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alix!! fluff fics are always a nice start, and I’ve had painting my room on my mind. you could get the nark boys painting nick’s earth-apartment? lark started painting when mercedes got him into art therapy (henry suggested it to merc, but yk how lark is) and does little flowers on the baseboards, maybe?

anywho, best of luck with posting fics!! I’ll be sure to hype you up :)

ASBSINSOA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! This was soooo fun to write! (Went a little longer than I meant it to lol)

“Lark? What’re you doing here?”

Nick’s standing in the open doorway of his new apartment. He’s wearing black shorts and a loose grey tank, both splattered with dark red paint that could be mistaken for blood from some distance.

“Uh.. sparrow told me you were painting your apartment and I figured- do you want some help?”

“Yes.”

Nick opens the door wider and steps back to let Lark in. Splattered on the walls in uneven brush strokes are streaks of the same red paint on his clothing. The color’s dripping from the walls onto the floor.

“Nicky, what the hell is this?”

Nick’s face goes red and he scratches at the back of his head. “I… can’t paint. You know that.”

“Nick, this is an absolute disaster- were you seriously not planning to get anyone to help you?” Lark looks at him incredulously.

“I thought I could do it! And you’re here anyway!”

“Luckily for you,” Lark grumbles, picking up one of the abandoned paint brushes on the floor “let’s get started.”

Nick picks up the second brush and follows Lark’s lead, bringing the brush down in even strokes along the walls. They’re finished with the first in half the time it would have taken Nick, and Lark puts his brush down with a sigh, running a paint-covered hand through his hair and smearing the color into the brown strands. Nick laughs and Lark looks at him questioningly.

“What?”

“Nothing- just, your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

“You’ve got paint in it, see?” The demon brushes his hand through Lark’s hair and purposefully smudges the paint even more. Lark lets out an outraged noise and picks up his brush, flinging the droplets of paint at Nick, who raises his arms in front of his face to protect himself.

“Oh you are so on.”

The two begin to wrestle, the paint staining their skin and clothes until, panting, Lark collapses on the floor. Nick pins him down with one hand, sitting on his legs to keep him from moving.

“So you admit I win?”

“Fine, you little shit,” Lark pushes Nick’s hand off of his chest and leans up to kiss him. Nick happily melts into the kiss and lowers the two of them down until they’re parallel with the floor, Nick’s  arm wrapped around Lark’s waist.

“Got you,” Lark whispers into Nick’s ear and his pulls his hand from the demon’s face. Nick touches his cheek and grins when his hand comes away red.

“How dare you,” he says playfully, and stands up. Lark makes a noise of protest, but Nick just sticks his tongue out and heads towards the bathroom to wash the paint off. When he gets back, Lark’s doodling something in pink on the base of the wall, and Nick crouches next to him to watch. The moment Lark sees him he turns bright red and smudges the paint.

“No I wanna see! What were you drawing?”

“Nothing!” Lark says hurriedly. Nick narrows his eyes but changes the topic.

“Where’d you learn to paint anyway?” Nick asks, sitting against the wall to look at Lark.

“Art therapy. Mercedes signed me up for it a few years ago.”

Nick lets out a noise of contentment and the two sit in silence for a little longer until Lark leans over and presses his lips to Nick’s again, and then Nick’s up against the wall as the paint from Lark’s hand bleeds into his shirt.

Below them, just barely visible is a couple of doodled flowers, with N+L written in pink.

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hope you enjoyed it! I haven’t written in a while, sorry if it’s bad lol

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: Face Sitting w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: yet another fanfic that hasn't been prewritten! anywho, i don't really have anything to say today besides i love you guys and thank you for all the love that you all are sending me! i really do appreciate it!

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Daryl couldn't really tell you when just being close to you wasn't enough. When he felt a deep, rabid need to be near you, on you, inside you, to just simply be suffocated by you, you, you.

It wasn't like your intimate life was stale, if anything, it was anything but, but being fucked by you just wasn't enough.

"Gotta taste ya." He panted against your lips, hands frantically shooting to the band of your pants. "Okay," You panted. "Okay, okay, okay." You repeated to yourself breathlessly, hurriedly flopping on your back and shimmying your tattered jeans and panties down your wide, plush hips.

You laid there, legs spread, needy and waiting.

"What are you doing?" You asked incredulously. "I-" His words caught in his throat. "Not like tha'..." He trailed off, eyes slipping down to your soaking center, your labia shining with your arousal.

"Like what then?"

"Want ya to sit on my face." He confessed nervously. 

Your eyebrows shot up, your eyes widening in the process as you took in your anxious boyfriend. Sure, the idea of crushing him made you skeptical, but it wasn't common for Daryl to outright state what he wants. 

"Sure." You agreed with a reassuring smile.

Daryl looked at you like the sun shined out of your ass, the mixed emotion of relief and excitement present on his face as you maneuvered onto his body. He scooted down, his back now against the mattress as you placed yourself on his chest. "Tell me if I smother you, okay?" You asked. 

He nodded, "I will." He won't.

Descending further up, your juices smeared onto his lips, as if coaxing him to eat the devil's fruit. 

He couldn't wait any longer, and in his haste his arms wrapped around your full, succulent thighs and pulled you down, fully seating you on his face. You yelped in surprise, but it quickly melted into a moan as your hand shot down to grip his long, brunette strands.

"Daryl…" You whimpered. You could feel your legs quivering around his head with every stroke of his tongue up your sensitive slit, the muscle caressing your clit gently.

Unwrapping his arms from around your thighs, his large, callused hands gripped your hips, dragging your cunt up and down his tongue.

"Fuck!" You cried, your hesitancy quickly melting away as you began grinding on your own accord. You let your hands settle over his to help give yourself a better grip to chase your orgasm, rocking back and forth.

"There!" You breathed, your head falling back. "Right there, D. Don't stop!" He groaned in response, the vibrations of his timbre voice shooting up your spine and forcing a shiver from your nerves.

His nose bumped your clit, his wet muscle buried deep inside of your needy, clenching cunt, massaging your velvety walls with an eager fervor of a man starved.

"I'm- I'm!" Before you could finish, you were cumming, legs shaking and quivering around his head. Your hips bucked and moved wildly, working yourself through your end as the tenseness in your stomach loosened.

Your chest heaved, lungs begging for air as you lifted yourself off of Daryl.

"Shit, D. Are you okay?" You asked breathlessly, looking at his reddened, and slick soaked face. 

"I think-" His voice was raspy and broken. "I jus' saw heaven."

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𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

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a/n: hi my loves! sorry this one is a day late I'm having issues with google docs atm and i was in the emergency room with my brother but i'm back now <3

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cody x fem!reader warnings: grinding, dirty talk, overall porn without plot x word count: 464

As Cody walked through the front door, he could hear the needy whines from your bedroom. Still fully clad in his armour he snuck through the apartment until he could see your open door. The view of you grinding against a pillow, desperately bucking your hips into the fabric, mumbling his name repetitively. It was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen you do. Removing his codpiece he enjoyed the few for a minute before getting an idea.

“Cyare, all you had to do was call” He smirked watching as you jumped from the bed in shock. “Cody you fucking pervert!” You shouted. “Nothing I haven’t seen before” He teased. “You’re late,” You tell him. “Yeah? And someone has no patience” He replied sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you to his lap. You kissed him hard, he’d been gone all day and it was hard not to be so needy thinking of Cody. “How about you use my thigh like you did that pillow” He whispered removing his armour for you to get comfortable on him. “Cody” You whined nuzzling into his neck.

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re being a brat right now baby, follow your orders” He whispers, you knew you were playing a dangerous game being whiny with him. “Yes commander” You mumbled. His hands were set on your hips beginning to guide your movements how he liked. The fabric of his blacks felt amazing against your pussy. Your wetness soaked through and you could feel how he flexed his thigh beneath you. “Commander” You whimpered. Cody admired your movements as you started to rut desperately. “Look at you mesh’la, so horny for me,” He said slapping your ass, encouraging you to go faster.

He continued to kiss you, your lips becoming swollen from his bites as you fucked against his thigh. “I can feel how wet you are it’s pathetic” He smirked against your neck beginning his trail of hickeys. “Cody please, I need your cock. T-This isn’t enough” You beg. “Yes, it is. You know you can baby” “I can’t” You replied breathlessly craving all of him. “Do it” He growled threading his fingers through your hair to tug on them, giving him better access to your neck. “Be a good slut for me”

Your hips began to move erratically chasing your orgasm. Cody admired how pathetic you looked. So desperate and wrapped up in your own pleasure that you didn’t care how you looked. “Cum for me baby, you know you want to” He smirked watching the familiar look on your face as you came repeating his name. You soaked his thigh perfectly resting your head against his armoured shoulder already feeling fucked out. “On the bed, we’re not finished yet Cyare” He whispered.

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[icashi]

as the story goes, masterpost

since this series wont get updated and written in something resembling chronological order, this is the masterpost and something akin to a timeline.

summaries, titles, ratings, etc. after the keep reading line.

bear in mind that the endgame of this series is most definitely gensaku aka shiranui genma / haruno sakura. that means an age gap of 15-ish years, and at some point genma teaches sakura some things. if thats not your cup of tea, i kindly ask you to scroll on.

thank you!

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series started: 2021/06/06

series ended: -

ao3 series description: when naruto and sasuke graduate the academy, haruno sakura is a member of the genin corps and a whole fifteen years old. things change.

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(main) ship: haruno sakura / shiranui genma (gensaku)

(implied/background) ships:

uchiha sasuke / uzumaki naruto (sasunaru)

hyuuga neji / nara shikamaru (shikaneji)

yamanaka ino / sai (inosai)

rock lee / gaara (gaalee)

hatake kakashi / yamato (kakayama)

tbd.

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timeline, as known by the readers:

Pre-Team 7: Graduation at 12 - Failed, sent to Genin Corps Interim 1st Graduate Class Fill-In at 13 - Failed Interim 2nd Graduate Class Fill-In at 14 - Failed (Part 7) Interim (Part 3, 4, 2)

Team 7: 3rd Graduate Class Fill-In at 15 (Part 6) Bell Test (Part 8) Pre-Wave Mission (Part 5)

Post-4th Shinobi War: Realizations at ?? (Part 1)

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updated: 2021/07/02

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in order of writing/posting. the proper timeline is as above the cut;

silent voices (and a rasp like brittle glass) - ao3, tumblr

not rated, no archive warnings apply, no tw. 776 words. gensaku, faintly implied narusasu.

They didn't like how self-made she was. They didn't like her bright hair, her piercing eyes, her wrapped knuckles, her battle-worn body, her softly glowing hands breathing life into lost causes. No, they didn't like her at all. - Maybe, it was time to show them how little she cared for their idle thoughts.

all of us (and such is the snapdragon truth) - ao3, tumblr

not rated, no archive warnings apply, no tw. 386 words. no ships.

She held her re-deployment papers in one hand and a book in the other. Maybe Sakura still held out hope, maybe it was crushed the second the words fully registered. Third time's the charm, yes? - Well, she didn't see any charm in this team constellation.

two, three, four (add some senbon for the road) - ao3, tumblr

not rated, no archive warnings apply, no tw. 652 words. no ships.

There was always that one asshole that would try and obstruct Sakura's path to knowledge. Unfortunately, that man viewed it all as a giant joke and patronized her every other second. No, she would just try another day, no doubt about it. - Not with the Sandaime's promise at her back.

crossroads, me and you (and a senbon for your hopes) - ao3, tumblr

not rated, no archive warnings apply, no tw. 626 words. no ships.

Nobody expects poison-tipped senbon to fly at them out of the blue, least of all Sakura. And yet, here they are. He is so far above her station, above her rank that it's not even funny. - He doesn't seem to notice, though.

unsatisfactory (and no hopes for betterment) - ao3, tumblr

not rated, no archive warnings apply, no tw. 278 words. no ships.

There were many thoughts to be had on Hatake Kakashi and the genin team that he didn't fail. Unsurprisingly, Sakura is one of the voices in the back that paint the picture of a lazy sensei that should have never passed them.

[alixuniversewrites-blog]

These violent thoughts, They do not belong to you. They tell you things, Your others, But they are not you. You do not understand, And you feel, A certain injustice. Who has ever said that to you?

My others • alixwrites • 02/04/17

[ao3feed-jarchie]

An Awkward Awakening

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by AlixWrites

A series of possibly awkward, possibly hot, possibly kinky interactive Jarchie encounters that you can vote on outcomes of the storyline or submit prompts to. (check notes for Gmail or use the comment section, subscribe if you feel like it)

Words: 383, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Jarchie

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones

Relationships: Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones

Additional Tags: Wet Dream, Awkward Sexual Situations, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Fantasy

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Send asks to my writing blog, @alixwrites !

I am taking writing requests! Send me an ask!

Fandoms:

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

Trials of Apollo

Magnus Chase

Sanders Sides

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Artemis Fowl

The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters

School for Good and Evil

Maximum Ride

Prompts:

“Aren’t you going to stop him?” “Nope, I’ve given up trying.”

“I’m begging you, please don’t lock yourself in your room.”

“On a scale of one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking?”

“This. This is why we don’t listen to you.”

She wore her scars as her best attire; A stunning dress made of hellfire.

“I-I can’t stop it. I’m sorry…” “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe. You don’t have to be sorry for anything. I’ve got you.”

“Yeah, I have a plan.” “Is it a good one?” “I have a plan.”

“How dare you! I… I trusted you!” “Sweet, naive little girl. Trust is for children. You, my dear, are a soldier.”

“Did you see that?” “Um…” “The correct answer is no, no you didn’t. Now walk faster.”

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alixwrites has found the safe house

"I was about to go to the beach! Don't look at me like that. But if you want to see Chiara, she's in there." Isabelle exclaimed, pointing at the door behind her once she'd zipped up her jacket so her bikini was hidden.

[alix-is-o-a-k]

Yeah! I finally finished the thing I was working on in order to procrastinate!

Nark, 939 words.

Summary: Nick helping Lark after a fight

tw: blood, guns, canon-typical violence.

Lark coughed and touched his fingers to the side of his face. They came away red, the blood dripping from the open wound and staining the ground. The fence  behind him had splatters of the same blood, too much of it for him to not be light headed.

In front of him stood a creature, an acolyte of the doodler, that he had stumbled across while on a morning run. They hadn’t learned of an incursion point anywhere near the area, but Lark seemed to have unwittingly opened one earlier than expected.

He fumbled for the gun at his side and aimed it at the acolyte’s chest. His hands shook from lack of blood as he pressed a finger down on the trigger and heard the gun click.

“Fuck,” he whispered, throwing the gun down and using the fence to push his way to standing as the creature approached. He grabbed his last weapon (a knife tucked into his boot) and lunged toward the creature, attempting to stab into its heart. But with his weakened reflexes, the acolyte shoved the knife out of his hand and he collapsed to the ground.

In his pocket, his phone began to ring.

He punched the side of his earbud to turn it on and growled into it “not a good time, Nick.”

The voice on the other side was panicked as he said, “LARK! What the fuck? I’m at DADDIES, your vitals are all over the place! What’s going on???”

“Fucking acolyte surprised me and I’m out of weapons.”

“Shit! I’ll-“

The line went silent and Lark cursed again as the acolyte stomped down on his phone, shutting the contact off. The acolyte lifted its hand and shot a bolt of fire at Lark, who shut his eyes and prepared for the flame to hit him.

But it didn’t.

Instead, he carefully opened his eyes to find that a portal had appeared in front of him, transporting the acolyte’s bolt of fire into hell, where it disappeared among the other flames. Nick stood in front of the portal, his hand just returning the katana to it’s sheath as the acolyte died in front of him.

“Show off,” Lark muttered as he tried to stand up. His head swam and he ended up falling back to the floor, temples pounding.

“Shut up songbird, I just saved your life,” Nick didn’t seem to have noticed Lark’s injuries as he approached, handing him the empty gun and offering his hand to help him up.

“Fuck- I don’t think I can stand,” Lark said after a failed attempt at standing with Nick’s help.

Nick knitted his eyebrows and looked Lark over, “what happened?”

“It’s my head. That thing threw me into the fence.”

Nick crouched to look at Lark’s wound, and the blood rushed out of his face as he moved Lark’s hair from the injury.

“Fuck, Lark! This is bad,” Nick ripped off a strip of fabric from his shirt and pressed it to Lark’s head, “this is really bad. We need to get you somewhere else.”

Nick snapped his fingers and the portal changed, showing the inside of an apartment building now. He picked up Lark, (who was too tired to do anything but mumble some half-hearted disagreements) and carried him to the portal, shutting it once he’d stepped through.

Lark came to a few minutes later. He was seated on Nick’s couch, a first aid kit and some empty healing potions at his feet. Nick had almost finished wrapping his head in gauze when he stirred, and he stopped bandaging him for a moment to let him wake up.

“Lark? Hey babe,” Nick whispered, brushing some of the hair out of Lark’s face, “how do you feel?”

“Mhhh,” Lark groaned. His head pounded as he tried to sit up, stopped by Nick placing a hand on his chest to hold him down.

“Don’t sit up yet. Hold on, I’ll get you a glass of water,” Nick jumped to his feet and came back a few moments later with the  water, holding it against Lark’s lips to let him swallow it.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Nick finished wrapping his head and tucked the gauze in, “feel better?”

“A bit.”

“Good. Want me to leave you alone for a while?”

Lark tried to shake his head, but it just ended up making his head hurt more, “no. Stay.”

“Sure,” Nick said, putting his arm around Lark and letting him rest his head on his shoulder.

“How long was I out?” Lark asked, mumbling the words into Nick’s neck.

“Not long. A few minutes, at most,” Nick took Lark’s face in one of his hands and raised it to meet his, “Lark, I was really scared. Don’t do that again.”

“I wasn’t trying to.”

“I know. But- just call me next time? I don’t like seeing you like,” he gestured to Lark’s head, “this.”

Lark put his head back on Nick’s shoulder  and Nick felt his body begin to shake. It only took him a moment to realize what was happening, as his shirt began to get wet.

“Lark?”

“Nicky, I thought I was going to die.”

“Songbird,”  Nick began to card his hands through Lark’s hair, minding the bandages, “I’d never let you die.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

Nick leaned down and pressed his lips to Lark’s. Lark smiled weakly into the kiss as Nick wiped the tears from his eyes. After a few moments, Lark pulled away to rest his head  on Nick’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

“Hey songbird?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“You to.”

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: Size Kink w/ Jim Hopper

a/n: IT'S THE WAY I'VE NEVER WRITTEN FOR HOPPER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER?!?!? and here i am calling myself a dilf lover. anyways, i hope i managed to capture hop's character right because honestly, it's been a while since I've watched stranger things.

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It was no secret to anyone that Jim was a big man, always having to start out his day with a healthy donut or two at the station followed up by a large cup of coffee.

You didn’t care much that he was chunky or had a stomach, if anything, you rather took pleasure in the feeling of his solid but soft body pressed against your own. But lord, was the sweet pressure of his body pressing down on yours not heaven sent.

“Jim, baby, I - ah!”

Large hands gripped your malleable hips, holding them down onto the mattress of the bed so he could roughly thrust inside of you. Your nails scratched at his back, but it was no use, your boyfriend’s large cock continually stroking against your g-spot. You could feel his deep, hot puffs of air from the crease of your neck where his head was buried in, his thick mustache and fine beard hair burning the sensitive skin. 

With every squirm of your body from under his own provoked him to press his body down onto yours harder, broad shoulders covering the expanse of your naked form. 

“You’re so big, Jimmy. So big.” You gasped, feebly trying to arch your back even though your body couldn’t move. He groaned; loud, deep, and gruff into your flesh, forcing a shiver down your spine. 

“You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can.” He encouraged with a rough snap of his hips, a loud clap from where your lower body met his. His praise caused you to clench down on him, the rhythm of his thrusts getting disrupted. “Fuck- do that again.” He grunted. 

You whined in embarrassment but nonetheless clenched again, desperately trying to suck him deeper inside of you selfishly.

“‘Need it harder, baby, please!” You whined, your nails dragging themselves down the expanse of his back. 

“I gotcha, honey, I gotcha.” He hissed, reeling back only to slam into you once more.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄: Aftercare w/ Aaron Hotchner

a/n: MEAU GETTING THE MOTIVATION TO UPLOAD?!?!!! never thought i'd see the day!! i have a couple of things in the works that i'll hopefully be able to finish for you all!! thank you so much for your patience with this challenge �� hopefully this year's kinktober is better!

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Soft kisses and comforting, warm hands was the first thing you felt as you came down from your high. It was quite the contrast you were feeling really, with your body sweaty spent, but oh so loved.

"Sweetheart?" You heard Aaron rasp into your ear. You hummed lazily, blinking your bleary eyes open to look at him.

"Well, hey handsome." You teased, eyes raking up and down at his naked chest. Though he was soft, he definitely had some hard muscle hidden under the plush — if his pecs were anything to show for it, but you digress. He smiled softly at your joke, taking your clammy hand and running his kiss swollen lips over your knuckles.

"You don't look too bad yourself." He bit back playfully. You snorted and rolled your eyes, arching your back to stretch out your sore limbs. Ever the gentleman, Aaron ignored the fact that your bare breasts rose into the air ever so slightly due to you movement, your nipples hardened into stiff peaks.

"I would hope so." You mumbled. He let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head slightly incredulously.

"Do you feel okay? You want to get cleaned up?" His question had finally tuned you in to the stickiness that had persperated between your thighs. You bit your lip thoughtfully. "A part of me wants to say yes, but the other…" You dragged a finger from the curve of his stubbled jaw to his neck, the tip of it trailing off on his slightly hairy chest. "Wants to stay here with you." You finished, gazing up at him with hooded eyes.

"As tempting as that sounds, what I asked was a rhetorical question."

"I figured, but I tried." You snorted in amusement, watching him get up from the bed and search for his black boxers.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄: Manhandling w/ Joel Miller

a/n: i've been trying to upload whenever i have the chance and when i do, i always get so much positive feedback and it warms my heart!! thank you so much for all the notes and the witty reblogs, they really do make my day! :]

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"Now, jus' where do think you're going?" Joel asked condescendingly.

You felt the older man grip you by your ankle and drag you back down the bed. You knew crawling away from him was futile, but God, you couldn't take another orgasm.

"Told ya, ya had a lesson to learn, didn't I?" He growled. He grabbed you by your hips and flipped you over effortlessly, your back flopping against the mattress due to the impact. Your chest heaved up and down as you looked at him with watery, pleading eyes.

"I learned it, Fuck- Joel…" You begged.

He spread open your sticky thighs, gazing down at his cum leaking out of you. "No," He bit. "Ya haven't. Ya've only learned it when I say ya've learned it."

You moaned out helplessly once more when he slammed himself back into you. His fingers digging into the fat at the back of your thighs.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: Body Worship w/ Spencer Reid

a/n: i've been so busy recently and honestly, i've been procrastinating kinktober since november started UGHHH.

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His kisses were light as his lips descended down your naked body. His hands trailed over your soft skin, lithe hands gripping at your breasts and the fat of your waist. He placed a delicate kiss right above your bellybutton, pulling a shiver from you.

"You're so pretty." Spencer couldn't help but breathe, sitting back on his haunches. His hands were gentle when he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, the man placing firmer kisses this time. His affection began at your ankle all the way up to plush of your inner thigh. He stopped before he reached where you needed him most, setting down the limb only to get started on right leg to do the same thing.

There was a feral energy that surrounded the naked genius, the love that he was expressing for you and your body was like hot fire running through your veins. If it weren't for the fact that the two of you were naked, you really wouldn't have thought the two of you were supposed to be having sex right now.

Tonight was your first night being together fully, both of you stripping the other to their most vulnerable state. It was like as soon as your clothes came off, he just had to touch you, to show you that he wanted to gaze upon your bare skin for the rest of his life. Even if his memory wasn't eidetic, he would have still found a way to commit this moment to memory.

You had been the one that was a bit hesitant to be intimate with him, but now you were being proved wrong, oh so very wrong.

"Spencer…" You whispered, as if you were afraid to break whatever had settled over the air. "Yes, Angel?" He asked just as quiet. He peered up at you, his gorgeous big brown puppy dog eyes blown out with a different kind of lust.

"Please… touch me." You pleaded with a whine, taking his hand that was caressing your inner thigh to your leaking center.

You almost couldn't believe it, but somehow his eyes got ever wider.

"I got you, sweetheart. I got you."

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: Window Sex w/ CEO!Bucky Barnes

a/n: i am stubborn and i refuse to not finish this challenge SOOOO sit back as i post these throughout november and december!! this is your christmas present and my gratitude for all of the support you've all given me :]

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This was supposed to be a nice date where you went out to eat at a stupidly expensive restaurant, then afterwards Bucky would take you literally anywhere you wanted to go and would spend as much money on you as you wanted.

It was like clock work at this point, it had been this way when you were only his sugar baby and not his fiancee, but now that you were to be married, it got even worse. Every little thing you'd say, he'd commit to memory, like one night you'd told him that you wanted to see the world one day.

So, of course Bucky bought the tallest building in the city for you. To say you were in shock and awe would honestly be an understatement, but the words were stolen right out of your mouth when he pressed his body against yours from behind you.

You knew what he wanted, and who gets to say they fucked in the tallest building of New York that you now owned? A rich woman's luxuries, you suppose.

"Fuck, Buck!" You squealed, hands pressing hard against the class. The lavish day dress that you ventured out in this evening now lay pushed up over your hips. Bucky's suit was completely untucked, his pants dropped all the way down to his ankles.

Vulnerability with your finacee used to be luxury when you weren't together, but now it's almost like a second nature.

"You think those people can see us from down there?" He rasped, his hands tightly gripping your hips. Your gut twisted at the idea, partly in embarrassment but also in arousal. "Mhm." You whined in denial.

"No?" His question of amusement exited him in a slight pant. "You wanna change that, huh? Pull your dress down those beautiful tits and press 'em against the glass?" His dirty words caused you to clench down on him, your hips desperately flying back to meet his.

"Ah— fuck." He swore. "You like that, huh?" He cooed.

"Alright then baby, give 'em a show."

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐈𝐗: Voice Kink w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: hello, friends!! i don't have a lot to say for today, just that i hope you guys are doing well and i appreciate all of your support recently!! :]

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Sometimes waking up is a curse.

No, it wasn't because of the dead walking around the walls outside at every hour of the day, nor the constant feeling of looming dread; it was because every single morning without fail, Daryl would set some sort of blaze inside of your body alive. Either that be when his hands accidentally latch onto your tits or ass, or when he just speaks.

"Mornin'." He grumbled. He turned to bury his head in your chest, his scruff scratching at the sensitive skin of your neck. You shivered, your leg that was wrapped around him tightening on instinct.

It was also his voice, the one that could speak so sweetly to you, but at the same time whisper the dirtiest things into your ear while he had you bent in half.

"Morning." You squeaked out tightly. Your greeting forced his head from your body, his smoldering eyes gazing up at you.

"Wha's wrong?" He asked, the arm that was wrapped around you opting to hold on to your hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the exposed skin. Though you weren't wearing any pants, your shirt had ridden up, exposing the stretch mark tattered skin.

"Nothing." His eyebrow quirked slightly, letting you know that he doesn't believe you. With a huff your head sagged against your pillow, opting to take a piece of his hair and twirling around your finger. Your skin flushed at the words of admittance that were about to come out of your mouth.

"I dunno—" You shrugged in feign nonchalance. "I don't want you to feel pressured and it's early and I know you just woke up and—" He said your name. "Yer ramblin'. Jus' tell me sunshine." He said lovingly. "Your morning voice is really hot and I may or may not be extremely turned on."

"Is tha' so?" He asked teasingly. That same hand that moved to hold your hip now gripped your ass, the man pressing your lower halves closer together. You held back a whimper when you came in contact with his bare thigh, but nonetheless you grinded against it.

"Ya still needy from last night? 'Thought I fucked ya good." He hummed. He helped to aid you in your dry humping. You found a smooth rhythm. "You did! Fuck— you did." You moaned, your hips jolting.

You could feel your wetness stick to the fabric of your panties, the underwear fully ruined. You knew Daryl could feel your arousal smearing on his thigh, but he didn't really care, the archer more adamant about making you cum than anything.

"Mhm… feels so good." You gasped. "Fuckin' yerself on my thigh this early. Wha' a dirty girl." He teased. He let you take the reigns in your own pleasure, allowing you to use his muscle to get yourself off. You were jolting and squirming in his hands, almost like putty in a way.

"Fuck, baby. Keep talking." You begged, your orgasm on the tips of your fingers. You could feel that coil in your stomach tighten, that tingling in your lower back that indicated you were about to cum.

"'M gonna make ya cum, my sweet girl. I gotcha." He cooed. He finally pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your pitiful noises.

Your legs spasmed around his as you came, your breathing ragged as you had to force yourself away from the kiss. He worked you through it, delicately dragging you on himself until you whimpered out in overstimulation.

"Shit…" You breathed, a delirious smile on your face.

"So, my voice, huh?"

"Shut up." You commanded bashfully, hiding your flushed face in his chest.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Love Bites w/ Spencer Reid

a/n: y'all probably thought that i gave up on this challenge but never fear, it just took me a moment to get back in the groove! i may let it get away from me, but it'll never not be completed!

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You would think that since Spencer was such a private person, he'd have an aversion to things like hickies or marks being left behind on his skin, but much to your surprise — and excitement — he all but begs for them.

"Please…" His plea came out as a whimper, long fingers tangled up in your hair as you placed light, teasing kisses on the side of his jaw and the flesh of his neck.

Your night hadn't started out like this; you had clambered into bed next to Spencer, cuddling up to his side as he reread whatever book was on the menu tonight. Soon, the TV show that you were watching wasn't cutting it anymore, and when the kiss that you had placed on the underside of his jaw pulled a shiver out of him, you knew you'd found your next source of entertainment.

"What do you need from me, Spencie?" You cooed lazily, placing another sloppy kiss closer to his pulse point. Your touchy hands stroked his chest up and down, purposefully dragging themselves over his nipples. 

"I don't—" He gulped nervously. "Your mark." He confessed in embarrassment. 

You smirked but nevertheless began to suck on his skin, nibbling the skin gently before moving to another patch. 

"Do you know where my scarf is? You know, for uh— for tomorrow." He moaned breathlessly. 

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