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outerrimhours · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 3

Title: Trigger Shot

Pairing - Crosshair X Female!Reader

Prompt - Armor kink

Word Count - 857

Warnings - NSFW 18+ (18+ minors DNI), dirty talk, squirting, fingering, I’m too sick to write anything good, but wanted to get content out anyway rip

Song - Pacify Her by Melanie Martinez

“Relax”, Crosshair teased, tone playful in the heat of battle, “I’ll handle this.”

You felt the edge of the rifle sit steady against your shoulder, the Sniper too close for comfort, hitting a target too far for your own eyes to see. Rocks tumbled, smoke forming as they fell on to the droids below.

“That was reckless and you know it!” You growled.

Crosshair was used to your fiery attitude, for a Jedi you had a temper; a fire he loved to stroke.

“We would have been outnumbered, I did us a favor”, He responded cooly, edging your already burning frustration.

“That village has been through enough, Crosshair, they didn’t need more destruction.”

Crosshair towered over you, and even though his helmet covered his features you knew he was staring you down, rifle propped against his hip in annoyance. You hated working with the clone, his defiance against your orders had you praying for the council to remove you. The war dragged on, leaving you feeling jaded, resentful, bitter. You worried the council would notice. Who were you to call yourself a jedi?

You expected a sarcastic remark from the clone, yet he stayed silent, turning back to walk in the opposite direction.

“Where are you going”, you questioned in disbelief.

“Are you coming or what?”

You huffed in annoyance, reluctantly following the Sniper up a ridge, and onto a cliff’s edge.

“Lay down”, he ordered.

The gesture was out of character for him, he didn’t usually care. Especially about anyone’s feelings, yet something in him made him feel almost sorry for you. War wasn’t easy on anyone, it took a toll on all of his brothers, but he hated the way you had become so irascible.

You planted your body against the dirt, pebbles pressing to your robes, the suns beating down against your skin. You expected him to hand you his scope, yet, you found the clone pressing himself against your back. His helmet next to your face, armored chest pressed to your back, one leg between your hips. Entirely too close for comfort. You found your breath caught in your throat.

Crosshair placed the rifle underneath you, enough for your eyes to meet the scope, a gloved hand guiding yours to the barrel.

“What are you doing”? You whispered, almost in disbelief.

“Easing your worries”, he responded, voice even more sultry through the modulator in his helmet.

You hated the way your heart sped up. Through the force you could feel his emotional conflict, looking through the scope to distract yourself.

The village was more than fine. They were safe and not only had he saved the both of you from being outnumbered, but he ensured the village wouldn’t reap the consequences of the droid army.

You didn’t remember how you ended up in his empty barracks that night. Stumbling over miscellaneous items as he kissed you. You tried blaming it on just needing some type of relief, but that would have made you a fool. You hated to admit admiring him. Feeling so flustered when he towered over you in his armor, looking down at you with his helmet. He was so cocky, infuriating -

Crosshair pushed you against the bed, hovering over you with an insatiable lust.

“Tell me no and this stops”, He said, searching your eyes for any hestiance.

Your only response pulling him into a deeper kiss, fingers running through soft silver hair, allowing a groan to escape through his lips.

Suddenly he was fully on his knees, your heart racing as you propped yourself up on your elbows, legs hanging off the edge.

Crosshair was impatient, still fully adorned in armor as he tugged the waistband of your pants down until they reached your ankles. You were so overwhelmed being so exposed to the soldier, face flushed at the idea of him between your legs. He gently planted kisses to your ankles, long, slender fingers running up your legs and to your panties to pull them down as well. Exposing how soaked you were, on display for him.

That fiery attitude of yours extinguished to a compliant mess as Crosshair dragged his finger through your slick folds, eliciting an almost pornographic moan from your lips. He smirked in response, knowing exactly how skilled his fingers really were.

You cried out as he inserted a finger, curving until he found the sweetest spot, causing your back to arch in his direction.

“There she is”, Crosshair teased, slowly circling your clit with his thumb, working your cunt slowly before adding in a second finger.

“Crosshair”, you whined, warm electricity running through your veins, pussy clenching and soaked around his digits.

At the sight of you falling apart on his fingers, he curved at an angle you had never felt before, rubbing your clit until you were crying out.

“Cum for me, I want you to soak my armor so I can keep you with me always”. He said.

That’s all it took for pleasure to flood your body, a white hot orgasm hitting its peak and suddenly, you found yourself squirting and soaking the sniper’s black and red armor.

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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kinktober '22 ║ ⅠⅠⅠ

pairing: matt murdock x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni, boxer au

word count: 1.5k

summary: You're tired of seeing him getting purposefully beat up every night. Matt tries to reason with you.

warnings: daddy kink, blood play, boxing au, piv, creampie, established relationship, fingering

a/n: this is essentially an au where matt instead of being a lawyer & vigilante, he decides to follow in his father's footsteps. he's still blind in this, and gets his heightened senses but reader doesn't know about it

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You hate seeing him like this. All bloody and bruised. Matt staggers through the front door, it’s late, he’s back home from the fight, blood drips from his knuckles. You notice that he attempted to clean himself before coming back. You always wonder how he manages to do all of this while not being able to see. Once you asked him. He described his sight as seeing the world on fire, you made him a large glass of hot cocoa after that, then sucked his cock dry until he forgot every ounce of pain he endured till he met you.

He loses on purpose. It’s been a while since you’ve known. You talked to him about it, he said it wouldn’t be fair if he won, you didn’t understand what he meant.

A chuckle echoes from his lips as he closes the door, placing his cane to the side.

“I can hear you frowning,”

“Of course I’m frowning,” the crease between your brows deepens. “Look at you, you’re covered in blood,”

“Yeah,” he pushes his hair back, a lopsided smile spread across his handsome face. “Sorry about that. I’ll go get cleaned up properly,”

“No.”

“No?”

You walk up to him, holding his face between your hands, you sigh.

“I’m tired of seeing you getting hurt over and over again, it’s too painful,”

Matt places his hand on top of yours, it’s warm, dwarfing your own. He slides it down to his lips and kisses the inside of your palm, you shudder at the contact.

“I have to fight, you know this,”

“I’m not against you boxing,” you say with a hitched breath, his lips trail to your wrist. “I just don’t understand why you have to get beat up. You can win, I’ve seen you train. I don’t understand how, but you’re ridiculously intuitive,”

“Genetics,”

You roll your eyes at that. Of course he’s playing this off as a joke. Of course he is. While you were internally scolding him for turning everything into a joke, his lips had somehow managed to find your throat. He gently nibbles on the skin, sending a pleasant tingle down your spine. He smiles and continues to devour your neck as you sigh and tilt your head to the side. You know this is an attempt to distract you. But you’re weak for him. And that glorious mouth of his.

Matt lays you on the floor, lips still attached to your neck as he strips you in a hurry. Your fingers toy with the hairs that curl at the nape of his neck, you gently tug on them, a small warning.

“I’m not done with this you know,” you say breathlessly. “I don’t want you getting hurt. You’re going to get killed at this rate,”

“Not if I keep losing,” he mutters into the warmth of your skin. It’s barely audible but you manage to catch it.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” he brushes his lips against yours, tongue ghosting over the seam of your lips. “Let me make you feel good,”

“Promise me we’ll talk in the morning,”

Silence follows, his hands gently squeeze your waist.

“Matt,” you warn.

“Fine, promise.”

“Thank you, now take off your shirt,”

He’s taken aback by the demand. You raise an eyebrow and pull him away from you to observe his face. He’s unreadable. Your confusion grows.

“Mister Murdock, tell me why on earth you don’t want to take off your shirt?”

When he says nothing, you curl your fingers around the hem of the shirt and attempt to pull it off. You’re half way when he hisses in pain, flinching away. He doesn’t pull the shirt away though, allowing you to peel off the constricting fabric.

Your eyes widen when you see him. His stomach is covered in bruises, and in the middle of his chest, a gaping, still bleeding, wound.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, completely in shock. “What the hell are you guys fighting with?”

“Sometimes they do play a bit dirty,” then he quickly adds. “But I’m good. I promise,”

As to prove a point, his fingers clumsily finds the wound and touches it, coating his fingers with red.

“See nothing to worry about. It’s not serious,”

In an attempt to place his hand near your head, those same fingers brush against your cheek. It’s still warm. Your breath hitches. Something primal awakens inside you, something you can’t quite explain.

“Shit, sorry about that– I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s okay,”

Pupils dilated, you bring his hand to your cheeks, his blood smearing against your skin. Your chest heaves, heat building across your body. You want to share his pain, share the wounds, feel him across every patch of skin. You want to be buried in the essence of him. You lift yourself up to kiss him, Matt is quick to take control, licking the seam of your lips for permission. You greedily allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, he sucks your tongue and nibbles on your bottom lip. Eyes rolling back, you moan into the kiss. He squeezes your jaw, prompting you to keep it open, the gesture leaves large red dots across your skin.

“You like the blood?” he asks, breathless, and sounding genuinely intrigued.

“Yeah,”

Your eyelids flutter as he slips a finger between your lips. The taste of iron coats your tongue, the beating of your heart off the charts. He smirks as if he can hear it.

“And here I thought you were daddy’s sweet little girl, apparently I gave you too much credit,”

“Matt,” you mutter around his fingers.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. You correct yourself.

“Daddy,”

“Good girl,” he grins, smearing his spit soaked fingers across your lips. “Tell me what you want, let me make it up for making you worry so much sweetheart,”

You’re already drenched when his fingers reach your aching heat. He smiles, pushing in two fingers at once. Your back arches, legs spreading wider as he begins to pump them in and out. It feels spectacular but nothing compared to his cock. After a while, you raise your hips to meet the thrust of his fingers, begs and moans slipping from your lips.

“Please daddy, please–” you pant out each word. “Need you to fuck me, need to feel you inside,”

“I love it when you call me that,” he nuzzles the underside of your jaw, laying a soft kiss. “Say it again,”

“Daddy,” you moan as he scissors his fingers.

“Daddy,” you breathe into him when he closes his lips over yours, sucking the air out of you.

You taste iron as you kiss him. He pulls out his fingers and grinds against you, still wearing his sweatpants. You gasp at the friction, it burns you from the inside out.

“Daddy’s going to fuck you nice and hard, is that alright with you baby girl?”

“Please–”

“That’s not a yes,” he answers with a cheeky smirk, you claw at his chest, annoyed.

“Yes– god dammit– yes it’s alright with me–”

Matt slides in to you with one smooth stroke. You should be embarrassed how easy it is, how wet you are for him, but in that moment you couldn’t care less. He inhales your scent, breathing out heavily while pulling out and slamming his cock in again. The air is knocked from your lungs, legs trembling around his broad frame.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So wet for me,” he grunts, thrusts becoming faster. “You always make me want to fuck you full baby,”

Your nails bite into his skin, the mild pain doesn’t faze him at all. He rocks into you, his movements precise. Each time his cock is buried deep, he grinds into you, pressuring your clit before pulling back. You’re seeing multiple stars, mouth hanging wide. His wound bleeds into your skin from the quick movements, it’s warm and wet. He bites your neck and licks the dents.

“Gonna cum,” you moan, head falling back. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum, please make me cum–”

He utters out a fuck before reaching down and starting to play with your clit, it feels as if a burning flame licked your raw. Your eyes shoot open, your lungs gasping for air as your orgasm hits you like a truck. Slick drowns his cock, cunt clenching tightly around him. He grinds his teeth together, spilling into you right after. You feel warm both inside and out. Thick ropes of cum overflowing around his cock while he stays in, buried deep.

You both breathe heavily, chests rising up and down as you try to catch your breath. Matt claims your lips as his own, it’s soft, gently in contrast to the other one’s. You wince when he pulls out and he kisses you again.

“We should take a shower,” he says, voice hoarse but makes no movement hinting that he’s about to get up.

“Can we stay here a little longer?” you hug him tight. “Then we can get cleaned up and sleep, hopefully,”

He chuckles, “Oh, I forgot it was actually pretty late. I’ll try to move my schedule up a bit,”

“I don’t mind that,” you sigh, fingers combing his hair. “Just don’t get hurt.”

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psychogaia · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 3 - Recom Walker x reader

Kinktober Day 3 - thigh riding

Walker was never one to say no to you. She loved you too much. So when you asked her if you could ride her thigh while she worked, she obviously didn't decline. Sexual encounters with her were always amazing, and this time was no different.

You were grinding on her thigh while she filled out some online documents, whimpering as you came closer and closer to your release. Your moans became louder as you-

"Ah-ah-ah, honey. You can't cum unless I say so." Walker said into your ear. "Oh, come on, babe! Please???" You begged. "Beg for it."

"Please... please, please, please let me cum.. I need it so bad..." You whined, continuing to grind slowly on her muscled thigh.

"Fine. But if you wanna cum, you'll do it over and over again." Walker replied. You felt a pair of hands on your waist, guiding you and rocking you against her own body.

You released all over her thigh, but she didn't stop, so you didn't stop. You felt overstimulated, but you didn't want to stop her because it just felt so.. good.

-3 orgasms later-

"good girl.. such a good girl for mama..." she said as she lifted you up. Your juices dripped onto the hardwood floor, arousing Walker even more than already. But you were spent. Your eyes felt heavy, and you were ready for bed.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up."

sorry yall i got lazy but MWAH hope you liked it!!! @dyingofcookies

#recom walker #recom walker smut #recombinant #deja blu #kinktober #kinktober day three

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bakugoushotwife · 7 months

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kinktober day three: mirror kink

>>> day three already woot woot! i hope you all are loving it so far, because i know i am! this is past me in the notes but it seems like these pieces are gonna get longer everyday at this rate lmfao. i picked keigs for the mirror because birb need luv

>>> starring: keigo takami (hawks) x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: brief daddy use, doggy, highly emotional tbh i'm actually sorry, teasing, praise, pet names. >>>wc: 3.5k >>> event masterlist

keigo loves planning nights like these. you’re his special person, and his favorite pastime is making sure you know it. every so often, sometime around payday, he’ll come home with bags on bags, a dopey grin covering his face as he sashays to the bedroom of your shared apartment. he just can’t wait to show you what he got you this time, exclusively keeping his high-paying pro-hero job because it allows him to spoil his girlfriend with lavish riches.

you weren’t high maintenance at all. at least, you didn’t start out that way. you were just you, a simple civilian that worked at the hospital he was brought into during the war with all for one. you were an adorable bedside nurse, sweet and careful in all the ways you tended to his wounds and listened to his nervous ramblings about his friends and students. you talked him through his anxieties, spending precious hours of your shift soothing him and keeping him company. he watched you get in trouble time and time again for messing the shift rotation up with your habit of staying by his side. it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him, to genuinely listen and to touch him with care, a worry an affection in your eyes he wasn’t sure he had seen from anyone before.

it was no surprise that he kept in touch with you once he was discharged from the hospital. and luckily, to his relief, you offered to support him through rehabilitation, helping him with his fittings for his prosthetics and keeping his spirits high when his self-worth was at its very lowest. keigo never had someone to call his, and the first time he met you, that was the last thing on his mind. but you were still there, months later, giving him the idea to try swords and katanas as replacements for his sharp wings. it wasn’t long until he was back on the battlefield using all the support items and your suggestions to make him feel like hawks again. he was still covered with burn scars, but they seemed less mangling than before. it was probably all those salves you put on him, your healing hands doing more for his heart and mind than his body at times.

so when the war was won, and it was time to say thank you for all the things you had done for him, he found himself taking you on expensive dates and paying for your hair appointments when you casually mentioned a new look you wanted to try. he caught himself picking out nail colors and shoes–at one time they were nike’s but now they were prada or jimmy choo. not that he minded, in fact, it was his insistence that you started expanding your palette to the expensive side anyhow. you were more than content to hold his heart and let him pay for your facials, but your whiny boyfriend practically begs for you to take his card and spend every dollar.

you learned early on, if you didn’t spend it yourself, he would do this, take the day away from you, raiding the mall for anything new you didn’t already have hanging in your room-sized closet. you could hear the rustling of the paper and plastic bags rubbing against each other, a knowing smile spreading across your cheeks. and sure, maybe months ago you were just a humble nurse. but keigo’s constant babying may or may not have created a small spoiled brat. you sit up on your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed to greet your loving partner, squealing when his excited eyes and crinkled up nose peek around the corner with a wide grin.

“guess what i got you.” he titters, revealing the evidence of his shopping. he holds his other arm out to accept your waiting hug, stepping close enough to the bed for you to throw your arms around him in greeting. you looked so cute in your silk pajamas, just waiting in your shared bed for him to return to you. you’ve been able to reduce the amounts of shifts you take at the hospital now that you barely have any of your own bills to pay, and that was being generous. he usually paid those too, but you refused to go jobless until you had a ring—and well, let’s just say that wouldn’t be much longer. you had a fresh maintenance day yesterday, the highlights of your hair freshly toned, your brows waxed and tinted, a new set of lashes and nails–you look too good to be true like always, like you deserve for being so good to him. you’re perfect, and he cannot wait to see how you look in the things he bought you, keigo’s special girl.

you hum playfully in thought, pressing your silken crop-top bound chest against his. he can tell you don’t have a bra on, and the thought delights him. you rarely wore anything but your slutty pajamas or the special selection of lingerie he had curated for you. one he was excited to add to tonight. you giggle and press a kiss to his stubble covered jaw, and throw out your best guess. “hmmm, shoes?”

he chuckles, tucking some loose strands of your hair back behind your ear so he could admire your saccharine smile. he hums, nodding. you were right after all, that was part of it. “mhm, good, my little dove. what else?”

you smile under the praises, trying to eye the bags as he snakes his arm around your waist, setting them on the bed for you. “jewelry?” you offer with an arched brow, watching his face for a hint. his amber eyes gleam with pride—and you knew you were right again. he nods, his calloused hand sneaks under your skimpy top and the warm touch makes you press yourself further into his leather and whiskey scented chest.

“the prettiest. i think you’ll like it, lovebird.” he grins, squeezing your hip. “do you know what else i got my pretty girl?” he coos, reaching for a big black dolce & gabbana bag, containing a pretty bowed box. he always paid them extra to wrap it like a christmas gift, watching your face light up as you pulled the ribbon free always melted his heart a little. he passes the box over to you for that exact reason, returning his arm around your back to watch you open it.

you squeal excitedly, giving his jaw another quick peck. you tug the pale bow off the box with great care, and his smile grows. inside lays a beautiful black bra and panty set, one he no doubt wants you to model for him. you gasp at the pieces, lacy and strappy, decorated with black dots against the sheer balconette style mesh. the thong was just a pathetic little triangle piece, mostly to say you had something on, if you had to guess. you beam up at him, giving him a proper kiss on the lips to signify your approval.

“thank you daddy, it’s so beautiful! you’re too good to me!” you sing, freeing the lingerie of their confines to splay it out on your bed. he chuckles and shakes his head.

“oh i could never even give you what you deserve, sweetness.” he hums, reaching for the tiffany & co bag. he holds it out for you next, letting you fish out the boxes inside. for this, he sits on the bed before you, hands tucked into the pockets of his tan coat, smirking up at his darling love. you peer at him over the pile of little teal boxes in your hand, arching your brow. he only chuckles, urging you to open it with his suggestive glare. he’s undressing you with his bedroom stare already, just waiting for you to put on all your pretty gifts so he could further appreciate you in them. you notice him shifting around, trying to hide the bulge he always gets from watching you jump around and celebrate how much he loves you. it was adorable, he couldn’t help but derive pleasure from it.

you quickly tear into these three boxes, finding a pure diamond choker, bracelet, and matching stud earrings waiting to be adorned by your perfect body. you gasp at him, shaking your head in shock. you know how expensive these had to be, and you refused to accept such a crazy gift—especially paired with other things! as spoiled as he’s made you, you still look at him in disbelief.

“what? i saw you looking at these last time. my name is hawks, after all, babygirl.” he winks, plucking the necklace from the box and turning his index in a circle to have you turn around for him in order to dangle the choker around your neck. he clasps the hook and then puts the bracelet on the wrist closest to him, leaving the earrings up to you. he turns you back to him by the shoulders, grinning valiantly–but you can see the borderline hunger lurking beneath. his siren gaze darts over to the dainty fabric still laying stiff and undisturbed on the bed. “open the last box, ‘nd then i wanna see everything altogether.”

he bites down on his bottom lip in anticipation as he passes you the final bag, a big paper bag from—you knew what these must be immediately, and it has you squealing with joy, as you knew exactly why he saved this gift for last. “keigo, you shouldn’t have, i really cannot believe you!” you shift your weight from foot to foot, pulling the slim black box out of the paper bag, pushing the lid off with haste.

he still sits next to you, his hands sprawled out behind him so he could lean back now, bionic wings still attached from the day. he would only remove them before sleeping, still incredibly insecure and lost without his real ones. he admired your giddiness, this emotion flowing from you was exactly the reason he would do whatever it takes to keep gifts like these flowing. you dangle the pricey so kate style red bottoms at him, jumping with glee. you nearly tackle him backward with the force of your arms around his neck, screaming your thanks in his ear. he only chuckles and wraps his arms around you in response, lightly slapping your ass to make you yelp.

“now go and put everything on—been waiting to see you in it all day.” he pouts, jutting his chin towards your walk in closet. in all fairness, it was a second bedroom keigo had converted to a walk in for you. it was decorated with several mirrors along one wall, allowing you to get all the best angles of your outfits and accessories that your boyfriend no doubt provided. you snatched the newest goodies up and scampered off to get changed, feeling the warmth building in your chest and stomach just from the way he looks at you. you knew he had struggled with his own appearance since you met him, and you hated that. sometimes you wish you could spoil him the same way he does you, but he always swears your affection makes him feel like he’s still soaring on top of the world.

you complete the jewelry trio by putting in the stunning studs he got, simple but huge cut diamonds perfectly accenting your features. then you tug on your new set and slip into your shoes, admiring your own reflection in the ballet studio-esque mirroring. maybe he admired you so much because he no longer could look at himself with the same fondness that you gaze at yourself—or him— with. you were stunning, that was indisputable, but it made you sad that your once notoriously cocky boyfriend now shrunk away from the sight of his own appearance. a physical lightbulb may as well have popped up over your head. “mm, daddy? wanna come help me with the buckle?”

he should have known it was a set up. you’ve put on much more involved outfits before without his assistance. when he strolls in, ready to lend a helping hand, you’re already on the floor on your hands and knees—and the lingerie he picked looks heavenly. he can see why the louboutins were so sought after, elongating your sexy legs and exposing the signature red bottoms to him from this angle. you wiggle your perky ass, and he salivates, the semi he’s been fighting turning into a full on boner. you’re looking back over your shoulder at him with that devilish smirk on your face, and it’s then he realizes you’ve tricked him into fucking you in front of your mirror wall. and to his surprise, his cock jumps in his pants as he meets your eyes through one of the panes. you’re unimaginably gorgeous, dripping in diamonds that sparkle in the soft lighting. he can see straight down that bra, and before he can doubt himself, he’s yanking his hard cock free from his sweats and tugging on it roughly. his breathing is heavy already, the worry starting to creep in. at times it was hard to be intimate with you, not because he didn’t absolutely crave you in almost a sinister sense, but because of his own insecurities. he knows you were familiar with him before, though you only met him after the damage was done. yet still, he can’t help but worry the scars covering his face and body will gross you out one day.

“c’mere daddy…wanna look at you like this, make you see how pretty you are.” you wiggle your ass for him again, the globes taunting him into compliance. when he lowers himself to his knees he can tell how needy you are. it must turn you on a bit to think about him taking you like this, though he can’t deny his own curiosity at the idea. his hands smooth down the curve of your back, all the way to the nape of your neck and back down to grasp your wide hips to steady himself. he licks his lips as you wiggle in his grip, making a mewl of anticipation. “please, look…i think you’re so pretty…i like the marks, makes you look all handsome and tough,” you whine so sweetly it makes his cock throb. “‘nd i need you so bad, the you i see in the mirror right now, is the sexiest man alive.”

he chortles and rolls his eyes, feeling the warmth of blush sting his cheeks. he peels his shirt off, discarding it somewhere in the vicinity. “yeah, yeah, hush.” he beckons, spreading your cheeks with the help of you scooting your knees further for him. it did boost his ego to hear you talk so fondly of him. you didn’t miss the old pro-hero you looked up to—you love him as is. he knows it, he’s sure of it, it’s why he spoils you relentlessly, but hearing you say it did things to him.

“nuh-uh, i wan’ you to see…breaks my heart to hear you complainin’ ‘bout how you look…’cause you’re perfect.” you pout, wiggling back on his shaft. he helps guide himself inside, sheathing to the hilt. you do spoil him, you just didn’t realize it. the way you love him was all he needed, with the sweet words spilling out of your mouth and the choking grip your cunt has around him—the view of your face melting in the mirror felt like special treat.

you moan out your delight, throwing your ass back against him to get him to start moving, the view of your pouty face while in doggy kept him paralyzed and utterly drunk, too busy admiring all of his gifts against your skin and the warmth of being inside you to remember to do anything about it. he chuckles breathily when he feels your recoil, giving you an affectionate slap to the bum. he starts to move in tandem to your little bounces, his eyes fluttering shut at the way you squeeze and release his curved cock. it feels so good, you can identify the veins and ridges as they drag through your walls. you don’t close your eyes though, no, your eyes are locked on his form in the mirror. he’s unreal, the slow pace at which he fucks you just driving you crazy. he’s a god, golden and chiseled, his smile enough to give you life on your darkest days. you wanted him to admit it.

you crawl forward a little, out of his reach, off his cock. he frowns at you in the mirror. “come back.” he pouts, making grabby hands for you.

you giggle, shaking your head. “not ‘til you smile at yourself and say ‘i’m the prettiest pro hero with the prettiest princess in the whole world.’” you say, sticking your tongue out at him in the mirror, admiring his naked form behind you. he huffs, letting his gaze drift between your face in the mirror and your ass in front of his face. he crosses his arms over his burned chest, arching a brow at you.

“you know, i could say you’re being ungrateful.” he whines, not able to fully challenge you. you wiggle your ass at him again and arch your challenging brow back at him. for the second time, he huffs. but he realizes that there’s no use fighting you. he learned that lesson when you were his nurse. he would give in, or else. he lets his gaze drift back to your round ass and dripping pussy just waiting for him to come back to you, and he sighs. he loves starting slow just to tease you, but it seems like you have your own master plan in mind. keigo’s eyes drift back to the mirror, where he sees your eagerly awaiting face. you look over his face and body with all the adoration and affection in the world, and he feels that with your confidence, he can believe in himself and give you some peace of mind. he meets his own eyes in the mirror and nods. he certainly has come a long way, and he may never return to his former glory, but if this is the man you love—that’s enough. more than enough. he can be happy to be that man, your man. he smiles at you, then at himself. “i’m the prettiest pro-hero.” he nods with a broad smile as his gaze falls back down to you. “and i have the prettiest princess in the whole world.” he concludes, to which you coo and applaud him. he walks forward on his knees, greedily tugging you back on him, plunging his length back deep with a relieved moan.

he doesn’t waste any time by teasing, either, holding the creases of your hips like they were his own personal handlebars, he slams into your heat, the grip of your cunt so choking he can’t control the loud groans he lets loose. you have to actively focus on holding yourself up, entranced with the sight of his pussy-drunk face, high on pleasure. his cock angles so perfectly in this position, abusing your cervix just the way he likes. it has your limbs shaking as you struggle to keep absorbing the force of his hip and your moans bordering on screams. he just loves you so much, he has to spoil the woman who’s given him everything. he knows you love him like this, that’s why you crawled into that position in the first place.

“that’s my girl, taking it so good for me.” he nods his approval, his arm dipping to support your hips. thanks to the mirror, he can see the tears drop from the corner of your eyes, the wavering of your arms as you struggle to hold yourself up. you nod to his praise, squealing extra loud, you love being his girl. his hand dips to rub a messy pace against your clit, groaning at how you jerk and arch in response. “fuck, i can see everything like this, little dove. you look so pretty…all the diamonds suit my jewel just right.” he pants between punishing strokes, even though he’s giving you the reward of a lifetime.

you nod, forcing your eyes open to watch him rut into you, mouth open in a silent scream while his jaw drops in awe. you’re absolutely perfect. you fold over, falling completely against his arm, clenching down on him so hard it nearly hurt him. you whimper, “gon’ cum daddy, you’re s’good…”

he nods egging you on as he presses into your nerves harder, giggling as your legs shake and give out completely. it sends him over the edge, his eyes glued to your face in the mirror as he shoves his seed deep, continuously fucking it deeper with his hard strokes, only letting up when he was sure you couldn’t take another pump. he smiles at your fucked out appearance, hair knotted and sprawled out, the lingerie shifted just enough to let him enjoy all of you, your tearstained cheeks—and thighs. he leans over to kiss your shoulderblade, staying there to catch your breath. for a minute, all there is to be heard is panting, but soon keigo chuckles again, and scoops you out of the floor.

“now it’s time for the real princess treatment, lovebird.” he hums, taking you towards the bathroom for a fresh bubble bath of your choosing.

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imagine primal dom wolf!eijiro digging those pretty shark teeth into your flesh as he growls and groans. it’s more of a constant rumbling in his chest as his fat cock slams into your cunt over and over. he’d be railing your cervix hard enough to make you pass out if he didn’t have the angle just right, but fuck, he does, and your head is swirling. the sound of his cock in you is so loud and wet and messy that it would be embarrassing if your moans weren’t louder. you can feel eijiro’s drool running over your neck and shoulder. his teeth dig in a little harder the closer he gets. you’ve got one hand wrapped around his shoulder and the other tangled in his hair. soon, you’re cumming so hard you can feel it in the soles of your feet as they tingle with each overwhelming thrust. the cry you let out, the way your cunt tightens like a vice has eijiro working even harder to fuck you through it until he groans and your bliss is amplified when he finally spills his warm cum into you.

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DAY TWENTY-THREE: Dom/Sub w/ Sam Winchester

a/n: HOLY FUCK, HEY Y'ALL!! Listen, I know what I said but it is what it is!! I have all of kinktober completed, so now, all I have to do is upload them which I already know it'll be a dumpster fire within itself.

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The eyebrow raise was a warning, one that you should have heeded. You do admit that you were giving Sam a bit of attitude, but c'mon, this was the third time that the Winchester brothers wanted you to stay home while they went out and hunted. It wasn't like you couldn't take care of yourself, you had been well out there in the field before you had ever ended up entangled with the two of them.

He said your name. "Enough."

Your eyes narrowed, an unspoken challenge between the two of you charging the energy in the air. "No." You said petulantly and crossed your arms.

"No?" He asked incredulously. You gulped nervously but stood your ground. "Yeah, no. I'm coming with you guys and that's that." He stared at you for a moment before walking over to your shared bed, and he sat on the edge of it.

"C'mere." He commanded. Your nerves shook as you walked over to him, your legs turning to jelly when you stood in between his spread legs.

"You know why I told you, you couldn't come with us?" He asked with a scarily calm voice. You nodded hesitantly, "Yes."

"So I don't know why you're talking back to me. We should fix that, don't you think?" You nodded once more. "You already know what to do, baby."

Humility boiled in your gut as you lowered yourself to your knees at his feet. Glaring at the ground, his large hand reached down to grip your chin. "I know you know better than that." He didn't sound as kind anymore, his patience slowly slipping away from him.

Your shaky hands reached for his belt, undoing it with a little difficulty.

"There you go." He cooed meanly, stroking the side of your head. You took his half-hard cock out of his jeans, stroking it leisurely to its full hardness.

Your lips slowly wrapped around his cock, suckling on the bead of precum that trickled out from tip.

"Ah— fuck!" He hissed. "Take more of me." He coaxed. You relaxed the muscles in your throat, taking him further down your esophagus. You choked lightly around him, the spams sending shocks up his spine, his hips jolting and sending himself plunging deeper down your wetness.

"Shit—" He held your head down, allowing you to choke around him helplessly. Tears brimmed in your eyes, the air in your lungs constricting pleasurably.

He finally pulled your head back where you took in desperate lungfuls of air, your nails digging into the thick meat of his hairy thighs.

"You're doing great sweetheart. So, so good." He praised, cradling your cheek. You snuggled into his warmth, staring up at him with hearts in your eyes.

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KINKTOBER day 3

pairing: vampire!kate x fem!reader

summary: are you and kate actually meant to be together? you will get the answer at ceremony, where you’ll be surrounded by many other vampires, that are not the friendliest in town.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: light slapping, smut!!!, kinda dom!kate x sub!reader, mentions of blood, some swearing, dirty talk, if anything else I’ll add it

an: i had fun writing kate, she’s so fun and i need her asap:) also i used few sayings from my language and tried to translate it, so if it doesn’t make any sense in english i sincerely apologize haha

an2: also! i was very inspired by this TikTok!

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"Baby! We´re gonna be late and your mother will kill us!" You yell, knowing damn well that the taller dark haired girl heard you.

It was a big family night for you and Kate. You were invited to family gatherings before, but today is different. Tonight you´re meeting her grand grand family members from all around the world. Most of them were against your relationship with a pure blood, but after a few stories they heard about your good impact on Kate, they realized that humans are not so bad after all.

Tonight is a big ceremony of the first humam coming to their family after almost 690 years. The only thing you have to do, to be accepted, is give a little of your blood to your mate, aka Kate. Sounds easy, right?

Well there are three scenarios that might happen. One; she will like your blood, which is the greatest option. The second situation could result in death in front of numerous vampires, and the third and worst possible outcome is that you have cursed blood. It basically means that you two aren't meant to be together, Kate explained to you weeks ago. So after hours, days of googling what blood type is the best for vampires, you actually gave up. Google didn´t give you the answer, shockingly. You just wished you would be Kate´s ideal.

"She can´t kill me, I´m immortal. Remember princess?" At the speed of a light a pair of hands wraps around you. Kate kisses your cheek, hoping it would ease your nerves.

"Oh, I completly forgot! My bad." Rolling your eyes at her wasn´t your brightest idea as a harsh slap on your ass was sent right away. "Ouch!" you yelp.

"Don´t." She spins you around so you two were facing eachtoher. Her cold hands found a way under your dress. Her blue eyes scanned your whole body, holding a little longer on your clevage that your new dress showed.

"Like what you see?" You tease her, already kwowing the answer.

"We don´t have to go there, princess. We can stay right here and-" Kate´s eyes were still on your breasts, until you cut you her off, then she met your eyes.

"Youre forgetting that I´m not immortal, Katie. And I would really appraciate not to fight any vampires today, especially not your mother." You smile at her. "Besides we can have fun later. After all the ceremony and blood testing thing, if everything will be okay and-" you ramble, but this time it´s Kate who jumps right in.

"It´s gonna be okay. I love you and you´re exactly my type." She winks at you, but your nerves are still all around the place. Her hands slips lower, gently touching the insides of your thighs.

"This distraction teqnique would work if our relatioship wouldn´t be on the line, Katie. So leave it for later, okay?" You smiled at her, wishing you could stay here and just enjoy eachother, just as much as she did.

"Fineee" Kate let out a big whine, like a kid when you take them their favorite toy. Which was exctly what´s happenening.

"The sooner we go, the sooner we will be back." You mumble.

"I like this mindset." She chuckled and then both of you went hand in hand outside, where your car with a driver was already waiting.

The car ride was comfotably silent, Kate was holding your hand the whole time, which helped you a little. After 20 minutes you´ve arrived, but you stayed in the car for another 5 minutes. Kate knew you were nervous, she could feel your nerves dancing all around your body, but mostly in your mind. She didn´t said anything, she just gave you a soft smile that made you fall for her the second you saw her. Slowly kissed your lips and then she opened the door for you. You will never get used to her super fast movements.

As always the Bishops made a big event look even bigger. Everything was so expenssive, even the dust looked like it was personaly made for Kate´s mom, Eleanor Bishop, for tonights occasion. As you get closer to the entrance you feel the nerves working again, making your stomach twirl, your hands starts to get shaky. As you approach the entrance, you're greeted by towering iron gate adorned with dark and sinister ornaments. These gates open slowly, revealing a long path leading deeper into the heart of the ceremony.

"Maybe we should get back, you know-" You quickly whisper in Kate´s ear.

"Easy, princess. You´re doing really good. Just hold my hand and I promise, everything will be okay." Kate looks at you with her cute little face. You sigh.

I´m okay, Kate says I´m doing good, so I´m doing good.

As you proceed, you notice the decorations adorning the area. Enormous candles everywhere. The flames seem to dance with a life of their own, casting flickering shadows that play tricks on your senses. It looks so magical, yet terryfying at the same time. The walls are lined with rich, dark wood paneling and huge ornate mirrors. Each table has gold cutlery and is decorated with blood-red and black roses.

Vampires don´t eat, why do they have so many tables set?

Your girlfriend see you look around with confused look on your face, she whispers. "My mom wanted it to look luxorious."

"So she spent a lot of money on... cuttlery and plates?" You chuckle a little.

"Basically, yeah." Kate shrughs and smiles with you.

"I can afford it, it would be a very sad life if after all these years I would be poor, don´t you think, (Y/N)?" As soon as you hear the voice you stop in your tracks, you don´t even dare to turn around, turn around and face Kate´s mother.

"I- I didn´t mean it as a bad thing, Mrs. Bishop." You turn around and notice that she is wearing a striking red dress that cascades to the ground, it´s fabric flowing like liquid silk, decorated with golden stripes.

"I know." Eleanor chuckles. "And to answer your question, it looks better rather than empty hall with just vampires." She looks at you and then Kate. "You two better get ready, you know how Daniella is." With that she leaves.

You turn to Kate and she´s already openning her mouth like she´s reading your mind. "My grandmother. She hates these gatherings. And I don´t blame her, she´s..." Kate stops in her words as she tries to figure out how old is her grandmother, but she just giggles, "... old."

You share a laugh with her as you two go into the backyard, where the ceremony will start.

As you walk through the lavish hallways right outside, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The stern-faced vampires seem to follow your every move with their eyes. You can hear hushed whispers and the occasional sinister chuckle from hidden corners, making your skin crawl. When you enter the garden, your breath catches in your throat. A group of elegant vampire stands in a circle. Their conversation falls silent as they turn their attention to you, their gaze piercing through your very alive soul. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights, your nervousness intensifying with every passing second.

"Just go sit over there, I´ll come in a second." Kate nods towards the over dacorated throne with big gold crystals all around, as she lets go of your hand. You try to look confident, you try to look as you got this whole situation under control, but you´re still in a room full of vampires.

One of the vampires, a particularly tall vampire with a charming look approaches you. He extends a hand and invites you to sit on the throne. You accept, trying to hide your trembling hands as you sit down. After a few second you stop shifting in your seat as you feel finally seated, as you look up, you see all the vampires looking at you. Of course none of them is blinking so the whole situations is just more terryfing.

In the the crowd of vampires you try to find your partner, Kate. But no matter where you look, you can´t see her, your thoughts start to wonder, once more.

Oh my god.

Eleanor´s voice brought you out of your chaotic thoughts as she´s now standing next to you.

Super speed, of course.

Eleanor starts to speak with a velvet tone that sends shivers down your spine. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. The time of bonding two souls has come once again. After almost 690 years, we´re here to reaffirm our eternal bond, to celebrate our power, and to welcome a new member into our family. Tonight, in the power of moonlight, we have a rare guest among us - a human, who has willingly chosen to share in our world. A human, who´s heart is strong enough to beat for two. Let this gathering be a testament to the strength of our coven and the allure of our kind. We welcome you all, and we extend our gratitude to our honored guest. Let the ceremony begins." Eleanor takes few steps away.

Oh god. Now it´s my last second here on this planet. I didn´t write my will! Shit.

As you sit on the throne, a mix of fear and anticipation washes over you, for you have entered a world unlike any other, and tonight, you will be forever changed. The whole garden is incredibly silent, which makes your beating heart even louder.

Two vampire figures step forward, Eleanor fixes your hair and give you a warm smile, as warm as the vampires can do that. The other vampire, you could tell miles away, Kate. Your eyes meet and you both immidietly smile and suddenly, you feel safe. You feel like no matter what´s gonna happen, she is there to protect you. Always.

Eleanor speaks again. "Is everything prepared, my dear?"

"Yes, everything is ready." Kate nods with a small smile.

Your breath quivers as you feel their gaze upon you, you could cut the tension in the air. You don´t dare to look away from Kate, as you know that the rest of the vampires are watching you, like a prey. Even though that´s off the table for a long time now.

"Are you prepared for this, (Y/F/N)? Once this ceremony begins, there is no turning back." The tall vampire that helped you sit down now speaks.

You nod, your voice a shaky whisper: "Yes, I'm ready."

Kate steps closer, her eyes locking onto your neck with a hunger that sends shivers down your spine. Of course she kissed your neck before, so this wasn´t something new, but this time both of you felt that there is something in the air. You noticed her eyes, they were darker, almost like she never had a blue eyes, now they were completly black. She leans in, her lips barely grazing your skin, her voice a sultry mumble.

"Don't be afraid, princess. Let´s pretend it´s just me and you." She takes your hand in hers.

As her fangs descend, your heart races, and you close your eyes, preparing for the worst outcome. But Kate's sharp fangs pierce your tender flesh, a pain overpower your senses. It's an weird sensation, like a burning brand pressed against your skin, and your muscles tense in response. The world seems to blur, and a wave of dizziness washes over you as Kate's bite deepens.

It hurst more than you could ever imagine, but like the waves on the shore it quickly washes away. The pain begins to transform. It morphs into something else entirely, an intense, electrifying sensation that surges through your entire body. You let out a big exhale as you can feel Kate´s touch everywhere, it´s indescribable feeling that is running thorugh your whole body.

Kate has a moment of ecstasy. As your blood rushes into her mouth, it´s adicting in a sense. The taste is inexpressible as well, an intoxicating blend of sweetness and saltiness, and it fills her with an sense of power and pleasure. Every drop that she draws makes her feel more alive than she ever has, and it's as if the very essence of your being is nourishing her soul.

In this shared moment, you and Kate are connected in a way that most of her family didn´t belive. The boundaries of life and death, pain and pleasure were moved once again with your relationship. It's a dance of darkness and desire, you can feel your heartbeat come back to normal as Kate pulls away.

Her eyes are even darker and yours are too. She was right, it was always just the two of you.

The other vampires watch in awe and fascination as Kate and you share this profound moment of bonding, their expressions ranging from curiosity to envy. Most of them though you two weren´t meant to be, or at least they wished it was in that way. At the end you´re still just a human to them.

One of the vampires, closed to where you and Kate were, whispers to another one "Did you see that? It's been ages since I witnessed such a powerful bond."

"Kate truly has a unique way of choosing her companions. This human must be special indeed." The tall vampires whispers back.

The vampires exchange knowing glances, recognizing the significance of this moment. The bond between you and Kate, marks as a rare moment. As they continue to observe, Kate finally pulls away fully, wiping her mouth and then licking the few drops from her fingers as she made eye contact with you.

As both of you had your senses high you two couldn´t deny the fact that you need to be alone, asap!

"Let us welcome you, (Y/N), in our family. Now officially. Let´s raise our glasses to the special bond. To the never dying love!" Eleanor smiles at you and then turns to the vampires, that were holding their own. They all cheered to you and Kate.

You step down from the throne, feeling a sense of acceptance and belonging from the vampires around you. As you begin to walk through the garden, many of them offer congratulations, their voices low and respectful, but you don´t really pay attention as your girlfriend dissapears again.

Then, you spot Kate approaching through the dimly lit garden, her eyes finding yours in an instant. She takes your hand and, with a sense of urgency, starts saying quick goodbyes to the others.

Kate leans closer. "We need some time alone, my princess." She smirks.

"You are reading my mind, Katie." You mumbled.

The other vampires don´t mind you leaving at all, which makes it easier and quicker for you and Kate slip away from the gathering. You follow her, your heart pounding with an excitement, as you make your way back to Kate's apartment, where your journey into the night truly begins.

...

As soon as you step inside her aparment her hands are on you. Her fingers slowly trace over the teeth marks she left on your neck.

"Did it hurt?" She whispers as she kisses your neck.

"Uh- a little" You moan right away.

"A little?" Kate pulls away and raise her eyebrow.

"Okayyy, it hurted a lot. A lot lot, but... after a second-" You were cut off by Kate´s words.

"It felt better than anything in this word." She smiles and you simply just nod. "Go strip on the bed, I´ll be there in a second."

And if Kate means second, it is truly just a second, but this time, she made sure that you have some time to actually take off your clothes, as she wanted tonight to be special.

As you open the door you immidietly start to take off your clothes, fistly your shoes and then your dress, which takes you just few seconds. As you walk past the mirror you notice those cute little bite marks, which sends you pulse right into your pussy. You let out a moan, which makes Kate runs into the bedroom.

"It feels that good, huh?" Kate smirks as she is still wearing her black suit, her hands are behind her back as shes holding a small black velvet box.

"Gosh, I forgot that your ego is big, I didn´t want to boost it more." You playfully roll your eyes.

Kate pushes you on the bed, her hand on your neck. "And I thought I won´t punish you tonight, since you´ve been so brave, princess. Guess you won´t get your present."

"No, wait!" You whine. "Sorry, sorry, I want my present, please." You add.

Kate smiles and kisses you slowly and passionetly, pulling away, while bitting your lip, which makes you wince. She bit little too hard and your lip starts to bleed. She wants to pull away, but being on top doesn´t help her much. You´re under her and the sight of you completly naked, with blood on your mouth is just the most pretiest sight. The kissing is harsh, fast and messy, but none of you really cares.

"I want the present, pretty please." You say between breaths and Kate smiles as she pulls an inch away from you.

"Of course you want the present, sit up for me, please." She moves away from you so you can sit up. You did as you were told and Kate gives you the pretty black box, that of course was decorated by "KB".

Your fingers tremble slightly as you gently lift the lid, revealing what lies inside. Your breath catches in your throat as you behold a stunning collar made of dark, lustrous metal. The collar is adorned with a row of purple crystals. The crystals are deep and regal, like amethysts, and they sparkle with an elegance that takes your breath away. It's a piece that symbols of your newfound connection with Kate.

"Turn around." Kate says as you´re done inspecting the collar.

You turn around. "It´s abolutely beautiful, Katie. I love it, thank you."

Kate smiles at you words, as she puts the collar on you, you flinch at the sudden cold feeling, your nipples perk up. "So responsive." She kissed your neck again. "I´m glad you like it, princess." The vampire whispers in your ear.

Her hands are all over your body as you are pushed on the bed once again. Kate sits on you, pinning you down, "Tonight is about you, my pretty princess. Just lay here and enjoy your night. Will you do that for me?" She made the puppy dog eyes. Those eyes can get out of any trouble and in every bed.

"Yes, Katie." You smile and nod, already feeling impatient you buckle up your hips, earning little slap to your tits.

"Patience." She smirks, knowing she has this effect on you.

"Not todayyy!" You whine.

Kate leans close, kissing you where she bit you earlier, which makes you moan instantly. It is exactly what Kate loves to hear. She moves you higher on the bed and scoop lower, being inches from your already so wet pussy.

"Open your pretty legs for me." You did, very quickly in fact. "Gosh, look at you, so wet already and didn´t even touch you." She makes eye contact with you and smirks. "Did my biting made you that wet? Or me collaring you? Hm?" Kate kisses your inner things as her fingers trails up and down your leg.

"Both." You quietly let out.

"Both." Kate repeats with a smile on her face. "Because you were so good today, I´ll make it easy for you. Look at me, if you stop, I´ll stop. Understood, my pretty princess?" Her fingers were now incredible close to the place you needed them in.

"Yes, understood." You look in her eyes, they were still dark and you knew she was impatient as well as you are.

Her mouth came closer, you could feel her breath, against your skin and after two soft kisses on each of your inner thighs, Kate finally gave in and still very teasingly kissed your clit.

"God-" Your eyes wanted to be closed so bad, but you knew you have to keep them opened.

As Kate smirk agaist you she start to eat you out, very slowly. But after a few of your pretty loud moans, she licks you, like there is no tomorrow. Her tongue was skilled, she knew your body more than you knew it yourself. So after every flinch, every move of your muscle, she knew you are close. So close.

Her fingers are still going up and down your legs, pinching you time to time, to avoid you closing your eyes. "Eyes on me, princess." Kate mumbles into your drenched pussy.

"They... are." You whine as you bite your already bruised lip to keep your eyes open.

Kate just chuckles, which sends immidiet pleasure right into you. Both of you know you´re close, so so so close.

But after a few second you don´t feel anything, no lips, no tongue, no touch. You had to close your eyes, it was just so good, that there was no other way and like Kate promised, she stopped. Completly.

You whine, your hips instantly moved to search for anything. You need something! You eyes open wide, Kate is still between your legs. She´s watching you, and as she did before with your blood, she now wipes her mouth, messy with your juices.

"Hmm so sweet, princess." She licks her fingers.

"Kate, please-" You whine as you move your hips again, your heartbeat matching with you pulsating pussy.

"You knew the rules-" You cut her off.

"I know, but please, it was an accident!" You move yet another inch closer to her.

After a few second of watching you, Kate decided that she will give you another chance. "Close your eyes and you´re not cumming, got it?" Kate crawls on top of you and tug you by your collar. "Got it?" She tilts her head.

"Yes." You nod kissing her as you can feel your taste on her tongue.

"Tasty, right?" You nod again, as she slowly crawls back between your legs, this time she didn´t waste any second and her tongue makes contact with you right away, she was needy too. Her touch starts to be so harsh, no more soft licks or light touches, she needs you to come.

And oh my god, you are close in just a few second of her touch. Kate smirks knowing, she won once again and her ego is going straight to the space, but she will tease you about it later.

"I-" Kate smiles and nods, knowing exactly what you need.

"Tug on your collar, princess. And I´ll say the magic words." She mumbles agaist you as her fingers now entered your hole.

"Fuck- me" You moan loudly, which was like a music to Kate´s ears.

"I am fucking you, princess." Kate smirks, you can´t be bratty now, but hell she would deserve some bratty remark, but you truly need to cum. So you just obediently listen to her and your hand grab on your collar. You did as you were told once again and tug on it harshly.

It makes Kate smile, seeing you like this. Knowing she is the only person that could touch you like this, knowing only she makes you feel this good.

But you knew the same thing too, there is no one on the planet who would ease her thirst as much as you do. No one could do such a good job as you. No one.

"Can-" You open your mouth to talk but you just moan. You don´t have to say anything at all for Kate to understand.

"Go ahead, princess. Cum for me." She mumbles agaist you as her fingers move sligtly faster and her mouth try to lick all of your juices.

Your hand grips Kate´s head as you push her more into you, moving your hips like non compos mentis. "Mine." Your hand grabs her hair as you finally release, coming on her mouth and fingers after such a long time full of stress.

Kate smiles as she licks you. "Yours, princess." After a few second of you bucking your hips up and down, your breathng is steadier and you let go of Kate´s hair.

She kisses her way back up, few kissing on your thighs, her favorite tummy and slowly giving attention to your nipples. As you´re slowly coming down from your hight, you can feel Kate kissing your neck. After a moment or two, Kate comes closer to you, finally kissing your lips.

In that moment, everything fades away, and it's just the two of you, sharing a deep connection that don´t need to be said out loud. The affection in her gaze mirrors the love you feel in your heart, knowing that your love speaks louder than any words ever could.

And you are so happy, that tonights ceremony ended the way it did, because you would rather die, than live in a world, where you can´t have her.

"I didn´t knew you were that possesive, princess." Kate whispers as her eyes scan your face.

"I´m always possiseve over you." You smile.

Kate hums as she kiss your neck again, after few moments of enjoying the feeling, you understood that she wanted to do. "Katie..." You mumble.

"Baby just one more bite, please." She responds, her voice beeing so needy and you can´t deny her.

As Kate sank her teeth in you one more time, both of you knew right away that the rest of the nigh will be a long, and Kate won´t be the only one wide awake tonight.

Thank you for reading!<3

#adele writes #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop smut #vampire!kate #kinktober 2023 #day three #marvel universe

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coffeeghoulie · 7 months

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Kinktober #15: Aftercare

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Cirrus/Aeon/Rain

Summary: Set immediately after Day Three, Rain and Cirrus take care of Aeon after having their way with him.

Contains: Implied sexual content (still putting the mature warning on this), mentions of blood and biting, and subspace

Read under the cut or on AO3!

Aeon blinks, his eyelids heavy and sticky. Someone's running fingers through his hair, ruffling the sweaty strands. He hears someone talking, the tone sweet and gentle, but he can't make out the words, like his ears are stuffed with cotton fuzz. It takes him a moment to remember where he is, who he is, but it comes back to him slowly as the world comes back into focus.

"-such a good job, darling, such a good boy for us," Cirrus coos. She's holding his hand, running her thumb over his knuckles. He flexes his fingers, wincing at how stiff they are. He had been white knuckling the sheets, hanging on for dear life as she and Rain had their way with him.

Cirrus notices him squeezing her hand. "Are you back with us, darling?"

He swallows, wincing at just how dry and hoarse his throat is. "Kinda," he hums. He shifts, realizing his head is pillowed on Rain's thighs. He leans back to look up at the water ghoul.

Rain smiles softly down at him as he runs his webbed fingers through Aeon's hair. "How're you feeling, shooting star?" Rain whispers. "Still floating?"

Aeon nods, turning his face to rub his cheek against Rain's thigh. His neck stings with the motion, and he remembers Rain sinking sharp teeth into the delicate flesh of his throat as he came. The two other ghouls must see the way his face twists, because he hears Cirrus hiss under her breath, and sees Rain's face fall.

"Are you hurt, sweetheart?" Cirrus asks, shifting her weight next to him.

"I may have been a little overzealous," Rain admits, running his hand through his hair sheepishly. "I'm sorry, star. I didn't mean to actually hurt you."

"S'okay," Aeon hums, words not coming as quickly as he'd like them to. "Stings a lil," he slurs, nuzzling his cheek into Rain's cool skin. "Felt good."

"We should still get that bite cleaned up," Cirrus says, still stroking the delicate skin of his knuckles, the motion hypnotizing. "Rain, can you get the first aid kit and some water?"

"No, don't go," Aeon protests weakly. He raises his free hand to try and paw at Rain as he shifts and sets Aeon's head down on the mattress gently. He disappears into the adjoining bathroom, flicking the light on and rummaging through the cabinet under the sink.

"It's okay, darling," Cirrus says, leaning down to kiss his sweaty forehead. "Guppy's gonna be back in just a moment."

Aeon looks up at Cirrus with bleary eyes. "Was I good for the two of you?"

"Good? Oh, darling boy," Cirrus says, shifting him so he's in her lap. "We made you take so much. You took it so well. You were perfect. You are perfect."

Aeon preens as she leans down and kisses him, still holding his hand. Rain returns from the bathroom, setting the first aid kit down on the mattress.

"Can you sit up for us, star?" Rain asks. "Want you to drink some water. Bet your throat's real sore."

Aeon grumbles but complies. Rain hums happily, pressing a cool bottle of water into his hand. Aeon sips at it, before realizing just how thirsty he is, downing half of the bottle. Cirrus chuckles as she digs into the first aid kit.

"You did a fucking number on his throat, guppy," she gently chastises as she pulls out the antiseptic and gauze pads. "Bloodthirsty little demon."

"You bruised him up too. Got his thighs all fucked up," Rain grins, and Aeon groans as he sees his own blood on Rain's teeth. The water ghoul settles behind him, letting him lean against his lanky chest as Cirrus works.

"Deep breath for me, darling," she instructs, "This is going to sting a little bit."

Aeon nods, shutting his eyes as Cirrus dabs the antiseptic on the bite mark. He hisses through his teeth and Rain presses kisses against his cheek as she works.

Cirrus wipes away the blood, the bite still bleeding sluggishly as she secures the gauze over it. "There we go, darling," she coos, kissing his forehead. "That bitemark'll last a couple weeks. Someone," she glares over his shoulder teasingly, "Likes to mark what he claims as his."

"Guilty as charged," Rain whispers in Aeon's ear. The hot breath makes his ear twitch and he giggles.

Rain slowly adjusts them so they're both laying down on their sides, Rain's arms wrapped loosely around Aeon's waist. Cirrus smiles, following her boys down so her chest is flush with Aeon's. She pushes the white shock of hair off of his forehead with a single claw, smiling fondly at him. "Rest, baby," she hums, running her thumb against the lilac flush of his cheek. "You did so good."

With her permission, Aeon drifts off, safe and warm between them.

#i actually wrote this one before I wrote day three's #any continuity errors are my own #dots writing #ghostober #kinktober 2023 #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #cirrus ghoul #rain ghoul

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hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty Three

Thigh Fucking

John Price x Alejandro Vargas

There’d been a little mistake with the rooms. They were all meant to be twin rooms, but somehow one had been made up as a double. Instead of huffing about it, Price and Alejandro had said it was fine, that they would just take it. They had to, such is the burden of superiority, that in a moment of such crisis, you just have to share a bed with another attractive man.

Price woke up lying on his back. One of his arms was stretched out across the bed, trapped in Alejandro’s grip as he used it as a replacement for his pillow, which must have somehow fallen off the bed during the night. Price sighed, and looked at the clock on the bedside table.

It was just after six thirty. He’d slept in, for once, as he usually had to be up and ready to go by six. It came with the whole, being a Captain in charge of a task force, thing. So, while this was late for him, it was early by the standards of this hotel. They only started serving breakfast at eight. Another mistake on their part, he thought.

Price closed his eyes again, resisting the urge to pull his arm free from Alejandro and turn over, as he tried to work out what exactly had woken him up. It was probably the light, the blinds here were much lighter than the blinds he had… No. He was hard. That’s what it was.

Of all the fucking times to get morning wood.

Price sighed, and reached for his phone. There were no new calls or messages. Good. That meant nothing had happened since yesterday. But bad, because he had nothing to distract himself from the fact he had a semi, while in bed with Alejandro, who seemed to be intent on making cuddling himself into Price’s side, his life’s mission.

Price dragged himself to sit up, preparing to pull his arm free from Alejandro as he accepted that he was going to have to get up and deal with this situation in the bathroom, because it wouldn’t be decent to jerk off with Alejandro unaware like this.

Alejandro grunted when Price tried to free his arm, and clutched him tighter, pulling Price back into the bed. Price sighed and tried again, only to end up with Alejandro’s head resting on his shoulder, and his hand stroking his abs.

“Where’re you going, Captain? It’s too early for us to be up yet.”

“I’ve… got a situation.” Price swallowed, pulling the duvet over his lap to hide exactly what he was talking about.

“Huh.” Alejandro patted his stomach. “No shame in that, Captain. You can take care of it if you need to. I don’t mind.”

Price grunted as he settled into Alejandro’s hold, accepting that he wasn’t going anywhere, but didn’t move anything anywhere near his dick.

“Captain?” Alejandro sat up, resting his head on his hand as he looked down at Price. “Something wrong?”

“No.” Price grunted. “It’ll sort itself out.”

“No, don’t do that to yourself. Do you need my help?”

“Ugh… I need to fuck something.” Price grunted, sitting up now that Alejandro had loosened his grip on him.

“Hmm.” Alejandro followed him, leaning on Price’s shoulder. “Will my thighs do?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll fuck yours, if you don’t. You’re not the only one with a… situation.”

“If you put it that way.” Price turned and grabbed Alejandro’s shoulder, shoving him down onto the bed. He rolled Alejandro onto his back, pinning his knees together as he pushed Alejandro’s legs to one side.

Alejandro grinned up at Price as he positioned Price’s pillow under his head. “You should do this more often, Captain. It suits you.”

“You wouldn’t know what suited me if it came up and smacked you on the ass,” Price muttered as he shoved his boxers down. He caught his aching dick in his hand, rubbing the head gently as his eye caught on Alejandro’s pretty asshole, having to tear his gaze away to find the gap between Alejandro’s thighs and press his dick into it.

Price definitely managed to ignore how Alejandro started stroking his own cock inside his boxers as Price fucked his dick in and out of Alejandro’s thighs. He definitely just focused on how his dick twitched when it rubbed against the wrinkled material caught between Alejandro’s thighs, definitely didn’t work in tandem with Alejandro when the colonel started bucking his hips into his hand.

Alejandro looked amazing stretched out on the bed, especially when Price looked at him. He dragged his eyes up Alejandro’s body just to check on him, not because he was enjoying it, but because they were just helping each other out here, and Price should make sure that Alejandro was okay. He would be a damn liar, if he said Alejandro didn’t look gorgeous when a slow smile came over his face as he withdrew his hand from his cum soaked boxers, and lazily met Price’s gaze.

“You good, there, Captain?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Very.” Alejandro tensed his thighs as Price’s hips stuttered, only pushing his dick halfway between Alejandro’s thighs as he came, closing his eyes to take in the moment, for just a little bit, before he relented and let Alejandro up. When Alejandro opened his legs, they both saw that Price was just as responsible for ruining his boxers as he himself was.

“Good thing I have a spare, huh?” Alejandro shoved them off, tossing them aside onto the floor.

Price swallowed at the sight of his limp dick, briefly letting himself wonder what it would have been like to see Alejandro in action, if he had missed out on something, then he put it from his mind, as he crawled back down into the bed. Alejandro wormed his way into Price’s embrace again, hooking his leg over one of Price’s.

“We should just fuck next time.” Price said, aloud.

“Oh, absolutely.” Alejandro squeezed him tight. “I’ll get a bigger bed for us, next time.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #cod kinktober #cod #cod mw2 #mw2 #cod alejandro #cod price #john price #captain john price #alejandro vargas #colonel alejandro vargas #alejandro x price #price x alejandro #kinktober day twenty three #smut #thigh fucking

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mangekyuou · 2 years

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✸ THIRST DIARIES 002! , sanji. minors dni.

✸ cw(s)! . . . gn!reader. mean dom!reader. sub!sanji. bondage. use of fuck machine. overstimulation. orgasm control. squirting. dacryphilia. [ if i missed any let me know ! ]

SANJI was so overstimulated, all tied up in pink ropes covered in his own essences being fucked so deep and fast by the machine that was also covered in his filth. the thick dildo stretching his pretty hole, sliding in and out of him with ease due to his cum covering it. his cheeks were stained with tears, his throat hoarse from yelling.

he was truly at your mercy.

quivering, he came again. he doesn’t know how many times he’s been pushed over the edge at this point. oh but you knew. sitting slightly to the side in a chair with your legs and arms crossed, wanting to get the best view of the dildo plunging into him and coming back out again.

yet you’re not still not satisfied. you still don’t think he had learned his lesson. you loved your boyfriend SANJI dearly, but he did have a wandering eyes problem. which is how he ended up in this position.

you uncrossed your arms and legs and leaned forward. you wrap your hand around his length, continuing to roughly jerk him right after orgasm-whichever-one-he-was-on-now. he thrashed under your touch, whining.

“no more, baby! please…no more! i’ll be so good! i’m desperate! please!”

but he was so gorgeous like this. you couldn’t stop the fun now. he needed to learn to keep his eyes from wandering. so you continued this torture. leaving SANJI to squirt all over the place as he squirmed helplessly sobbing, drenching your hand and the couch. your sadistic chuckle had sent chills down his spine.

“that’s my good boy.”

#couldn’t participate in kinktober #so have this instead !! 🫶#three sanji posts in a row and one more on the way ???#i swear ion like him😭😭😭😭#one piece #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji x reader #sanji oneshots #sanji scenarios #sanji imagines #sanji smut #one piece x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #one piece smut #night rather than day ── 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰. 𓂃 ★☆

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tatertotsafterdark · 7 months

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Crawl - Cynthia x Reader

18+ MDNI. READ "CONTAINS" SECTION BEFORE READING.

|| Helping your partner relax after she has a long day. (Not explicitly sexual but still involves kink).

CONTAINS: F!DOM, DOM!CYNTHIA, IMPLICATIONS OF PET PLAY (if you squint), SUB!READER, SUBMISSIVE TRAINING, GENDER NEUTRAL READER, NO EXPLICIT NASTY AND THEREFORE NO AFTERCARE, PET NAMES, PRAISE

Word Count: ...556...

Author's note: Unmotivated today so the fic is short :( Tomorrow will be better + be written for an AMAB reader w/ Gaz from COD though!!

What could be said about your Cynthia? A lovely woman, one of the strongest trainers in the entire region, but… extremely indecisive outside of battle. She’d stumble over her words if someone asked what kind of ice cream was her favorite, stutter when you asked her what she wanted for dinner, hell, she’d even draw a blank when people asked for her name sometimes.

There were two places where Cynthia was cool, calm, and calculated, however. Pokémon battles and your bedroom.

Especially the bedroom.

You’re kneeling, three feet away from the foot of the bed. She sits on the edge, her soft eyes looking down at you with a pleased smirk plastered on her lips.

“You’re doing amazing darling. Fold your hands in your lap,” she coos, “for me.” Before you can even think of disobeying, your hands are still and comfortably positioned above your thighs.

“Such a good pet for me.” The words make your cheeks light up, and your eyes flick downwards for just a moment. A moment, however, is long enough for Cynthia to realize you’d lost your focus. Two short snaps and your eyes immediately find hers once again. A neutral expression is on her face for only a second, before once again turning into a pleased smile.

“You know your cues.” Cynthia purrs out, looking proudly down at you like you were a pokémon she had trained all by herself. She uncrosses her legs, standing up from her perch on the bed. Her hips and backside still lean against the edge of the bed, supporting her somewhat tired legs. She’d had a long day as the Champion of Sinnoh, after all. She needed a little relaxation.

You provided this sense of relaxation. While her mind was still working, and she was being disciplined, she still felt so relaxed whenever you two had your time alone with each other.

She drums the fingers of her right hand on her thigh, thinking. Cynthia’s hands had their own ways of being restless, especially when her mind was slowly calculating her next move.

“Well, I think you’ve done very well today, my dear little pet.” Cynthia practically coos, her voice a slight bit higher than usual - just like she was talking to her pokémon. She shifts a bit, letting one leg cross in front of the other while she remains standing. She was posing for you, tilting her chin downwards further as she spoke to you, giving you one final command before you’re sure to get your release.

“Crawl to me.” Cynthia’s soothing voice commands, and with little thought, you simply follow the command. You’re instantly moving towards her, and once you arrive at her feet, you’re instantly rewarded with a pet on the head. She sits back down, patting her thighs. You stand, taking this as permission to sit on her lap.

As you take your own personal throne, you smile a bit yourself. Cynthia has a proud look on her face, her eyes twinkling as she looks at you. She wraps an arm around your waste, beginning to plant kisses along your neck.

Between each kiss, she tells you how good you’ve been for her, her hands wandering all over your body as she lays back on the bed. She cradles you in her arms, laying there. “You are so good for me.”

#kinktober2023 #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #cynthia #champion cynthia #pokemon #pkmn #mdni #day three and already struggling to turn out half a thousand words grahhh #tuesday fics r gonna be rough since I have practice on tuesdays + a meet on october 27th which is a wednesday

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dr3mvaalmar · 7 months

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The Fragile Threads of Trust | Kinktober Day 3

Pairing: Solomon x F! Reader

Prompt: Hate Sex (nsfw, mdni)

Summary: Solomon keeps a secret from the reader. There's only one way to mend the broken trust.

Credit: @cafekitsune (divider), cover is unknown

Warnings/Tags: distrust, slight nonconsent, nsfw, anger/sadnesses, fighting, excessive cursing

“What’s that you have there?”

I walked into Solomon’s room, holding a tray with two cups of coffee. Steam emanated from the cup, freshly brewed. I tried carefully to balance the cups to avoid spilling, but I couldn’t help but notice a fleeting moment from Solomon—a blur of motion.

“Hm? What do you mean?” Solomon retorted, his body turning towards me. He was sitting at his desk. Today, it seemed rather barren compared to the usual pile of tomes. I knew Solomon well enough to know he didn’t feign ignorance from genuine innocence.

“I brought you some coffee,” I said, setting the tray beside him. He flashed me a gentle smile before picking it up. He tested the mug with his lips before refraining due to the heat. “Now, tell me what you’re hiding.”

“Ah, I’m just reading about siphonophores,” Solomon replied, showing me one of his various books. However, I knew this was yet another charade. “Siphonophores are an enigma. Although they appear to be a single organism, they’re an amalgamation of hundreds of polyps and medusae. Fascinating, isn’t it? To rethink individuality because of a creature… or is it creatures?”

Standing there, I could do nothing but give him the evil eye. The words he spoke went through one ear and out the other. I only gathered a faint idea as I grabbed my cup from the tray. I took a sip, the liquid burning my tongue.

“I thought you didn’t like the ocean,” I murmured, walking back towards the door.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a biological marvel,” Solomon retorted. He opened his book back up, but I could tell he was distracting me. What did he take me for? A fool? I could feel the deception radiating from here.

“Uh-huh,” I said, turning heel and leaving his room. Lately, Solomon has been acting a bit more unusual. Typically, he is open to teaching me and sharing his thoughts about matters. However, he excessively coops himself up in his room and leaves on unnoticed excursions. The only reason he could be so preoccupied is because of something important he’s engrossed in.

“The fool,” I muttered, walking down the hall with heavy steps. The weight of his behavior was taking its toll on me. The pang on my skull was enough evidence as is. Maybe it was a desire for caffeine. Perhaps it was both.

I took another sip from the hot beverage, savoring the taste on my tongue. I wondered if Solomon even noticed my disdain. Maybe he did and just didn’t want to acknowledge it. When it came to learning, studying was his priority. I was always second best.

“Hey (Y/n)!” Luke greeted, his mood as vibrant as ever. He seemed to bounce on his heels upon seeing me. “Ah! I just took some cookies out of the oven. You should try them!”

“What kind are they?” I asked, my sour attitude dissipating. Luke gestured for me to follow him to the kitchen, which I happily obliged. The scent that hit me when I entered was absolutely heavenly.

“This one is seraphim starberry,” Luke said, pointing to a sheet of delicious sweets. “This is elysian eclat… this one is aether ambrosia… oh! This is my favorite. Golden graces! I brought some of the ingredients from the celestial realm.”

“That’s wonderful, Luke,” Simeon said, entering the kitchen with us. I greeted him with a smile and a nod. “Every day, you never fail to impress.”

“Would you like to try one, (Y/n)?” Luke asked. He grabbed another tray from the oven, donning his kitten oven mitts. He liked cute kitchenware, even if he didn’t want to admit it. It warmed my heart and relieved my inner turmoil from Solomon.

We chatted in the kitchen for a while. We talked about Luke’s baking techniques and ideas. Then, I spoke with Simeon about his cooking and writing. He recently had another story that he was busy with. It was a shame that Luke, Simeon, and Solomon were so preoccupied. It made me feel left out.

“We should bring some cookies to Solomon,” Luke offered, enthusiasm brimming in his eyes. I was helping him bag and tie the cookies for the demon brothers. I knew Beel would have a field day with this batch. Luke was firm in his belief that he was just giving away excess treats. It wasn’t charity towards the demons, so he said.

“That’s a good idea,” Simeon said, nodding. “Now that you mention him, he’s been awfully reclusive. Have you heard anything, (Y/n)?”

I shook my head and begrudgingly replied, “No, but I’d rather not impose on the great Solomon the Wise.”

“(Y/n), are you okay? You don’t sound good,” Luke said. His voice didn’t hold the usual perkiness from before. I felt regretful of my bitterness.

“I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated by him,” I explained, crossing my arms. “I understand needing privacy for your studies, but it seems like he’s hiding something. I have a bad gut feeling. Maybe I’m being paranoid?”

Simeon gave me a sympathetic look, and Luke seemed to understand. Luke nodded his head a few times, which made me feel better. It was nice to feel heard.

“He has been more distant than usual,” Simeon agreed, thinking about the sorcerer. “Maybe you should confront him? You’ll never know unless you ask.”

I ruminated on the idea for a moment, yet I still felt upset. I wasn’t sure if now was a time to ask, as I might say something I’d regret. Even still, I had to be the better person and resolve my frustrations.

“You’re right. Thank you, Simeon.”

Without a second thought, I left the kitchen. I already made up my mind and would get the answers I needed. My early departure wasn’t ideal, but I might hesitate if I didn’t go now. I needed to resolve this and put my jejune behavior aside.

I knocked on Solomon’s door, waiting a second before entering. Solomon was still in the same spot. I didn’t think he noticed my presence, but I knew he wasn’t oblivious.

“Solomon, I need to talk to you.”

Solomon turned slightly towards me, a book lying flat before him. His white hair was somewhat disheveled, but otherwise, he looked well-kept. I knew Solomon was busy. However, whatever he was doing could wait.

“What‘s the matter?” Solomon asked. I grabbed a chair and sat across from him. I felt an uneasiness as I went over the words in my head.

“Lately, I’ve noticed you have been busier than usual,” I began. “At first, I thought it was because you were studying. However, when I asked you, you beat around the bush. I want to know what’s going on. Please.”

Solomon seemed more relieved than I expected of him. I anticipated anger or denial, but he seemed relatively calm. In between his responses, time seemed to still. The pressure began to build as I studied his every move.

“I found a spell that would make you immortal.”

My jaw fell agape as I repeated the words in my head. I almost thought I imagined it, as I stared at his face. He seemed rather serious, so I knew this wasn’t a joke.

For the duration of our relationship, I have often told him about my insecurities. It was bound to be an issue at some point. My mortality was constantly weighing heavy on my mind. I was scared of the future. I was terrified, even. My inexperience with life. My naïveté. My aging body. It all seemed so unfair. How can I love someone, and yet he’s perpetually young and healthy? While I wither away and rot.

“How could you not tell me?? Solomon,” I hissed, abruptly standing from my chair. The chair knocked into the desk, a bang compared to the once serene silence. Solomon’s face didn’t waver. “All this time, I’ve been upset and terrified, and you couldn’t even tell me? What’s wrong with you?”

“I needed more time to figure it out. It was a lapse in my judgment. I didn’t want to get your hopes up as it’s immensely risky,” Solomon retorted. “I needed to be certain.”

“But you’re my boyfriend. Have you ever considered if I wanted to be immortal? We haven’t even discussed this! You have no idea how important this is. This is our fucking future, damn it.”

“(Y/n), I understand and love you no matter what decision you make. I will stay with you. I promised, and I would never lie to you,” Solomon said, trying to sway my growing anger. However, the pent-up emotions I’ve suppressed all this time only fueled it. “I didn’t want to deceive you. That was never my intention.”

“I’ve spent all this time worrying about us- worrying about our life together! But you couldn’t even talk to me about it? How long have you known?”

“Shortly after I met you. I’m sorry.”

My eyes started to burn, and the corners of my face began to twitch. A pounding headache threatened to break open my skull. I felt so weak, so pathetic. If only I would’ve asked sooner. If I knew, maybe we could have reasoned with one another. However, it was too late. Solomon broke my heart.

“You never trust me,” I said, my cheeks wet with tears. My voice threatened to give out on me. “You’ve lied to me before. You’ll lie again. I made a mistake with you. Why did I think you ever cared?”

The conflict between my anger and sadness was too much to bear. I couldn’t control the pain and irrationality. I need to leave. I needed to hide. I couldn’t look at his face anymore. My only solace was to be alone.

I turned to leave, finding it difficult to move. My body shook with overwhelming emotions. I loved Solomon. Dearly. When he told me he wanted to stay by my side forever, it felt like all our problems would fade away. But I lied to myself. He lied to me. It was a veil over the apparent truth.

My body jerked back as I felt pressure against my back. Strong arms held me closer as I struggled against them. Solomon only whispered sweet nothings as I cried and cried. I drifted to the floor with him along with me.

“Get off me, Solomon,” I yelled. I tried to shove him aside, but it was futile. “Stop it. Go away!”

I fought. I kicked. I tried my hardest to evade Solomon. But this only brought him closer to me. A part of me relished his touch, but another despised it. It felt like two parts of me were tearing at each other. I was already weak to begin with. This fight was only the cherry on top.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n),” Solomon said, his voice even but quiet. His head rested on the back of my neck. I could feel his breathing against my skin. He always stayed calm and composed even when the world was pressing down on him. Meanwhile, I was quite the contrary. How could I not?

I continued to fight for what felt like hours but were mere moments. Solomon held firm in his resolve, determined to sedate me. However, the only thing I refrained from was screaming and hitting him. I didn’t want to worry the others.

“Solomon, I swear, if you don’t let me go-,” I threatened, moving his arms away from my body. However, a soft pair of lips crashed into mine. For a brief moment, I felt content with our lips interlocked. However, the manipulation was enough to anger me more. “The fuck are you doing? Solomon! Hey!”

Solomon pushed me onto the ground, holding my wrists by my side. He quickly flipped me over, pinning my arms to my back. I gasped, surprised by his forcefulness.

I attempted to leverage myself from the ground with my legs, but Solomon used the force of his weight to immobilize me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell. Though, I knew this was only between the two of us. Luke and Simeon didn’t need to be involved in my ordeals. I could do this myself.

“Solomon, let go,” I demanded, squirming beneath him. “First, you fuck with me emotionally, then you fuck with me physically? Can you just leave me alone, for fuck’s sake!”

“I’m truly sorry, my love,” Solomon consoled his forehead against my upper back. “If I considered your feelings, we wouldn’t be here now. I never wanted you to be angry or sad. I wanted what’s best for you. I don’t want to push you away. As your teacher and lover, I should’ve set a better example.”

“But you didn’t. I was alone.”

“I know, that was wrong of me. If words could mend your pain, I would spend my life finding the perfect incantation. But all I can offer now is my sincerest apologies. The pain of losing you is more than I could bear,” Solomon murmured, his lips grazing my flesh. The tenderness caused fleeting tingles to erupt through my spine.

I paused, contemplating for a moment. My body was still tense, but I stopped my fighting. Solomon didn’t budge, nor did he say anything else. There was a silence that hung around us now.

Thinking about the past, I remembered all the times we spent together. The fleeting looks. The teasing comments. His soft lips against mine. Our bodies intertwined. We dived into the very essence of each other’s beings. I felt vulnerable and scared without him. I knew I could be alone, but imagining it was a dismal blur.

When Solomon let his guard down, I gingerly escaped from his hold. I didn’t run away; I didn’t say a word. I turned towards him to look into his ocean eyes. Tears marred my face, but I wanted him to see my pain. I could feel the turmoil emanating from inside of him.

“I want to make it work,” I said, standing up. Solomon followed my lead, his face indecipherable.

My lips struck his, combining my pain and anger into a bitter kiss. I grabbed the back of his neck, leaving no chance of escape. I wanted him all. Letting him go was never an option.

Solomon followed my lead, moving his lips rhythmically with mine. The urge to breathe was but a brief memory. The taste of him was enough to enrapture me.

My hands grabbed every inch of his body I had access to. My intrusion became rougher and rougher. If I couldn’t scream, I would show it to him. I would inflict the passion of my mind onto him. Solomon seemed eager to reciprocate, imitating my actions with ease. It was like a switch flipped inside of him. He was the same optimistic and conniving Solomon I both loved and despised.

“My, my, I didn’t know you were so kinky,” Solomon teased as I bit down on his neck. I grunted in response, pushing him onto his bed.

“Shut up,” I hissed, crawling on top of him. “This isn’t for you. It’s for me. Mine.”

My nails dragged along his body until I reached the hem of his sweater. It didn’t take much effort to tug it off as Solomon was quite obedient. I forgot my anger for a moment as I stared down at his pale body beneath me. Laying my palm on his chest, I forced him flat onto the bed. I lined kisses and nibbles across his flesh. Ensuring my own satisfaction, I removed my shirt in one swift movement. Solomon tried to reach up to remove my bra but I hastily gripped his wrist.

“Don’t fucking touch,” I scowled. This time, I was the one to pin Solomon down. I knew he allowed me to, but I still had all the power to usurp him. I wouldn’t let him do as he pleased just because he had a burst of confidence.

I groaned as I rested my body onto him, the fervor of my breath resounding in the air around us. My fingers snaked down his abdomen and slipped between his pants. I could hear a muffled gasp as I stroked his growing cock. He gave me just enough access to do what I pleased.

I wrapped my other arm around him, kissing his skin. It's so soft and tempting. I couldn’t help but bruise the flesh with my lips. My hand stroked his member until I struggled to move in the tight fabric.

“Take it off,” I instructed, slipping my hand out from within. Solomon did just as I asked, sending me a coy glance. Free from its constraints, I wasted no time to put my lips on his tip. With an experimental lick, the salty aftertaste was ever so delicious. I opened my mouth, letting my throat wrap around his dick. Bobbing my head, I could hear his grunts from above me. I gripped his hips as leverage. I struggled to handle his length, but determination allowed me to go deeper and deeper.

“You’re very eager to please, aren’t you? Ugh, your lips. You know just how to please me,” Solomon murmured, his hands gripping my hair. My throat gargled as I tried to retort, but I realized something was occupying me. Don’t talk with food in your mouth, as they always say.

“You always find a way to make this about you,” I said, slipping his dick out. I had half a mind to halt everything and just leave. Yet, my arousal told me otherwise.

“I’m at the mercy of your lips, it seems,” Solomon replied with a chuckle. He gently guided my hair out of my face. I rolled my eyes. I rest his dick on my tongue before gliding it into my mouth. The sensation of the warmth of his cock inside of me was almost therapeutic. The urge to please became unparalleled to anything I’ve experienced before.

I let out an indignant squeal as he pushed my head further down onto him. I gagged, saliva pooling down my chin. He began to guide my movement as I tried to fight against him. I squeezed his hips, leaving marks in its wake.

“Hm? Do you want to say something?” Solomon said, turning his head to the side. I could only glare upwards at him, my vision blurry and burning. I gently bit down. Instantly, he withdrew, allowing me to part from him. I coughed, my throat starting to feel scratchy and sore.

“You want to play that game? Fine,” I grumbled, stripping from my clothes. He could only chuckle as I positioned myself on top of him. I firmly gripped him before guiding his member inside of me. His dick resisted the tight confines of my pussy. With a hefty push, he slid inside. “Oh? The great and powerful Solomon wants to say something?”

My hand stroked his cheek, and my hips worked on keeping him still. He moaned, the sensation of my pussy gripping his dick becoming too much to bear. I moved rhythmically, enjoying the view of half-lidded eyes as he furrowed his brows in concentration. Emboldened, I placed my thumb onto his lips as he opened them for entrance. Feeling his cock inside me and his tongue sucking my thumb brought a smile to my lips.

My pace quickened, skin slapping against skin reverberating off the walls. I tried to keep my voice quiet despite my mind becoming foggier and incoherent. Solomon’s dick. His abdomen. The way his face contorted when I dropped down even further. Everything about him elicited electricity and pleasure deep into my core. My heart rate increased, and I felt my chest pounding as I continued my work. Faster and faster. Broken moans escaped my lips as I grinded against his hips.

“Come on, baby,” I said, sitting on my knees. One hand rested behind me, the other firm on his thigh. The push and pull of our intertwined bodies was building inside of me. The tension of my nerves was sending me into overdrive. I could tell it was affecting Solomon as well. He had no more smartass comments to spare.

“I’m going to come,” Solomon murmured, his words melding together. He gripped my hips, thrusting inside of me. I halted my movement, taken aback. Each thrust hit its target. I forgot my previous motive, letting my shrill voice erupt from inside of me. The pounding of skin was simply music to my ears.

“Yes, yes,” I said, resuming my pace with his. My voice was dry as I called out. I spilled out the words from inside of my mind. I lost my inhibition, letting whatever dirty thoughts seep out into a jumbled mess of words. “Mm, fuck me with that thick cock. Just like that. Oh my God. Thank you. Thank you!”

“I can’t hold back. I’m coming,” Solomon gasped, his thrusts sloppier and greedy. I leaned into him as he took over. I wrapped my hands around his head as he spread my most intimate parts for easier access. The cold air pricked my skin, emphasizing the pleasure as I climaxed.

“I’m coming, my love,” I moaned, my brain erupting into a wave of pleasure and dopamine. Solomon groaned as I felt his dick twitch during his climax. He continued to thrust, letting each drop deep inside of me. My brows furrowed as I let every emotion and sensation soak into me. I felt frozen with sheer awe.

I collapsed onto him, the tension from before leaving my body. I could hear his heartbeat reverberate from his chest. It soothed me, and I forgot about all the pain from before in that one instant. We didn’t bother moving as I felt his cum drip from within me.

“We should get cleaned up,” Solomon chuckled, his arms wrapped around me. I didn’t answer, nuzzling my face into his skin. I knew at that moment that neither of us genuinely wanted to move. However, as my senses started to come back, so did the realization of the mess of his climax.

“Ugh, it’s getting everywhere,” I grumbled, cupping a hand below to stop the flow. Solomon laughed, slowly guiding me to sit next to him. We’ll have to replace the sheets, I thought to myself.

“Come on, let’s take a shower,” Solomon offered, taking my unoccupied hand in his. I thought back to our fight for a moment—the anger and frustration from before diminished completely. Solomon almost seemed to radiate an ethereal glow like a completely different person. With a smile, I interlocked our fingers.

No matter what decision we made, we would make it together.

“I love you.”

#solomon x reader #obey me shall we date #kinktober 2023 #fanfiction #day three

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