you gasp. You lean back against the silky and plush pillows. Vergil loves how pliable you are just for him. He grunts at how wet and tight you feel. But as much as he’d love to take his time with you, he knows he won’t be able to hold back for too much longer. At a steady pace, his finger pumps in and out of you. He draws the prettiest noises from your plump lips. Your pupils are blown wide with arousal and he knows it’s all just for him.

“Good girl,” He coos. Then his thumb slips up to rub your clit, and you shudder hard. You aren’t even sure what’s really going on, but it feels so good.

“I feel…oh, Lord Vergil. I feel something,”

“Let go for me, sparrow.”

One more thrust of his finger, and you feel this knot in your stomach tighten until you’re just shuddering and shaking. Soft moans turn into loud cries for your overlord husband. Your eyes roll back in your head as your little walls clamp down around the digit. Waves of white hot pleasure wash over you. This must be what it’s like to make love and to feel so many emotions all at once. You want to feel this pleasure over and over again.

“Such a good girl,” Vergil praises as he slips his finger out of you. Then he settles between your thighs and you watch as he unbuckles his belt.

You’re a little worried about things progressing when you notice just how large his girth is. Vergil pumps his hard cock lazily a few times before guiding it to slip between your folds a few times. You moan his name desperately as you feel just how good this is. He thrusts his hips a few times before guiding the leaking tip to your hole. Vergil leans in to kiss you as to silence your pitiful moans. Slowly, he begins slipping into you. You feel tears rolling down your cheeks as you desperately try to come to terms with this overwhelming sensation.

He pushes your legs up to your chest, and he puts you in the perfect mating press. He will need to breed you to make sure that this marriage is consummated. You whine as he begins a steady pace. Your walls are fluttering wildly as they barely get any time to adjust to his large size. Vergil grunts and groans as he fucks you harder and harder.

“Lord Vergil,” you whimper. “You’re so big.”

Another kiss to your lips, “I know, my love. Just relax for me.”

“Such a good little cunt,” He moans before kissing you roughly.

“Please!” You plead with him, but even he’s not sure what you are pleading for.

His hips snap as he chases his high. He wants you to cum around his cock as well. He needs to feel it, it’ll help him cum harder. His hands trail down your pretty body, stopping at your clit. He begins to rub it in sloppy circles, and you begin moaning loudly.

“That’s it,” Vergil praises.

You whine as you feel that same tightening from before. It’s so overwhelmingly good. It brings tears to your eyes. You swear you can hear chanting from the others, and you begin to realize that this is a ceremony. You are still being a part of this ceremony, except this time you aren’t the sacrifice. You are the bride. You cup his face and pull him in for a kiss.

“I love you, Vergil.”

“I feel the same, sparrow.”

Another grunt escapes him and now you’re both desperately grinding against one another. The fire seems to burn even higher and hotter, making your skin a little slick with sweat. Vergil grunts and growls as he gets closer to his release, and you feel it deep inside of you too. You shudder and shake as the pleasure takes hold of you, and these surges of electrifying pleasure course through you. You feel so wet right now, unsure what’s happening to you as your thighs shake and your juices begin gushing out from you.

Vergil moans loudly as your little walls clamp down around him. They squeeze him tightly, he knows he can’t last any longer. With a loud growl, and the fire bursting higher, Vergil cums hard. Shot after shot of hot, sticky cum fills your womb. You’ll be pregnant for sure, and you’ll happily carry his child. Vergil doesn’t stop until he has given you every last drop of his load. He stays sheathed within you, and he kisses you lovingly.

“We’ll rest now,” he explains between kisses. “Then off on our honeymoon we will go.”

You sigh happily, “Wherever shall we go?”

Vergil smirks, “Anywhere your heart desires.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham Additional Tags: Medical Procedures, Medical Kink, Medical Experimentation, No Sex, Gore, Hannibal Lecter is a Cannibal, Cannibalism, Hannibal Lecter Loves Will Graham, Blood and Gore, Surgery, Will Graham Whimpering Series: Part 10 of 0zym4nd14s Kinktober 2023 Summary:

Hannibal does surgery on Will.

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[feverinfeveroutfic]

The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: death by chocolate

prompt: formal wear + glove kink (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: alex/jay (love is not enough)

word count: 3064

masterlist | ao3

this was literal torture trying to write up. really, i phoned in this one, and i don't think i can do any more after this. i keep looking at all my kinks—i just… i have so many of them. there’s so many that it’s embarrassing. i feel so bad for all of it. in fact, i hate that i’m so kinky. it’s just… it’s too much. IT’S TOO MUCH, I CAN’T DO IT.

i cobbled this together and tried to make some sense out of both prompts. i’m so weird and disgusting that i wouldn’t blame you if you hate/laugh at this or any kinky thing that has ever come out of me. in fact, i'm so disgusted with myself that i don't have the gumption to put up a picture of alex. i suck so much at this, i’m sorry.

The taro root broach on Jay's hat was something he simply could not take his eyes off of. The way the petals seemed to glitter and sparkle under the lamp light of the hotel room, or the lamps that lined the side of the street, and he found himself thinking of Hawai'i every single time. Indeed, there was one point in which she stepped into the shower one morning and he found the chance to fondle the edges of the petals with nothing more than his fingertips. No way he could do it when either she or Q were in the room with him: it would be too much to think about, too much to face up, and bore too much of an explanation as well.

As the water whirred through the pipes in the wall, he sat there at the little table right next to the dresser in the hotel room with her hat cradled in his hands, and the pads of his thumbs on the edges of the flower: the leaves grazed against the spindly backs of his hands as if to tickle him in a way he never expected to happen. The black coral streams jutted out from the bud of the flower itself, in all of their roughness and all of their pointed glory. He thought about bringing the flower itself to his nose for a whiff of the scent, but he remembered it was nothing more than a broach rather than an actual flower.

But at one point, he closed his eyes and better caressed the flower with the very tips of his index and middle fingers: there was something so inviting about it, something that made his imagination wander about without even intending it to happen in the first place. The shape of the flower made him think of the shape of her lips as well as the way her hood looked whenever she was in the mood for a fingering or the swipe of his tongue.

The water stopped and he opened his eyes. Q was out some place there in Cardiff, and thus, he and Jay had the day together as well as a thousand Welsh quid in her pocket and a mind full of bad ideas. He set her hat back down on the table, but before he stepped away from there, he picked it up one last time, that time to take a whiff of the inside. It smelled of perfume, soap, and with a hint of sweat: it smelled of Jay and the way she thought about Hawai'i.

He returned to the bed as if nothing happened, and he put his feet up and leaned back against the headboard so she wouldn't have to know that he was over there. When she surfaced from the bathroom, wrapped in a soft clean red silk bathrobe and with a clean towel wrapped up on top of her head, he showed her a little smile and a flick of his bare feet.

“Look at you, looking like such a good boy,” she remarked.

“Good Jewish boy, as my mom would say,” he retorted back to her. His eyes wandered down to her bathrobe, and he thought about wearing something of red silk as well. Jay stood there at the foot of the bed, right by his feet, and with her hands pressed to her hips.

“What'chu thinkin' 'bout, Tevye, baby?” she asked him.

“Thinking about... what the two of us should do while Q's on business,” he replied.

“You wanna walk around, don't you.”

“We're in Wales, my darling blue Jay,” he insisted. “The couple of times my band and I have been here before, we liked it. We like the United Kingdom as a whole, actually. But Wales in particular.”

“Why is that?”

“I don't really know. I do know the crowds over here can get pretty wild. When we come to the British Isles, it's always a party, especially with Wales. But yeah—” He ran his fingers through his inky black curls and sat upright away from the headboard, and he wiggled his toes to her. “Let's both get dressed, and then we'll walk around this neighborhood here. There's a clothing store near here, and I really would like a new jacket especially.”

“Did you bring one?”

“Always, especially since it's so rainy over here in comparison to New York and California. But what I mean is... a nice jacket. Like, something I can wear to dinner when I go back home for Hanukkah coming up here.”

“Oh, I see! You know, I think I'd like something new, too. I've got money, after all...” She reached down and held onto his right foot with nothing more than her fingers. He tugged it back away from her with a slight chuckle, and she stood there with a squint to her eyes for a whole minute. She then turned away from him and towards the closet over by the door of the hotel room: the mirror across from the bathroom door allowed him to see her from behind. All it took was a single glimpse of her bare back and the backs of her legs to have his mind going again.

He watched her get dressed, and he thought about what she could wear once they were alone again in that room.

Once he had changed his shirt and put on his shoes, they headed out to the rainy street to the clothing store in question, right down the block from their hotel and even further away from the airport. He kept his hands tucked into his jeans pockets as they walked together with the fine misty rain all around their heads and shoulders: he thought about what sort of coat he could wear when he visited his parents again as he held the door for Jay and that sparkling tarot root broach atop her head.

There was one coat in particular that caught his eye, the black one over by the cash register that looked to be made of soft fine suede. He wandered over to it and fingered the lapels with both hands. Jay strode on past him to a little black leather jacket on the rung opposite from him.

“I really, really want to try this on,” he told her.

“Then try it on,” she insisted, and he took the jacket off the hook, and he slung it around his slender little body. The warm suede exterior felt so soft and inviting to him as he caressed it down with the palms of his hands; meanwhile, the plush red wine colored velvet inside only made him want to wear it out on the street to show off. He knew he wasn't going to wear it outside from the dark skies out there, but he could wear it to his parents' house as well as back to the hotel room when he and Jay found themselves alone again.

“How does it look?” he asked her as she slipped on the leather jacket part of the way: the shiny silver hooks on the front hugged the hourglass curvature as if it had been made specifically for her body. The one underneath her breasts only made them raise higher than they actually were, as if she wore a corset, and as a result, he imagined her in a lace camisole underneath that jacket.

“You look really soft,” she remarked. “In fact, I'd get a silk shirt with that if I were you.” She flashed him a wink, and he glanced up to the taro root on her hat. He fingered the lapels again and the feeling of the suede only made him want more to be on his body. More suede and silk, more feeling.

He soon found out that the jacket came with matching pants, and all he needed was the silk shirt in question. Soft white silk to lightly wear on his little body; when he showed it to her outside of the dressing room, she held onto the buttons on his collar and undid the top three to show off the smooth skin and fine dark hair on the top of his chest.

“There we go,” she remarked as she gently tugged on the bottom of his shirt as it rested snugly against his slender waist. “There's the nice, stylish Jewish boy that I've been looking for.”

“You've been looking for?” he teased her, and she flashed him a wink.

“I'll take it then,” he said with a toss of his hair and a little sway of his hips.

When they returned to the hotel room, and Q still wasn't back yet, he changed his clothes into those new ones. He left his hair down to better accentuate everything, and he spritzed a bit of cologne on the side of his neck. He returned out to the room to find that Jay had put on her new leather jacket as well as a pair of black lace gloves without the fingers.

“Whoa,” he breathed at the sight of the gloves. She also had put on some leather pants which lightly hugged her hips and thighs, and nearly glittered in the lamp light. He had never seen them before, at least not these as they had a bell shape to the bottom hems: Jay gently tugged on the lacy bottoms of her gloves, and she let the cuffs of her own jacket hold onto them to where it all looked like a single piece of fabric. With her hat upon her head, she looked ready to dominate him.

“Oh, my,” he was taken aback by the sight of her.

“Like what you see, baby?” she asked him as she rested her hands on her chest. She slid her hands down the front of her body down on her thighs, and he swallowed at the sight of her. His nice suede with her dark leather, as well as that broach atop her head, only made him freeze with his back to the wall.

“I want us to keep this look forever,” he said to her. “In fact, I could get used to this right here.” He gestured to her full leather outfit, but he kept his eyes on those gloves. That pure black lace that seemed to beckon him more than the leather itself.

“I love this look on you, actually, baby,” she confessed to him with a gesture to his ensemble. “This nice jacket and this nice shirt, and the way your hair is cascading down from your head to where it looks like water... so very handsome.”

“Handsome?” he sputtered out with a slight chuckle.

“Yeah. Very handsome. Kind of... dare I say, sexy.”

“You like some nice clothes on me, don't you?” he teased her as he adjusted the lapels of his coat.

“I do. You look so—dapper and dishy, with all of your long beautiful hair and your beautiful body...” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes wandered down the shape of his body as if she was about to undress him right then and there.

“I must say, you pull off smooth black leather rather splendidly, darling Jay,” he told her. “Black leather and—” His eyes wandered to the lacy black gloves on her hands. “—black lace as well.” She raised a hand and flexed her fingers right in front of his face. “Those look new, too.”

“They are,” she replied, and she inched closer to him so he could have a better look at them. “I thought I'd get myself some lace with all the good money Q and I have been making together.”

He nibbled on his bottom lip as he pictured those two girls donned in nothing but that black lace, black lace bodysuits paired with those gloves. Jay cracked him a sly smile and she flashed an eyebrow at him so he could see the twinkle in her eyes.

“You like the gloves, don't ya, big boy,” she teased him, and he swallowed at that.

“I do, yeah.”

“I don't know if I want to wear these to dinner, though,” she confessed as she turned her hand over to examine her wrist. “I think about the humble British food and how it would seem out of place to wear these gloves to something like that. Plus, there's you and the suede and the rain. It's a shame because—I really want us to look good for tonight, especially once Q comes back. You know, I—” She cleared her throat and locked eyes with him. “—would like to surprise her.” Her eyes dropped down to his lips and his neck, and he noticed she was checking out his throat as well as his collar bones. She inched even closer to him, that time with a hand pressed to his chest.

“What're you thinking about?” he asked her in a near whisper.

“Thinking about this... beautiful neck of yours,” she replied with a stroke of his collar bone. Indeed, the lace was smooth and delicate, and he could tell that it was fresh out of the dryer as well from the lingering fresh scent of it. A shiver ran down his spine at the feeling of her fingers there. Something about the gloves made him shiver already, but when she touched his bare skin, he couldn't help but shiver some more. “There's a part of me that wants to choke it.” He swallowed at that, and she moved her thumb up to his Adam's apple.

“Now, if you choke it, I won't be able to breathe,” he pointed out.

“You know, I've choked a couple of clients and they were able to have these huge orgasms,” she told him. “I mean, huge.” The way she said “huge” brought a slight pit to his stomach: that intimate feeling he was all too familiar with whenever either of these two girls locked eyes with him.

“Here... I'll just go slowly,” she suggested to him. “I'm not gonna do anything extreme or anything that makes you feel uneasy. You know how we roll, dear Tevye.”

He closed his eyes and parted his lips as Jay gently held onto his neck with both hands. He could still breathe as she lightly stroked his skin with those lace clad pads in all their cleanliness. Clean hands, and yet she was about to take him under with one single flick of the wrist.

He held still with his back to the wall and his hands pressed flat on either side of his hips. Jay stood up on her tiptoes to reach him all the way, even though she could hold his throat with ease by standing on her flat feet. He could feel himself going under from the feeling of her thumbs there. She tightened her grip even more, and that time he pursed his lips together as if he was about to fall asleep. She kept on stroking that tender part of his neck to where his body shuddered and shook. He may have cleaned up rather nicely prior to showing up, but she was about to make him a dirty dog again.

He pinched his eyes shut. He swore that his chest was about to explode from holding his breath for so long, and more so with those soft hands around his neck as well. It was driving him crazy and so quickly as well.

Jay let go of him, and he let out a low euphoric moan. His head flopped down onto his shoulder, and his hair swept across his face like the streamers from a flag.

“Did you come?” she asked him. “Did you do it?”

“Huh?” he sputtered out as his eyes drooped open.

“Did you come in your pants?” she asked him again.

“I don't think I did,” he replied, out of breath.

“Let me try again,” she coaxed him, and before he could have a word in, she clasped her thumbs onto his throat again. He once again closed his eyes and held his breath. She lightly stroked his Adam's apple, and the way her thumbs caressed him down made him think of feathers. He tried to gasp for air but she had too much of a hold on him, even though she only held onto him by the lightest of touches. He instead held his breath again, and he swore that time he could feel it between his legs. Not enough breathing, and his heart pounded inside of his chest as a result.

That time, he could feel himself firming up. She was making him rise even without even so much as touching him below the belt. He gasped for air that time, but she pressed harder on the sides of his neck, and to the point that even he could feel his own pulse inside. His own pulse as it rose through the roof. His own pulse as his heart pounded even more inside of him.

He curled his toes inside of his shoes.

He tried to knit his knees together, but he had too much in between his thighs.

Jay finally lifted her hands off his neck and he groaned even louder. He could feel it inside of his pants. She had made him do it even without actually putting her hands below his belt. He leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor: he knew he was going to have to clean the inside of his underwear anyway, but he never thought she would make him do that. She sank down next to him and put her arm around his waist: that same lace right above his right hip that found its way to the delicate part of his neck, and he had no idea where to go from there.

“Do you think maybe you can wear this tonight when Q comes back?” she asked him in a light whisper right into his ear.

“What, the jacket?” His voice broke and his eyes drooped closed, even though his heart continued to pound away in his chest.

“Yeah. I think she would like it, just like how I like it.”

He rolled his head over the surface of the wall for a look into her eyes. “Are you gonna wear the gloves?”

“I'll never tell,” she said with a wink and a light kiss on the side of his face.

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Day 12: Glory hole — Koga Oogami

Warnings: sub!Koga, dom!gn!stranger, amab!stranger, blowjob, deep throating, cum swallowing, praise kink, mentions of alcohol

It was a noisy night, people dancing and drinking all sorts of cocktails, grinding on each other and blatantly fucking in the bathrooms. Koga remembered perfectly that night and how he gave his first ever blowjob to a stranger he never seen a face of.

He only knows the smell and the heavy feeling of their dick in his mouth. Something Koga won't long forget. It was obvious he didn't know what to do, he was sloppy and messy, saliva pouring from his mouth. But the way the stranger praised him for every thing he got right felt so good.

"That's a good boy, use your tongue!"

"No gag reflex, huh? Mm, feels so good."

"I love your throat, puppy. It envelopes my cock just right!"

Koga remembers the taste of pre-cum, salty and bitter. It spread on the flat of his tongue, occupying his mind. He remembers licking the tip of the dick, carefully taking the length in his mouth.

Koga desperately wanted to put a face to the voice he was hearing, but the wall between him and the stranger didn't let him. He could only imagine what they'd look like, but the reality could always be different. He could've been giving a blowjob to some creep or a maniac.

Koga didn't want to think of that, he wanted to think about how gently the stranger thrusted in his mouth, savoring the feeling. Then they picked up the pace, hitting the back of his throat and moaning so seductively. Koga could almost picture they're eyes rolling to the back of their skull, and if they could, they'd probably grab his hair or head and face fucked him by it.

"Sh-it, pup! Your mouth is perfect, so good!"

"Wanna fuck your slutty mouth forever."

"Gonna cum! Swallow every drop, puppy."

And Koga did, he slowly drank everything he was given. The stranger's sperm was thick and warm, it coated his gullet in white, going down to his stomach. That was the last straw that kept Koga from coming himself, the feeling of cumming untouched will surely bite him in ass later.

If only he could meet with the stranger again, see their face and suck them off once more. Koga would very much like that.

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[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 12: Lingerie/Face sitting/Oral

Moodboard. Harry Styles

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[otakusheep15]

Kinktober Day 12: Stockings feat. Solomon

Lowkey, stockings are kinda cute, but I do not have the legs for them lol. I’d like a pair, but I know they’d just do that thing where they start rolling down and bunching up :(

Content includes: Solomon and his stocking fetish, both reader and Solomon in stockings at some point, switch Solomon/switch reader, mentions of sex (but nothing too explicit), gender neutral reader (only thighs/legs are mentioned), excessive use of the word “y’all” cause I’m southern  

If any of the boys would have a stocking fetish, it would be Solomon

He’s old, he’s had more than enough life experience to figure out what he’s into, and he loves stockings

Also important, Solomon likes legs, particularly thighs

Just trust me, he’s totally a thigh guy, and he loves seeing thighs in stockings 

Please, I beg, casually wear some around him with no explanation at all, and he will go feral 

Of course, because this is Solomon, he’ll try and play it cool, but he is freaking out inside

Will literally just stare at your thighs for as long as he can

Gets super embarrassed when you call him out on it, but at the same time he’s also really teasing about it

 And he doesn’t mind wearing them for you as well

he kinda does it as a joke at first, thinking y’all would just laugh it off and be done with it

But if you actually like seeing him in stockings, he’d totally wear them around more often, especially if it would fluster you 

Consider it payback for flustering him so much when you wear stockings

Honestly, if you think he goes feral in public, wait till you see him in private

If the two of y’all have a moment alone together, he is pouncing on you and fucking you into next week 

Either that, or he’s kneeling at your feet, begging for you to let him touch you; whichever he feels like that day

Y’all go on dates where y’all pick out a pair of stockings for the other to wear, and then y’all have a mini fashion show that ends with one of y’all getting dicked down 

#obey me solomon #shall we date obey me #obey me nsft #nsft #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 12 #stockings

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twelve: Stefan Salvatore + Somnophilia

You really tired to stay awake for Stefan, but he was taking to long, and the longer you waited the harder it was to stay awake. The hot summe air around you made sleeping in the hold Salvatore house hard sometimes. You tired to get cool, but the air wasn't moving much, and so you decided to strip down naked.

It wasn't like Stefan hadn't seen you naked before. It was unlike Stefan to stay out late, and not at least call you to you he'd be coming home soon.

Sleep took you quickly. The days efforts to help at the local bakery, and also do some paperwork. Left you feeling worn out, and tired. Sleep took you, and you dreamed of the cold spot next to you being filled with a handsome man. One that smelt of whiskey, and fresh pine. You dreamt of his hands in your hair, and his lips on your body.

Your dreams melted into real life. as your felt the wet feeling between your legs. You hummed as you felt a wet tongue lick a long, and slow strip up your dripping pussy.

Nothing felt better then that, but you still thouhgt you were dreaming. Hands gripping at your thighs, blunt nails leaving half cresents shapes in your skin. You moaned at the sensation.

"Oh fuck!" Your breathy moans fell from your lips, and right into the air. Harder pulls on your tighs as you tired to get away from the over stimulation of the feeling between your legs. "Stefan! FUCK please…" You begged in your sleep.

Until you heard the gruttle moan of Stefan between your legs. Your eyes shot open, "Stefan! What? OH fuck." You muttered as he contineud to tease your clit with his tongue, and sucked on it. Hands falling into his hair, and desperatly trying to pull his lip away from you.

"Nah, missy I wanna taste you." He whispered into your thighs. Kissing you getnly, before diving back in. "Please… I'ma…" You eyes rolled into the back of your head as Stefan added a finger into your dripping pussy. Thrusting slowly. Keeping you right on the edge. "What was that baby girl?" He said teasingly. "Please, Stefan no no teasing." You mumbled as he added another finger. Streching you out further.

Sloppy, wet nosies hitting your ear. Stefan's tongue lapping at your clit. Your hand falling to his hair once again. "Oh, fuck… Stefan don't, please don't stop." He continued to thurst his fingers, at a pace with no mercy. "Never would dream of it Y/n." He whispered into your thighs.

Your vision went white, and your voice became hoarse as you screamed his name out for all of Mystic falls to hear. Stefan helped you through your high. A soft hand rubbing circles into your skin.

He climbed up your body. Kissing at every spot of exposed skin. "I'm sorry I'm late." He mumured into your ear. "It's kay." Your said really unable to form words. He kissed you gently, and climbed next to you under the sheet.

Completed on: 07/02/23

Posted on: 10/12/23

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The Vampires Dairies // Kinktober '23

#stefan salavatore x reader #stefan salvatore #fluff #fem reader #female reader #requests are open #requests open #open requests #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #day 12 #stefan salvatore smut #smut smut smut #smut smut fic #female #fem!reader #the vampires diaries x reader #the vampires diaries #the vampires diaries stefan salvatore #stefan x reader

[wildandsmile]

Summary: When your brother leaves for America to tend to some pressing business, he found himself in need of a favor, which you were unaware of. Little did you realize that this favor came with an unexpected twist – a pink-haired man tasked with monitoring your every move.

Tw: Weird club group , Bad pick up lines, kidnapping, stalking, unknown backstabbing and guns

Wc: 4.6k

Kinks: Fingering, Degrading, Cream-pie, Praising, Sir Name, Squirting, Exhibition, Sub Reader, Dom Reo, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), humiliation, Choking, Rough Sex and Knife play.

An: Kinktober is still going to be finished but I will only do my days instead of all 31 by myself, hope y’all can understand also sorry if the story weird I just wanted to get something out.

Enjoy Kinktober day 12!

Your older brother, a legendary gang leader in the heart of Tokyo, certainly brought some complications into your life. No more regular school for you, as he worried about a target on your back, so homeschooling it was. But the real headache was that everyone knew your face and your connection to him. It felt like trouble followed you everywhere, with people trying to get to him through you. So, you can imagine his frustration when he had to jet off to America, leaving you here, all alone and unprotected.

He was in a real bind, torn between his trip to America and leaving you all alone. So, as he sat there in his chair, puffing on a cigarette, he suddenly remembered that Toman guy who'd mentioned an alliance. Your brother wasn't one to make alliances lightly, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He picked up the phone and dialed them, striking a deal: he'd form an alliance, but only if they watched over you while he was gone. They didn't hesitate to jump on the opportunity.

And that's how you ended up standing at your front door, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and pink panties, as you sleepily rubbed your eyes. There, you were greeted by a tall, pink-haired boy with star-shaped scars on the corners of his mouth. At first, you thought he must have had the wrong house, looking like he came to pick someone up for prom or something. But then it clicked – your brother had mentioned a pink-haired guy named Sanzu coming over to keep an eye on you. You couldn't quite recall the details because you'd zoned out when your brother explained it, something about him watching over you.

You barely had time to process it before you were shoved aside. Turning around, you found the guy already making himself at home, feet on your table and arms spread out on the edge of your couch. It irritated you, but you set that aside and approached him. After closing the door, you stood in front of him, hands on your hips, and decided it was time to lay down some ground rules.

"If you're going to be my bodyguard or whatever, we need to set some ground rules," you asserted, tilting your chin upward, trying to exude authority. The pink-haired man raised an eyebrow, and you continued, "Rule one: No breaking or messing up my or my brother's stuff, and get your feet off the table. Rule two: Don't follow me everywhere I go; I'll text you if I need your help or something. Rule thre—"

Your words were abruptly cut off as you noticed the man aiming a gun directly at your heart.

"Now you listen, princess," he declared, his voice oozing authority, "I'm the one who sets the rules here. I decide when you can come and go, who you can have over, and whose say matters. Your life is in my hands, so you'd better not get on my bad side. Do you comprehend?"

The gun remained pointed at you as he spoke, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You started to walk away, but his gunshot into the floor stopped you in your tracks. "I said, do you understand me?" he growled, this time with a harsher and louder tone. You reluctantly turned back towards him and gave a quick nod, but in that instant, he fired at a vase right behind you.

"Use your words," he demanded, and you quickly forced out a hesitant, "Yes, sir."

With that, you made your way to your room and flopped onto your bed, pondering why your brother would choose a wild pink-haired lunatic, brandishing a gun at the slightest provocation, to protect his baby sister. You couldn't help but admit that the guy had some charm, but you quickly dismissed that notion from your mind, reminding yourself that you had school the next day.

Morning came, and your alarm blared, jolting you out of bed. You began your usual routine with some light stretches, a soothing hot bath, and a touch of makeup. However, when you emerged from your room into the dining hall, you were met with an unexpected sight. There were no servants awaiting your arrival, and there certainly wasn't any breakfast on the table. The only thing in sight was Sanzu, sprawled across the dining table like a model for a magazine cover, casually toying with your dartboard.

"What are you up to, and where are all the servants?" you inquired as you approached the man whose name you still hadn't obtained. He remained silent, seemingly oblivious to your presence, which was starting to irk you.

"I know you can hear me, Mister," you insisted, letting the last word linger as you searched for an unflattering nickname. Just as you were pondering, he finally spoke, "My name's Sanzu, and as for your servants, I sent them away. Can't be too trusting of anyone now that your brother's gone, not even me," he explained while lounging on the table.

You let out a sigh of frustration before heading to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. Fortunately, you weren't so much of a spoiled rich kid that you couldn't make your own food. After about an hour, you returned to find Sanzu seated at the table, knife and fork in hand, as if he'd been eagerly awaiting his meal.

You were on the verge of ignoring him, but as you settled into your seat, something zipped past your cheek. You turned to see a dart, and it was clear who was behind it – Sanzu, still facing the other way. You rolled your eyes and returned to the kitchen, offering a middle finger salute as you mumbled, "If you wanted some, you could have just asked, asshole."

With a plate of food for the irritating pink-haired man in hand, you placed it in front of him and returned to your own seat. You closed your eyes to say a quick prayer, which seemed to get on Sanzu's nerves. He looked at you and commented, "You know there's no one listening, right?"

You gazed at him, your eyebrow raised and a hint of annoyance in your expression. "And how would you know that?" you questioned.

His response was laced with a bitter laugh, "If there were a god, neither you, your brother, nor any other gang member would be in this mess. We'd be living peaceful, happy, and healthy lives, but here we are." With that, he got up and walked away.

You decided to brush off Sanzu's earlier comment and resumed your prayer before eagerly digging into your meal. Once you had finished, you retreated to your study to join your teacher for the day's online lesson. This had been your monotonous routine for nearly three weeks – no going outside, no friends over, just making breakfast for both you and Sanzu, then retreating to your study for the day's schooling.

Truth be told, you were growing tired of the routine and decided it was time for a little adventure, away from your exasperating bodyguard. After your lesson, you informed Sanzu that you were going to bed and that he didn't need to worry about dinner. He offered a quick nod and waved you off, engrossed in flipping through various TV channels.

Back in your room, you readied yourself for your secret plan. You gathered your phone, wallet, makeup, different shoes, and a change of clothes, determined to slip out unnoticed.

Once you had all your essentials in hand, you called your friends, making sure they were exactly where they told you to meet, ensuring the cameras wouldn't catch you or the getaway car. After receiving confirmation that all was clear, you quietly descended to your brother's study. For some peculiar reason, this was the only room in the house the cameras couldn't see.

You carefully slipped out of a nearby window, evading any prying eyes, and managed to reach your friend's car without being detected. The moment you hopped in, your friend sped away as quickly as possible. And that's how you ended up at this club, indulging in drinks and dancing your heart out. It had been a while since you'd had this much fun and freedom.

As always, there had to be someone ready to ruin the fun, and in this case, it was a group of someones - a mix of girls and boys who approached you and your friends, attempting to flirt with you while delivering some of the lamest jokes and cheesy pickup lines you'd ever heard. The once-joyful atmosphere was now tainted, and you were ready to take a seat.

However, just as you turned to walk away, one of the girls grasped your wrist, halting your exit, and tried to reassure you, saying, "Come on, doll face, don't be shy. We're just trying to have a little fun." You gazed at her with a twisted expression of disgust, quickly sizing her up from head to toe. In a harsh tone, you retorted, "Let me go." Despite your threatening words, she still didn't release you. Frustration mounting, you did what any reasonable person would do and delivered a punch right to her throat, causing her to stumble back in pain.

Your brother had imparted some skills to you, though nothing too extreme. Yet now, all that training paid off. With your friends in tow, you decided it was time to leave the group that had spoiled your night. Before you departed, your bestie turned back, playfully tazed the troublesome girl, and stuck her tongue out, saying, "Gotcha, bitch."

You all stopped at a nearby restaurant for a quick meal, even though it didn't take long since it was already dark. While eating, a nagging feeling persisted, as if someone was watching you, but as you scanned the surroundings, you couldn't spot anyone, so you brushed it off.

Eventually, you and the girls paid for your food and began walking back to the car. Yet that eerie sensation of being observed didn't dissipate. You whispered to the group, huddled close, expressing your concerns. They all agreed that something felt off. With a quick nod of agreement, you all broke into a sprint, heading for the safety of your car.

You arrived in no time, your heart racing as you piled into the car. Locking the doors for safety, your friend ignited the engine, and within moments, smoke began to fill the car. The acrid scent immediately tipped you off to the nature of the gas – a sleeping agent. You urgently instructed your friend to open the door, but no matter how hard you all tried, it wouldn't budge, and by then, it was too late.

As you regained consciousness, you found yourself face-to-face with a masked man. Despite your efforts, your limbs felt immobilized, and your struggles proved futile. The man stepped back and chuckled, remarking, "You're a feisty one, aren't you?"

He then turned to converse with another man in the room, their hushed words leaving you in the dark. Letting out a long sigh, you realized this wasn't your first kidnapping experience. But, for the first time, you felt a tinge of fear because your brother wasn't around to protect you.

As you and your friends piled into the car, you reached your destination in record time. Locking the car doors for safety, your friend revved the engine, and within moments, an unusual smoke began to fill the car. You recognized the distinctive smell – it was a sleeping gas. In a panic, you instructed your friend to open the door, but no matter how hard you all tried, it remained stubbornly shut, and by the time you realized the danger, it was too late.

When you regained consciousness, your eyes met those of a masked man. Your limbs felt strangely unresponsive, and your attempts to break free proved futile. The masked man stepped back, letting out a condescending chuckle, and noted, "You're quite the spirited one, aren't you?"

He then turned to confer with another man in the room, speaking in hushed tones that left you in the dark. Exhaling deeply, you realized this wasn't your first kidnapping, but it was the first time you felt a creeping sense of unease, as your protective brother was nowhere to be found.

"What kind of games?" you managed to ask as sweat trickled down your face. The masked man remained silent for a moment, only dragging the knife's tip along your bare thighs. When he reached the part of your skirt that covered the rest of your legs, he paused, gazing up at you with a wicked grin.

"Oh, the fun," he purred as he sliced through your skirt. You recoiled, and the other two assailants closed in. Fear began to well up inside you, and it was only when one of them placed a hand on your shoulder that you couldn't contain it any longer. You screamed, "Help! Somebody, help me, please!"

The masked man with the knife pressed the blade against your skin, whispering sinister words before he was abruptly interrupted. The door burst open, and all eyes turned to the entrance. There, like a knight in shining armor, stood Sanzu.

"Hey, princess, close your eyes for me, won't you?" Sanzu's voice broke through, and as he leaned against the door frame, you obeyed, shutting your eyes. Soon after, you heard a cacophony of noises and groans, and then the sensation of your hands being released and your body being lifted.

As you opened your eyes, you found Sanzu carrying you. Glancing back at the guys who had been your captors, they were sprawled out on the floor. When you turned your gaze back to Sanzu, he was looking down at you with a radiant smile, blood trickling from the sides of his head, and you could tell it wasn't his blood.

Finally, an exit came into view. Sanzu gently set you down and looked you directly in the eyes, saying, "Stay. I need to settle some business with those guys from earlier, okay?" You didn't say anything; you merely nodded in response. With that, he turned and walked back to where you had come from.

·٠•●🩷𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖟𝖚 𝕻𝕺𝖁 🩷●•٠·

He returned to the cold, dimly lit hallway and reentered the room, finding the men still unconscious. Taking his time, he carefully moved them all to the room's center and began tying them up. Nearby, a bucket of water caught his eye, and he grabbed it, emptying its contents over the group of men. Predictably, they awoke, wriggling and squirming, which only elicited a chuckle from Sanzu.

The men turned their gaze toward him, their voices filled with confusion. "What the hell are you doing, man? This wasn't part of the deal," one of them protested. Sanzu merely rolled his eyes and approached, pressing a gun to the man's forehead. "And I don't recall giving you permission to touch her either, so it seems we've both broken our deal in some way," he retorted, increasing the pressure on the gun.

The man from the other side attempted to speak but was abruptly silenced when the gun went off. His lifeless body fell limp, and a pool of blood began to form beneath him.

"I can't stand it when people ask me dumb questions," Sanzu declared, his gun aimed at the remaining man, and another gunshot rang out. He had systematically taken down all the men in the room except the one standing before him.

The man trembled, his heart racing, and Sanzu reveled in the fear that danced across the man's face. It was this thrill that had drawn him to the world of gangs in the first place. However, his excitement waned when the man began to shout at him, "You're a freakin' monster, nothing but a sick freak!"

In response, Sanzu let out a long, manic laugh and danced around like a madman. Once he regained his composure, he fixed his gaze on the man and explained, "Of course, I'm a monster. That's why I orchestrated all of this – to appear as a hero in her eyes, so she couldn't see the true man-eater that I am."

The man attempted to speak again but was silenced by a bullet through his head. With a sigh, Sanzu returned to the door, making a swift phone call, "Hey, Rindou, send the clean-up team to my location." He hung up and then made his way back to you.

·٠•●🩷𝕰𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕻𝕺𝖁 + 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕾𝖐𝖎𝖕🩷●•٠·

You were back at the house, and in a hurry, you headed straight to your room, shutting the door behind you. Unbeknownst to you, Sanzu had followed you, and it wasn't until you closed the door to your room that you noticed his presence. You quickly opened the door and pulled him into your room, asking, "Do you mind staying with me, at least until I calm down?"

Rolling his eyes, he gave you a quick nod and headed over to your bed. He plopped down on it and patted the spot beside him, and you interpreted that as his invitation to join him. With that, you closed your door and made your way to his side.

The two of you watched TV for a while, enjoying each other's company. The atmosphere shifted when a steamy scene played out on the TV. You couldn't help but catch yourself glancing at Sanzu and then back at the screen. Yet, every time you looked at him, he appeared unfazed, his attention firmly fixed on the television.

The moment you glanced at him again and found him staring back, a shiver ran down your spine. It was only then that you finally spoke up. "You know, if you keep undressing me with your eyes, I might just freeze to death," he teased, sporting a cheesy grin that left you blushing.

"I wasn't undressing you with my eyes," you countered, trying to mask your embarrassment, "I was just looking at you to pick something out as a gift for saving me." You couldn't help but fib through your teeth, but Sanzu wasn't buying it.

He pinned you to the bed, now hovering over you, and declared, "Now, come on, princess, no need to lie." You attempted to protest, but he silenced you by pressing his lips against yours. The kiss didn't linger for long, but it left your mind feeling hazy, like pudding.

"How about you let me help you forget about what happened today? Consider it my reward and your stress reliever. What do you say?" Sanzu inquired, peering deeply into your eyes. In response, you gave a quick nod, prompting him to kiss your forehead and neck while uttering, "Just remember, you asked for this, princess."

·٠•●🩷𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙 🩷●•٠·

You keep your eyes closed as you groan and wriggle under his touch, savoring the feeling of the knife and his cold, numb fingers. You groan amusingly as you snap and trap the hand of the man with the pinker hair between your thighs.

The man replies, "Mmm, seems like you're ready for some fun," as he runs the blade of the knife down your stomach and watches you shudder with excitement. With a low voice, he says, "But first, we need to get you out of these clothes."

With that, he begins to carefully start cutting your large shirt with his knife, showing your exposed skin inch by inch.

After removing your shirt, he will straddle you while drawing patterns on your chest with a knife. "You know how much I love to play with you, don't you?" He grins and leans in for a kiss, then bites your neck. Slowly, teasely, he moves his free hand down your body in the direction of your underwear. "Let's see how much you can take" He adds, before sliding a finger under the elastic of your underwear and letting it go with a snap is other hand now setting the knife black on the table.

You recoil in horror and hiss as the stinging sensation hits your skin.

As he watches you lean into her touch, he chuckles gently and watches you with hungry eyes. He grins down at you and slides a finger under your pant elastic, rubbing his fingers gently between your folds. "You're so eager," he says. "But patience is a virtue, and I want to savor every moment," he says as he leans down to bite your nipple and sucks it into his mouth, setting aside the knife.

He mutters gently, "Mmm, you feel so good," as she continues to glide his hands expertly through your slickness, and his breath is hot against your skin. "You're so moist and so silky...You feel incredible under my fingers, but I think it's time for you to show me how badly you want it," he adds, sitting up and moving away with a sly grin on his face. Let me hear you grovel for it. "Beg me to touch you again and again."

You look into his eyes with desperation as you whisper, and you groan as you realize you won't be able to feel his touch again. "P-Please don't stop, I need your touch…please touch me. I'm pleading with you.

He laughs at your pleading and kisses you passionately, his fingers returning to your swollen clit. As he pulls away from the kiss, saying, "That's a good little pet," he watches you pant and wriggle against his, his touch remaining steady despite your throbbing core. To which he replied, "But I want to hear you say it louder."

If you don't respond, he'll get more aggressive, dropping his fingers to circle your wet hole and gently teasing it as your face contorts with pleasure.

Beg for it, already. As he asks, "How badly do you want to come?" his hands move rapidly and tightly against you, sparking a fire deep within you.

"Fuckk…Please don't cancel my trip; I really need to be here. You start to scream, but it doesn't help; he pulls away his hand and stands by the side of the bed.

Sanzu's mouth curved into an alluring grin as his fingers traced the curves of your trembling stomach, inching tantalizingly closer to the flimsy cloth that barely covered your alluring curves. He eagerly drew it down, longing to feel his hand disappear behind the plush velvet. As his fingertips brushed over your tantalizingly bare thighs, they inched ever so little closer to your yearning core, and your breath caught in your throat.

What's the point, "Come on don’t tell me I turned you into a dumb slut already yet, princess?" He poked his finger inside your cunt, laughing at how tightly the walls gripped his finger.

Knowing that keeping your tongue quiet was going to be impossible, you said, "Fuck," but you didn't want the moment to end since you were so attracted to him. You needed him badly. With your eyes closed, you muttered, "Fuck, Sanzu," again.

You began making low whimpers and groans as he pushed it in and out of you, causing your breathing to become irregular. When Sanzu inserted his middle finger and ramped up her speed, you tossed your head back in an instant because you wanted to hear more of the amazing noises you created particularly for him. And he was completely content with everything. You started repeating her name under your breath when he got to the portion of the speech that always made you roll your eyes back in your head.

He said softly, "You're making such a pretty mess princess, look at you." It was the mix of his chilling voice and deft hands that gave you the old familiar feeling of dread.

I like how flexible you are in my hands. He gushed, "You take me so well," as he raised your skirt fabric once more to examine your cunt with his free hand. As they dripped from your thighs, he saw that your fluids were soaking through his hand and collecting at your feet. Unable to contain his hilarity, he let out a whistle at the location.

You lowered your sight to the place where he met your body and moaned in shock because you couldn't believe how soaked you were for him. If you thought Sanzu turned you on, seeing your body react to his touch was a whole other experience.

While his enormous, thick fingers stretched out your cunt in the alley, all you could hear were wet moans. The ease with which his fingers glided into your cunt was almost mortifying. You would feel guilty about it if you weren't getting fucked out by him, but you didn't care.

"I'm- I'm so close! Close your eyes and dig your nails into his shoulder blades as you beg him not to stop.

Sanzu spoke softly in your ear, "Cum for me, princess," as you closed your eyes and agape your mouth in search of your high. You were on the edge of passing out from the exertion, yet he didn't stop his moves on your body until you practically begged him to.

After you've squirted all over his hands, he'll proudly observe your messy state as he pulls out each finger and brings it to his mouth to be sucked clean. Your eyes were glistening and your lips were bitten because you were too tired to talk. Your tits were almost visible now that your dress barely covered your upper torso.

You finally took a deep breath, but before you could adjust to his massive frame, he lined up his cock with your now too sensitive cunt and drove his throbbing cock within. You wept because carrying his presence within you was driving you crazy. After rubbing your clit in rough circles with his left palm, Sanzu made a series of low groans. And his right made its way to your thirst, landing softly on your throat and making you and Sanzu feel like you were about to cum.

You look great like a filthy little cum slut ready to get filled, but what you don't get to cum is what makes you look great. So feel free to cry on my cock while I decide if you can continue to breathe. You whimpered as your nails dug painfully into his wrist. Slowly, your disorientation returned. When I tell you to, princess, you'll cum on my cock. While his mouth was close to yours, he started talking. His voice cracked with effort, and you could hear him taking small breaths.

The messed up expression on your face as you moaned, "M'mm yes sir, promise not to cum until I'm told" only served to make Sanzu more aggressive.

After giving you a couple more sharp thrusts, Sanzu says, "Good girl," again. When he hits the sweet spot again and time again, a sound like a scream comes from deep within your chest. He let go of your neck a little while ago.

"Cum." Your eyes suddenly went white as the demand reached your ears. While you were having an orgasmic experience, you could feel his hips jitter against yours.

He gently backed away, admiring the sight of you straining to stand up with your legs spread wide and his sperm seeping out of you into the cold ground. After cleaning you up the two of you lay in bed looking at each other and you say “I never thought we would get to this point” with that Sanzu lets out a hard laugh before pulling you into a deep kiss and goes “Never did I”. And with in that moment the room to your door opens is you brother and without he say “What fuck is this”

#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #anime smut #kinktober #day 12 #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #tokrev sanzu #sanzu smut #bonten sanzu #sanzu x you #tr sanzu #sanzu x y/n #sanzu headcanons #angst #bodyguard au #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev hcs #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev x y/n #i need it #I give me a piece

[makur0]

Day 12 - Cockwarming [ibara saegusa x afab! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. needy! reader, manhandling, nicknames, praise and degradation

word count — 376

“Stop moving, dear. I need to finish this work.”

To hell with him- his voice wasn’t even strained. Just casually doing his paperwork as you struggled on his cock, using all your willpower to not shift per his request.

What a cocky little bitch... you didn’t need to see his face to know that he had a shit-eating smirk. After all it was him who invited you to sit on him, so what else could he expect from you besides breaking down?

“How-” You swallowed. “How much more do you have?”

Ibara hummed. “How considerate of you. Don’t worry, darling, just two more packets after this and then I’ll be able to rest.”

You stuttered, clenching your fist. “B-but-”

“Hm? You want to say something?”

You wanted to smack him in the face. “What about me-? Ibara...”

He silenced you, making you even more frustrated as you shifted in his lap, your hands drifting to his hips and gripping them tightly. You were close, so close to just breaking and riding him until you reached the orgasm- but that’s exactly what he wanted to see. And you weren’t willing to give him want he wanted.

To say the least Ibara was quite impressed that you were able to last until he finished his workload for today, but you weren’t looking well- your pupils blown and unfocused, chest rising up and down erratically, and your lips turning bright red because of how hard you were biting on them.

You looked rather beautiful... and delectable in his eyes.

A yelp turned into a choked moan as Ibara slammed you onto his desk, his finished papers flying everywhere. Before you even got situated in the new position he started drilling into you harshly, pinning your forearms to the surface of the desk. Unhinged moans flew out of your mouth, still discombobulated at the sudden change.

“You were so good for me,” He praised, small grunts passing through his grin. “So I might as well help you out, ‘cuz you’re my little slut...”

“Yes-!” You yelped out, mouth hanging open. “Please, oh my god!”

“Such a good, good little whore.”

He didn’t actually finish his work- he just couldn’t help himself. But like hell he was going to admit that.

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #ibara saegusa #ibara saegusa smut #ibara saegusa x reader #kinktober #day 12

[flawlessstriker]

Naruto Kinktober 2023 Day 12 - Root - Stealthing - Athletics AU @narutokinktober

Did another collab with my bf @damien-wolfram-art for today. His post is right over here!

#my art #fanart #digital art #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #naruto kinktober 2023 #narutoevents2023 #monthly event #day 12 #root #the foundation #stealthing #naruto shippuden #naruto #tenzo #yamato #kinoe #ngl this one was v last minute but i couldnt help myself #yam is one of my favorite characters #and i aDORE the anbu