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Day Twenty-Two: Cuckolding w/ Jaehyun & Johnny (& XJ, HD)

Words: 3,796

** cuckolding (in this case, consensual), voyeurism, degradation, gets fluffy towards the end though

Cuckold (noun)

a man whose wife is sexually unfaithful, often regarded as an object of derision. OR A man who finds arousal in watching his girlfriend/wife having sex with another man.

The first time was with Hendery. 

Jaehyun was out of the country, you were horny. Hendery was just… there.

You didn’t know him well, neither did he know you well. You’d met him on a few occasions when you were with Jaehyun, and he was handsome and funny. It was a coincidence that you ran into him, that you recognized each other. 

The better coincidence was that Hendery didn’t seem to hesitate in accepting your advances. He wanted you too.

He had the dorm all to himself for the better part of the day, and he took you there. He showed you to his bedroom, and he let you push him onto the bed and kiss him. He touched you, he kissed you, and he fucked you right there like he didn’t care that you were in a relationship with Jaehyun. In fact, he made light of the situation.

“Does Jaehyun hyung not fuck you right? You have to come find it elsewhere?” He’d said as he bent your knee up to your shoulder. “What would he think if he knew you were fucking around with me?”

Little did Hendery know, Jaehyun probably wouldn’t care too much. 

Your relationship with Jaehyun was embedded in solid rock foundations. It wasn’t going anywhere. There was no chance of it crumbling around you. He knew that you loved him entirely, and that nothing and no one could change that. You’d joked with him before that if he’s ever gone for too long touring or anything you’d have to find someone else to fuck since your sex drive wouldn’t be able to handle him being away for so long, and Jaehyun had just kissed you long and deep, passionately stealing your breath away before he’d told you that you’d just better not fall in love.

You’d taken a selfie in Hendery’s bed before you left, catching a snapshot of his chest and his arm, a hint of his jaw. He’d fallen asleep, and you slipped out before any of his other members could come home.

When Jaehyun finally returned to you, you showed him the photo and told him, “I told you I’d have to find someone to fill me in your absence.” 

Jaehyun’s ears had gone pink, and for a moment you worried that it was anger and not embarrassment, that his previously cavalier attitude about you sleeping with someone else hadn’t been as easy-going as you’d assumed.

“Did he kiss you?” Jaehyun asked, lifting his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

“Yes,” you speak truthfully. You’re not going to lie to Jaehyun about any of this. Even if you’re not staying totally faithful to just his cock, you’re going to be honest about it.

Jaehyun kisses you, hand pressed to your lower back, stealing your breath away. When he breaks the kiss it’s only to lean his forehead against yours. “What else did he do to you?”

You smile, and then you tell him everything. Every action, every word, every feeling that you felt with Hendery. Jaehyun replicates it all, marking you again as his.

And the next time he sees Hendery at the company building, Jaehyun tells you about how Hendery acted so cocky around Jaehyun, smirking at him like Hendery knew a secret Jaehyun didn’t. And it’s only a few days after that Jaehyun comes over to see you, all dimples and giggles as he throws himself down on your bed and tells you that he overheard a whispered rumor from around the corner earlier.

“They were saying I’m a cuck,” he laughs. “That Hendery had sex with my girlfriend while I was gone, and I’m totally unaware.”

“You find it funny?” You ask, climbing over him. “They think your girlfriend is a cheating slut? That you’re insufficient in bed, so I have to go seeking good dick elsewhere?”

Jaehyun laughs. “Well, I know the truth, don’t I? You just missed me. You told me it was going to happen, you just didn’t say with who. Like I said, just don’t fall in love with anyone but me.”

The second time it happens, it’s Xiaojun.

Much like Hendery, you don’t know him all that well. Unlike Hendery, Jaehyun suggested Xiaojun to you.

“If you’re interested while I’m away,” he says one day while you’re in bed. “I heard a rumor that Xiaojun thinks you’re sexy. And after hearing about you and Hendery, he wonders if he’d have a chance.”

“How do you know this stuff?” You ask.

Jaehyun shrugs, massaging a hand over your bare thigh. “I just hear about it. Everyone’s whispering constantly–the members, the managers, staff members–they all gossip. I just have to be quiet, and I hear them. Now, what do you say? Xiaojun? He’s fit.”

You do it because Jaehyun’s right. Xiaojun is fit. You like his muscles, his eyebrows. You like the sound of his laugh, and you really like it when he plows into you, when Xiaojun holds himself above you with his muscular arms around you. 

It’s fun and different with him. You get to go home afterwards, knowing that you’re going to call Jaehyun and tell him about it, that Xiaojun is going to spread more of the gossip that you’re having affairs, that you’re a slut that can’t keep her legs closed while Jaehyun is traveling. 

But at the end of the day, all you want is Jaehyun. 

You don’t mind using the others' cocks to get off, but the only one that means anything, the only one that you have any kind of attachment to, is Jaehyun.

So even though you fuck Xiaojun twice more while Jaehyun’s away, the moment that your boyfriend is back, you tumble him into bed and you don’t let him leave until late the following morning. 

“You’re mine,” you tell him, clinging to him from behind as he sits up in bed. “I love you.”

The third time involves Johnny. 

You know Johnny. You’ve met him countless times when you’ve been at the dorms, when he’s been out with you and Jaehyun, a few times when he’d dropped your tipsy boyfriend off at your place for a sleepover. He’s a good friend to Jaehyun, so you’d never have imagined him as a possibility. 

Until he’s right there. 

The guys didn’t all live together anymore, and even the last time they’d lived within the same building, Jaehyun and Johnny hadn’t lived within the same apartment. But for some reason, Johnny had come over to Jaehyun’s this morning, just letting himself into the apartment. 

You’re actually in the midst of giving Jaehyun a very thorough good morning, head beneath the blanket when the bedroom door suddenly pops open. 

In walks Johnny, his face pink from the blustery winter air outside. He frowns when he sees you sitting up, your hair in disarray, and your lips slick with saliva. 

Jaehyun doesn’t bother covering up. 

“Hyung?” 

Johnny stares at you for a long moment before looking at Jaehyun’s face. “Dude, you know she’s cheating on you, right? I thought you broke up with her.”

Those words make your heart plunge into your belly. But Jaehyun laughs, smiling over at you as he runs his fingers back through his hair. 

“No, she’s not.” Jaehyun locks eyes with you. 

Johnny, growing more frustrated by the second, argues, “Have you not heard the rumors? Everyone’s talking about how your girlfriend fucked Hendery and Xiaojun. How every time you’re out of town she fucks someone new.” He waves an accusatory hand in your direction. “I know you’ve heard about it. Doyoung said he’s told you about it all.”

“I know.” Jaehyun nods. “But it’s okay.”

“So… What? You like her getting dick from other guys?” Johnny makes an incredulous face. “You know you’re not enough for her? So you let her get fucked by guys you know, who are just gonna shit talk you behind your back?”

“She’s insatiable, hyung.” Jaehyun reaches over to you, his hand patting at your thigh. “If I’m not enough to fill her appetite, I’ll let her snack elsewhere. As long as she comes to me for her main meals and dessert.”

You like the way he phrases it, like you’re just a glutton. In some ways, you suppose you are. 

“But everyone knows,” Johnny says. “By now even the fans must have heard rumors that you’ve got a girlfriend who’s sleeping around. Xiaojun has pictures and videos, you know.”

Jaehyun sits up in bed then for the first time, staring stiffly at Johnny. “Well, have you seen the videos or the pictures, hyung? Because that would make you just as guilty as him.”

“He’s not showing them to anyone.” Johnny looks quickly at you. “How can you sit here beside him, looking perfectly fine as I tell him about you?”

“Because it is fine.” You shrug. “Do you think he doesn’t know? Jaehyun’s already told you he knows. I’ve told him. I’ve shown him pictures and videos. I’ve told him about what we did. Jaehyun likes knowing about my escapades with other men. Why does it bother you so much?” You pull yourself out from beneath the sheets, crawling slowly across the bed toward where Johnny’s standing. “Haven’t you wondered, in all of your listening to these rumors, and not being able to see the evidence, if you could get away with it too? If you could fuck your friend’s girlfriend behind his back?”

You watch Johnny’s face as he looks quickly over your face before glancing back at Jaehyun behind you. 

“Jae tells me that you’ve got a big dick, Johnny.” You settle onto your knees on the mattress right in front of him. “Won’t you show Jaehyun oppa how to fuck me?” You reach for his hands as you pout out your bottom lip, begging. 

Behind you, Jaehyun makes a quiet groan, settling down into the sheets a little more, just watching. 

Johnny looks like he’s at war with himself. You can see the want, the temptation tugging at the strings of his morals. 

“Make him watch,” you tell him, “Make Jae watch as you fuck his girlfriend.”

When you lean forward, passing your hand over the front of his pants, tipping your head so you can kiss right above the waistline of his pants, Johnny snaps. 

He grips your hair, all but dragging you off the bed. Rough, but you like it. And you like it even more when you look up and see him pointing at Jaehyun over your head as he says, “You just stay right fucking there.”

You keep your eyes on Johnny, touching Johnny, and you moan for Johnny. “Fuck, Johnny, let me have your cock,” you beg, “Let me see it.”

You ignore Jaehyun, knowing that he’s going to get off on just that aspect alone—getting to view you cheating on him. He likes it. And now, with Jaehyun’s permission, Johnny likes it too. 

Kneeling there on the floor in front of him with his fingers still twisted in your hair, your mouth waters as Johnny drops his pants with one hand. His dick is pretty big. Heavy and tasty, you want to have him in your mouth. 

Luckily, that’s exactly what Johnny wants too. 

Johnny fucks your mouth, holding your mouth down around him to deep-throat him all while Jaehyun watches. And when he cums, he covers your lips with it so when you turn around and pull yourself back up onto the bed, Jaehyun can see your lips creamy with Johnny’s cum. 

“Pathetic,” Johnny says from behind you. “Fucking shameful, Jaehyun. You really just let me fuck your girl right in front of you? Cum on her like she’s mine to do that to?”

Johnny smacks your ass, handprint burning, but you don’t mind. You just moan for more, dropping your head down onto Jaehyun’s thigh, and that eggs Johnny on even more to degrade you and Jaehyun in the same breath—calling you a whore and Jaehyun a pathetic cuckold. 

You love it. 

Judging by the press of Jaehyun’s erection against your cheek, he loves it too. 

Johnny smacks your ass again before he grabs both of your hips and pulls you back towards him. You beg for more from Johnny even as you look at Jaehyun. 

“Just watch,” Johnny growls, “Listen as she begs me for more, Jaehyun-ah. Are you so pathetic you can’t even show your girlfriend a good time? She’s so desperate for a good time, look at her, she’s about to start humping me like a dog.”

The degradation Johnny’s pouring on your both is just the icing on this very sweet cake. 

He’s making you feel like a dirty, rotten whore but in the best possible way—the way that means you just want to be face-down ass-up with his cum dripping from your pussy before he throws you back into Jaehyun’s arms. And the way he’s treating Jaehyun gets you hot too, especially because you know the rough way Jaehyun’s going to make up for this later, his reassertion of dominance with you. Just the way you like it. 

Johnny gets rough with you now, grabbing at your hips, pulling your back up against his chest. He grips your hair to make you stare right at Jaehyun while he whispers in your ear, “You’re both so wrong for this. He wants to watch you get fucked, and you want him to watch you get fucked. He wants to be made to feel like he’s not enough for you, like he’s not worth it. Does Jaehyun ever submit for you, angel? I feel like he would if you just asked.”

You don’t want Jaehyun to submit for you. You like him dominant with you, but you like him like this too—powerless while you take your pleasure with a mother man. It’s a power trip kind of thing, but one that you wouldn’t care to replicate when it’s just you and Jaehyun. There’s a different dynamic at play right now, that’s what makes this so thrilling. 

As Johnny reaches down, guiding his cock inside you, you reach back, touching his hair, trying to pull his mouth down against yours. You want to kiss him, want Jaehyun to watch you kiss and get fucked by one of his best friends. 

Johnny folds around you, his cock sliding inside you as his arms wrap around your chest, and his mouth meets yours. 

It’s instant, the heat that floods through you based in hunger for Johnny. Still your mind wanders to Jaehyun who sits not two feet in front of you, who’s likely distractedly watching your tits bounce as Johnny starts thrusting, or perhaps he’s watching Johnny’s fingers drive down to your clit, taking the scenic route as he brushes his hand down from your collarbone, around a breast and detouring to thumb over your nipple, down over your ribs and the expanse of your belly, into the valley between your thighs at last. 

You sigh into Johnny’s mouth, the sound twisting into a cry as he really leans into this. He thrusts in more powerfully, stroking his fingers over your clit roughly. It’s a lot, and you curl back against his chest, rocking back to meet his thrusts. His mouth slips from yours so each cry and moan and whimper is open for Jaehyun to hear, each plea and praise from your lips.  

Hands and mouths move all over, you gasp Johnny’s name, body rolling to meet Johnny’s thrusts. Jaehyun watches, his hand fisted beneath the blanket, and you can’t tell in the brief glimpses you get, whether he’s just got his hand in a fist or if he’s touching himself. 

Johnny brings one hand to your chest, and he roughly takes a handful of your tit, your nipple pinched between two of his fingers as he squeezes your breast in his hand. It hurts a little too good, and you roll your head back as your orgasm mounts, peaking when at last Johnny pitches forward, flattening you down against the mattress with your head landing right between Jaehyun’s legs. 

Johnny’s hand rests between your shoulder blades and he fucks in hard and fast and deep with smooth thrusts that push you over the final brink of your orgasm. 

You’re still recovering from it, heart pounding like a wild beast in your chest, when Johnny pulls out and cums over your ass, lower back, a bit on your pussy. 

“That,” he groans as he smears his cock through the streaks of his cum, “is how you fuck your girl, Jaehyun-ah. Leave her breathless, messy, and a little boneless afterwards. Ever seen her like this?”

He leans over you, brushing his fingers along your cheek. You blink slowly and lick your lips. You feel good, buzzing down to your fingertips and toes. 

“Get out.” 

Jaehyun’s voice is hard now, possessive and done with this game for the day. Johnny makes a questioning noise, pulling his hand away from you, and Jaehyun repeats his command. “Get out, Johnny hyung. And don’t tell anyone about it. Okay?”

You feel Johnny’s weight withdrawing from the bed, and you lift your head from the bed long enough to look over your shoulder at him. He’s moved off and is stopping to pull his pants up. 

“Dude, you told me to—“ he starts to say, but Jaehyun cuts him off. 

“We’re fine. I just need you to leave now.” Jaehyun’s hand rests on your head and you lower it back to the sheets. “I’ll talk to you later, but right now, I just need her.”

You close your eyes as Jaehyun pets your hair, and you can hear the sound of Johnny redressing, the sound of him leaving the room and closing the door behind him again. 

“Fuck,” Jaehyun sighs as soon as you hear the distant sound of the apartment door closing. “That was really fucking hot. I’m so hard right now, baby.”

With your eyes still closed, you hear the rushed, wet sound of him jerking off close by. You open your mouth some, not enough to necessarily be an explicit invitation, just enough that you seem enticing. 

Jaehyun gets it. 

You feel the bed shift as he moves up onto his knees. The tip of his cock brushes your lips, and you open up more, holding out your tongue for him as Jaehyun sinks his cock into your mouth. His hands spread across your body, touching you everywhere that Johnny did—your face and your neck, your chest and ribs and belly. He touches your hips then tickles his fingertips over the tops of your thighs until you part your legs in welcome. 

You squirm and moan and choke around his cock as Jaehyun just teases his thumb right over your clit. A slow back and forth, toying with you. He rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock down your throat slowly in time with the movements of his thumb on your clit. 

It’s a cruel tease, but one you enjoy. The slow rise of toe-curling pleasure. 

Jaehyun cums down your throat, flooding your throat with it, forcing you to try to swallow down everything he gives you, though you cough and gag a fair bit too. Especially when his light touches on your clit finally amount to climax, your knees drawing up, thighs twitching as Jaehyun flattens his fingers to rub smooth circles against your clit. 

And afterwards, as your body quakes with aftershocks due to his hand still moving in leisurely, light circles, Jaehyun moves away from your face, slinking down beside you. He doesn’t let up on touching you, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you,” he says the words like a promise, an unbreakable vow to you. 

“I love you,” you promise right back, leaning your forehead against his. A soft moan escapes from the back of your throat, more whine than anything else. “You’re mine, Jaehyun.”

“I’m your what?” He asks, sliding his hand away from the constant stimulation of your clit. 

You roll against him, pressing your face down into the space between his neck and his shoulder. Your body meets his, warmth caught between you. “You’re my everything,” you murmur, tucking the words there against his skin like a solemn confession. “Even when I’m with them, everything is you.”

When you closed your eyes that first time with Hendery, you imagined he was Jaehyun. That his hair that brushed your skin was the soft brown Jaehyun’s was dyed instead of Hendery’s silvery-blond. The same with Xiaojun: his hands were Jaehyun’s, his muscles beneath your fingertips were just similar enough to believably be Jaehyun’s familiar contour if your eyes were closed. You never allowed yourself to moan when you were with them because it would be Jaehyun’s name falling from your lips because even when they were inside you, making you fall apart, it was Jaehyun you were thinking of. 

And with Johnny just now, it was different but the same. Jaehyun was right there with you, he was a big part of it. He was all you could smell with your nose pressed into the bedsheets. His gaze, his hand beneath the blankets, the spread of his legs. You’d been locked on these little details of him, of how he was feeling in witnessing this kink of his that you’d both tapped into. 

“Everything, Jaehyun.” You press your lips to his skin, wishing you could sink impossibly closer. “Absolutely everything.”

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close, tangling his legs with yours. Jaehyun kisses the side of your head, breathing in deeply. 

It’s still morning, just maybe an hour since Johnny barged into the apartment unannounced. You could go back to sleep, you could stay right here and just lie awake in each other's arms. You could start the day. 

That last option sounds the least appealing. 

You know today wasn’t the last time that you’re going to sleep with someone else. Instead, you have a very strong feeling that today was just the first time you’re going to do it right in front of Jaehyun. Doing this today with Johnny just gave you a taste for having Jaehyun involved in your infidelity to him, making him watch. 

Perhaps, next time, you could convince Xiaojun and Hendery to tag-team you while Jaehyun sits back to observe. Or bring Johnny back again. 

You’ll talk it over with him, but not right then. 

No, for the rest of the day, or at least for a few more hours, you want to stay just right here.

[impel-clown]

Buggy being canonically ticklish and his partners just straight up abusing that after a while

Like at first they're just like "who cares"

But then they start giving him a few pokes here and there to bully him and tease him, maybe even during his speeches???

A poke, him trying to not die, Croc and/or Mihawk like "keep your composure, you're an emperor"

And then they end up using it in private cause yeah let's try what it would be like

AND THEN Y'KNOW

✨chaotic✨love✨

So funnily enough, I actually have a fic I'm hoping to post soon with the exact scenario of Croc/Mihawk taking advantage of their sensitive clown! Here's a little preview of that:

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“Well?”

Buggy blinks back to reality, greeted by Crocodile’s smirk. “Uh . . . What?”

“Are you going to thank me?”

He becomes keenly aware of the hand poised above his rib cage, the hook no less threatening on the other side. There’s a right answer, but there’s no necessarily good answer. Buggy doesn’t thank him? He’s going to get tickled until he passes out. Buggy does thank him? Probably still going to get tickled until he passes out. Still, Buggy knows exactly how to answer. He may be a fool, but he’s no idiot.

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[velarisdusk]

does anyone know if faebane affects the siphons? i know (believe?) az got shot in the wing with an arrow laced with faebane, but did that affect the use of his siphons?? does it weaken the power or put a stopper on it completely?

[yeowangies]

I really need kenpachi to wreck me so hard i stop thinking

[rizlowwritessortof]

What Happens In Vegas Stays Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas

I was challenged by @deandoesthingstome to join the Halloween-Kinktober Challenge, and I had a little story idea in my mind, so I thought - what the hell! Thanks, Charlie! And thank you so much to @firefly-graphics for the dividers!

Sam and Dean head to Vegas, this time for Halloween. Dean's pumped about the huge Halloween costume party being held at their hotel, and he can't wait to dress up as his favorite superhero.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x his Batman fantasy girl

Word Count: 4140

Warnings: Smut, just the usual 😉

“Sammy, come on, man! Once in a lifetime chance to live out a fantasy! And you’re just gonna sit in the room and… read or some shit?”

Sam leveled a deadpan stare at Dean with a long-suffering sigh. “Dean. For the millionth time. I. Don’t. Like. Halloween. It sucks. I’m gonna take this vacation and relax. If I do decide to go out, I’ll hit the casino. But I’m not going to that ridiculous costume party.”

Dean frowned in frustration. “You are such a cranky old man. I thought maybe my brother would be the Robin to my Batman. But fine. I guess I’ll go by myself and have a fan-fucking-tastic time.”

Sam shot a bitch face his direction. “Good. Go hook up with Poison Ivy or something and have a blast. May the force be with you, or whatever.”

Dean’s eye roll practically turned him inside out, and he stormed into the bathroom to change into his costume. His epic, fucking awesome costume. He couldn’t not smile when he looked at it. He was gonna look amazing. And everyone knows the ladies love Batman. For tonight, he was going all out. For one night, he was gonna forget he was Dean Winchester and he was gonna be Batman.

He strolled into the gigantic room where the costume party was in full swing, heading straight for the large, round bar in the center and ordering a shot and a beer. He let his eyes roam over the crowd, trying not to let a grin ruin the image of his Dark Knight, but – this was awesome. And he was the only Batman – at least so far. Several other superheros were scattered through the room, along with monsters, movie characters, and a lot of sexy women in even sexier costumes.

It didn’t take long before he was flanked on either side by a couple of those tempting women, thoroughly enjoying the flirting and the way they giggled when he talked in his Batman voice. He was in the middle of a sentence when he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder. He glanced down to see a black glove, each finger tipped with a vicious-looking little claw.

Slowly he turned around, his lips pursed in a Batman-worthy contemplative frown as he took in the woman standing before him. “Catwoman,” he growled, and she smiled, bowing slightly.

“Batman. I was so hoping to rub shoulders with you tonight. Among other things,” she replied, her voice sultry and taunting. She was dressed in a skin-tight body suit, the gloves encasing her hands reaching midway on her biceps, her lips blood red and her eyes a stunning blue. Her shapely legs were encased in thigh-high black stockings, shining black stiletto heels on her feet. Perky little cat ears were perched atop her black hood, complete with mask. She was stunning.

“Well, I’d be happy to… rub something for you. What did you have in mind?” Dean answered, thinking to himself just exactly how much fun Sam was missing tonight. I mean, Batman and Catwoman? Not in his most porn-filled dreams had he imagined this little scenario, but he was in full Vegas mode and he was gonna go for it.

She moved closer, close enough that he could smell her perfume, and it made his mouth water. She leaned up, stretching to put her lips as close to his ear as she could reach. “Well, do you want to stay here and drink and flirt, or do you want to come to my room and pet the pussy?”

She moved back a step, watching as his tongue peeked out to run across his delicious, full lower lip before he smirked, and it was so sinful she felt her nipples tingle. Oh, he was going to be fun.

“Lead the way, beautiful,” he answered, and she allowed herself a triumphant little smile, crooking her finger to lure him along as she turned to slink out of the room. Dean was right behind her, his very large hand on her back, and she fought back a shiver at the thought of the things those hands could do.

Dean’s cock was already twitching as he watched her walk, every move deliberate and seductive. He couldn’t wait to explore those curves, make her lose her cool, controlled demeanor. Get those luscious legs wrapped around his head while he drove her crazy, watch her fall apart while she rode his cock. His hands were itching to touch her, and it hadn’t been fifteen minutes since he met her.

They arrived at the elevator, and he was happy to see it was empty. She entered, pushing the button for her floor, and he walked towards her slowly, crowding her until she was up against the wall, bracing one hand beside her head as he began to speak. “So, my name is…”

She placed one gloved finger over his lips. “Rule number one – we stay in character. You are Batman, I am Catwoman.”

“Oh, there are rules.”

“Only a few.”

“I can work with that,” he responded, goosebumps skittering up his spine as she lightly dragged her claws down the chest of his suit. A soft ‘ding’ sounded as they reached her floor, and he moved aside to let her lead the way again. He didn’t mind following. The view was amazing.

He followed her swaying hips to the door of her room, waiting for her to swipe the key, then escorting her in with a hand on her back. “Drink?” she asked, walking towards the bar in the middle of the room. Dean looked around, nodding in approval.

“Nice digs.”

“When I come to Vegas, I like to splurge.” She watched him silently for a few seconds, tilting her head slightly. “Can you remove the cape?” He shrugged, undoing the fastenings on his shoulders and turning to toss the cape into a nearby chair. She stood still, eyes gliding appreciatively over his obviously muscular back and the lovely round globes of his ass that his costume did nothing to disguise. He turned back towards her, accepting the tumbler of whiskey that she handed him, then sipping from her own as her eyes met his.

Dean took a swallow, watching her gaze move to his lips for a moment, and he smiled at her slowly. “So… tell me about these rules.”

She pulled out one of the bar stools and perched on it, crossing those gorgeous legs before she answered. The bulge beneath his costume was magnetic, and she deliberately forced her eyes to stay focused on his. “Second rule – costumes stay on. Except for the parts we need access to, obviously.”

“Okay.” He took another drink, running his tongue very slowly over his lips after he swallowed.

“Last rule – you have to make me come before you get to touch me with anything but that absolutely sinful mouth of yours.” She slid off of the stool and approached him, reaching to run a delicate knuckle over his bottom lip. “I want to ride that cowl.”

He took her knuckle between his teeth, biting down gently, then stepping back, downing the last of his whiskey and setting the glass down on the bedside table. Then he moved to the foot of the bed, sitting down and then laying back, his arms spread out, the wicked smile on his face sending a throbbing ache between her thighs. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he teased, his smile growing a little wider at the soft noise she couldn’t quite suppress.

She dropped her glass to the top of the bar, moving towards the bed, anticipation making it hard to breathe. When she reached the foot of the bed, she reached down between her legs and undid the hidden snaps, lifting the fabric out of the way as she crawled over him. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch her, but he kept them at his sides, letting her make her way up his body to hover above his face.

She was already wet and glistening, and the twinkle of a piercing made him swear in a low growl. “Fuck me, get down here.”

She lowered herself, gasping as he nudged at her piercing with his agile tongue, then trapped it between his teeth to give a gentle tug. Her helpless moan made him smile, and he lowered his chin to his chest to run the flat of his tongue from her entrance to her clit, ending with a little flick. The vibrations of the appreciative noises he made sent a shudder through her, and when he speared his tongue inside her, she gave in and began to ride his jaw. He licked and sucked at her lower lips until she was whining and writhing over him, and then moved up to her clit, manipulating the metal with his tongue as he sucked hard on the pulsing little nub. Her orgasm was intense, a loud cry forced from her throat as she rode him desperately until she fell to the bed beside him, completely spent.

Dean sat up, wiping his face on the sheet and flexing his aching jaw, turning to watch her panting, lying limp on the bed beside him. “Think we covered that last rule,” he smirked, and she smiled weakly, nodding.

“That was – exquisite,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to see what you can do with the rest of your body.”

“Another drink first?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Not whiskey. Water.”

He laughed softly. “Good idea.” He went to the mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, sitting down on the bed beside her and taking off the cap as she sat up and took it from him gratefully. After downing half the bottle, she handed it back to him and licked her lips. Dean put the cap back on and leaned in to kiss her, forcing her to lay back down as he moved to hover over her. She reached for his belt, looking up at him hungrily as he pulled back.

“Tell me this suit has a zipper. Or do I need to cut it to ribbons with my claws?”

“Easy, kitten,” he grinned, removing the belt from his costume and working the fastenings loose, then lowering the zipper. She stared as he freed himself, her claws digging into the mattress on either side of her as he stroked himself slowly with his gloved hand.

“Condom, top drawer,” she directed, watching as he put it on and then shifted his hips down, nudging the head of his cock against her entrance before pushing slowly forward. Her thighs trembled around him as he buried himself deep, then rose to his knees, pulling her hips up snug against him.

She shifted her body, arching her back as she adjusted to his size, her mouth open and eyes half-closed in blissful appreciation as she moaned, low and throaty, her head thrown back into the pillow.

Dean pulled back and drove back inside her, forcing a garbled cry from her throat. Her eyes rolled back and closed as he began to rock into her hard and fast, his hands gripping her hips. After a few strokes, she opened her eyes, rasping out breathlessly, “Don’t hold back.”

He stared down at her, but her unflinching gaze told him all he needed to know. He pulled out and flipped her over, manhandling her into position on her knees, one hand on her back as he slammed back inside to the hilt. He fucked into her hard, his other hand moving down between her legs to flick and tug at her clit and piercing, and she began to wail, her cunt clenching around his cock.

Her cries got louder and longer until she finally screamed, “Fuck, YES!!!”, coming hard, and Dean’s low growl morphed into a shout as he followed her over the edge, pulsing hot and thick inside her. She went limp beneath him seconds before he fell forward, catching himself on his hands and panting hard.

After a moment, he pulled out gingerly, dropping down and rolling to his back beside her. She turned her head, eyes half-focused, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was – energetic,” she managed, and Dean laughed softly.

“You told me not to hold back.” He blew out a breath. “So – now what?”

She rolled to her back, then sat up on the edge of the bed for a moment before standing, grabbing tissues from beside the bed to clean up a little and then fastening the snaps between her legs again. “Now – it’s time to go.”

He watched her for a moment, admiring her curves from his vantage point before getting to his feet and putting himself back together. “If that’s what you want.”

She sounded slightly unsure of herself for the first time as she replied. “I – I just have other things to take care of. You understand.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Well… it’s been fun, kitten.”

She nodded, taking several swallows of water before answering. “Yes, it has.” She still wasn’t looking at him, so he grabbed his cape from the chair and headed for the door. He opened it, glancing over his shoulder, and she looked towards him, finally. “Good night, Batman.”

“’Night, Catwoman. Take care of yourself.”

The door closed behind him, and she dropped down onto the bar stool, her entire body trembling. Hard to believe she had actually followed through – that she had actually pulled it off. She finally rose to her feet to slip the heels off and begin gathering her things. It was a long drive home.

Dean paused outside the door, thoughtfully gnawing at his bottom lip. Something was nagging at him, but he couldn’t nail it down. He finally sighed and headed for the elevators, more than ready to get out of his costume and into a shower.

Two days later, Sam and Dean dragged their Vegas-weary selves into the bunker, Dean calling out as they headed down the stairs. “Hi, honey, we’re home!”

“Where is she?” Sam asked, and Dean shrugged, dropping his duffle and heading for the kitchen and a beer. There she was, earbuds in, singing along, dancing a little as she stirred something on the counter.

He grinned, sneaking up behind her and bending close.

“We’re home,” he said loudly, and she screeched, whirling around, her eyes wide and the spoon held out in front of her like a weapon. He burst into laughter, almost bent over double, her blow to his shoulder not even registering. “Oh my god, your face!”

“You fucking asshole! I almost had a heart attack, you… fucking jerk!” She took out her earbuds and tossed them to the table, finally unable to completely smother her smile.

“I’m sorry,” he managed, still cracking up.

“You are so not,” she argued, turning to look at Sam as he entered the room. “Your brother is a jerk.”

“Not news to me,” Sam grinned. “I’ve been calling him a jerk for years.”

“Bitch,” Dean fired back at him, tossing him a beer and raising an eyebrow at her. “Want one?”

“Yes. Please.” She took a swallow and sat down at the table. “So tell me all the things. What craziness happened in Vegas?”

Sam smirked, glancing at Dean, and she raised an eyebrow, turning that direction. “Okay, Winchester, spill. From the look on Sam’s face, it must be good.”

“Like you wanna hear about my – what do you call ‘em? ‘Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em’s’?”

“Well, that’s what they are… but if it’s a good story, yeah, I wanna hear! Not, like, the dirty details…”

“That’s the best part,” he retorted, and she shook her head.

“He hooked up with Catwoman. In his Batman suit,” Sam shared, still smirking at his brother.

She grinned. “Impressive.”

Dean nodded. “Pretty awesome. And the best – or the weirdest – part was, we stayed in costume the whole time. Her rule.”

She laughed, taking another drink of her beer. “That’s amazing. Probably never top that, huh?”

Dean wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Oh, I topped it, I bottomed it…”

“Ewwww, no,” she choked, shaking her head. “TMI, dude. Get outta my kitchen and let me finish cooking.” She looked Sam’s direction. “Unless you have an awesome story to share?”

Dean snorted. “Captain Snooze over there barely left the room.”

“I had a great time, very relaxing, thank you very much,” Sam snarked back as the two of them headed out of the room.

She took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly before getting up to finish mixing the pie filling she was making for dessert. So far, so good…

The table was the scene of the absolute destruction of the dish of lasagna she had made, only crumbs left of the garlic bread. “Didn’t you guys eat in Vegas?” she asked, laughing.

“Not like this,” Dean responded, his mouth still half full of his last bite. “I know you made pie. Right? Because you love me?”

“Yes, I made pie, and yes, I love you guys, and yes – you are spoiled rotten.” She stood up, reaching for dishes. “And you can actually have some if you help clean up this mess.”

They both scrambled to their feet to help, and then all three came back to the table with a huge slice of chocolate cream pie topped with fluffy meringue. Dean was making love to it with his eyes, and Sam just shook his head and dug in, a newspaper spread out on the table beside him.

“God, this is good,” Dean mushed out around a mouthful of pie filling, and she smiled at him happily before taking a bite herself. The sound that came out of her mouth bordered on pornographic, and Dean felt his body flush hot as he swallowed hard.

Sam glanced up to see his brother’s face, frowning in concern. “Dean, you okay?”

Dean pushed back from the table, tossing a ‘Yeah’ over his shoulder as he left the room. Sam looked at her, confused. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s sick? He left his pie. He never leaves pie.”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll go check on him later.”

She nodded, continuing on her dessert. “Can I have the crossword puzzle?”

A couple of hours later, dishes washed and crossword puzzle done, she said goodnight to Sam and headed for her room. She debated knocking on Dean’s door to make sure he was all right, but maybe he was sleeping, and she didn’t want to disturb him. So weird how he had just run out of the room and never come back, though. Hopefully he was okay.

She opened her door and reached for the desk lamp, swinging the door shut quietly and walking towards the dresser. She turned slowly as her brain finally registered what her peripheral vision had picked up on, and she went pale as she finally faced him.

Dean was in the chair in the corner of the room, her black cat ears and hood dangling from his fingers, one eyebrow cocked as he stared her down. “Hello, kitten,” he said, his voice low.

“Oh, fuck.” She hesitated for a second, then made a beeline for the door, but he moved fast, bracing his hand on the door to prevent her from opening it. She began to stammer, not able to string together a coherent sentence as she tried to explain. “I didn’t mean… I mean, I did, but you… it wasn’t supposed to…”

She kept stuttering and babbling as he took her by the shoulder and turned her around to face him,

staring down at her until she finally trailed off into silence. He drew closer, leaning his forehead against hers. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I… I don’t know. I guess I was afraid... That you wouldn’t want me...”

His lips moved close to hers, his breath warm as he spoke softly. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” She watched his eyes close, and hers followed suit as he kissed her, his tongue sweeping over her lips. She melted into him as she responded, losing herself in the taste and feel of him, handfuls of his shirt in her fists as he crowded her against the door.

When they finally paused again, she looked up at him, her feelings evident in her eyes. “Dean – me, too.” He smiled, and it was contagious, her eyes shining up at him as he guided her towards the bed, sitting down and pulling her to stand between his knees.

“You know, I didn’t really get to see all of you the other night,” he hinted, and she ducked her head, blushing a little but still smiling. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it back behind her before unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Dean’s smile faded as he took in the sight before him, reaching up to glide his fingertips almost reverently over her soft curves. “So much better than I imagined,” he whispered, then leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her nipple before using his tongue to guide it between his lips.

She inhaled, long and slow, her knees going weak as he surrounded her with one arm and pulled her close. She clung to him, moaning softly as he cupped her other breast in his hand, kneading at it as he sucked and teased at its twin. She was trembling when he stopped, looking up at her as he laid back on the bed, pulling her down with him.

“So, no rules this time?” Dean teased, and she shook her head.

“No rules.” She kissed him, then looked down at him, her lip between her teeth. “Except maybe, less clothes?”

“Now that’s a rule I can get behind,” Dean grinned.

Dean dragged himself to the shower a little while later, leaving her still asleep in her bed. He yawned his way into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge, then heading to the library where Sam sat with his laptop open. He shot his big brother a sidelong glance, a smirk on his face, resisting the urge to say something.

“What?” Dean asked, unable to let it slide.

“So I guess Vegas followed you home?”

Dean raised an eyebrow with a sheepish little smile. “How did you know?”

“Guessed. Between the noises I’ve been hearing all afternoon and the way you hot-footed it out of here and left your pie on the table… So, was she your Catwoman?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t supposed to figure it out, I guess – but as soon as she made that sexy little noise when she took a bite of her pie, I knew.” Sam laughed softly, nodding.

“So that’s what happened.”

“I don’t know why she never said anything to me…”

“Same reason you never said anything to her. You’ve been drooling over her for a while now, dude, admit it.”

Dean frowned. “I wasn’t drooling. I was… I dunno, but it wasn’t drooling.”

“Whatever, Dean. It’s good, however it happened. I think she’s good for you.”

Dean grinned. “Sooooo good.”

“Okay, we’re done now,” Sam shook his head and Dean took another drink, still smiling.

She finally appeared a couple of hours later, fresh from the shower, a little shy about showing her face. Dean rose to his feet and approached her, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her softly. She glanced towards Sam, who studiously avoided looking, and Dean leaned close to her ear. “He knows.”

She nodded, blushing a little and settled into Dean’s warmth for a moment before speaking up. “Are you guys hungry? I’m starving.”

Sam spoke up. “Yeah, I thought I’d run to town and grab some pizzas, if that sounds okay to you guys.”

After a quick discussion on what kind of pizza he should bring home, Sam headed out and Dean plopped down on the sofa, waving her over with tip of his head. “C’mere, beautiful.”

She came close, and he grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap as she squeaked in surprise. “Don’t be starting anything, I’m starving. I might take a bite out of something I shouldn’t.”

His eyebrows shot up, and he looked up at her, eyes hopeful. “So, does that mean you wanna…?”

“Well, I didn’t get the chance to do that the other night, either,” she teased back, and Dean groaned a little at the thought of her lips on his cock.

“That sounds fucking amazing. But can you do me a favor first?”

She leaned down to kiss him, making him forget everything else for a moment before she pulled back and asked, “What?”

“Can you maybe put on some of that red lipstick first?”

She smiled seductively, speaking in her sultry Catwoman voice. “Anything for you, Bats.”

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[fonulyn]

aaaaaand I'm done! :D thirteen fics, thirty-one prompts! wasn't sure I'd make it but I did, and with a couple of days to spare, too!

this is my plan for a posting schedule for october once the event officially begins :3 some of them are shorter (1k-ish) and some longer (longest I think almost 8k), but I am excited to post them all :3

[optiwashere]

All the fanart of Shadowheart with her hair down turned me into a rabid animal that had to write her getting her hair brushed by someone else in a comfort kinda way.

Short and sweet. Lightly angsty, mostly comfort-y.

Rated G for its gratuitous sweetness. More Shadowheart femslash with my Trans Fem Tav.

[candyfloss-kittens]

When you've finished writing everything for a one-shot fic you've been working on for the past week or so, including figuring out what Ao3 tags to use, and making a short summary for said fic. But cannot figure out what the heck you're gonna title it....

Why is coming up with fic titles so hard?

[mahi-does-some-art]

Oh my god since im turning 18 soon, will i be able to do kinktober this year???

[goldeneyedgirl]

tonight's vibes

human Jasper falling into love at first sight with Alice during the Cullens' first day of school, and her visions warn her of the possibility, and she's promised the family she won't get involved, except she's waited for him so long...

Mary-Alice getting to see and touch snow for the first time, and just being entranced; Jasper taking her ice skating on a pond, and maybe she holds tight to his hands longer than she needs to.

[ redacted because I'm a dumbass who nearly spoilt the next chapter of VS ]

[gallawitchxx]

tried something new for this first day—some second person pov, inspired by last year’s kinktober in second person queen @wehangout who gave us 31 days of gorgeous smut!

• • • • •

day 1: sex dream for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings

• • • • •

It’s raining, thick, heavy droplets that slap the pavement and crash against the windows.

Mickey’s tight and hot, the vice grip he has on your cock just as strong as the one on your heart. You take his nipple in your mouth, roll the hard pink nub between your teeth, and he groans.

Ian.

You’ve wanted to have him like this for so long, and now that he’s here—pliant and gorgeous and still damp from when he showed up unannounced—you vow to spend the rest of your days pulling sounds from him.

Mickey clenches and you wake, alone.

[jittyjames]

jcs kinktober masterlist

(sorry minors, but pls don’t interact with this. nothing personal, of course, but this just isn’t the space for you lovelies)

cw: heavy mentions of kinks under the cut obviously

i'm going to be so fucking fr with y'all rn. most of these are poly even if they're labeled as a single ship. that's just the universe i write for babes. i'm so embarrassed to even post this list. i would ask god to help me for when i post these in october, but anything good and holy has long left the chat. i'm scheduled to be struck down by lightning by november 1st. anyway here's wonderwall.

(also fair warning. i'm the most vanilla person in existence. if you look up the term vanilla is the dictionary, it's a photo of me. i say this to clarify THESE ARE (mostly) NOT MY KINKS. DO NOT JUDGE ME. I AM BUT A WRITER WHO REALLY LIKES DYNAMICS OKAY?? DON'T PERCEIVE ME. nyway, more warnings and stuff to come in the actual fic.) also watch my tumblr get shadowbanned for me posting this. maybe i should censor the words. IDK.

pegging- jesus x mary

roleplay- jesus x mary x judas

hate sex- mary x judas

rimming- jesus x judas

omo- LMAO JUST KIDDING. honestly don't know for this one. open to suggestions!!! EDIT- COLLARING WINS OUT

frottage- jesus x judas (kudos to gav for the inspo on this one)

virginity- jesus x judas

gore- jesus x judas (this sounds worse than it is lol. i swear it's not bad at all. gore is more of just a theme, not a sex thing. but... it is the bible... so...) this is also mixed with the bonus prompt bathing so!! y'all can work that one out

stripping- jesus x mary (modern)

praise kink- jesus x judas

sensory deprivation- jesus x reader's choice (ooo jami is trying new things for once 👀👀)

somnophilia- jesus x judas

size difference- god x judas x satan

orgasm denial- jesus x judas

temp play- mary x judas

gags- mary x judas

threesome- peter x judas x james

spanking- god x judas (modern)

voyeurism- jesus x mary x judas

mind control- judas x satan x jesus (lmao i’m sorry i had to)

lingerie- jesus x judas

BONUS PROMPTTT: dancing together- jesus x judas

rough oral sex- jesus x mary x judas

sex toys- mary x judas (modern)

edgeplay- jesus x judas

overstim

s&m- jesus x judas (was totally singing the rihanna song the whole time i wrote this one)

body worship- jesus x judas

breathplay- jesus x judas

free use- judas x everyone

this is a free day so... ONCE AGAIN OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS

EDIT: i have been harassed but i’m not using my free day on it… so…

32. BONUS DAY- the piss fic.

[stunie]

zevie! first of all i am SO looking forward to your kinktober 2024 mlist [incoherent yelling]. in the meantime i wanted to let you know that i have read and re-read everything you have written so far for windbreaker and it is ALL SO GOOD. i went in hardcore into just one or two of the boys but after reading your stuff it literally becomes like. whoever it is you’re writing for in that post :’) anyways i am counting down the days to your sep posts but pls take care of yourself too, thank you so much for all of your hard work!

nonnie !!! hellloooo aaaa my kinktober !! i am so excited for you guys to read it (: i spent a while thinking of the prompts & tried to make them super juicy <33

you’re rereading ??? that’s like one of the sweetest compliments u can give a writer my love ):

you as well!! i am so excited for what’s to come (: if i finish kinktober prompts early, i have a milestone event planned! i have an idea that can include my shy readers as well 🤍

[wishbonemotel]

I’m taking sketch requests for my OCs and mutuals’ OCs (together or separate)! Just drop me a reply or ask or dm with the character/pairing and a number (if the prompt has a slash please specify which). Optionally feel free to specify other details such as who is giving/receiving

Censored versions will be posted here and I’ll link the full versions from twitter, bluesky, or pillowfort. Numbers don’t necessarily correspond to days, I’ll just post them as I complete them

also the prompt list is free to use or repost wherever, idc

[this-is-my-canon]

Happy Holidays, People! 🥳

I know I said I am done on this site, but I need ideas and figure it can’t hurt to put this out there. I’ve decided for Kinktober 2024, I will be adding to my Kinktober by Thisismycanon series with a JJK multiship kinktober. I am completely open to pairings of different characters and kinks, so I am opening requests here. You can reply or send me an ask or dm and if I can find a way to make your request work, I’ll write it into my kinktober to be posted in October. You have plenty of time obviously, so feel free to come back to this whenever desire/inspiration strikes. Thank you and I’m hoping for it to be a great event for my third year in a row!