#kinktober day 31

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 31 - Free Use

Poly 141 x Reader - 4.3k (on ao3)

summary: Glimpses into your life as a housewife and free use toy for the 141 post-retirement. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: soft sex, half-drunk sex, light somnophilia, anal sex

note: last kinktober of the month! sorry i got off by a day at the end here, but i hope you guys have enjoyed everything so far :) btw this is less "free use" and more "sex with the 141 while living in domestic bliss"

Your days are filled with sex. Sex with all of your boys, in every position you can think of, in every room of the house they’d bought for the five of you after retiring. 

You all split the chores evenly these days. No one does more than they’re more comfortable with, and you’ve all found your stride, something to give you purpose, after the rigidity of the military.

Gaz has taken to bee-keeping. As odd as it sounds, he’s got the patience for it, and he’s quite protective of his bees, even has nearly an entire library of books he’s taught himself with. Price helps him out by selling the honey he harvests, keeping track of his profits and managing the household’s finances. 

Ghost hunts, spends his days out finding game to bring home, tracking herds and predators around your property. Johnny does a little of everything - fixes things when they break, chops firewood every morning, helps Simon skin his prey, tries to help Gaz and his bees. 

And you take care of the house. You make the meals, clean up after everyone, and find yourself perfectly happy to keep your men fed and warm. 

Your other chore is to bend over whenever they want. Well, bend into any position whenever they want, Ghost and Soap tend to enjoy getting a bit more creative. It’s not really much of a chore, considering how eager you are to do it.

It’s a great deal for you. Johnny and Kyle are always eager to get you off, and neither Simon nor Price is stingy with the orgasms these days either. You live your life floating between domestic labor and orgasms - not a bad existence, by your metric. You get to live without a care in the world, four men to take care of and four men to take care of you. It’s like a dream come true.

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You hum to yourself as you dance around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a frilly apron as you wait for your pancakes to cook. The small radio on the dining room table plays music from a local radio station, something cheery to start your day. It’s hard not to smile, with sunshine pouring in from the windows and a batch of fresh eggs to scramble on the stove. 

Your small moment of bliss is interrupted by a pair of hands on your hips and a large body bracketing yours.

There isn’t even a moment of fear, you instinctually lean back into the man behind you. A moment later, a rough beard brushes over your cheek.

“Pancakes this mornin’?” Price asks, big paws resting on the softness of your hips.

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head to claim his lips. He sways the two of you back and forth slowly, to the beat of the song, and lets you take your time with him. “Blueberries in yours,” you tell him when you come up for a breath of air.

One hand shifts to your ass, the other to your stomach, and you feel him smile. “Thank you, love. Got time for a quick round before they burn?”

You mimic his smile, let him bend you over slowly. “You’re just in time, Captain, I haven’t cracked the eggs yet.”

“Perfect,” he purrs, pressing himself to your backside. He tucks his plaid pajama pants down a little, rubbing his warm morning wood against you. You fold your arms beneath your head, let your eyes drift closed as his fingers make quick work of getting you ready.

Moments later, the heavy length of his cock fills you slowly. You moan, shifting your legs a little bit wider as he massages your waist.

“There you go,” he sighs, bottoming out and grinding himself slowly inside of you. “Tight as always, perfect girl.”

You giggle a little drowsily, wiggling your hips against his. “Always for you, John.”

He sighs contentedly, pulling out slowly. “Don’t I know it.”

He fucks you slowly, a steady pace that drags against all your most sensitive parts on every thrust. John’s thick, and the stretch isn’t quite comfortable with no prep. But you’re still a little loose from your time with Soap and Gaz last night, so it’s far from painful to take him.

He hunches over you as he gets closer and closer to the edge, elbows resting on either side of you and breath ghosting across your nape.

“Aw,” you hear Soap say,voice rough from sleep as he steps into the kitchen. “I wanted first go today.”

“Early bird gets the worm, Johnny,” Gaz teases, settling into a chair in the little breakfast nook Simon had built soon after moving in. “You’re the one who stayed up so late with her last night.”

“Wasn’t just me, jackass, you’re the one who-”

“Boys,” Price grunts, hips slamming against yours, leaving you squirming beneath him. “Will you shut the fuck up while I’m balls deep in our girl?”

You can’t help but snort beneath him, pushing yourself up enough to arch your back further, stick your ass further out for him. “Ye-yeah, boys.”

“Hush,” Price scolds, one hand shifting to your neck where he forces you flat to the counter again. “‘M almost there…”

He groans lowly as he buries himself deep inside of you, pumping slowly as you tighten up, trying to milk him. “Fuck, feels good…”

You smile against your arms as the pleasure that had been building inside of you starts to dull to a simmer, something warm in the root of you.

Price pulls out only moments later, two thick fingers tucking into you to keep any of his come from dripping out. “Keep me safe inside you, pretty thing, c’mon. Clench down.”

You take a deep breath and try your best to listen, straightening up and doing your best to keep yourself from dripping down your thighs. 

He turns you around, leaning you back against the counter and cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging your face up to give you a soft kiss. “Thank you,” he whispers into your mouth, just quiet enough for you to hear.

“Of course.” You reach up to grab his wrists, holding him close. “Never gonna say no to you, John.”

The two of you linger in the moment, sunlight warming your skin as you breathe into each other.

It’s Soap that interrupts you, an intentionally obnoxious clearing of his throat nearly making you jump. “Any chance at coffee sometime today, bonnie?”

You huff a laugh into Price’s mouth, pushing him away and shooting a half-playful look to Johnny. “Can’t give me a minute of peace, can you?”

He smirks, “Nope.”

John scoffs as he pulls away, moving you with him and giving you a quick tap to the ass to send you over to the counter with the coffee machine. “Someone’s gotta teach you some patience, MacTavish.”

“If Ghost still hasn’t gotten it into him, no one is,” Gaz laughs, shifting enough for Price to join him on the bench. 

“Who says I haven’t?” Ghost says, stepping from the hallway. He’s already got a cigarette lit between his lips, and you wave him away with a spatula.

“No!” You scold, trying to shoo him closer to the window. “No smoking in my house! You know I hate the smell.”

Ghost rolls his eyes good-naturedly but lets you herd him to the open window, resting a shoulder on the windowsill and blowing a mouthful of air. You hmph, satisfied, and move to flip the pancakes. “You’re not the one who has to get that smoke out of all the furniture, you know.”

Ghost sighs, but he’s dramatic enough about it for you to know that he’s intentionally exaggerating his annoyance. “Awful early for all that nagging, woman.”

You glare at him playfully, picking up an egg to crack. “Awful early for a cig, too.”

He huffs and you crack your egg, the kitchen shifting into a comfortable silence. You continue your humming as the song changes to something more upbeat, unable to keep a smile from your face.

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You’re half tipsy, giggling into Soap’s mouth as the two of you stumble into the house. You manage to trip over the lip of the entrance, and you yelp as you start to fall.

Johnny just barely manages to twist and catch the both of you in time, grunting loudly as he hits the ground. The breath is knocked from the both of you, and you lay there in the dark for a moment, still.

You’re giggling as soon as you can breathe again, unable to stay still with all the energy and wiggling against his chest. “Jo-Johnny!”

“What?” He pants, still not fully able to take a breath in. You can see the outline of a smile, though, and his hands come up to fully cup your ass. “You were the one taht tripped, lass!” 

That only makes you laugh harder, kicking your feet against his shins. “I-I know!”

Now he laughs, a full-bellied sound that has you bouncing on his chest. He manages to push himself up so that you’re in his lap, and presses his mouth to yours without warning.

You make a high sound of surprise but quickly kiss him back, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips. 

Your kiss is messy, both of you a little too drunk and a little too needy to bother for tact. Johnny’s softer than he usually is, all tongue and no teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck, shifting so your knees rest on either side of him and squeeze his hips.

“Need you,” he pants into your mouth, shifting you over him to start a slow grind. “Need to be inside you, bonnie.”

“Yeah, please,” you say, quickly dropping your hands to his belt and clumsily working at his belt. It takes several tries for you to get it undone, and both of you get more and more desperate. Your underwear get more and more damp as you work yourself over the rough denim of his jeans, your skirt rucked up around your hips as he palms at your ass.

“Come on,” he growls, landing a harsh slap against the meat of your thigh. You yelp at the sting, then giggle, and finally manage to get his belt loose, quickly tugging it off.

“There you go,” you mumble, throwing the belt to the side and hearing it slide against the hardwood. “C’mon, c’mon, need you now, Johnny.”

He nearly snarls into your mouth, jerking your panties to the side and stuffing two fingers into you with no warning. You jolt higher on your knees and moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“Sit still,” he growls, tugging you back down and scissoring his fingers quickly to spread you. He slips a third finger in easily, your cunt already slick and dripping for him. “Stop fuckin’- stop wigglin’ around.”

You can’t help but giggle again, pushing your smile against his lips and nipping at his chin. “Can’t hold me down, MacTavish?”

You feel him grin, growling playfully, and before you can keep prodding him he’s got you flipped onto the floor beneath him. You squeal when he somehow manages to keep his fingers inside of you, pushing deep as he pins you down. He tucks your knees higher, both of your legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll show you held down, lass,” he growls, smile just barely visible above you. “Want it rough, then?”

You bite back another laugh, pushing up just enough to bite his bottom lip and tug it down with you. “As rough as you’ve got, MacTavish.”

It works as the perfect taunt you’d meant it as, and he’s buried in your tight heat before you can try and push him any further. Your head falls back against the hardwood floor as his falls to your throat, both of you moaning loudly as his hips meet your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, teeth pressed against your throat. When you arch your neck even further, he bites into your flesh, sucking a hicky and making you ever wetter between the thighs. “Fuck.”

“She tight, Johnny?”

You both yelp at the sudden voice, Johnny jolting away from your neck and shifting inside of you, causing you both to melt again.

There, in the corner of the room, is Ghost. He’s smoking a cigarette by the window, illuminated only by the glow of his cigarette butt and the moon. You can’t quite see his expression, but you can just imagine the cocky smirk.

Johnny groans above you, sinking back down to press kisses along your throat and forcing your knees almost to the side of your head. “Scared the shit outta’ me, Ghost,” he sighs, pulling out just enough to give you a few tiny thrusts. You moan, letting yourself relax into the floor.

“Not surprised,” Ghost says, and you watch as he stubs out the cigarette and take a few steps to where the two of you are tangled in each other. “How much did you two have to drink?”

You laugh at the question, but it melts into a moan as Johnny starts to find a rhythm that works for both of you. Your knees nearly knock against your own face as he makes his way across your neck, leaving bruising kisses. 

“Not-” you choke a bit on a particularly rough thrust, just barely managing to keep your eyes open and watch as Simon settles into an armchair. “Not that much.”

“Yeah,” Johnny pants, lifting himself up enough to look down at you. “How-how much’ve you had, L.t.?”

Ghost snorts, taking a swig from a beer bottle you hadn’t noticed before. “Less’n you two, I can tell that much.”

You and Johnny both snicker, half out of breath already, but none of you try and keep speaking as Johnny starts to really fuck into you, finding a perfect rhythm that’s just a little messier than usual, a little jerkier. 

The two of you make no attempt to be quiet, moaning and whining loudly as you work to find that peak. Even with folded in half as you are, you try to push into him as much as you can to help him hit the perfect spot inside of you. 

You nearly scream when he does, clenching down so tightly onto him that he’s forced to a still inside of you, his length throbbing in time with your heartbeat. 

The world blurs around you as Johnny takes your lips again, pressing your tongues together in a slick slide as he batters inside of you.

“Clo-close,” you gasp, clawing down his shoulders. Your nails dig in enough through his shirt to have him moaning, arching further into your touch.

“Me too, bonnie.”

He shifts enough to lean his weight further onto your thighs, newly freed hand smoothing down your chest and stomach to work against your clit. You melt beneath him, muscles going loose as you turn into nothing but a limp doll for him to fuck.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm starts to overcome you, Johnny’s work against your clit and the hot length inside of you finally shoving you over the edge.

“Fuck- fuck!” Johnny nearly shouts above you, your orgasm triggering his own. You cling tight to him, dragging his body as close to you as possible while your muscles clench down around him. The two of you are nearly drooling in each other’s mouths, eager for as much physical touch as possible.

It feels like an impossible amount of time later when you hear Ghost crouch down next to you, see his shadow cast over both you and Johnny. “You two done, then?”

You feel Johnny huff where he’s leaned against your cheek, feel his smile grow against yours. 

“Yeah, Si,” you say, squirming a bit beneath Johnny to try and get out from under him. “I think we’re done.”

Johnny gans a little but he obliges and shifts back enough for his softened cock to pull out of you. You both whine in sync at the separation, and he finally lets your legs fall to the ground, heels thudding against the floor.

Johnny rolls off of you, flopping to the floor next to you. “Carry us to bed, L.t.”

You giggle and blink up at Simon, softened from your orgasm and the lingering buzz from your night out. “Yeah, L.t.,” you lift your arms high, making grabby hands like a toddler. “Carry us to bed.”

Ghost snorts above you, but he still leans down and scoops you up beneath the knees and the back. You squeal when he hefts you over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. He ducks low again and you grasp onto the bottom of his sweatshirt, then giggle when Johnny flops bonelessly over Ghost’s other shoulder.

He carries the two of you effortlessly down the hall, and Johnny’s soft laugh joins yours - well, at least before you hear a muffled slap and he quiets himself/ Of course that only makes you laugh, earning you a spank of your own.

You’re dropped rather carelessly onto the massive mattress all five of you share these days, hand flopping against what you’re sure is Price’s chest as Ghost falls on top of Johnny where he’s dropped.

You hear a muffled oof! from next to you and curl into Price with a smile, tucking yourself close to his chest. He rumbles a low noise, instinctually tucking you close. You can hear Gaz getting annoyed with Ghost and Soap, feel him kicking at them to fight for his own spot on the mattress. You fall asleep with Ghost’s back to yours and Price’s chest to yours, surrounded by warmth.

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You groan into the sheets in frustration, fists clenched tight. “Simon, come on, please.”

He spanks you sharply, but the pain is hardly noticeable compared to the need you’re drowning in. 

“Quiet,” he grunts, three fingers spreading your ass. “Need to stretch you out properly, don’t want any tears.”

You whine, arching your back and pushing your ass further into the air. “I’m ready, I promise, just need you inside. I’ve been stretched for the last ten minutes!”

“And you’ll get stretched for ten more if you don’t quit complaining.”

It’s almost impossible to bite back a complaint at that, but you manage to dull it down to just a near-painful eye roll. You try your best to stay still for him, stay patient, even as you feel like your pussy is dripping like a faucet.

Ghost has fucked you with far less prep than this, you know he’s just trying to be an asshole - no pun intended. You also know that the more you rush him, the slower he’ll go. So you force yourself a little looser, let your body sink more comfortably into the position he’s got you in.

It doesn’t make the wait any easier.

You’re not sure how long it’s really been when he finally deems you stretched enough, but he finally pulls his fingers free. You whimper at the cold dribble of lube as he spreads a bit more across your stretched hole, the slick sounds echoing in the room telling you he’s likely spreading it across himself too.

“Alright, love,” he says, notching himself at your back hole with both hands on your hips. “Loosen up for me now.”

The stretch is sinful as he finally gives you his cock, enough for you to feel the sting but not at a painful point. Your eyes roll back in pleasure instead of frustration, and your knees shift just a little wider to welcome him more fully into your body.

“Fuck, you feel good<’ he grunts, grip tightening on your hip.

On a normal night with Ghost, you’d expect minimal prep and long rounds of edging. He likes to keep you from coming for as long as possible, then coax an orgasm that feels earthshattering from you when he finally shoves you off that ledge. Either that, or he fucks you quick and dirty - in the yard outside, in the shower, in the middle of the night, really any time he feels like getting off. With you around, there’s no need to masturbate. That leaves you getting bent over and used at any time he feels the slightest urge to get off, but you couldn’t mind less.

Now, though, Ghost paces himself far more slowly than usual. His thrusts are long, bottoming out and pulling back until the head of his cock just barely breaches your hole. If you couldn’t feel the way his hands bruise your hips, you’d almost call his pace leisurely. 

The two of you are near silent as he fucks you, content to fill the air with soft moans and the occasional whine instead of dirty talk. It feels nice, such slow sex with Simon. It’s a side of him he rarely lets you see, even now.

He knows you can’t come from anal alone, and is feeling generous enough to grab one of your hands and shift it down, telling you, “Rub your clit for me, love. Wanna feel you come.”

And, well, who are you to disobey?

You bring yourself to a slow, rolling orgasm with rhythmic circles against your clit, hips working against his even with his grip. You moan more loudly now, moith open and spit spreading across the pillow.

“Si-Simon,” you gasp. “Feels so good, so deep.”

“Yeah? Deep in your ass, huh, love?”

“Mhmm, mhmm. Can hardly br-breathe around you, Si.”

“I know, so big in your little hole. You’re taking me well, though, being such a good girl for me. Gonna - fuck, love - gonna make me come, give you a nice load then plug you up.”

“Yes, yes…”

“You want that? Want to be stuffed with my come? Keep me inside of you ‘til I say you can take the plug out?”

“Yes, I’ll keep it in for you, Si, be so good for you.”

“Oh, I know it, love. Always a good girl for me, most perfect girl… fuck, feel so good around me…”

He groans when he finally gets himself off, pulling you back onto his harsher thrusts and letting your channel squeeze the come from him. You rub your clit a few more times, ignoring the aftershocks in favor of forcing your muscles to milk him a bit.

When he finally pulls out, he tucks a good-sized plug into your loosened hole before any of his come can slip out. You shift from your knees to your stomach with a soft hum, tugging a pillow into your arms as your eyes drift shut.

“You stayin’ in here for a bit?” Ghost asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face and dipping down to press a dry kiss to your cheek.

“Hmm. Gonna take a nap before dinner.”

“Alright. Need any help tonight?”

“No,” you hum, curling deeper into the bedding. “You can set the table, if you really want.”

You hear him laugh as he pulls away, weight shifting off of the mattress. “I’ll leave that to Johnny, I think.”

A few moments later the door click softly shut behind him, and you float into a peaceful slumber while trying to half-plan dinner. 

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You’re half-asleep when you feel someone shift in bed next to you, their body covering yours. There’s a distinct hardness against the small of your back, and you press back against him.

“Stay still,” you hear Gaz whisper in your ear as he urges you further onto your stomach. You hum a little in response as he settles over you, kneeing your thighs apart enough for him to rest between them. “Don’t wanna wake anyone else up, right sweetheart?”

You hum again in what’s probably supposed to be agreement, but is really just a half-asleep sound. You trust all your boys, though, so you’re perfectly content to let Kyle do whatever he wants.

You sleep naked these days, so it’s easy for him to spread your cheeks a bit, to rub at your folds. You’re still a little damp from the shower sex with Price you’d had right before bed, and Kyle doesn’t seem to think you need much more than that.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel the tip of his cock at your hole, and then the familiar weight of him entering you. It’s hard not to groan, especially when you’re so dazed, but you think you do a good job.

Well, until Kyle shushes you loudly, stuffing a few of his fingers into your mouth. 

You make a small offended noise, but it shifts into a sound of pleasure when he sinks fully inside of you.

“Hush. Don’t wanna share you right now, just needed to feel you for a bit.”

You feel his hips shift against yours before he sort of falls to the side, taking you with him. You’re left spooning him, his cock buried deep inside of you and kept warm by your body.

He sighs, pleased, against your back and pulls his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand float down to rest on one of your breasts. He squeezes you for a few moments, but that only works you up more and has you squirming against him.

Kyle makes a small, whining noise and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Stay still, love. Just want to hold you, let you hold me. Go back to sleep, yeah?”

You sigh, debate trying to get him to finish what he started, but ultimately decide that it sounds like far too much work for your current state. 

So instead you let yourself relax into Gaz, body quickly adjusting to the weight and stretch of him. It’s easier than you might’ve thought to doze off like that, held close to Kyle’s chest.

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[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Thirty-One: A/B/O - Felix/Changbin

The grand finale! <3

Tags: Alpha!Felix, omega!Changbin, alpha/omega dynamics, mating cycles/heat, mating bites, claiming, breeding, pregnancy discussion, implied mpreg, scent kink

AO3 Link

“Felix, it's time. Hyunjin and Jisung and I are going to leave to give you guys some privacy. Take care of him.” 

It’s time. 

The dorm smelled overwhelmingly sweet. Maple and vanilla with a hint of cinnamon hit Felix in the face the second he opened the door. It was so strong it made his eyes water, but at the same time, his mouth watered as well. His fangs poked at the inside of his bottom lip and his nostrils flared. Omega, his alpha supplied. My omega. He kicked off his shoes by the door and rushed to Changbin’s room. 

As he got to the door, hints of distress mixed in with the sweetness of Changbin’s scent, an ashy smell like the smoke of a campfire. Felix took a deep breath to stabilize himself before he opened the door. And then he stepped inside.  

Changbin was on the bed, surrounded by a pile of blankets and clothes, ranging from his own shirts to Chan’s, to even Minho’s–his nest. Another thing Felix quickly noticed was that he was completely naked and he was whining, the high keen immediately filling his ears as he stepped closer. He did his best to turn his own citrusy scent calming–anything to remove the distress from Changbin’s scent. 

“Binnie,” Felix called softly. He stood at the edge of the nest, not wanting to get in until Changbin gave him express permission. It was taking a great amount of self control not to pounce Changbin right then and there. He looked so pretty all spread out in his nest. He’d gotten a little chubby lately as they prepared for this heat and that only made him more enticing. He looked so soft and supple. Perfect for Felix to sink his teeth into–

“ Alpha ,” Changbin whined, bringing Felix out of his own desire-fueled thoughts. He turned over on the bed and faced Felix and oh he looked so pretty, his cheeks red like ripened fruit and his eyes cloudy and dazed with heat. 

“I’m here,” Felix said softly. “Can I come in?” 

“Please,” Changbin sniffed, voice a little pained, and that was all Felix needed to join him in his nest and pull him into his arms. His skin was burning up, already feverish from his heat, and he was shaking. It made his inner alpha whine pathetically, screaming at him to comfort, comfort, comfort . He nosed at Changbin’s scent gland and inhaled deeply as he began to scent him, releasing calming pheromones as much as he could. Changbin whimpered softly as citrus mixed with sugar and bloomed throughout the room. Felix always loved how their scents combined. Perfect, sweet, delicious, like a bakery during the summer time, full of rich, ripe fruit mixed into sugary baked goods and pastries that melt on your tongue. 

“I’ve got you,” Felix mumbled against Changbin’s heated skin. The omega began to relax in his arms and he stopped shaking as much. He was still just as hot but the distress had melted out of his scent and Felix was instead hit with the full force of his sweetness. His gums burned as arousal mixed into the air and coated his lungs like sap. Fuck . Changbin’s slick. 

Changbin squirmed and whined as his arms came to wrap around Felix. Despite his softness, he was still so strong, stronger than Felix even. People often mistook Changbin as an alpha but Felix knew how wrong that assumption was. He was strong and powerful, but he was strong as an omega. 

“Felix, I want–” Changbin started, struggling to find words through the fog in his brain. “It–it hurts. Please. Need you,” he whimpered. Felix inhaled slowly as arousal swirled in his stomach. He was already hard, and was practically the moment he stepped in the door. 

“My omega,” Felix drawled, sitting back so he could cup Changbin’s cheeks. “I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.” 

“Mate? You’ll claim me, right?” he asked simply and Felix’s heartbeat stuttered in his chest. Right. That was what Chan was talking about. It’s time . Time for him and Changbin to mate. 

They had been planning this for a while. The group was at a stable point in their career and as a pack. Minho and Jisung were already mated and Hyunjin and Seungmin were planning on it soon but somehow had more patience. Felix and Changbin couldn’t wait, but Chan still had to get permission from the company. It wasn’t unheard of for an omega to get pregnant the moment they were mated and that would create a lot of issues with the group without proper planning. Minho and Jisung had been lucky. Felix didn’t want to be lucky. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna make you mine,” Felix all but growled. His gums stung more but he ignored it. He wanted to draw this out. 

Changbin rolled over and Felix let him, even though he wanted to keep his arms around him forever. Then Changbin arched his back and spread his knees apart so that his ass was in the air, his dripping hole on perfect display for Felix. He was full-on presenting. Saliva flooded Felix’s mouth as he took in the sight–his inner thighs and ass shiny with slick, his pink hole fluttering, desperate for a knot, his curves and the roundness of his tummy, begging for Felix to breed him and fill him up with pups–he wanted to devour him. 

“Fuck, Changbin, you’re so pretty,” Felix breathed, moving behind him. 

He placed his hands on Changbin’s ass cheeks and dug his fingers into the soft flesh. Even though his hands were small, he was strong, and Changbin’s skin would probably bruise later. “P-please, alpha. Touch me,” Changbin whimpered, arching his back further. Felix licked his lips as he spread Changbin’s cheeks apart, heat spreading through his stomach as a glob of slick dripped out of his hole. The sweet maple and vanilla was so strong it was making Felix a little lightheaded. His mouth watered. 

Changbin began to whine again but then Felix leaned forward and without a warning, licked all the way up his perineum to his hole. He collected his slick on his tongue and swallowed it down with a groan. It tasted just like it smelled. “You’re so delicious,” Felix groaned. Changbin gasped when he pushed the tip of his tongue past his hole and began to lick at his velvety walls. His legs were already shaking as Felix started thrusting his tongue in and out of him, eating him out like a man starved. 

The sounds of pleasure Changbin was making went straight to Felix’s cock and he knew it wouldn’t take long for his knot to form. But he held himself back. He needed to be there for all of Changbin’s heat. 

“I-I’m– ahhh —alpha,” Changbin moaned, hole clenching around Felix’s tongue. Felix continued licking into him and added two fingers into the mix, the digits sliding in easily with how wet Changbin was. He mewled as Felix spread him out with his fingers, sweet, whiny sounds falling from his lips. 

“Hhh– hnngg –I’m gonna come,” he gasped, a shudder wracking his body as Felix curled his fingers. He hummed against Changbin’s hole in response. Getting Changbin to come had become a need of his own. He needed it more than anything. His alpha was ecstatic that he was pleasuring his omega. 

Changbin cried out as Felix pulled his first orgasm out of him. His little cock spurted cum all over the sheets and more slick spilled from his hole and coated his thighs and Felix’s chin. Felix swallowed what he could and licked the rest from his lips. “Fuck,” he muttered, straightening himself up. “You taste so good, Binnie. Can’t believe you’re all mine. All mine.” 

Changbin’s skin was flushed all over. The pink stain fit well with his moans as Felix started fingering him again once he had calmed down from his first orgasm. The first of many. Instead of adding his tongue this time he added a third finger and pushed them deeper. Changbin writhed on the bed and his thighs and arms quivered as he struggled to hold himself up. Even for all his strength there was only so much he could take. 

“Mmm!–oh gosh, f-fuck,” Changbin gasped suddenly, his hips jerking. Felix grinned. He felt a slight change in texture under his fingertips–Changbin’s prostate. He hadn’t even needed to touch it to make Changbin come the first time, but his omega had always been so sensitive. “ Please –I can’t, I can’t,” he whimpered. 

Felix squeezed his plush thigh and pumped his fingers in and out of him. His hand was coated in slick already from how much Changbin was dripping. His scent permeated the air and rested over them like a thick blanket. It was so hot and Felix wanted to burn in it. “You can,” he reassured him. He caressed his thigh as he rubbed his fingers over his prostate. “You can come for me again. I know you can. You’ll be a good omega for me, right, hyung?” 

Changbin choked on a moan and nodded. His face was pressed against the bed and his cheeks were splotchy with pink. “Yes, yes,” he responded with vigorous nods. “I can, please, F-Felix, alpha.” 

Felix bit his teeth and dug his fingertips into Changbin’s thigh. He could taste the copper on his tongue from his fangs digging into his lip and his gums burned with the urge to bite. He spread his fingers and arousal exploded in his belly at the way the entirety of Changbin’s soft body quivered. His noises got progressively more high pitched as Felix fucked him with his fingers and his touches turned rougher. It was music to Felix’s ears. 

“I’m–hah–clo-close, aaahhh. Felix, Felix, please.”

“You’re taking my fingers so well,” Felix complimented. It was taking everything in him to not lose his resolve. “So perfect, so good for me, Changbinnie. Such a good boy,” he whispered, his low voice a sharp contrast with Changbin’s desperate mewls. 

It didn’t take long for Changbin to reach his second orgasm, this one hitting him harder than the first when Felix gave a particularly hard thrust of his fingers. He made a choked sound that almost sounded like a sob and he collapsed forward as he came, more cum dripping from his cock. His hole spasmed around Felix’s fingers and let out little whines as he thrusted them in deep, until Changbin was gasping for him to stop. 

“You’re so pretty,” Felix praised, his voice soft. He helped Changbin roll over onto his back so that he could see his face properly and the sight of his debauched expression nearly pulled a growl from his chest. His eyelashes were wet with unshed tears and his lips were red and swollen, slick from the brush of his tongue. He bit his lip, his fangs glinting in the midday light. Changbin’s breath hitched and he tilted his head to the side, barring his neck. 

“Alpha,” he moaned. He spread his legs. His cock was still hard against his soft tummy. Felix wanted to bite him everywhere. His skin was perfect, unblemished–a perfect canvas for Felix to decorate. 

He started with his thighs. He was still so hot that his skin warmed Felix’s mouth as he laved over the first bite mark with his tongue. His thighs were sticky with slick and sweat and he tasted divine.

Shivers shook Changbin’s thighs and goosebumps rose all over his skin as Felix made his way up his body, sucking on all his softest parts–biting the swell of his tummy, the soft flesh of breasts. The closer he got to Changbin’s neck the more he wanted to sink his teeth into him, mark him, claim him as his mate. There were already bite marks littering Changbin’s skin and hickeys blooming in red and purple hues. But Felix wanted to save the real marking for when he knotted him. 

When he reached Changbin’s face, the omega wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. There was no finesse behind it and it was more tongue and teeth than anything, but it was Changbin . His mouth tasted so sweet and his little gasps and mewls against his mouth sent arousal licking up his spine. “Wan’ you to fuck me,” Changbin whimpered once they separated. His pupils were blown and there was a haze over them. He was deep into his heat and Felix could sense his need and it clawed at his insides. “I need it, please. I’m so wet I–please, n-need your knot,” he begged. 

Felix swallowed thickly and licked his lips. Fuck, Changbin was all his . 

“I’ve got you, baby. Do you want it like this?” he asked, running his hand down Changbin’s torso. He couldn’t resist squeezing a small handful of the chub settled around his middle. 

More vanilla-soaked arousal flooded the air at Felix’s touch and if it was even possible, Changbin’s cheeks turned even redder. “L-like this please,” he replied. 

Suddenly, his face twisted and he whimpered as a wave of cramps hit him. The sugar in his scent turned smokey again and Felix frowned as his alpha picked up on his omega’s distress. “H-hurts, alpha, m-make me–make me f-feel good,” Changbin cried, his body arching underneath Felix. 

Felix knew he couldn’t waste time so he planted another kiss on Changbin’s full lips and then slipped down between his spread thighs. The sheets below his ass were soaked with slick and his hole was clenching around nothing. “Every part of you–fuck. Shit. The prettiest fucking thing ever, ” he groaned. He scrambled out of his clothes, tossing them somewhere in the pile that made up Changbin’s nest so he could have them for his heat. He had to remind himself that this heat would still last another day and he would have plenty of time to take Changbin apart piece by piece. But for now, he needed his alpha’s knot. And Felix needed to feel him around him. He was so hard it hurt, so hard he had trouble thinking. 

It was his instincts taking over as he pressed the tip of his leaking cock to Changbin’s hole, the head easily slipping past his rim with no resistance. He didn’t worry about protection. He wanted to see Changbin’s belly swollen with his pups. Their pups. 

Changbin moaned wantonly as Felix pushed his legs back and his cock filled him up. He clenched around him and Felix gritted his teeth, a deep moan vibrating in his throat. “Fuck, you feel so good around me. It’s like you were made for me, hyung,” he said reverently. Changbin only moaned in response, already too far gone to form any proper thoughts. Felix was going to fuck him senseless . 

He pushed his cock in until his hips were pressed against Changbin’s ass. He was still so tight even though he’d fingered him already. The wet heat surrounding his cock made him dizzy with pleasure so he gave himself a second to adjust, hands pressed firmly against Changbin’s thighs. But Changbin was squirmy, clearly needing more as he pushed his hips forward, whining for Felix to do something please . And fuck, Felix was so weak for him. 

He pushed Changbin’s legs back toward his chest and pulled out, the action producing a loud squelch from the amount of slick coating his walls. Changbin immediately whined from the loss, desperate pleas already falling from his mouth, but Felix was quick to ease him, filling him up again with one quick snap of his hips. 

“ Ahh! ” Changbin mewled, tossing his head back into the soft piles of his nest. Felix growled, a low, soft rumble in his chest and Changbin tilted his head to the side to present himself in response. “Alpha, alpha–” 

“So good,” Felix gritted. “Fuck, you feel so good. My baby, my omega you’re so–shit.” His head felt like cotton. The mix of their scents in the air, the heat of Changbin’s feverish body, the feeling of skin on skin, the loud moans each of his thrusts punched from Changbin–it caused pleasure to burst through his stomach and tingle up and down his spine like electricity. 

“Fu-uckk,” Changbin hiccupped, followed by a long whine. “H-harder, please, bread me– hhngg– alpha, alpha,” he chanted. His eyes rolled back as Felix thrusted his cock deeper, hitting his prostate dead on. His little cock bobbed against his tummy with each jab of Felix’s hips and the precum smeared across his smooth skin. He was such a pretty sight. Mine, all mine, Felix thought. 

Heat pooled in his stomach as Changbin clenched around him and cried out, his pretty mouth parted as he moaned. “ Aaahh –Fe-Felix–gonna–nghh–knot me p-please, want your pups,” he begged. Felix groaned and Changbin’s eyes rolled back as he picked up his pace and fucked him harder, digging his fingertips into Changbin’s supple thighs so hard that there would be bruises and nail marks left later. 

“You’re gonna–fuck–gonna look so, s-so pretty like that, Binnie,” Felix moaned. Pleasure tugged at his insides and he could already feel his knot beginning to form, the slight bulb catching on Changbin’s rim whenever he pulled out. Changbin was getting close too, judging by the way his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. The pink matched the marks Felix left all over his body and the flush of his round cheeks. 

Felix’s knot filled up more and Changbin let out a cry as he pushed it back in. He was already stretched so much and the knot filled him up more than the entirety of Felix’s cock. “‘S too much,” he gasped, making little fists in the sheets. “I-I can’t take it–you’re splitting me in half. ”

A shiver ran over Felix’s body. “Shh, yes you can,” he said soothingly. He tossed Changbin’s legs over his shoulders and leaned between his thighs to reach for his hand. He brought his wrist up to his face and nuzzled against it, scenting him with fresh citrus. Changbin’s eyes glazed over and he let out a breathy moan. His body went entirely pliant in Felix’s hold and the alpha smiled brightly. “That’s a good omega. You gonna come for me? Then you can get my knot,” he said. 

His vigorous nods were followed by another thrust of Felix’s hips, this one more gentle than the others, but still enough to make Changbin keen. “Y-yes,” he stuttered. “Want it. ‘M gonna come, please, please mark me. Please. ” 

Felix’s gums hurt, his jaw ached. “Fuck,” he breathed. “ Fuck.” 

He pulled out one more time and that snapped his hips forward, pushing his fully formed knot past Changbin’s puffy rim. That was what the omega needed to come and he sobbed, his eyes rolling back as his hole spasmed around Felix’s knot. His cock spurted weakly, already spent from his first two orgasms. He looked so beautiful with his mouth hanging open, moans flowing freely past his red lips. Felix growled again and clenched his jaw. “My omega. Mine.” 

“Yours, yours,” Changbin replied “Fill me up, alpha, breed me.” 

Felix groaned and dropped his head as his orgasm hit him, his hips jerking as his cum spilled inside Changbin. The scent of his own arousal almost overcame Changbin’s as he pressed deeper, pushing Changbin back until his hips lifted off the bed. 

The urge to bite him, mate him, claim him, suddenly overwhelmed Felix and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He went between Changbin’s legs and as he filled him up and moved one of his hands beside Changbin’s head to cage him in. Then he dipped his head and attached his mouth to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, right over his scent gland. 

Changbin’s breath hitched and his body stilled. “Alpha,” he muttered. “Felix.” 

Felix hummed against his skin and licked over his scent gland. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. He felt like his veins were electrified. This was it. He and Changbin would finally be one. 

He scraped his teeth over his skin, testing the waters, and then bit down, hard . Changbin gasped and his body jerked as his fangs sank into his flesh. Blood flooded Felix’s mouth and ran down his chin and Changbin’s shoulder and there was no way it didn’t hurt even though he didn’t make a sound. He could smell the smoke in his scent again from the pain but he knew it would all be gone in a moment. 

He stayed just like that for a moment, waiting for their bond to set it and slowly Changbin settled. Then, he felt like he was blooming, an overwhelming feeling of love , joy, peace, running down his body like the blood running down his chin. He could feel Changbin more intensely than he’d ever felt him. The room smelled like orange blossoms and syrup and them . Tears sprung to his eyes and ran down his cheeks. His chest felt so full. 

Changbin whimpered above him and wrapped his arms around him. The touch of his skin lit Felix on fire. Oh, had they been missing out. “Do you feel that?” Changbin asked, his voice choked up. 

Felix hummed and his lips curled into a smile even as tears streamed down his cheeks. He finally pulled off Changbin and licked over the wound to clean up the blood and wiped his lips and chin. “I do,” he said softly, nodding. “It feels amazing.” 

“It does,” Changbin said back, biting his plush bottom lip. “I can feel everything.” 

“Yeah?” Felix asked, letting out a watery laugh. 

“Yeah.” Changbin smiled warmly and pulled Felix down to kiss him. They took their time with this kiss, lips moving in tandem, no urgency behind it. Changbin’s fever had broken and he would have a little respite before his heat kicked up again and they would have to leave all the niceties behind. But for now, Felix could be sweet and gentle. He could let Changbin lick into his mouth and press kisses to his jaw without any rush. 

“You’re officially my alpha,” Changbin said happily, giggling a little as Felix continued his incessant kisses. 

“I’ve always been your alpha,” he said, kissing the corner of his lips, then his chin, then his cheek. 

“But now everyone will know. I’m really yours. And you’re mine. My pretty alpha.” 

Felix blushed and he dropped his head to hide against Changbin’s shoulder. “You can’t get shy now! Your knot’s still inside me, Lix.” He clenched around him as if to prove his point and Felix groaned, clenching his fists. 

“Don’t do that! This knot needs to go down before I can go again,” he said. 

Changbin laughed and the action shook his chest. “Do you…do you really think I’ll have pups now?” he asked softly after a moment. 

Felix lifted his head and smiled. “I’m sure. You’re perfect. We’ll have our little babies.” They would know for sure in about two weeks. Changbin’s scent would change. It would turn softer, gentler, promising. And even if this knot didn’t take, they still had almost two whole days left.

“Good,” Changbin hummed. He ran his fingers down Felix’s spine and the alpha practically purred. “You’ll be the best daddy.” 

Felix could have cried right then and there. And he did. More tears streamed down his face and he groaned as he hid himself against Changbin again. “You’re supposed to be the emotional one now!” he groaned and Changbin just laughed at his expense again. 

“My cute alpha. With the biggest heart. It’s hot. Makes me wanna ride you.” 

Felix gasped, scandalized. “I liked you a lot better two minutes ago. Go to sleep. You need to rest before your next wave hits anyway. 

Changbin giggled and ruffled Felix’s messy hair. “Yes, alpha. Your wish is my command.”  

Felix nipped at his chest and he would have wrestled him if they weren’t still knotted together and he wasn’t tired. Eventually Changbin’s laughter died down and they were able to fall asleep, a blanket of their own bonded scents warming them into dreamless slumber.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 31: Breeding(Hopelessly Devoted To You)

warnings/kinks: mentions of pregnancy, alcohol and drinking, smut, unprotected sex, slight monster fucking, fluff, breeding pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader word count: 1k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower a/n: And here we are, at the end of another kinktober. I hope everyone enjoyed! ;) And maybe kinktober 2023 might be a thing for next year!

Dante wanted children, but the idea actually terrified him so much. He knew it would be the ultimate act of showing you just how much he loves you, and the fruition of your love would be a baby. But damn, if he wasn’t so fucking afraid of losing you and his children, it might actually happen. Dante just couldn’t bring himself to do it, and as you spent more years married to him, you knew it was a touchy subject for him and you rarely brought it up.

Everything changed the day you told Nero you’d babysit for him. You and Dante had traveled to go out to Nero’s for a weekend, and you both agreed to watch over the kids for a couple of days. Nero and Kyrie had been planning this little outing for a while, and they trusted you to take care of their household while they would be gone. Dante wasn’t super pleased about it. He thought it wasn’t the best way to spend your time, but he did appreciate that you were always willing to lend a hand to people.

It struck him all at once, especially when he saw you taking care of the youngest member of the family. The baby was only a few months old. You were so motherly with the child, and Dante couldn’t help but notice just how kind and patient you were with everyone. All the children found such comfort within you. They came to you to play, or help them with things. You’d give them nutritious meals and tuck them in at night. And this made Dante so excited.

The weekend had gone much better than Dante had anticipated. The children were practically begging you not to leave when their parents got back. Nero and Kyrie came back looking so relaxed, and they couldn’t thank you enough. The way home seemed long and you were exhausted, so Dante knew he had to give you time before he would enact his plan.

A few days after you get home, it’s a slow afternoon. There’s no calls for the two of you to go out hunting. So Dante realizes this is the perfect opportunity for the both of you. It starts off fairly innocently with him offering to give you a drink and a massage. How could you possibly refuse such a kind offer?

Dante gets you settled on the couch, and he begins with your shoulders. You sip on the drink he’s made for you and listen to the music coming from the jukebox. Everything about this is so romantic. It makes you feel so loved. His large hands soothe and knead the knots from your muscles. His calloused fingers feel so good on your soft skin. He presses the softest and most loving kisses all over your neck and jawline. You let out a moan and it goes straight to his cock.

Eventually, he can’t hold back. The more he massages you, and the more you drink, he knows he needs to have you. Dante presses you against the sofa, and you spread your thighs for him. You’re feeling so aroused from all the massages and the drinks. Your lips meet in a sloppy kiss and Dante ruts against you. The two of you begin to grind against one another.

“I need to fuck you so badly,” he mumbles against your lips. “Wanna fuck a baby into you.”

You gasp at his words. He’s never really said anything like this to you before. Not even during roleplay. It usually just wasn’t something that popped up and you knew that this subject was so difficult for Dante. But now, you look into his eyes and you can see how dark they are with lust. It’s clearly something he’s been thinking about for a while.

“Been thinking about you having my baby for so long. Ever since I saw you with Nero’s kids. You’re so good with kids,”

Dante begins undressing you so quickly and so desperately. It feels so good in so many ways to have him want you like this. For the first time, Dante was showing interest in having children. He kisses you sloppily and hungrily. His hips rut into you, and soon you’re both naked and left breathless. You’re panting as Dante uses the tip of his cock to tease your wet slick.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” he says as he begins to slip into you. He presses a passionate kiss to your lips.

As your tongues tangle together sensually, Dante begins thrusting into you. His hips snap quicker and rougher as the lust grows within him. He keeps moaning and growling. It’s so animalistic, and so raw and rough. You can only cling to him and let him fuck you so hard. The sounds of your skins slapping together fills the room, drowning out the rock song coming from the jukebox. 

“I want you to be pregnant. I need to breed you,” Dante growls. He presses a rough kiss to your lips before leaning down to nip at your neck.

“Please,” you whine. “Breed me, daddy.”

Something inside of him snaps when you use that name for him. He pushes your legs to your chest and he gets you to hold them there. Then you watch as red sparks of energy pop in the air as Dante summons the energy to trigger. You’ve never done anything like this before, but you know that he has always wanted to try it. Soon, this large scaly devil is on top of you instead of your gorgeous, loving husband.

“Dante,” you mutter as you try to come to terms with this. “What’s going on?”

He growls gently, “Gonna breed you.”

Without another word, he presses himself on top of you even more. From a slit in the scaly armor is his large cock. You’ve never seen it before, and you have to admit you’re intimidated. But when you hear him moan your name in his distorted voice, you know that this is still the man you love so truly. He presses the tip of his cock into your wet hole, he waits patiently for you to coax him to continue.

And when you do, you know he’ll breed you. 

#bacon.writes #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 31 #dante #dante x you #dante x reader #dante x y/n #dante dmc #dante devil may cry x reader #dante devil may cry #dante devil may cry x y/n #dante devil may cry x you #devil may cry

[holylulusworld]

His prey - Kinktober 31

Summary: Your saviour has arrived.

Pairing: Nomad!SteveRogers x Innocent!Reader

Kink: stalking

Square 3 filled for @anyfandomangstbingo​: stalker au

Square 7 filled for @anyfandomdarkbingo​: social anxiety

Warnings: angst, stalking, anxiety, social anxiety, mentions of past sexual assault (not the reader)/attempted sexual assault/violence/murder/strangling, mentions of loss of loved ones, virgin reader, implied innocence/virginity kink, protective/possessive Steve, implied murder, betrayal, gaslighting/manipulation (maybe? just in case), a hint of fluff

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1​​ (viginity kink) I didn’t turn this into a smutty one. It didn’t match the story in the end. Maybe I’ll come back to the story and write more using the kink.

Words: 2,5 k

Kinktober 2022  

Please head the warnings. I mentioned the reader’s past and why she’s got anxiety, social anxiety and so on. It’s not explicit, but contains triggers.

This was a warning. Not an advertisement.

Duck your head. Avoid eye contact. Don’t talk to too many people.

In your mind, you repeat your mantra. If you don’t get nervous, you won’t get anxious. If you won’t get anxious, no one will believe you are not normal.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Can I help you, miss?” the clerk at the grocery store asks. You were standing in front of one of the shelves for too long, and he got worried. Or he believed you are a shoplifter. 

Why can’t people just leave you alone? Why do they always try to force you to talk to them? Why? Just why?

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Oh, I’m fine. I was just looking at the cat food. My cat didn’t like the one I bought for her,” you nervously babble. It’s the truth. You need food for your cat. 

“I get it. It’s a lot of food for cats,” the young man nervously chuckles, giving you a boyish grin. He can’t be elder than seventeen. 

He’s no threat.

He’s not going to hurt you.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“I don’t have a cat, but my granny always buys that one for her six cats,” he continues, not recognizing your shaking hands or that you struggle to control your breathing. “They are all like ten years old and fat. I guess it’s good.”

He shrugs.

You nod.

“T-hank you. I’ll try that one,“ you say only to get rid of the boy. It’s not his fault. You know that. Your mind just doesn’t want to agree.

“Anytime, miss. Have a great day.”

He leaves.

You relax.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Get everything you will need for at least a week. Leave the store. Drive home. Be safe.

Your hands shake a little when you reach out to get the first of many items you’ll need. It’s Halloween soon and you don’t want to go to town while everyone is going crazy. 

You want to stay at home. Lock your door. Leave the world outside. 

Just you, yourself, and your cat. 

Well, two cats…or three. You don’t know. There is this newcomer who comes to your house to get food and runs off the next day.

You take another deep breath. 

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You finally gather enough strength to push the shopping cart toward the next shelf. Only a few more items and you can go home.

Safe. 

Unharmed. 

Alone. - Just how you like it.

“Snowball, Salem, newcomer,” you call for your cats. “Come inside. It’s going to rain soon. Come here, kitty. I know you are hungry.”

You smile as your cats run toward the front door. No one can see you are clutching it tight enough to hurt your knuckles.

Going out. Always a struggle.

“Good kitties.”

You close the door and lock it. It takes some time with all the safety locks you have, but it’s for your own safety, and to keep the anxiety at a low level.

A pair of worried blue eyes followed your every move. The man hid behind one of your trees until you closed the door.

He stays in the shadows. Always in the shadows.

He calls himself your guardian angel. Your savior. The one keeping you safe from the world.

Steve watches you from afar. 

It's been a while since anyone called him the golden boy. 

He's a wanted man. Dishonored. Abandoned. Framed. 

You are the light in this dark world, and he'll make sure to keep you in his life. 

You will be his best girl. 

Steve only has to convince you to give in...  

Halloween evening. The day you always loved. The day you fear now.

You stand in front of your door, hand reaching out for the locks to let your cats in. Anxiety spikes up once again. Your hands tremble. 

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“You need to let the cats inside. It’s Halloween. You can’t leave them outside.”

Slowly unlocking your safety locks, you take deep breaths. 

Open the door. Call for your cats. Lock the door again. Hide.

“Come here k-“ your grip your door a little tighter as two young men stand in front of your door. One of them has snowball in his arms. He smirks darkly as you try to not let him see your fear.

“See, I told she’s a young one. She’s got an expensive car and this big house,” the other boy singsongs. You remember him. It’s the clerk from the grocery store. “We only had to come here when everyone else is busy with Halloween. I bet she’s got a lot of money for us.”

“Or something sweeter,” the boy holding your cat says.

“P-lease leave me alone. I-I got no money here. Please…” you’re shaking in fear. Flashbacks of your past haunt you and you can barely breathe. 

“I think she invited us in, don’t you think?” you shake your head at the boy. He drops your cat, shooing her away as he steps closer to reach out for you.

You fear the worst. Your vision becomes blurry and breathing becomes harder.

Before he can touch you, he’s gone. Taken away by an invisible attacker. At least to your vision.

“She doesn’t want you here!” fighting your blurry vision you watch the third man punch the boy from the grocery store.

You must be dreaming. If not, the absent Captain America just came to your rescue.

“Captain America?” 

You pass out. Darkness welcomes you. 

“NO!” you scream as you jolt up on your bed. “I-no! PLEASE!”

“Doll, you’re safe.”

Your eyes go wide as a stranger is in your bedroom. 

“You’re Captain America.”

You swallow thickly. 

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You can’t embarrass yourself in front of a hero. 

“I made sure the boys got arrested and brought your cats into the house. But first, I carried you inside. You passed out on me, miss.”

“You were there,” you whimper. It’s so embarrassing a hero had to save you from some kids. “You saved me.”

“I walked by. You know, I like to go for a walk at night. Then I saw the kids threaten you.”

You don’t overthink his story. Why would you? He’s Captain America and saved you.

“Thank you.”

“It’s my duty to protect the innocent,” he steps closer to your bed to hand you a cup of tea. “I know you don’t like having people around you. I-I’m the same.”

“It’s not you. It’s me.”

“It’s the world outside, doll,” he offers a soft smile, making you feel warm. Just like a soft blanket and hot chocolate. “I didn’t want to intrude. You passed out and I had to carry you inside.”

You whimper. “The police. Do they want a statement?”

“I told them everything that happened. Don’t you worry,” Steve nods to himself. “You can talk to them if you want to, though.”

“No. I-“

“Do you want me to leave?” no one ever asked you. They all offer their help and try to make you normal again. But there is no going back to normal.

“I-“ you shake your head. 

He’s safe.

“I can wait downstairs till the morning comes if you feel safer that way.”

“Can you,” sipping at the tea, you need a moment to find the words, “stay here for a little while? You’re Captain America.”

“I was,” he offers a cracked smile. “I’m glad someone is still believing in me…”

“I do. Always did.”

If only he was around back then.

He smiles. There is something in his eyes, but you brush it off. 

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“If you ever tell anyone about this,” Steve looks over the boys’ heads. His features darken as he looks the clerk from the grocery store straight in the eyes, “you won’t be found.”

“Sir, we won’t,” the boy stammers. “Why did you want us to scare the girl? She seemed to be harmless.”

“You never know if someone nice isn’t with Hydra. Now go and never talk to her again.”

Steve knows what he did is wrong. His old self would be ashamed.

The new Steve wants to have something good in life.

He wants to have a girl to protect and take care of.

He wants innocence to return to his life.

“I came by to check on you, doll,” Steve points at the sunflowers he placed on your front porch. “I put them there as you do not like people to get close to you.”

“I,” you smile. Steve seems to be a nice man, and a kind one. “Not you. I trust you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” he bites his tongue. “I made mistakes in the past. You know what happened. I am still a wanted man.”

“A wanted man,” nodding you look at the flowers again. “Just like the ones breaking into my parents' house.”

You gasp.

Steve does the same.

You never told anyone but the police about what happened that Halloween night.

“I’m sorry, doll.”

“I’m scared of people. Scared of being close to anyone since that night,” you wipe your eyes. “These men came to my home and they—”

“You don’t have to talk about it,” he is by your side in two long steps. “Maybe you should go back inside. It’s alright. I can come back another time.”

“No, I,” you wrap your hand around his wrist, gasping audibly. 

You never touched a man before.

Not since that night.

“Let’s head inside then,” Steve offers. “We can put those flowers in a vase too.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Steve follows you inside your living room. He sits next to you on the couch, careful to not scare you.

“Three men broke into our house,” you begin. “It was Halloween. My friends and I were out to get some more sweets. I was running late. Mom told me to be back at ten. I came home at eleven.”

Steve gently runs his hand over your back, testing the waters.

“I sneaked inside the house using the back door. If only I used the front door, I would’ve seen someone broke in. The house was silent. It was odd. You know,” you look at Steve. “Like in one of those awful horror movies. The girl walks inside a house and it’s silent and pitch black.”

“Doll…”

“Usually, dad and my brother would’ve watched stupid horror movies. Mom would sit next to them, laughing about the stupid people getting killed. My big sister would nag about the movie but gnaw at her nails as she was scared.”

You take a deep breath and another.

Steve just sits next to you. He offers safety and warmth. It feels like he wrapped you into a warm blanket and cradles you like your mom used to do when you were a little girl.

“I put my bag with sweets away. It was late. I was tired. The house was silent,” you swallow audibly, “until it wasn’t. A single scream coming from my sister’s room tore through the silence like a knife. I was frozen to the spot, unable to move as I heard my sister call for my mother like a little girl. She screamed for help…”

“Oh, doll.”

“I…I dropped to my knees to hide behind the sofa. All I could do was dial 911,” you whisper. “I didn’t know my parents and brother died hours ago. They only kept my sister alive to…”

“Did they get them? Did they get punished?”

You nod.

“I crawled toward the kitchen. I was only fourteen, but I had to help my sister,” you wipe your eyes. “I got the biggest knife I could find and kicked off my shoes. If only I could sneak toward my sister’s room, I could save her. Right?”

“Doll…”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“I reached her room. It was the first one right next to the stairs. I-I saw a man squeezing her throat. He groaned and then he got off her. I didn’t understand at first. I didn’t see her eyes were…lifeless,” you choke on your tears. “Later the coroner said in the courtroom that the last one r-aping her,” your voice trembles, “he wanted to make sure she doesn’t scream again. He strangled her with his bare hand.”

Steve can’t find his voice. He closes his eyes and forces the images of the men he killed a few weeks ago away.

He doesn’t tell you he already knew most of your story.

He just didn’t know every detail.

“I gasped and one of the others saw me. He smirked and pointed toward me. That monster said, now their night will get even better as they can have the last Y/L/N too. He said that I’m just his type.”

“Did he…”

“He tried,” you bury your face in the palm of your hands. You’ve got no clue why you feel comfortable enough around Steve to tell him about the worst day in your life. “But…he couldn’t…he couldn’t get it up. Not that he didn’t try.”

You are crying now. “I wish I could say something to make you feel better.”

“He held a knife to my throat as he climbed on top of me, telling me how he’s going to make me a woman,” tears drop onto your hands. “The cops stormed into the house. I don’t remember much after that.”

You didn’t even recognize you grasped his hand to hold it tightly. “At the hospital one of the female officers told me that my whole family got killed that night. She tried to convince me that it wasn’t my fault. But why do I feel like it was my fault alone?”

“It wasn’t your fault. Those men did all of this.”

“I know,” you smile when he squeezes your hand. “Everyone told me to move on you know. But how can you move on after this? How?”

“Did no one ever support you? A boyfriend maybe?” he leans a little closer to whisper in your ear. 

“I never had a boyfriend. I can’t even talk to people,” Steve feels his heart jump in his chest. He assumed that you are innocent in any way, but wasn’t sure. 

“You are talking to me, Y/N.”

“It’s crazy. I can’t explain it,” you mumble. “I haven't talked to anyone this long for like ever. Since that night, I just couldn’t.”

“I feel honored, doll.”

“Captain?”

You breathe in. You breathe out.

“Yes.”

“Where do you live if I may ask?” you glance at Steve.

“I move from town to town. You know, renting an apartment while being a wanted man is not easy.”

“I got a few spare rooms,” your mind is at ease close to Steve, and you feel warm.

He’s safe.

He’s not going to hurt you.

“Do you want to stay here for a few days?”

Steve smiles softly. He nods and keeps a straight face while his heart wants to burst. 

He found his angel.

Steve only needs a little more time to make you see, you will be always safe with him, and in his arms.

He’ll take his time before he makes you his girl completely. 

After everything you’ve been through, you’ll need someone to protect and take care of you first.

Steve will win your heart and touch your soul.

He found his light and will never give it up…

This is it. The end of kinktober 2022. Happy Halloween everyone. And for those who don’t celebrate and/or care about Halloween, a nice Monday.

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#steve rogers x you #anyfandomdarkbingo #anyfandomangstbingo #nomad steve rogers #Nomad!Steve x Reader #Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader #tw: stalking #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 31 #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers

[fizzydrink698]

i noticed you like to write minho slow burn ffs.

im not complaining tho i love them.

love you fi please get some sleep!!!

minho and his prickly emotions just cannot be contained. he’s gotta go at least 7k words without showing even a shred of vulnerability, just to protect his pride. i hate it. i love it.

#hey there anon 👋 #kinktober day 31 #consort feedback

[thecandywrites]

Kinktober Day 31- After Care

More of a cute love story than really a kinky story. Between the fluffy sweetness. But if I was going to have a single one of these be on time while I play catch up with all the others. It's this one. A jagillion thanks to @starsandskies for her Kinktober prompts. This makes me only have about ten left. Hopefully I can kick them out pretty easily and quickly too. Hopefully, hopefully.

Kinkitober Day 31 - Aftercare.  

You waited anxiously outside the Emperor’s chamber. The Emperor had only taken the throne not even for a whole year now and you were among the first wave of potential concubines offered to him. And it seemed he was already eager to amass as many concubines from among his high ranking officials as possible as even the ugly but well connected were accepted. But apparently, even as lowly as you were and as unconnected as your family was, apparently you were pretty enough to be accepted anyway.

You were grateful for it though, your family's position within the Imperium was improved and solidified. You were content with your stipened. And you were most grateful to pick your own house among the thousands of palaces, estates and pavilions to choose from. And while the greatest ones were already assigned to the most important members of the Imperial Harem, the others that were not already assigned and allotted- were fought most viciously for. Everyone wanting to get the best one for themselves and eager to stake their place within the Imperial Harem Hierarchy.

But you were not one fo them.

Quite the opposite, actually.

You were grateful you could claim the farthest pavilion in the Imperial Harem Court within the Emperor’s Golden Palace Fortress. And one that looked like it was abandoned for decades. Because it had been. And you were in the process of restoring it, little by little, day by day. With what stipened you were afforded. But you were happy and content to do so, because for the first time, you were in fact mistress of your own house. And you had the power and authority to change it to suit you and your tastes.

But now that you were in the Emperor's Palace, it felt like a completely different world than the one you had started to become accustomed to- that was at the opposite end of the Golden Palace Fortress complex. With it’s golden lacquer tiled roofs, gold- just, everywhere you looked, and royal red walls contrasted with white marble floors with fine rugs laying over them to cushion the Emperor's steps.

And while your pavilion in of itself was practically a palace compared to your own childhood home. And while it was in disrepair since the once prized consort lived there previously, she had done something to turn the place into her own Cold Palace. Many did not want any bad luck that surely lurked in the abandoned place and any misfortune that would follow any new concubine who took up it’s residence. 

But you paid such notions and superstitions no mind.

To you- you could see how impressive and grand it must have been in it’s prime. And you were happy to devote yourself to it’s restoration and many did not notice your absence since you were out of sight and clearly out of mind for most in the harem as a whole. Which you found you appreciated more than anything else. Because you were content to live quietly and peacefully within the walls of the pavilion. In your own little corner happy and content to have a place of your own making. Even if it didn't appeal to anyone else. It would be yours. And you were content to simply live in mostly anonymity. It was not uncommon for low ranking concubines- unless they were extraordinary in both gifts, talents and beauty to live out their lives without ever being called to serve the Emperor. And you actually hoped to be one of them.

However, such a pattern of behavior of restoring your pavilion had not hidden you nearly as long as you had hoped. Because only that morning you were informed that you were chosen to serve the Emperor in bed that evening and you were pulled from your pavilion to the House of Preparations- to begin the preparations for your duties. 

You wore the traditional attire that the Imperial House of Clothing granted and made for you. It was a rich and vibrant purple, with bright gold embroidery. It was the finest garment you had ever worn. 

You had spent all day in “preparations”, much to the chagrin of those preparing you. Because you had developed calluses on your hands from helping pull weeds and pull down vines and actually working alongside your staff to restore your pavilion. And you felt they practically scrubbed you down to the bone trying to soften your hands and feet while also complaining about how dark your skin had gotten from being out in the sun and working. Many of them griped that surely you were not the Lady of the Pavilion, but surely one of many maids who did hard labor within the palace instead- from the state of your body. And while you did your best to ignore their criticisms, you did fear how the Emperor would react, knowing that one of his concubines, who by tradition and rules of decorum usually were not permitted any work to keep their hands and feet soft, their bodies supple and their complexions fair and sparkling like a fine pearl. 

So here you waited and you couldn’t be more petrified. Because the Emperor, when he had been a Duke- already had a harem of his own from his original Imperial Hier’s palace outside of the Golden Palace but still within the Golden City. And all of them were eager to reinforce their superiority over you and the other newly selected concubines. And in only mere months, you had already seen more plots of intrigue unfold to far too man's downfall and fall from favor and grace than you had ever wanted to see in a lifetime. And you did not wish to be the next target. 

But alas, the Emperor had seen you from a distance, in most likely either the gardens or the greenhouse which were the only places you frequented outside your own pavilion. 

And it seems your time had come to see if you could either find favor in his eyes, only to contend with the others, or simply serve him once, have him quickly forget all about you for the rest of your life. And you were hoping for the latter. But at the same time, you were fearing he would send you to the Cold Palace because you had worked alongside your own servants in your pavilion. 

You were then called to enter the chamber and went through the rituals of announcing yourself as ready and willing to serve him. Before he called you over. You dared not bring your eyes off the golden yellow carpets over the white marble floors under your feet. 

You forced yourself not to flinch as he reached out to touch your hair or stroke down your arm before undressing you and you felt you flushed from your ears to your toes when he seemed to drink your body in with his eyes before he took your head and led the way to the bed. Then he pulled you to lay down and you obeyed and did so. But you could not help but close your eyes and bite your tongue to keep yourself from crying because of how fearful you were of what would happen after the next few moments.

Then you felt the covers being pulled up to your neck to cover over yourself which only caused you to open your eyes but blink down to see that you were indeed covered but you could still see the Emperor’s form beside you and you dare not look at him, so instead you focused on the beautiful embroidery of the canopy over the bed. 

“Why do you not look at me?” He asked. 

“I am the humble daughter of one of your lesser Magistrates. You are the son of Heaven. I am not worthy to look at your magnificence.” You answered honsetly.

“You were chosen to serve me, I wish to see the soul that inhabits the beautiful form before me. Of course you are worthy of looking at me. Who would ever make you think you were not worthy?” He asked before you finally looked over at him as he simply laid beside you under the covers with you but his body did not touch yours as he considered you curiously.

“Your Majesty. Please forgive me if I have caused offense. If you have deemed me worthy of your company, then I can not deny such a great honor. However, I am a humble woman of humble means and background. I am still in never ending awe of the greatness and the supreme perfection of your Golden Palace in your Golden City. However, you have an entire harem of outstanding beauties, who each one surpasses my own by at least ten if not a hundred fold. All of whom are more cleaver in mind, have more wit in tongue, charm in personality and talent than I could ever hope to possess. Who am I compared to them? Who am I compared to the son of Heaven that you are? I am simply humbled to be counted worthy enough to be in the imperial harem.” You tried to flatter but your nervous nature couldn't be helped but conveyed in the waivering of your voice.

“You were one of over 100 chosen to come into the harem. Many fought over the best palaces that were not already allotted to my other wives while I was a Duke. Yet you, never did. Instead, you took the least grand of the paviollions in the farthest corners, one that served as my late father’s consort that he confined to her palace as her own Cold Palace. You have used every talent of stipend to simply buy seeds and small plants from the Imperial greenhouse. And the reports say you trim the overgrown branches, plant flowers and sweep and clean right alongside your maids and eunics trying to restore your pavilion but never ask for anything more than what is allotted to you otherwise. And besides the Imperial favors that have been given to you upon first arriving, you have asked for no more. And since your arrival you have turned what was once a fearsome and abandoned wild and overgrown place into the beginnings of a garden that will surely equal my own official one once everything you have planted matures and starts to bloom. You plant fruits and flowers alike, so that at any and all times of year, there is always something to bloom there and something to be eaten and enjoyed from early spring to late autumn. Why?” He asked as your eyes got wide since he obviously knew much more about you than you realized he would care to know. 

“It is quiet and peaceful there. And I was happy to bring the beauty and luster back to such a magnificent place. And while it is considered a pavilion, I am happy and content with it. Even if it had been purposefully neglected in the past. You are the new Emperor. And all the previous palaces, estates and pavilions were purified from any ill spirit or unhappiness that the previous Lady living there would have left behind. You have just been appointed as Emperor, the last thing you should trouble your mind with is attending to what your father purposefully neglected, simply because he was punishing the previous occupant. And while many of the palaces have been refurbished to your favorite’s tastes, I felt I should start from the ground up and bring my pavilion back into the glory that should be befitting for your reign in our great dynasty. And it has been my pleasure to do. Which, is why my skin is as dark as it is, and why my hands and feet are callused." You excused.

"And while I understand that I break the rules and traditions that no concubine should do any manual work or labor. But I could not sit idly by while my servants toil alone. My servants are excellent, for both doing their duty of serving me and caring for the pavilion I have chosen. And I do not wish to burden them any more than they need to be. I do not need rich gowns of silk and many ornaments for my hair or jewels for my person. I do not need to attend the operas and other festivities and banquets while my servants still work from sunrise till sunset every day to do so much more than most have been asked to do. The work I have given myself is fulfilling, and I find delight in it and am proud to see my positive affects of my efforts in the pavilion. I am content with what I have and where I am. But my work is far from complete. But after tonight, I shall double my efforts, so that you may go into any and every corner of your Golden Palace and find delight in both the beauties who reside from within and the beauty of the palaces, estates and pavilions as well.” You explained as he seemed to grin fondly at you. 

“Then, it’s settled, when you have completed your work on your pavilion to your liking. Then I shall come and you can serve me again from your own pavilion and it should be renamed the Palace of Peace, for it seems it is that- that you wish for the most for both yourself and all those who may find refuge there once it is restored.” He decided before he leaned over you to kiss you with surprising gentleness and tenderness which seemed to chase away your fears and apprehension as you soon relaxed next to him.  

And while you feared what intrigues should follow you, you were actually happy and delighted that he actually took note of you and had been keeping an eye on your progress at your pavilion and was not angry or upset that you broke the rules but instead was proud and encouraged you. You found you could not hold yourself from giving your Emperor the same affections and tenderness that he gave you and when he mounted you, you found you could not stop smiling up at him as he was gentle at first but once you adjusted to him and got comfortable and let the aphrodisiac incense finally lull you into a lustful haze and when your Emperor finally beckoned your pleasured release from you, you were overwhelmed with pleasure before he seemed to finally spill his royal seed into you and from there, you were surprised yet happy when he invited to sleep under his arm at his side as your head rested over his shoulder while his arms wrapped around you lovingly as you did the same in return. 

You awoke the scent of food being brought in before you were clothed in the same clothing to dine with the Emperor for breakfast, which was a great honor, usually reserved for the Empress and the Royal and Imperial Consorts.  

“So what else did you have planned for your palace? How can I help you make it into your personal paradise?” He asked you over breakfast and you were tempted to pinch yourself because surely, this was too good to be true. 

“Well, if it would please you, Your Majesty. I was actually thinking of planting…” You began as you were happy to talk about what plants you would like to plant and where and why you wanted to plant them there as you gestured to a square napkin spread over the table to illustrate the layout of the pavilion and it’s grounds. 

And how, if at all possible, that since there was once a majestic moat around the central palace that once housed a school of koi to swim around the place and their winding little river through the property and while the fish were long gone and the water since drained, you had scrubbed the remaining algae off. And if you set the bottom with good sand and a special blend of substrate, how you could have water lilies there and with a simple pump, you could keep the water in circulation as if it were a real river through the palace.

And how if certain trees were planted along the “banks” and if you kept simple paths to access to the areas, it would be easier to plant ground cover, that would be softer than grass, but more hardy than most cacti but could be held at bay by simply trimming it from growing on the paths that would be regularly maintained to keep it as garden like as possible, with minimal staff to keep it maintained.

And without taxing the Palace’s water supplies. But that if you planted the right kind of water plants and had the right kind of fish, the water would be crystal clear and you could put rocks from river beds in beautiful patterns to be seen and appreciated through the water’s surface. And would create a cooling effect in the summer. and in the winter, actually keep the area inside the pavilion's walls warmer, which would cut down on the need for wood and coals to heat the palace in the winter as well. While allowing the Emperor to enjoy the naturally comfortable weather conditions in the spring and autumn.

And while a part of you felt so foolish to ramble on about such things to the Emperor- who surely had more pressing matters of state to attend to. He was perfectly happy and content to simply let you talk on- about things you were very clearly interested and knowledgeable about and animated and delighted to talk about as he found you perfectly enchanting once you revealed your true nature and thinking to him. 

But when those matters of state were brought to his attention, you finally forced your mouth to close and to cease from speaking to keep him from his own royal duties in turn. 

“Thank you for listening and for the honor and privilege of your magnanimous presence.” You thanked him as you were urged to take your leave. 

“Thank you for honoring me with your true self and nature. Please, you may have whatever you wish from the Imperial Greenhouse and do not worry about sticking to your stipend or any kind of budget. You have grand designs and dreams for your Palace of Peace, and I only wish for you to see the fruitages of your hard work and to see them fully realized.” He offered as you bowed down on your knees than thanked him from the bottom of your heart before you were led back into the dressing room and were happy when there were clothes there that were discrete in their luxury but instead had the patterns of the very flowers and other plants you were most fond of weaved into the fabric. 

You returned to your pavilion to see that the name of the pavilion over the gate was already being taken down while your pavilion was now flooded with gifts from the Emperor, even more bolts of fabrics with the patterns of your favorite flowers and plants woven and embroidered into the fabric. But also sets of working clothes and this time, many sets of gloves and special shoes to wear so that your hands would not regrow their calluses so much and you were barely dressed before attendants came from the Imperial Greenhouse with carts and carts and carts of shrubs and trees and teams of workers, eager to do your bidding while the Royal Gardeners and the Imperial Architect were brought in to actually take your vision and turn it into plans to make into a reality as they too agreed that your design was ingenius and surprisingly thoughtful.

And within only the next month, everything was perfectly set to bring water into the little “river” that would wind around the palace as soon as it was pumped full and the machine to circulate the water was turned on and it looked amazing. You were eager to plant the water plants and unleash the koi and the other marine life into the waters so that the water would stay crystal clear but still sprout forth life.

And also within that month, the pavilion had also been improved and redecorated to your tastes and not only restored to its former glory but now it surpassed it and many of the other concubines were eager to see it but you excused that work was still being done and that the Emperor was already promised to be the first to see it when it was completed. 

Finally after the second month, everything was done and you felt confident to send out the official invitation to the Emperor to see it. 

You were anxious as you waited for the Emperor and his entourage to arrive. Servants had already come with a feast so that he would dine with you as well as you began looking around to make sure that nothing was out of place and that everything was perfect. 

Before finally, he arrived. And you were grateful that it was only himself and his head eunich with him. 

To see him smile at everything he looked at- filled you with pride and happiness. He walked hand in hand with you around it as he asked what each thing was as you were happy to tell him what each and every single plant, shrub and tree was. 

“You have succeeded. For I truly feel at peace and a deep sense of tranquility here, especially with the one responsible for bringing this humble pavilion into the grand glory of a palace beside me. You saw potential for beauty where others saw only a cursed place. You forewent your own personal endowment because you prized its potential more than your own person. Such a feat brings you not only the glory, but my honor, respect and admiration. You have worked hard, and you have worked with a brilliance and efficiency beyond any expectation. You have not only brought this humble pavilion back to it’s rightful glory, but you have surpassed it. And it’s name is now- very fitting. You have done so exceedingly well and I am so proud to have you both beside me now and any and every time in the future, for even your presence both in and out of your Palace of Peace, brings peace and tranquility. You busy yourself with this work to keep yourself safe above the fray. You have used what was given to you most wisely.” He genuinely praised you as you fought not to cry for such recognition. 

“Thank you Your Majesty.” You thanked him gratefully. 

“You choose subtle and discreet splendor for yourself, but for the wellbeing of all those in your household you hold in equal regard to your own wellbeing. I am told, that of all the others in the harem. When you were on a modest and humble stipend, whatever you did not spend on improving your palace, you used to pay your servants, and care for them and their families so that they could serve you with dignity, strength and diligence, without having to worry about their families outside of the Golden Palace. And because of this, not one servant of yours has ever tried to leave you, or serve another for less pay but more prominence within the pool of maids and eunuchs." He noted which had you blushing but smiling bashfully all the same.

"And because you saw fit to do so much more than most would ever bother themselves with. I am appointing you Noble Consort and I am granting you the honorific name of Zhen. And while you have never taken advantage of the unlimited funds I granted for your palace and its restoration, for your own personal gain. Then you have proven to me that are to be entrusted with more than you have previously been given. For you show, that you are trustworthy and dependable and above all else, honest. For the accounts of your palace have been found in perfect accuracy and harmony." He added which you were happy and relieved to hear, especially when you made sure that every talent was accounted for, down the smallest of amounts.

"Now that your work is complete. Please, take your well earned rest and enjoy this paradise that you have built with your own two hands. Which is much more than any other in my harem would ever do. I will see to it that you enjoy the fruits of your labor and hard work and that you set an excellent example, worthy of imitation. And if any ever dares to disturb your peace or tranquility, then they will not be allowed within your Palace walls. Even if those persons are the Empress, and any below her station. And while many Emperors in my dynasty have loved intrigue. I see that you do not wish to engage in it. So therefore I will protect you from this point forward.” He vowed before he kissed your forehead as you couldn’t help but start to let a few happy tears fall from your eyes that not only did you make yourself happy, but you made your Emperor happy. And that you would be protected and cared for more than you could have ever imagined and more content now that you didn't get what you originally wanted, but something far greater. The love, care, respect and dignity of your Emperor.

#Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Kinktober Day 31 #the only one that I have done on time #But one that I couldn't help myself by encompassing much more than what the kink prompt probably implied #Can you see how much I love Empresses in the Palace? #ruyi's royal love in the palace #And all the other ones that I can't think of to name #starsandskieskinktober #starsandskies

[rianavi]

clothes on

kinktober day 1

kinktober masterlist

spencer reid x f!reader

content; smut, dry humping, sub!spencer, needy!spencer, car sex, pet names (baby, good boy, pretty boy), hair pulling, biting

summary; spencer has been hard all day so as you guys get to your shared apartment he cant wait any longer

the car ride home was silent, nothing could be heard besides the soft sound of the radio and spencer’s hard breathing.

you leaned against the window and sighed softly at the content feeling of your boyfriends presence.

he seemed off, and you couldn’t tell why.

when the car came to a stop your eyes fluttered open, expecting to be at home. which was why you were surprised to find yourself parked on the side of a backroad you knew no one ever came to unless they were hunting.

confused you looked over to spencer with raised brows. catching him with his head on the steering wheel and legs shaking.

immediately you thought he was crying which freaked you out.

“spencer? whats wrong?” you asked, resting your hand on his shoulder.

the touch made him flinch and you heard a small whine come from him.

a frown came over your face as you removed your hand, kind of offended as he usually finds your touch as comfort.

“spencer, what happened are you okay?” he doesn’t answer, just continues breathing heavily

“baby,”

that seems to set him off, he throws his head back and groans, eyes clenched shut and adams apple visible.

you see it now, the tent in his trousers, the sweaty hands, the clenched jaw. he was horny.

“oh, baby,” you unbuckle your seatbelt to lean across the center console.

your shirt catches and the edge, pulling it down just a little so he can see straight down it.

resting your hand on his thigh he looks down at you, noticing your cleavage right away.

he has to refrain himself from whimpering out loud, instead just freezing.

he can feel himself painfully hard, knowing that if he looked he’d be completely red.

you look up at him before taking his hand, “why didn’t you say anything?”

“i didn’t want you to say no.” he stammered out, face growing red

you smile at him, “as if i could ever turn you down.”

climbing over the middle, you sit yourself on his lower thighs, reaching under the seat to move it back.

when there is enough room you sit down fully, reaching forward to grab his face.

you kiss him quickly, hungry, and rough. you can taste your own chapstick and feel his soft stubble against your palms.

your right hand leaves his face to drag down and rest it on his upper thigh, rubbing it softly. this causes him to twitch in his trousers and whimper into your mouth. “please,” he whispers breathily into your mouth.

you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip causing him to open it slightly.

quickly you place your teeth around it and start sucking, biting down softly.

he bucks his hips up and grips your hips, moaning loudly.

before you can pull out of his grip he harshly pulls you into himself, your now sitting fully on his lap, his hard on right under you.

you break the kiss, panting heavily and lips swollen.

looking up at him you see him with his eyes clenched and lips all red.

reaching across yourself you plant your hand directly on top of him. pressing down and squeezing softly.

he moans loudly head hitting the seat and back arching. you figure this is the only relief he’s had all day, which kind of makes you feel bad.

“my pretty boy, why didn’t you say anything? you’re so hard, how long has it been.”

“s-since we woke up.” he managed to get out, immediately worrying you

“baby, next time you tell me okay?”

“okay,”

“good boy,”

you start to rock against him, the friction pleasing yourself.

you sigh softly, needing him inside of you.

you reach down and begin to undue his pants, but your hand brushes against his tip and he can’t stop himself.

he grips your hips harshly rocking you quickly against his length. the friction being to much for him.

strings of moans and whimpers leave his lips as he chases his high.

noticing his pleasure you being to kiss down his jawline, making your way down his neck.

you suck softly leaving bruises everywhere you could, moaning into his skin when he rubs against your clit.

it takes a couple more minutes before he feels the tight coil in his stomach and he cant bring himself to move anymore, the pleasure being to much for him.

you notice this and begin rocking against him yourself, ignoring the way his nails sink into your skin or the way he tries to pull you to a stop.

you suckle on his skin once again, this time unbuttoning his shirt and reaching his chest.

his whines and incoherent mumbles grow louder though you can’t understand what he’s saying.

“do you want me to stop?” you ask, making sure he wants to continue

“yes! oh god! yes!” he moans loudly as his back arches.

you reach one of your hands up to his head, pulling softly and his hair.

he practically screams out of pleasure.

you scratch at his scalp pulling every once in a while. going back to biting him.

you can tell he’s close so you rub yourself on him as fast and hard as you can. biting the one spot behind his ear and pulling at his hair.

he cums in hot sticky ropes that immediately seep through his boxers and trousers, reaching your own.

the sounds of his whines and the feeling of him underneath you has you cumming right after him.

you wrap both hands around his neck, resting your head on his chest. panting heavily and legs shaking he kisses the top of your head and rests against it.

“i love you.”

#criminal minds #fanfic #smut #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #october #halloween #31 days of smut #i love smut #pure smut

[brittscafe]

Kinktober Day 27

Kinktober Day 27: Soft sex, Jugram Haschwalth x female reader.

Jugram loves to be soft and romantic with you. Especially, after he hasn't seen you in a few weeks since he's so busy being Yhwach's right hand man.

You walk inside your shared bedroom, dim with candles around the room and rose petals along the ground and bed. Your eyes widen and a smile tugs on your face.

Jugram stands in front of your bed, his warm blonde bangs tucked behind his ear, dressed in his usual uniform.

"Hi, my love," Jugram greets you with a warm, tender smile. You gaze up at his pale face and return the kind smile.

"Hi, what's all this?" you ask as he slowly stalks over to you. Your heart rams against your chest and Jugram's eyes are soft, filled with warmth.

"Well, we haven't seen each other in a few weeks. I want to have a nice night with you," Jugram explains and your heart fills up with happiness.

You love the way Jugram can be so sweet and kind. He thoughts are planned out and nice.

Jugram reaches out his bare hand and cups your cheek, thumb grazing along your skin. His touch pricks the hair up along the back of your neck and you lean into his touch.

"I've missed you dearly," you express and Jugram's lips tug into a tiny grin.

"Allow me to express how much I've missed you," his voice is husky, sending a chill down your spine. Jugram dips his head down, closing his eyes and capturing your lips.

Your body becomes warm in his touch, lips pressing together. His blonde eyelashes tickle your cheeks as the kiss grows deeper, lips meshing together.

You're the first to pull away, quietly inhaling sharply for air.

"Yhwach has been working you hard, my love. Are you sure you're up for this?" you ask softly, seeing the tiredness behind his forest green eyes.

Jugram tilts his head to the side, a faint smile along his face. He appreciates your concern for him, but he is more than just fine.

"I can assure you that I am perfectly fine, my dear," Jugram speaks softly and you nod your head. He presses his hand slightly deeper against your cheek, tilting your head up and exposing your bare neck.

His eyes fill with hunger, his mouth watering. Jugram lowers his head to your neck, peppering it with wet kisses. Your hands reach out and grab onto the long sleeves of his uniform, steadying yourself.

A soft moan leaves your lips as Jugram's lips suck and nibble on your sensitive skin. Jugram snakes an arm around your waist, hand flattening against your lower back and circling you in closer to him.

Your eyelids flutter half closed, tiny waves of pleasuring shocking your body. Jugram's long blonde hair, tickles your neck and any bare part of your upper body.

Jugram's hand falls down from your cheek, working on undoing his green belt. His golden belt buckle jiggles as he pulls the belt off his body and tosses it on the ground.

Your hands tug on his trench coat, slowly pulling it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the ground. Jugram pulls you even closer, your breasts pressing up against his now, bare chest.

"Jugram," you whisper out and he pulls away from your neck now covered in red and slightly purple marks. His eyes meet yours as you run your hands over his slim upper torso, feeling every one of his muscles.

"Let me take care of you, angel," Jugram whispers, hands gripping onto the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head. Your heart skips a beat and you nod your head.

You don't know how to control your heartbeat when Jugram is so soft with his words and calling you such sweet pet names.

Jugram's hand runs down the middle of your chest all the way down to where your pants are. You squeeze your thighs together, just the thought of his fingers being so close to your core make you wet.

His hand travels up from your lower back to where your bra is clasped in the back. You don't even notice him unclipping your bra and sliding it off your skin until the cold air hits your bare breasts.

Jugram's eyes glisten in the dim lighting, admiring you with such hunger. His cock grows hard inside of his boxers at the sight of you.

You're so beautiful and stunning.

Your eyes lock onto Jugram's hand, ever so painfully slowly taking off your pants. He tugs them down your thighs that are sticking to them and down your ankles.

Jugram captures your lips with a heated kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and easily dominating yours. Jugram's hands grip onto your hips and push you back.

You let a tiny yelp as you sink into the mattress and Jugram's weight presses down on you. Jugram presses his hands on the mattress near your head, holding himself above you.

His knee is positioned in between your thighs, dangerously inching closer and closer to your dripping core. You press your clothed core to his knee, being relieved from the pressure.

Jugram hand travels from your stomach to your underwear where he slowly pulls it down. His eyes widen at the huge wet spot on the crotch of your underwear.

"Oh, you're so wet for me, my angel. I'm sorry I've left you unattended for so long," Jugram huffs out, thumb rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.

You squirm against him and moan as if you've never felt a man's touch before. Jugram dips his head down, leaving a trail of kisses on your stomach up to your breasts.

His lips wrap around your nipple, feeling the bead grow hard inside of your mouth. His free hand runs up your side and squeezes your other breast.

"Mhm! S-shit, Jugram," you hiss out, bucking your hips forward as his thumb firmly presses down on your clit. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, your hand flattening against the nape of his neck.

Jugram releases your nipple with a wet pop, lifting his head up and his narrow eyes meeting yours.

You clench around nothing, whimpering. The way he's got you trapped underneath his hot gaze makes you even more turned on.

"Tell me what you want, my dear," Jugram urges you on, thumb rubbing over your nipple.

"I-I want you inside of me. Please," you beg him, unable how much longer you'll be able to take him pressing down on your clit. A grin tugs on Jugram's face and he pecks your lips softly.

Jugram doesn't hesitate to discard of the rest of his his clothes, his pants and boxers discarded with the rest of his clothes scattered on the ground.

You lift your head up, gazing at his hard, long cock. Jugram takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times. You bite on your bottom lip and Jugram gazes down at your pussy.

"So wet for me, angel," he whispers huskily, fingers teasing your pussy folds. You're practically dripping out of your hole at this point, your eyes screaming at Jugram to just fuck you.

He hooks one of your legs around his hip, bringing himself even closer. Your jaw drops open as Jugram slowly pushes his raging tip inside of your aching hole.

A gasp rattles your body as Jugram slowly slides his length inside of you. Jugram hand runs up your arm and his fingers interlace with yours.

He presses your hand into the mattress, groaning as he finally bottoms out inside of your pussy. Jugram hangs his head low, his nose resting against yours.

He brings his free hand up and cups your cheek, gazing deeply into your eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks and you nod your head, unable to form words from the pressure building up inside of your stomach. Jugram lightly taps your cheek and you meet his gaze.

He needs words from you or he won't continue. He has to know that you're okay.

"I'm fine, Jugram. If you stay like this any longer I might go crazy," you warn him, giggling. Jugram smiles warmly and nods his head.

Your cheeks are boiling and your toes are curling from the sweet praises being whispered into your ear as Jugram's hips meet yours.

His hold on your hand is soft yet tight. He's groaning and moaning into your neck, giving your hand a light squeeze. The sound of skin against skin filling the room, fueling something deep inside of Jugram.

His cock fits inside of you so perfectly, walls clenching around his length. The head of his cock hitting that sweet spot each time he thrusts inside of you, his hips meeting yours.

Your moans grow louder and louder, filling the room. Your grip on Jugram's neck is harsh, fingers digging into his skin. His hand is still latched onto yours, never daring to let go.

"O-oh, I'm close, Jugram," you moan out, your jaw going slack, sounds of pleasure spilling out. Jugram hips relentlessly smack into yours, his pace slow and sensual.

Each time, he leaves his cock inside of you for a moment before pulling out and pushing in again.

Jugram's eyes meet yours as you pant heavily. "I know," he mumbles out, hips meeting yours. A loud moan leaves your lips as your thighs tremble and the knots in your stomach come undone.

Your cum spills out of your stuffed hole, dripping onto the base of Jugram's cock.

"There you go, my love. You did so well," he groans out, eyelids fluttering closed. He clenches his jaw, unsure how much longer he can hold out.

Jugram doesn't cum inside of you often, he's a gentleman and prefers not to cum inside of your pretty pussy. Although, he loves to, but he would never go against your wishes and hates to make a mess.

A gleam of sweat glistens over Jugram's face as wet sounds arise from his cock sinking in and out of your pussy.

"Y/n, may I?" he pants out. You glance over at him, knowing exactly what's he asking by the desperate look on his face. He's barely holding himself together.

"Of course," you nod your head, your breasts jiggling with each sharp thrust. Jugram lowers his face to yours, lips grazing over yours. He moans loudly into your mouth, thick ropes of cum filling up your hole.

He continues to thrust sloppily inside of you, before stopping all of his movements. His muscles are aching as he's been holding himself up for a long period of time.

Your heavy breaths mix together and Jugram rests his forehead against yours. His cum mixed with yours start to drool onto the bedsheets and your thighs.

Jugram presses his lips to your forehead as he pulls back his hips, slowly sliding out of you. He hisses slightly when the air hits his soft, sensitive cock.

His blonde hair hangs down onto your face and your nose scrunches up when it tickles you. Jugram sinks down onto the mattress besides you, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow.

His eyes gleam over your body and he reaches out, his hand grabbing your face and pulling you closer. Jugram reaches for the cloth he set aside on the bed just in case.

"Are you okay, my dear?" he asks with a tender voice, running the cloth along your sticky thighs. You smile warmly and nod your head.

"I am more than okay, Jugram," you assure him and he chuckles deeply.

"I shall never leave you unattended for so long again, my love," he presses a soft kiss to your lips, intending for that to seal his promise.

Tags: : @stygianoir@noyaistall@luci-goosey-bbg

#jugram haschwalth #jugram haschwalth smut #jugram x reader #bleach jugram #bleach #bleach anime #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x female reader #bleachichigo #bleachanime #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach x reader #smut #bleach smut #31 days of bleach #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 27

[yuutasprincess]

✩·̩͙𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 2023

Primal Play- Okkotsu Yuuta

Size Difference- Fushiguro Toji

Knife Play- Ghost Face

Dubcon- Inumaki Toge

Glory Hole- Takuma Ino

Sensory Deprivation- Jeff The Killer

Body Swap- Okkotsu Yuuta

Tentacles- Okkotsu Yuuta

Temperature Play- Portgas Ace

Somnophilia- Masky and Hoodie

Overstimulation- Ticci Toby

Breeding- Toge and Yuuta

Enemies to Lovers- Okkotsu Yuuta

Clothed Sex- Okkotsu Yuuta

Dubcon- Toge and Yuuta

Cuckold- Toge and Yuuta

Incest- Okkotsu Yuuta

Corruption- Okkotsu Yuuta

Pet Play- Jeff The Killer

Phone Sex- Ghost Face

Bondage- Eyeless Jack

CNC- Sabo

Edging- Trafalgar Law

Vampire- Okkotsu Yuuta

Ghost- Okkotsu Yuuta

Angel- Okkotsu Yuuta

Mutual Masturbation- Inumaki Toge

Kidnapper- Masky

Recording- Hoodie

Aphrodisiacs- Okkotsu Yuuta

Exhibitionism- Okkotsu Yuuta

✩·̩͙No set length or description until the actual posts drop to keep this specific post short. Some of the Creepypasta’s stories have been altered and characters have been changed- I’m aware. For the creeps and proxies they're included just for fun, I'm writing them based on the characters I crushed over in Middle/High School not the altered stories.

#kinktober #ITS ON #ITS HAPPENING #if there’s any characters outside of jjk you’d like let me know!!! #I’d love to do little thirsts to include #kisses for whoever can guess what day 31 is #a little prank of mine coming back to the blog >< #jjk smut

[chrollohearttags]

last rb…yeah, I didn’t wanna say nothing or seem ungrateful but it gets hard to find the motivation to post sometimes when it seems like your work is going unnoticed :/I got 20+ google docs I’m truly wondering if I should even bother bc it’ll probably go into the void tbh. And I’ve noticed that a lot a ppl will say they don’t want to post certain things (i.e. smut) on their blog bc it’s “graphic” or doesn’t fit but then ignore angst, fluff, etc. so we don’t know what y’all want ☠️ we know it’s a song we keep singing but it’s why I can’t blame a lot of people for leaving. It’s not easy to keep churning out work + all of our daily responsibilities only for it to go unnoticed. (And it’s even worse if you tag your stuff with black reader..no I will not elaborate) but we just want to see that it’s appreciated idk.

#I’m pms’ing so I’m prolly just being emotional but yeah #it’s kinda annoying #cherry chats 🍒 #esp with kinktober coming up #that’s a lot of fics and a LOT of work with 31 days straight #support writers #seems like everybody’s so worried about aesthetics that they forget about sharing art #creatives really don’t stand a chance nowadays #we love you guys and appreciate you very much #but it is discouraging

[holylulusworld]

Carved – Kinktober 31

Summary: The demon is loose.

Pairing: Demon!Dean x fem!Reader; Sam x Girlfriend!Reader (mentioned)

Kink: Knife play

Warnings: angst, blood, knife play, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of past threesome, I’ll label this one dub-con, threats, hide and seek, mentions of drug use/abuse, scared reader, open ending

A/N: This is the first of the last two kinktober stories. Let’s get a little darker today...

Kinktober 2022

“Come here, kitty-kitty,“ you run a little faster when you hear his footsteps echo through the hallways of the bunker. You would’ve called the safest place on Earth until Dean’s eyes turned black. “I can smell you, Y/N. You, and your blood.”

You hiss as the wound on your left arm stings again. Now is not the time to worry about a little cut. You can take care of it a little later.

Much later…

After you escaped the monster you called your friend not months ago.

He’s currently freely roaming the bunker to take his anger out on you.

His friend. His brother’s girlfriend. His family.

“If you come here and act like a good girl,” Dean stops in his tracks. He dips his head and inhales deeply, “Sammy might find you still alive. A little damaged. Maybe even filled with my cock. But alive. Breathing.”

“Fuck,” you press your hand to the bleeding cut on your chest. Dean already did some damage to your body. He slid the knife over your skin to taste your blood.

The demon almost purred when he got a taste. He smirked darkly and tried to convince you that you are not in love with his brother but with him. Or rather the twisted version of your friend.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt you,” he tries to lure you in. “Maybe a little bit. Where’s the fun in fucking if it doesn’t hurt a little. You can slap my face too. Come out, baby. You know you want to feel my cock in your tight little cunt.”

You want to call his name and tell him that this is not him. You want to tell him that you can cure him and get the Dean you miss back.

“Y/N, I need you to work with me on this,” Dean laughs at his words. “We are going to have our own little heaven. You, me, and my dick, sweetheart.”

While Dean is having a blast telling you all the things he wants to do to you and your boyfriend, you try to sneak out of the bunker. It’s your only chance to escape him.

“Kitten, you know that you can’t leave the bunker, right? I made sure of it. It’s just you and me, Y/N. Don’t leave me hanging.”

“You make me believe that you don’t like me anymore, sweetheart,” you shudder at the sweet pet name. “Come out to play.”

He growls now.

You tiptoe toward the garage.

He sniffs in all directions.

You hide behind the Impala. Baby. Your haven after so many hunts.

Now it’s only a piece of metal barely helping you to hide.

You can hear his footsteps get closer again.

No way to run.

No safety.

No escaping him.

You can only pray to Castiel, and that Sam will be back soon.

Before it’s too late...

Before Dean finished what he started.

“Aw, there you are,” your heart lurches in your chest when Dean appears out of nowhere. He almost smiles as he finds you hidden behind his car. “Did you miss the good old times?”

He grabs you by your upper arms and pushes you against the wall, holding you there with one hand wrapped around your throat, thumb stroking your skin.

“Do you remember the night we got drunk and cuddled in the backseat?” his free hand moves under the flannel you stole from Sam. “Did you ever tell Sammy about the kiss?” he leans closer to kiss a single tear away. “Did you tell him that we almost fucked?”

“I-no,” you swallow thickly. Dean’s hand slips inside your panties and you look away as he lazily strokes your clit. “Sam and I weren’t a thing back then. We got drunk and…things happened.”

He purrs.

You shudder.

Dean releases your throat to get his knife out, sharp blade cutting every single button off the flannel to reveal your body to him.

“Look at you,” his eyes flash black the moment he dips two fingers inside your cunt. “You always were so beautiful and fucking sexy. Do you know,” he curls his fingers, making you whine, “how often I listen to you and Sammy fuck? It was torture.”

“D-ean,” to your shame, your cunt eagerly takes every stroke of Dean’s fingers, “please.” You breathlessly moan. “I can’t.”

“Do you remember the night we all got wasted? You know, when you and Sam invited me for a little fun,” gasping you feel the tip of the knife slide over one tit. “I never came harder than inside of you, Y/N.”

“That was…we were all out of our mind. The drugs. Another apocalypse was on the horizon. We wanted to spend the last day on Earth together. All of us.”

“As we should,” Dean plunges his fingers in and out of your pussy. “What do you say?” He presses the tip harder into your flesh, breaking the skin.

His eyes follow a single red droplet running down your breast. “I warm you up a little, and we wait for Sammy for the main course…”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

#dean winchester #Demon Dean #demon!dean #demon!dean x reader #demon!dean x you #dean winchester fanfiction #tw: knife play #tw: dubcon #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 31 #HAPPY HALLOWEEN

[fizzydrink698]

Wait in kinktobwr day 31 directly related to consort? Lile does it tale place before the next chapter?

related to consort, yes. not quite a direct chapter or like a “consort 5.5” kind of deal.

the best way to explain is probably:

that probably best clears it up? 👀👀

#hey there anon 👋 #kinktober #kinktober day 31

[suzy-queued]

Day 31: Free Day

Prompt List | AO3 gallery | @gallavichthings

Friends, that sound you hear is me sobbing because I have loved every minute of Kinktober that we spent together. Thank you for the support. Thank you for being kind on days when I felt self-conscious. Thank you for indulging chances I took.

I love all the stories and art and edits we've created as a fandom. It's going to take me all of November to catch up.

If I end this post, that means Kinktober ends, and I'm not ready for that. So here's a big sleepy hug to all of you to keep the magic going!!

#kinktober 2022 #gallavich #day 31 #ian x mickey #fan art

[jplupine]

~31 Days of Bleach Masterlist~

This is a Kinktober challenge, therefore all fics listed are rated 18+. Please be advised the content varies, so heed the warnings and tags.

Dom!Character: 🌙 | Sub!Character: 🌕 | Dynamic Switches: 🐺

Underwater ~ Tier Harribel / [Teaser] 🌙

Tentacles - Szayelaporro Granz / [Teaser] 🌙 [Art]

Public ~ Gin Ichimaru 🌙 [Art]

Strap On ~ Isane Kotetsu 🌕

Heavy Petting ~ Byakuya Kuchiki / [Teaser] 🌕

Blood Play ~ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez 🌙

Knotting ~ Sajin Komamura 🌕 [Art]

Shibari ~ Shunsui Kyoraku 🌙

Size Difference ~ Kensei Muguruma 🐺

Vibrator ~ Toshiro Hitsugaya 🌙

Primal Play ~ Kenpachi Zaraki / [Teaser] 🌙

Portal ~ Akon 🌕

Orgasm Denial ~ Shuhei Hisagi 🌕

Body Swap ~ Kisuke Urahara 🌕

Genderbend ~ Yoruichi Shihoin 🌕

Cock Warming ~ Renji Abarai 🌕

Oral ~ Muramasa 🌕

Unknown ~ Kazeshini 🐺

Clothed ~ Noba 🌕

Enemies ~ Sosuke Aizen / [Teaser] 🌙

Praise ~ Isshin Kurosaki / [Teaser] 🌙

Aerial ~ Abirama Redder 🌕

Trapped ~ Zabimaru 🌙

Transformation ~ Hyorinmaru 🌕

Corruption ~ Hichigo Shirosaki / [Teaser] 🌙

Pet Play ~ Ggio Vega 🌕

Collaring ~ Kugo Ginjo 🌕

Marking ~ Bazz B 🌙

Somnophilia ~ Coyote Starrk / [Teaser] 🐺

Feral ~ Ichigo Kurosaki / [Teaser] 🌙

Cuddling ~ Yasutora 'Chad' Sado / [Teaser] 🌕 [1]

#Here's my official order and kinks for 2023's kinktober challenge! #masterlist #31 days of bleach #bleach smut #kinktober challenge #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[optiwashere]

Sequel to Day 20 of Kinktober, Burning Hands.

The first of my fics that I'm slotting into the Kinktober series after October's finished. I want that series to have 31 works goddamn it.

In which Karlach gets what she wants, Shadowheart expresses feelings, and everyone just has a good time. My T4T Shadowheart/Karlach miniseries continues (concludes?)

Rating: E for Excited tiefling gets to use her mouth (and her tail!)

Category: F/F

Ship: trans Shadowheart/trans Karlach

Tags and Summary under the break.

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Porn with Feelings, Trans Female Character, Trans Karlach, Trans Shadowheart, Oral Sex, Trans Affirming Oral Sex, Girl Penis, Tail Sex, Masturbation, Karlach masturbates with her tail while going down on Shadowheart it is what it is, Come Sharing

Summary:

After breaking Shadowheart's smarmy Mother Superior in half with her bare hands, there's one more thing Karlach wants. The two of them just need a little alone time.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #shadowheart #karlach #shadowheart x karlach #are people using #karheart #because that's a funny as fuck ship name #my fic #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #anotheropti's kinktober 2023 #yeah so for people that may be unfamiliar with the process it's not abnormal to continue kinktober after october is over #since most people don't nail the 31/31 in the month #and there's still 4 days open... #I do have plans for them but we'll see if I can actually get to them in a reasonable time frame!