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[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #1

monsterfucking & breeding w/ ftm!miguel o'hara x top!werewolf!male reader kinktober masterlist

The smell of arousal oozing from Miguel has you half drunk, mind hazy with the desire to breed, and when he purposefully arches his back, pushing his slick and stretched open cunt towards you, the frayed thread of resistance you have snaps.

You press inside inch by inch, a deep, pleasured growl rumbling through your body as his cunt accepts you easily, and when you’re fully wrapped in his tight heat you stop, leaning over Miguel and pressing your body against his to nose at his throat, his ear, able to hear every little whine of pleasure as his walls pulse around you. 

More slick pools from his cunt when he feels your sack resting against his thighs - full, heavy, and the thought of you filling him to the brim has him squirming against you, dragging his body forward and sinking back, a moan pouring from his lips when you begin to move, pulling out as soon as he’s full only to push back in, repeating the motion as Miguel begins to babble, his patience already running out as he begs for more.

With a few more shallow thrusts your pace picks up, Miguel curling an arm around your neck to hold you close as your hips crash together, the force of your thrusts gradually weakening his knees until he’s falling flat on the bed, a surprised grunt tearing from his mouth as your clawed hands grip his hips and hold them up so you can rut in deeper, the pleasure you’re feeling thickening the fog in your mind as the need to breed and make him swollen with your seed takes over.

Your cock fits perfectly inside Miguel, the tip knocking against his sweet spot and making his toes curl as his orgasm approaches from nowhere, almost no build up before his stomach is tensing and his cunt is fluttering around you as it takes over, a breathless cry vibrating through his lungs as he’s washed away into euphoria. You don’t stop, the feeling of Miguel orgasming around you sending you wild, your thrusts harsh and deep. 

His pleasure increases tenfold as the beginning of your knot catches on his rim, the knowledge that you’ll soon be locked together while all he can do is take everything you give him quickly hurtling him towards another orgasm, his cunt gushing around you. Miguel holds onto you desperately, rocking back against you as words he can’t control tumble from his mouth.

“Please, please, give it to me, breed me,” he pants, voice choppy and tone desperate as your knot grows larger, pace getting faster and thrusts becoming shorter and deeper.

A long, broken groan punches from his chest as your knot pops inside and finally bursts, a low, content grumbling escaping your throat as you spill endlessly inside him, Miguel able to feel every pulse of your cock. You don’t seem to stop, cock kicking against his walls for what feels like too long, until finally he can’t feel anything but how full he is.

He thinks you might give him a break, body still and panting above him, but then your hands tighten on his hips and you begin to grind your knot against where you’re tied together, the pleasure quickly pushing Miguel into another orgasm. You keep going until he feels you twitch inside him, a few more pulses of cum shooting out and joining what you’d already filled him with.

If he was more coherent he would comment at how you suddenly switch, a beast tamed just because you pumped him full. You begin to gentle Miguel, lighter hands skimming across his body to make sure he’s not hurt, your head pushing into his when he begins to scratch behind your ear, nose burrowing into the crook of his neck as your arms encircle him to hold him close.

He’s not sure how long you stay like that, but when your knot begins to recede and you pull out his hole desperately clenches, trying to stop your cum from escaping. He hears you huff, unsatisfied with the way your cum drips from his hole, and any intention he had of cleaning himself up is quickly washed away when you flip him onto his back and spread his legs, one hand holding your cock as you rub it against his messy cunt. 

Miguel doesn’t manage to say anything before you push back in, the mixture of his slick and your cum leaving little resistance as you start to thrust again, Miguel’s body jolting with your thrusts. He can feel how wet between his thighs is, each collision of your bodies accompanied by a squelch as you fuck your cum back into him, barely letting a drop go to waste.

His eyes roll into the back of his head - this might be his chance to start a family, the thought making him tighten around you, and with the way you growl, you seem to think so too.

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[buckrecs]

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[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #17

mask kink & size difference w/ john "soap" mactavish kinktober masterlist

Fire spreads through his body as you approach him, stopping so close that he has to crane his neck up to look you in the eye holes of your mask. Soap can see why you have the reputation that you do - if he didn’t know you he admits he’d be shit scared, a hulking masked soldier stalking the battlefield sounds like the thing of nightmares and with the skills you show out on ops, a nightmare isn’t far off.

But he does know you, already knows what you’re thinking when you duck down to mouth at the skin of his neck - through your mask you teasing shite - greedy hands swallowing his waist as you pull him towards you, letting him feel the hardness tucked away as you move up to his ear, the fabric of your mask scratching against his skin. “Let’s go somewhere more private, yeah?”

By the time you hit the sheets a tornado of clothes has been left scattered in your wake, both stripped naked aside from the mask still concealing your face. Soap stretches himself rough and ready while straddling your thighs, claiming that you do it too slowly as he mouths at your mask, letting it grow wetter and wetter with his saliva as his cock drips with arousal, hips bumping into your fist while you lazily stroke him.

When he deems himself prepared enough he shuffles back and slowly sits down on your cock, hands cemented on your chest as he lowers himself, taking you inch by inch until he’s flush against your pelvis, thighs slightly aching with the stretch to straddle you.

He takes a moment, forgetting how much bigger you feel when you’re nestled deep in his hole, the burn that always comes with impaling himself on your cock for the first time that night fading away into pleasure as his body adjusts to your size - the feeling of complete and utter fullness invading his senses.

Soap takes it as a challenge, a deep-seated need to provoke a reaction out of you that can’t help but slip through the mask as he begins to move up and down, rim dragging along your shaft to send a white-hot zing through your nerves. A proud grin forms on his face at your sharp inhale, the way your eyes focus on him encourages him to give his best performance and Soap leans back, hands resting on your thighs to give you a view that you want to engrave on the backs of your eyelids.

—

Soap doesn’t think much of it when he sees you the next day wandering around in your mask, until he gets the opportunity to slip closer next to you and finds himself stumbling over his words, “Is that-”

You turn towards him, unperturbed by the fact that you’re still wearing the mask you fucked him seven ways to Sunday in. “Yep.”

“Oh you dirty fucker,” he says, all venom void in the statement.

With a hum of acknowledgement you step towards him in a reflection of yesterday, a grin hiding under your mask. “You don’t want me wandering around with a constant reminder of what we did yesterday on my head, where everyone can see but no one knows where it’s been?”

That awakens something in Soap, eyes brightening slightly as he presses against your chest, “Keep it on.”

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[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #14

power imbalance w/ sergeant!john price x captain!male reader kinktober masterlist

A knock on your office door has you momentarily distracted, calling out a short “Come in,” before turning your attention back to the paperwork littering your desk. You don’t look at who walks in, not until the footsteps stop on the other side of your desk. A brief glance up has you acknowledging the man with a short nod, “Sergeant Price, how can I help?”

“Captain,” he nods back. “Just wondering if you needed any help with anything?” You’ve been doing this more often lately, sitting side by side at your desk while Price takes care of the documents he’s allowed to see, his attempt at working his way up the ranks you assume.

Shuffling through your documents you pick a few out, simple ones that just need your signature and pile them up to the side. “Grab a chair,” you motion to one of the spares in your office and get back to work, not really paying attention as Price settles next to you and begins to work on the piles of paper.

You work together in mostly silence, only answering the odd question your Sergeant has and before you know it hours have passed, leaving your back aching from being hunched over so long. Price looks over as you set your pen down, eyes drifting to the skin that’s exposed as you lean back and stretch, your shirt riding up. You don’t notice and his eyes continue down, looking over the way your pants pull tight across your thighs and he can’t help but shift slightly at the bulge under the material. 

He swallows heavily, “You ok, Captain?”

Once you’re finished stretching you hum slightly, pulling down your shirt to Price’s dismay. “Don’t think I’ll ever get used to sitting in these chairs,” you joke, adjusting yourself to get some of the feeling back in your legs.

From then on he’s suspiciously quiet and distracted, unable to sit still while his eyes constantly drift over to you. Rather than focusing on signing documents he can’t help but think about what you look like under your layers, or how you would feel in his mouth. He’s caught glances of you when you happen to shower at the same time but never your front, although the imprint left in your underwear when you’re changing leaves little to the imagination.

It’s your turn to ask, “Everything ok there, Sergeant?” It snaps him out of his thoughts, and he only now realises he’s been daydreaming for a while. “I can finish these up on my own,” you say, gesturing towards the now smaller amount of paperwork on your desk.

Your gaze makes his stomach flutter and he quickly shakes his head. “I’m sorry Captain,” he clears his throat, “Can’t seem to focus.”

Your smile melts his heart, eyes turning soft. “It can do that to you. I think it’s probably time for a break.” You go to stand but he stops you with a hand on your knee, swivelling in his chair so he’s facing you. 

“Can I try something?” His face is bright red, nervousness coursing through his blood. If he’s read this wrong god knows where his career will end up, but he can’t help but think you show him a little favouritism.

He sinks to his knees between your feet, hands skirting up your inner thighs to fiddle with your zipper, dragging it down and letting his fingers graze over your clothed cock. You watch with a faint smile, eager to see what he’s going to do next.

Hooking a finger under your waistband he drags your underwear down as much as he can, letting the elastic go so he can hold you in his hand and lick a stripe up the underside of your cock. He moans when he gets to the head, tongue darting out to lap at your tip before taking it in his mouth, hand stroking the rest. He sinks deeper, tongue swirling around your shaft as your fingers comb through his hair, sparks shooting through his veins at your airy moan of, “Good boy.”

Hollowing his cheeks he begins to bob up and down, slurping around your cock as saliva starts to run down his chin, the warmth of his mouth encouraging you to give small thrusts of your hips, pushing more and more of your shaft into his mouth. When you touch his throat he gags slightly, quickly pushing through it as he continuously swallows, groaning around you as he draws back to taste the pre-cum dripping from your tip.

He’s already rock hard in his pants, the sight of you moaning above him in pleasure enough to have him throbbing. Drawing back he lavishes your cock with attention, letting it slip from his lips as he tongues at your shaft, licking up to your glans until you’re grabbing your cock with your free hand and tapping it against his lips.

Relaxing his jaw, his lips part around your cock as your hand moves to the back of his neck, gently pulling him towards you as you curse into the air, going until his nose is pressed against your stomach, his throat constricting tight and hot around your cock. You stay there for a few seconds, letting the sensation wash over you before letting him go, slightly chuckling as he goes back to bobbing up and down on your cock. 

“Do you like sucking anyone’s cock this much or just mine, Sergeant?” You don’t expect an answer but find yourself surprised when he pulls off completely, stroking you in his hand as he takes a few deep breaths.

“Just yours, Captain.” Before you can reply he goes down again until you hit the back of his throat, hips jumping slightly as his tongue quickly runs in broad strokes across your cock. 

“Shit, I’m close, Price.” With your warning he doubles his efforts, pace sloppy and hurried as he works you to orgasm. The heat of his mouth quickly becomes too much, hips bucking into him until you’re cumming down his throat, groaning as it milks you dry, not stopping as he swallows your release. His tongue continues to lick at you, not stopping even as you soften and you’re forced to pull him off, the slight pain of overstimulation beginning to settle in.

He rests against your thigh, a moment of peace as he gradually catches his breath. Your hand doesn’t stop gliding through his hair, nails slightly scratching across his scalp as dots of pleasure leave the corner of your vision. You don’t catch the way Price’s eyes have slipped shut, or the way his underwear is now soaked with cum.

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[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #11

breeding kink & power imbalance w/ ftm!rodolfo parra x top!male reader kinktober masterlist

The other new members of Los Vaqueros don’t know him well enough yet to see that Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra has a favourite, but one look from Alejandro and he can tell who Rudy is paying extra attention to. He could see why - you showed excellent potential; you were patient, calm under fire and out of it, you got along well with the others and were as loyal as a dog, always following his or Rodolfo’s commands with little hesitation or question.

Alejandro thought nothing of it when you and Rudy began to spend more time together, he could see the progress as you began to hone your already established skills, often at the shooting range or in the gym with Rodolfo not far behind, ready to coach you into being a better version of yourself.

As far as you’re aware, he’s ignorant to the unique rewards Rodolfo offers you.

Rodolfo hadn’t intended it to happen - time spent together morphing into something else when he learned what you were like outside of being a soldier, letting his guard down as you earned your place within the Los Vaqueros ranks time and time again. It only had to happen that first time you tumbled into bed together for Rudy to know he was fucked - you had played his body like an instrument, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from his body until he was jelly-legged and covered in your cum, outside and inside, and he’d woken up the next morning albeit sore but refreshed, all built-up stressors knocked from his head. It was only a matter of time before it would happen again.

You hook his knees over your elbows, pushing him into a mating press that has you sinking deeper in his drooling cunt and ignoring the sting of pain as he rakes his nails down your back when your cock hits that spongy spot inside, kissing it with every thrust. Each time you draw out you push back in until your pelvis is flush against his, groaning as his soft walls flutter around your shaft.

“Tan bueno para mí, soldado,” he groans, head rolling back on his shoulders as your cock pulses inside him, hips snapping at a hungry pace.

He can feel the way his muscles slowly tighten, heat spreading under his skin as his orgasm approaches like a tidal wave, ready to swallow him under. He knows just the way to drag you down with him.

The quiet squelching of your thrusts is interrupted as his breath fans against the shell of your ear, “Gonna fill me up soldier?”

Your hips jerk and Rodolfo buries his smirk in your hair as you rhythmically pound into him, stars shooting behind his eyes as you angle yourself to knock against his sweet spot each time, giving him little reprieve as he cums, arousal gushing between your bodies and soaking your abdomen.

You don’t stop, fucking him through his orgasm and when you announce you’re close he’s wiggling his legs out of your hold and tightly wrapping them around your waist, keeping you pressed against him and leaving no choice where you cum. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head as you cum inside, filling him with thick, sticky cum that begins to spill from the seams, a white frothy ring forming where you’re connected.

His arms slither around your shoulders, pulling you to burrow into his neck as he kisses behind your ear, something soft, tender and he thinks that might be the end of it, your tired form slumping against him and panting into his shoulder, but after a few moments of waiting for your heartbeats to slow you draw back and grip his hips.

He grunts as you start moving again, fingers scrambling to hold onto you.

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[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #13

monsterfucking w/ simon "ghost" riley x vampire!top!male reader kinktober masterlist

Your gums ache, hunger settling deep in your gut and you can almost taste the blood pumping through Simon’s veins, a thin layer of flesh separating you. All it would take is one bite-

His hand tightens on the back of your neck, pulling you back so he can look at you eye to eye. “Not yet.”

You make an inhuman growl, fangs itching to burrow into his skin. It sends a rush through Simon, the animal hunger in your eyes as you listen to his command, leaning back to rest against the couch and away from temptation.

He shuffles slightly, thick muscled thighs encasing yours as he draws his hips up only to sink back down, hole stretching around your cock. He’s maskless this time, pretty neck on display for you and you can’t help being hypnotised by the way his throat bobs with every swallow and moan.

Simon stares as your tongue runs across your lip, laughing at the way you watch him like a predator watching its prey. “That hungry for me?”

“No, I was thinking of drinking someone else’s blood,” you snark back, patience running thin. You’ve been at this for a while now, Simon not letting you feed from him until he’s had his fill, thighs slightly burning from how long he’s been riding your cock.

He sinks down all the way on your cock with a moan, head thrown back, “No you weren’t, love.” He knows the hold he has on you - how much sweeter his blood tastes when given willingly.

You huff slightly, shifting your body to a better angle as you start thrusting up into Simon, fist curling around his cock and stroking him simultaneously, pleasure rapidly pooling in his gut. 

He’s already close again, previous orgasms staining your stomach. He enjoys this game more than he should, offering himself up for you to feed on in exchange for the countless orgasms you pull from him, leaving him empty-headed and bone-tired afterwards. It makes something possessive curl in his chest that you only do this with him, sticking to blood bags and animals usually, but the only human you feed from is him.

The climax comes tumbling into him like a tidal wave, knocking him off balance as he covers your chest, body trembling above you as you lift him up and down, punching your cock against his prostate.

In the haze of his orgasm he hears you moan his name and tugs you into his neck, giving you all the permission you need. Your fangs pierce his skin, a groan leaving your throat as blood flows into your mouth, Simon’s hips lazily grinding forwards and backwards as he smears cum on your stomach. 

The pleasure and relief is too much, your cock pulsing hotly inside him, twitching as you pump him with your release, one hand cupping his hip to keep him moving while the other holds his neck to the side, leaving you room to take as you please.

It’s the worst kind of addiction - the desire to take and take and take as you swallow mouthfuls of his blood, yet you only take enough to satiate your hunger and leave Simon coherent afterwards. Your fangs leave his flesh, tongue quickly soothing over the sting left behind.

When you pull away Simon slumps against you, panting into your neck as drowsiness clouds his senses, the draining of his blood leaving his mind buzzing as you draw mindless shapes into his skin, holding him while he recovers.

He soon shuffles back with a wince, hand cupping at his neck where the holes left by your fangs have already closed up, no trace of your feeding left behind. You at least look slightly sorry, fingers moving to massage his hips as awareness returns to his eyes, pools of brown becoming brighter.

Simon says nothing for a few moments before his thumb presses against the wet corner of your lip where blood had escaped. He trails his thumb across your lip and pushes the tip into your mouth, humming when your tongue swirls around the digit, wiping off his blood. Once it’s clean he pulls it from your mouth just in time to smash his lips against yours, groaning at the slight metallic tang of your mouth.

You stay like that for a few moments, lazily kissing until your hips shift and Simon feels how hard you still are and pulls away with a smile. “Another round?”

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[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #10

sex pollen & daddy kink w/ kyle "gaz" garrick x top!male readerkinktober masterlist

You watch as Kyle grows more restless, unable to keep still as a layer of sweat shines on his forehead. He paces around the room, only stopping to chug some more water before continuing. All of a sudden he freezes and you stand, feet carrying you over to him. Your hand lands on his shoulder and his eyes snap towards you, blown wide and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “You ok?” You ask, and it takes him a few moments to nod.

“Yeah, just need to use the loo.” He walks away, stride awkward and you settle back down on the couch - it wasn’t the nicest safe room but it had somewhere comfy to sit and that was good enough.

Minutes pass with no sign of Kyle and you start to grow concerned. He’d played off breathing in the smoke of a grenade earlier but gradually it seemed to be affecting him; sweat gathering on his skin, heart beating faster than normal.

When he doesn’t return you go looking for him, working your way to the bathroom door and stopping to knock against it. “Kyle, you alright in there?”

You press your ear against it when silence meets your question, and you can hear harsh breaths. “Kyle? I’m coming in.” Twisting the handle you step inside, instinct kicking in when you see Kyle bowed over on the floor, pants down to his ankles. You ignore the hand wrapped around his angry looking cock to cup his face, seeing the bleary eyed look he gives you. “What’s happening Kyle?”

He immediately places his hands either side of yours, body melting into your touch. “I don’t know, I got hard and tried to get rid of it but I can’t, feels like something’s missing and I can’t fucking cum, it hurts,” he babbles, breath hitching as he begins to panic.

You tuck him into your neck, rubbing a hand against his spine. “It’s alright, just breathe for me Kyle.” With his nose nuzzled into your neck he does, inhaling and exhaling deeply until his breath is calmer, arms wrapped firmly around you. “Tell me what’s happening, what do you mean something’s missing?” It’s an awkward question to ask but you’re well past that point. 

He resists your attempt at pulling away to look at him, “Any time I get close I feel empty and I can’t finish, it’s starting to hurt,” he whines your name, hips starting to shift uncomfortably.

“What do you need me to do?”

He climbs into your lap, “Fuck me, please.”

“Jesus christ Kyle-”

“Please,” he groans your name, “I’ve already tried my fingers but they don’t help.” He grinds into your lap and you can feel his hard cock brushing against you.

“I don’t want to take advantage.”

“You’re not, I swear, help me.”

“Alright-” you don’t get to finish your sentence before Kyle’s pushing you flat on your back and moving to rest on your legs, quickly unzipping your pants and drawing out your cock. He leans down and takes your head in his mouth, tongue sliding around your shaft as you groan into the air. His hand strokes what he doesn’t take in his mouth, the hot wetness soon bringing you to full hardness.

He takes you deep and you can feel when you reach his throat, although he barely reacts before pulling back to slobber over your cock, now shining with saliva. You go to ask how he wants you but don’t get the chance as Kyle shuffles up your legs, aligns you with his hole and sinks down, hands pulling up your shirt so they can rest on your bare abdomen.

He rides you quick and hard, hips setting a merciless rhythm as he chases relief. The reaction is immediate, one hand quickly returning to pump at his cock as it begins to steadily leak onto your stomach as your hands land on his waist, encouraging him to keep moving.

Planting your feet you rutt into Kyle, bouncing him up and down on your shaft as heat spreads under his skin, his composure crumbling. He arches with a final moan, not of your name, but with a “Oh fuck, Daddy!” He spurts across your chest, covering you in his release as he keeps moving, not stopping even when his cock is empty.

You’d assumed that that would be the end but Kyle shows no signs of slowing down, even when your hands move to grip his hips. “Shit, did that not help?”

If he was more coherent he’d swoon over your concern, but all he can do is shake his head, voice shaky with the force of his bounces. “Need you to fuck me daddy.”

Fire spreads in your abdomen as he chants the title, tension coiling in your gut as his hole sucks you in, pleasure zinging up and down your spine. You meet his bounces, working towards your own peak.

With a few more thrusts your hips stutter up, punching your cock as deep into his hole as you can while you paint his insides, cock pulsing against his walls. The feeling sends Kyle hurtling into another orgasm, coating your stomach in his second climax as his body ripples around you, wringing your balls empty as you pump your load into him.

He slouches over your body, chest to chest and uncaring of the mess he’s made on your stomach while he tucks himself into your neck, panting against the skin. “Does it still hurt?”

“No, feels better now,” he slurs, the adrenaline now seeping from his body.

You attempt to move but Kyle groans, laying more of his weight on you. “Kyle, we need to clean up.” He disagrees, tightening his hold on you. “Kyle.”

“Not yet,” he mumbles, “Just wait.”

You relax against the floor, arms coming up to wrap around Kyle’s waist to keep him pressed against you. “So, you like calling people daddy huh?”

Even though his face burns in embarrassment he sinks further into your embrace, “Fuck off.” He gives you a light smack when you laugh.

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[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #12

hate-fucking w/ captain john price x top!male reader kinktober masterlist

Your usual demure pace is gone, replaced by harsh thrusts and a hand on the back of his neck pinning him down as you rut into him like a wild animal, forcing out sharp moans deep from his lungs. The table rattles with the force of your hips, Price’s chest pressed flat against the surface while his fingers scramble to hold onto something to anchor himself.

Anger and irritation course through your blood, tainting your cells as you grip him tight enough to bruise, fingers leaving red imprints in their wake. He rocks back against your thrusts, hole scraping along your shaft and sucking you in.

Everyone else had left the room to leave you and Price to cool off, the tension in the air palpable as you disagreed about strategies, and the second it was empty and the door was shut you had met in an angry clash of tongue and teeth, adrenaline pumping in your veins.

You had pushed him over the table with a hand in the middle of his back, holding him down as you got to work on his belt, loosening it enough so you could pull down his layers and kneel down on your knees, holding a cheek in each palm as you spread them and spat on his hole, watching with satisfaction as he squirmed at the feeling.

He tried to push back but your hold solidified, keeping him still as you ran your tongue across his rim, watching as the muscle twitched in response. After that you hastily stretched him, a mess of fingers, saliva and tongue opening his hole until he was barking at you to “Get on it with it already.”

You did, bracing yourself over his back and pushing in until your pelvis was pressed against him, the warmth of his hole too good not to savour. As your impatience grew you pulled until your tip taught on his rim, giving a few short, aborted thrusts before slamming inside all at once.

From there your pace was harsh, using Price as a vice for your pleasure as you chase your climax, balls smacking against him with each thrust. As he moves to fist himself between his stomach and the table you don’t stop him, both of you needing to let go.

As you strike his prostate he chokes out his moans, throat struggling to keep up with his noises as he begins to huff, his hand speeding up around his cock as he pants against the table.

He shudders around you as he finishes, streaking cum across the table in bursts until it’s weakly trickling out, pooling where his cock rests.

You aren’t far behind, pulling out to pump yourself in hand, painting Price’s lower back in your spend as you groan in satisfaction at the release, all pent-up irritation steadily seeping from your body.

You remain there in calming silence, breathing together as one until any remaining anger has dissipated, leaving you both calm and placid. When Price shifted under you that was your cue to move, pulling back and stopping him when he tried to do the same, “Hold on.”

He did, waiting patiently as you tucked yourself back in and fetched some tissues to clean him up, wiping away the mess scattering his body until he was as clean as he could be. With a tap on the hip he was standing up, redressing himself and when your eyes meet he looks a lot calmer, stepping into your space and gently bonking his forehead against yours.

It brings an instant smile to your face, a small huff of amusement escaping your lips. “We good? I can’t have my best soldier fighting me,” Price says.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he rolls his eyes, letting them flutter closed when you kiss him sweetly. You pull back, “Ready to go? They’re probably wondering where we are.”

Price sweeps in to kiss you again, one hand cupping your jaw. He steps away with a smile, “Now I’m ready.”

#john price #john price x male reader #top reader #male reader #top male reader #call of duty #lieutnts writings #lieutnts kinktober 2023

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KINKTOBER - #6

daddy kink w/ bratty!simon "ghost" riley x top!male readerkinktober masterlist

It’s a release for Simon - his days filled with ‘Yes sir’ and following orders, rarely given the opportunity to disagree, go against what’s asked of him. So when you find some time alone together he likes to push back. You ask him to do something and with a glint in his eyes he’ll turn to you and say “Make me.” You do, handling him a little rougher than usual, fingers twisting his hair or a hand on the back of his neck as if you’re scruffing a dog until he goes pliant underneath you.

Sometimes it’s not enough, on days when Simon wants the brattiness fucked out of him he’ll put up a fight, grinding his hips against you even when the rest of his body is pinned, mouth purring out taunts that go straight to your cock. “C’mon, show me what you can do, daddy.”

That works, has you yanking down his pants and boxers and only pouring enough lube on his hole that helps stretch him out but he can still feel the bite of pain, a tight groan punching from his chest as you go from teasing his rim with the tip of your finger to bullying in to the first knuckle, giving him little time to adjust before you’re pushing your whole finger in, his body squirming to get away from the intrusion.

With an iron grip on his hip you don’t let him, leaning over his back to nip and bite at his neck. “Thought this is what you wanted, baby? Is it too much for you?” You ask, voice teasing while he shakes his head no, arching his spine as another digit threatens to join the first. Simon bares and grits his teeth at the stretch of a second finger, chest panting to breath through the temporary discomfort. 

As the pain blooms into pleasure the brattiness breaks through, Simon fucking himself on your fingers even when they still. “You just gonna sit and watch me?” he barks, a flicker of irritation igniting. You withdraw your fingers, slapping an open palm down on one cheek when he tries to chase them, a strained whine bubbling from his throat.

“You gonna be good and stay still?” You question, purposefully taking your time in unzipping your pants and drawing yourself out, lining your cock up with his hole and resting it there, stroking yourself while Simon begins to fidget, teasing your head with his rim. Your grip tightens on his hip and he groans, willing himself to still. “Good boy,” you say, finally, devastatingly slowly, pushing past the tight ring of muscle until it gives, inching yourself in and out until your hips are pressed snugly against his ass.

He breathes out a deep, “Fuuuck, daddy,” causing your hips to jerk forward, a dirty trick that has you landing another smack to his cheek.

You press yourself against his back, hands moving to rest either side of his head as you lean down, “You gonna behave now?” Simon nods, pretty blonde lashes fluttering as you roll your hips forward, the snugness of his hole like heaven around your cock.

Drawing back you take hold of his hips, pulling out until just the tip is resting inside before thrusting back in all at once, knocking a deep groan out from Simon’s chest. You set an unrelenting tempo, able to hear each collision of skin against skin as Simon lets out strained ‘ah, ah, ah’s’.

Shifting your body you start catching his prostate with each thrust, intentionally grinding against it when he loses control of his mouth and shouts, toes curling in pleasure. The more you press against it the more sanity he loses, eyes rolling back until he’s chanting your name.

With a huff you tighten your grip, ripping away his pleasure as your hips stop. When he turns to look at you over his shoulder, all bleary eyed and face pulled tight in confusion you grind forward, “That’s not my name Simon.”

He blinks, what you said taking a moment to filter through his brain before he’s hiding his face into the plush mattress below, murmuring a meek “Daddy.”

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KINKTOBER - #16

mirror sex w/ john "soap" mactavish kinktober masterlist

“This necessary?” Soap asks, helping you take off his shirt without knocking the blindfold tied around his eyes.

You sweep down to peck him on the lips, “Yes, it’s a surprise.” He huffs slightly but relents, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Once he’s stripped of the remainder of his clothes you lie against his side, kissing at his throat while your hand trails down his body, nails lightly scratching against skin until you take his half hard cock in your hand and begin to stroke it. Soap groans, aimlessly turning his head to the side and seeking you out. You slant your mouth against his, drinking down every groan and moan he pours against your lips. As nice as it is, Soap quickly begins to writhe in impatience, hips trying to jerk into your hand and you pull away with a chuckle, withdrawing your hand to tap him on the thigh. “I’ll be right back, no taking off the blindfold.”

Soap sags against the mattress, sighing as you quickly strip yourself of your clothes and grab the lube you’d brought with you. When the bed dips with your weight and he feels your hands against his knees his legs fall open, a flicker of arousal sparking in your gut as you settle between them. He parts them further when he hears the click of the lube, giving you plenty of room as the tip of your slick finger presses against his rim, testing the give of the muscle.

Despite your eagerness to reveal what you had planned you go easy, gradually stretching him out with one finger until you can add a second and then a third, Soap pushing back against your fingers as translucent pearls drip down his shaft. You draw your fingers out and a whine bubbles in the back of his throat at the absence, but when he hears the wet noises of you slicking up your cock excitement flows through his veins.

Lining up with his hole you gently push, letting him adjust to the pressure as you slowly sink inside, hands quickly moving to his hips to soothe his quiet discomfort. When you bottom out you drape yourself over Soap, tucking into his throat to kiss at the skin and moan when he wraps his legs around your waist, causing you to sink into his heat just that little bit deeper.

Once Soap begins to move against you your hands grip his hips, holding him still while you move up to his ear. “You can take off the blindfold now.”

He does, swiftly taking the fabric off and blinking the vision into his eyes and he clenches around you when he sees your surprise. “Jesus,” he murmurs, and you hide your smile against the crook of his neck. 

He says nothing for a few moments, eyes too busy taking in every inch of your exposed skin in the reflection of the mirror secured above the bed. You roll your hips into his and he exclaims - at the feeling and the sight of your body flexing, muscles working together to draw out his pleasure.

A kiss to his jaw brings his focus to you in time to hear your question, “You like it?” It feels as if his brain is slowly melting as you lazily fuck into him, unhurried thrusts leaving him feeling raw and exposed as his sight remains locked onto the ceiling. He arches into your touch as your hands skate down his chest to wrap securely around his waist as you sit back, pulling him into you in time with your thrusts. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Soap nods, tongue-tied as he watches the way his body ripples when the force behind your thrusts picks up, and his hands pull at your shoulders to bring you back down until he can wrap his arms around your neck and watch your muscles move. You don’t stop your thrusts, moaning into his skin, “You like watching me fuck you, Johnny?”

He keens, something akin to a “Yes,” tumbling from his lips. He fights the desire to let his eyes roll back in pleasure, determined to see everything.

“Good,” you plant a kiss against his cheek. “Because once we’re finished here I’m watching you ride me.”

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KINKTOBER - #5

in public & being watched w/ rodolfo parra & alejandro vargas x top!male reader kinktober masterlist shoutout to @rodolfoparras for helping me with some ideas!

The relief of the cool air is temporary as you crowd Rodolfo against the wall, hands greedily sliding under his hoodie to hold him close as he tugs you forward with fingers in your belt loops, connecting you to each other as you capture his mouth. Your hands travel down to squeeze his ass and he moans into the kiss, body arching closer to your touch.

His head drops back to rest against the concrete as you move to his jaw, sucking at the flesh briefly before moving down to the skin of his throat, his arms loosely wrapping around your shoulders. He’s already half hard in his pants, has been since you visited him in his office earlier that day and helped him take a break, so when you begin to undo his belt he eagerly pushes his hips out to help, body jolting with force as you impatiently tug the layers down over his thighs.

Appreciatively smoothing your hands over pert skin as he turns around Rudy plants his palms against the wall, pushing back towards you as you press against him, kissing at the back of his neck as you grind the hard cock beneath your pants between his cheeks, breath heavy as arousal stirs in your gut.

When you spread his cheeks the sight of his hole, still slightly open and covered in the evidence of your previous coupling, has you releasing a low curse under your breath - he’s been walking around like that all afternoon. The hardness between your legs has you impatient, only fingering him long enough to ensure that he’s still stretched enough before you’re inching inside, low groans filling the air between you both.

Your forehead rests against his shoulder, waiting for your thrumming heart to calm, already dangerously close to your peak. Rodolfo moves first, shifting forward before sinking back against you, a broken and hushed moan rocketing from his chest. The fear of someone overhearing has him biting into his hand to keep quiet, but the more your thrusts begin to pick up, the more that hesitation breaks. “Por favor, ve más despacio,” he begs, voice choppy and clipped as your hips snap against him, a weak hand reaching back to rest against your stomach in a faint attempt at getting you to slow down.

You press against him harder, pushing him against the wall as you bite at his ear. “No one’s around, you’re fine querido.”

Neither of you hear the crunching of gravel underfoot, or when it abruptly stops. The sounds of skin slapping against skin is loud, too loud, but you don’t care anymore, thrusting into Rudy while puffing moans against his cheek. Alejandro quickly ducks out of the light, hiding behind a nearby stack of boxed supplies as his heart hammers in his chest. He knew you and Rudy were an item, but it still didn’t quell the feelings that swirled in his gut whenever he saw one of you, a ‘small crush’ he often attempted to reason with himself giving way to a blazing inferno.

He couldn’t help the way blood rushed south, fingers twitching as he tried to resist the temptation, but when a particularly loud moan rushed to his ears he gives in, drawing out his flushed cock. He swirls a thumb across his slit, spreading the precum that was steadily dripping before closing his hand in a tight fist around his cock. On the first stroke he has to bite his lip to stop from moaning, on the second he has to bite into the sleeve covering his other arm.

The devil on his shoulder taunts him to look and he does, peering around the crate to watch as Rudy arches his spine when you wrap a hand around his bobbing cock, stroking him in time with your thrusts. He can’t hear what you’re whispering into Rudy’s neck, but it obviously strikes something within the man because in the next few seconds he’s trembling in your hold, knees buckling as his cock pulses in your hand and he’s staining the brick wall you have him pressed up against with ropes of his cum, strangled moans clawing from his throat. You don’t let up, fisting him until he’s milked dry and whining, and only then do you let go, your cum-covered hand securing its place on Rudy’s hip as you thrusts pick up, desperate to chase your own release.

He groans at the overstimulation but you mutter apologies into his skin, promising that you were close. He falls pliant against the wall, body rocking with the force of your thrusts as you edge closer to your release, rhythm becoming uneven and desperate until you’re pushing in as deep as you can, body stilling as you yank Rudy back by his hips and cum inside. 

Alejandro furiously strokes himself, hypnotised by the tensing of your body and the harsh breathes you release as your orgasm travels through you, his own pleasure stirring and coiling like a spring in his gut.

You give one final thrust and Rodolfo moans your name, a sound that has Alejandro quickly tumbling after you both. His teeth hurt with how hard he bites down, smothering the devastating moan that tears from his chest as he cums against the crate, cock twitching endlessly in his hold as pleasure sizzles through his veins.

He stays there, panting into the fabric as he watches you pull out with a groan, taking a moment to stare as your cum drips from Rodolfo. When Rudy makes no effort to move you pull his pants up for him, smoothing out his ruffled hoodie as he makes a weak attempt to step back. Alejandro quickly ducks into cover, eyes sealed shut in an effort to listen and make sure he wasn’t caught. He quietly sighs with relief as he hears your footsteps receding, willing for his heart to stop trying to leap from his chest.

Rodolfo’s legs are shaky, and he sends you a weak glare when you wrap an arm around his waist, tucking him into your side with a satisfied smile as you walk away. Maybe next time you could convince Alejandro to join in.

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KINKTOBER - #4

cock warming w/ bucky barnes x top!male reader kinktober masterlist

His hands rest atop his thighs, curled into fists as he waits for your permission. When your hand cups the side of his face he melts into it, tilting to meet your palm and he’s already feeling calmer, body growing lax as you lean down to kiss into his hair. Two fingers rest under his chin, and you encourage his head to move up slightly so you can kiss him on the lips - a slow, relaxed thing that has Bucky chasing after you as you pull away. You sit back, hands planted on the arms of your chair as you widen your legs. “Whenever you’re ready sweetheart.”

Bucky nods, shifting onto his knees (he’s thankful for the pillow you’d placed between your feet in preparation) to reach for your belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops to place it at your side before reaching for the zipper. He undoes it easily, this part well practised, and reaches in, drawing out your half hard cock. He gives it a few pumps, working you up to full hardness all the while you comb your hand through his hair, muttering praises every so often, not that Bucky can really hear them anymore, not with the way he’s focusing on your cock.

Everything had gotten too much - the sleepless nights, the nightmares that followed him through to the day, the unfamiliarity of it all, how even now he still feels out of place. He had come to you, a frown deeply settled in the lines of his face, unable to communicate what exactly was wrong, just that he wanted to not think for a while. Your suggestion had him agreeing quickly, knees sinking to the ground like a magnet being pulled to metal.

He leans in, pulling his hands away to take you in his mouth, the weight on his tongue instantly comforting - how you were completely around him, stroking him like a beloved pet, letting him take what he needed from you.

Your breath deepens the first few seconds, Bucky looking up at you with doe eyes as he bobs up and down until you’re in his throat, forcing him to breathe through his nose. His heart flutters at the way you smile down at him so genuine, your murmured “Good boy,” making him double his efforts until he feels tears building at the corners of his eyes and he can hear the wet sounds his mouth is making.

When your hand stops in his hair he stops, glassy, confused eyes meeting yours as you stare down at him. “This isn’t about me Buck, don’t push yourself.” He takes a moment before nodding, focusing on slowing down, only moving when he wants, tongue occasionally lapping at your slit when precum oozes out, your taste familiar, relaxing. His eyes slowly begin to droop as your fingers card through his hair again, thoughts melting away as your nails scratch against his scalp.

He hums deeply at your pleasured sigh, the hollowing of his cheeks stopping until he’s suckling at you, head falling against your inner thigh. You keep your voice low, calm, the rich timbre flowing through his veins. “That’s it, stay there as long as you want.” 

By the time you’re reaching over him to pull your keyboard to the edge of your desk he’s barely listening, floating in a peaceful nothing. It’s a struggle to type with only one hand, but previous attempts to remove your hand have been met with a whine echoing in the back of Bucky’s throat, so you settle back, idly typing away while like a well oiled machine your hand runs through his hair.

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KINKTOBER - #2

size kink w/ kyle "gaz" garrick x top!male reader kinktober masterlist

No matter how much prep you did beforehand Kyle still felt as if he was being split open, hands desperately clinging to his pillow to try and distract himself from the sting as you open him up inch by inch, pained groans leaving his lips as you push further, taking the time to stop and lean down, capturing his mouth in a sloppy kiss, one that leaves a thread of spit connecting you when you pull back to sink in deeper. He throws his head back when you finally bottom out, chest heaving as he tries to get his breathing under control - inhale, exhale.

The blood stops rushing in his ears when the warmth of your hands radiates on his hips and then slides up to his ribs, soothing him, bringing him back to you. Only, when your hands fall back down you freeze, and Kyle manages to crack open an eyelid (although he’s not sure when they shut) to crane his neck and look at you, your stare locked on his belly. 

You laugh in disbelief, taking one of his hands in yours to pull it to his belly and push down, leaving him to sharply inhale when he feels where his stomach has distended. He can’t help but stare, incredibly turned on for you to be big enough for you to show. 

Your lips quirk, fingers pushing his to the side to stroke the bulge. “Look how deep I am Kyle.” It feels like his nerves are on fire, the bump a prominent reminder of just how much bigger you were than him. 

The first time his eyes fell on you his stomach had tightened, gaze unashamedly taking in every detail of your body, and the fact that he, who had never really considered himself short, was only level with your chest had blood rushing to his cock.

While Kyle waited for his body to adjust he patted your arms until you got the hint, leaning over his body to link your fingers with his, Kyle’s obsession with your hands the worst kept secret. 

He couldn’t help it, eyes automatically locking onto your hands like they were performing the world’s greatest show when you were doing something monotonous - cleaning your weapons, flipping through files, and when your relationship was still blooming that first time he got to feel them on his body, how they made him feel small, secure, even when all you did something as simple as put your hand in the centre of his back to hold him close as you kissed him. He swears he was able to feel it for days afterwards, the residual heat from your palm lingering on his spine and his attraction went up a notch, desperate to feel the way your hands swallowed him up again.

Kyle whines as you detangle your fingers, attempting to keep them locked together until you kiss away his pout, distracting him long enough for you to plant your forearm above his head, body engulfing him. As soon as he realises the change in position he’s arching up into your touch, humming pleasantly as skin touches skin and somehow your cock sinks in deeper. His arms lock around you, hands appreciatively stroking the bulk of your back as you chain kisses down his neck. 

“Can I move?” You murmur against his skin, your free hand sliding down his side until you’re holding the back of his thigh. 

Kyle nods, whispering a barely audible “Please,” you would’ve missed if you weren’t so close. The hand around his thigh tightens, pulling it up while his other leg follows, both settling around either side of your hips as you slowly roll your body, grinding in before pulling out until just the tip. He groans, able to feel the way your cock drags along his walls, each time you repeat the action the pain gradually giving way to pleasure. 

You stay like this for minutes, exchanging lazy kisses while you fuck Kyle open, the resistance his body held growing weaker and weaker until you can thrust rhythmically, your pace familiar. 

The chorus of moans is broken when Kyle breathes out nice and easy, “Can I ride you?” You nod, sitting back on your heels to stretch out some of the tightness in your muscles before laying down on your back, hands instantly resting on Kyle’s waist when he straddles you, grinding his ass against your hard cock. 

He only stops when your hips rutt up, the grip on his skin tightening. With one hand he reaches back, pumping your slick cock a few times before lining himself up, this time his hole stretching willingly as he sinks down, hands moving to rest on your chest. 

Kyle isn’t as subtle as he thinks - fingers tracing down your stomach as he takes in your dishevelled state, and heat pools in his lower back when he thinks how you, someone so large that you could pin him down and use him as a toy if you wanted, is willing to roll onto your back and let him bounce on top of you, taking the pleasure he wanted, needed, all while holding him and encouraging him to move, letting him go at his own pace.

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KINKTOBER 2023

WEEK 1

October 2nd - Monsterfucking & Breeding w/ ftm!Miguel O'Hara

October 3rd - Size Kink w/ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

October 5th - Dirty Talk w/ Dom!Valeria Garza

October 6th - Cock Warming w/ Bucky Barnes

WEEK 2

October 9th - In Public & Being Watched w/ Rodolfo Parra & Alejandro Vargas

October 10th - Daddy Kink w/ Bratty!Simon "Ghost" Riley

October 12th - Sex Pollen w/ ftm!Steven Grant

October 13th - Mirror Sex & Praise w/ Din Djarin

WEEK 3

October 16th - In Public w/ Jake Lockley

October 17th - Sex Pollen & Daddy Kink w/ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

October 19th - Breeding Kink & Power Imbalance w/ ftm!Rodolfo Parra

October 20th - Hate fucking w/ Captain John Price

WEEK 4

October 23rd - Monsterfucking w/ Simon “Ghost” Riley

October 24th - Power Imbalance w/ Captain John Price

October 26th - Scent Kink w/ Santiago Garcia

October 27th - Mirror Sex w/ John "Soap" MacTavish

WEEK 5

October 30th - Mask Kink & Size Difference w/ John "Soap" MacTavish

October 31st - Mutual Masturbation w/ Steven Grant

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KINKTOBER - #7

sex pollen w/ ftm!steven grant x top!male readerkinktober masterlist

The low hissing of gas has you instantly alert, finding Steven’s eyes blown with concern as you frantically search for the source. Breathing soon becomes a struggle, lungs fighting for each breath as your mind grows foggy, vision beginning to blur. Steven appears as equally affected, barely able to stand without a hand resting against the table as he throatily hacks into the room, desperate for clean air.

You barely notice when the hissing stops, mind disoriented as your cock throbs in your pants, arousal a blazing inferno sweeping through your body like a wildfire. You should be more concerned, but you’re unable to focus on anything but the need for release and one glance at Steven shows that he's feeling the effects as well, thighs grinding against one another in an attempt to find relief.

Time seems to slow as you walk towards each other, bodies bogged down by desperation and when you meet it’s a messy clash of spit and saliva, lips moving against one another as hands wander, your hand dipping under Steven’s pants to find him already soaked, slick pooling in your palm at the barest of touches. Your hips buck forward at the feeling of his hand circling your cock, spreading your arousal and pumping you quick and harsh.

At the first push of your finger Steven moans, walls desperately fluttering around the digit and even as it sinks in as deep as it can he’s begging for more against your mouth. 

The second enters just as easily as the first, engulfed by a wet heat as Steven rocks against them. His fist tightens around your cock, but even as pleasure spikes hot in your blood it feels as if something’s missing, his hand isn’t enough and tears begin to gather in the corner of Steven’s eyes as your fingers rub against his walls, the dull ache of emptiness beginning to amplify to his core.

What you’re doing can barely be considered kissing at this point, panting against each other’s mouths and you don’t need to be told twice when Steven begs for more. With more force than you intended you push him against the table, a low groan rumbling from your throat as he hastily pulls down his pants and underwear to mid-thigh, leaving you the view of his hole clenching around nothing while his inner thighs are shiny with arousal.

Your cock is achingly hard, and when you release it from its confines you can hear the wet smack of your hand against your shaft as you stroke yourself, wasting no time in resting your head against his hole and pushing in, synchronous moans tumbling from you both as you bottom out. 

Relief floods through your system, the corners of your vision becoming a little less hazy as his cunt clings to your cock, inner muscles fighting to keep you pressed inside. Despite the pleasure from the feeling of his warmth around your cock your body urges you to draw out, knocking a moan loose from Steven’s lungs as you snap back in.

Normally you would wait longer before setting a frenzied pace but with how open he is you don’t need to, driving your cock back inside with the instinct to cum. Arousal continuously drips from Steven, leaving your cock with a sheen when you pull out that has you growing wild, rutting into him as if you were no more than a beast in heat.

Your ears are deaf to the animalistic moans your throat releases as you chase your high, uncaring when you feel Steven tighten around you and his legs tremble as you push him through his first orgasm, the release only aiding you in fucking against his slippery walls. It doesn’t satiate him, the ache still intense as you grip his hips, yanking him back to meet your thrusts, bodies connecting in a noisy collision of schlick schlick schlick. 

Arousal burns heavy in your gut, white-hot zings of pleasure hurtling down your spine as your balls tighten. With a few more thrusts it’s like a dam bursts - cock spilling rope after rope inside him, more than you’ve ever done before as Steven cums again, pleasure ripping through his system.

Your bodies shift against one another, milking each other dry of the last of your orgasms. You collapse against his back, breathing heavily as exhaustion ripples through your body, cock pressed deep inside and plugging him full of your cum. Steven rests his forehead against the table, attempting to let the coldness of it infiltrate his skin as his cunt weakly pulses around your length, clenching to keep your cum deep inside.

Despite the last of the contagion fleeing your system you find yourself barely able to move, content with resting against Steven as you fight to gain your awareness back.

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KINKTOBER - #8

mirror sex & praise kink w/ din djarin x top!male reader kinktober masterlist

He shivers as you kiss down his spine, leaving a hot trail that has him turning his head to try and look at but you’re quick to stop, eyes flickering up towards him. “Eyes on the mirror, Din.”

Din wordlessly turns, attempting to look anywhere but the reflection of his warming face. His cock throbs embarrassingly hard between his thighs, dripping pre like a leaky faucet despite the fact that you haven’t even fucked him yet - all you’ve done is kiss him a few places, run your fingers across his body and stretch him open, leaving his nerves to jump every time you touch him.

You press a kiss dangerously low at the bottom of his spine and he has to remind himself to breathe when you murmur “So pretty for me.” Din never thought much about his appearance, always hidden beneath his beskar, and he certainly never considered himself pretty, body marred by scars from years of hard work without proper armour. But then you came along and stripped him of that armour piece by piece, until all that was between you was his helmet and even then you never pushed, always respecting his creed until he’d taken it off and your breath had been stolen from your lungs.

His eyes were so warm, dark liquid pools that you could drown in. Facial hair that every time you kissed you could feel brush against your face, and it was during one of these moments that you pulled away and looked at him as if he were a galaxy and first called him pretty. Din was used to the regular praise that came with his work - a ‘good job’ or a ‘nice shot’, but he found himself blushing like he never had before when he was stripped beneath you as you murmured compliments into his skin.

Goosebumps ricochet down his body when you work your way up to press your chest against his back and hook your chin over his shoulder, eyes meeting in the mirror. Your hands travel down his stomach, reverently caressing until one wraps around his cock, causing him to release a sharp exhale. His hips twitch forward minutely before he steels himself, tilting his head as you kiss at his throat. “Always good for me Din. So perfect.”

Warmth floods through his veins, a barely concealed whine bubbling in his throat as you pull away just long enough to fist yourself briefly, lining yourself up with his hole, gaze locked on the way it stretches for you as you push in. He keens, a hand reaching back to secure itself on your hip as you lean back over, lips connected to his skin as you mouth at his shoulder.

A slow, low breath forces its way out as you inch inside, hands caressing the skin of his hips until your pelvis is flush with his ass where you pause, letting Din adjust to the feeling. His head falls, chin tucked against his chest while he waits for the last of the sting to leave his body. You let him, giving him the brief respite before he looks up again to see you already watching him, an enamoured look in your eyes.

It makes his stomach flutter, and when pleasure washes over your face as you grind your hips forward he can see why you had made him face the mirror. You retreat back on your heels, an arm laying across Din’s chest to pull him back with you, your cock sinking impossibly deeper. “Fuck, just look at you,” you airly breathe out, leaving Din no choice but to face his reflection.

His skin is shining with a light sheen of sweat, dark curls sticking to his forehead and when you jerk your hips up his vision blacks out, eyes uncontrollably shutting. “Ah ah,” you say, stopping your movements and his eyes open again. “That it’s, keep them open.”

He nods, instead focusing on watching you as you start a languid pace, drawing out each inch of pleasure. “Do you know how good you feel? Like you were made perfectly for me, I could sit here and stare at you for hours.”

Din shakes his head, face burning with arousal and a hint of embarrassment at being held open so easily. You don’t like that answer, a hand tightening on his hip while the other cups his jaw, forcing him to stare forward. “No? Look at you,” your hips grind forward slowly, sinking in as deep as you can with a satisfied groan. “This is what you do to me, feel it?” A quiet moan pours from his mouth as you nudge against his prostate, purposefully grinding against it as his thighs quiver. “If you don’t believe me,” you nip against his ear, a shiver rumbling through his body, “I’ll just have to keep going until you do.”

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