#day 30: Collaring/Dirty talks

[medusapelagia]

Harringrove Kinktober Day 30: Dirty talking

Rating: Explicit  Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove  WT: porn without plot, collaring (maybe), dirty talks, verbal humiliation, vague mention to attempted noncon, homophobic language, mild degradation WC: 1586

Billy sighs and sits on the couch he and Steve have bought from the thrift store. It’s an awful orange but it’s comfy and big enough to be used for an adult to sleep (who is usually Eddie or Billy himself) that's why they bought it in the first place and then put it in the middle of their little living room.

Fuck.

He is still dirty from grease and oil from work and Steve will scold him as soon as he will see him, but he is so fucking tired that he doesn’t give a shit.

It doesn’t matter if he is the more experienced mechanic at work, they always look at him with disdain since Steve brought him lunch at work one day and they kissed, thinking that no one was seeing them.

Billy quickly found out that they weren’t as lonely as he thought and even if no one dared to call him a fairy after he broke Jackson’s nose, everyone started to treat him differently and give him the shittiest job.

Not that Billy could really complain, even if their apartment is small and in the worst neighborhood, they barely made enough to afford it so he can’t put up a fight and risk losing a certain income.

Fuck them.

Fuck them all.

“You ok?”

Billy turns toward Steve, who has entered the living room with two bags full of groceries and Billy hasn’t even noticed.

“Long day.” he tells him, without going into details.

Steve nods and says nothing about the fact that he hasn’t even showered and he is sitting on their couch with his work clothes on.

“You ok?” Billy asks back and Steve nods, while putting away the groceries but doesn’t look at him, so Billy gets up and turns Steve’s face until they are looking at each other in the eyes “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, pretty boy.” Billy scolds him, moving his thumb against Steve’s lower lip “You know that I don’t like it.”

“I’m fine, I swear.”

Billy gets closer, nuzzling his neck “Where have you been?”

“To the grocery store?”

“Liar. You smell of alcohol and cologne. Where have you been?”

Have you cheated on me? That’s the true question that Billy would like to ask, because deep down he knows that he is not enough for anyone, especially for someone like Steve.

“We went to have a couple of drinks. The guys and I.”

The guys. Steve’s teammate. Billy still can’t believe that Steve turned down a complete scholarship to live with him in their cheap apartment.

“Did you have fun? Did you meet someone?”

“Fuck you. You know I wouldn’t do something like that, do you?” Steve growls.

“Do I know?” Billy asks him with a smirk, grabbing Steve’s hair and making him expose his neck even more.

“Did you cheat on me? That’s what happened? Are you a little slut? Eager to get in everyone's pants?”

“Fuck you.” Steve repeats, his cheeks red with embarrassment and anger.

“Oh I will, but thank you for proposing.” Billy grins, dragging Steve toward the couch with no grace; Steve almost bounces on the couch, such is the force that Billy uses to shove him.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” But Billy is already straddling him, licking his face like a big dog and grinding on him, sending sparkles in their veins when their dicks collide.

“Billy?!” Steve asks, confused and aroused, but Billy doesn’t stop, he keeps licking, kissing, and biting every inch of Steve’s skin, he wants to mark him as his property, no one should ever get closer to him, he wants everyone to knows that Steve is already fully taken, that there is someone that is not scared to leave love bites on his skin.

“Billy…” Steve tries to protest, but his objections are weak and full of moaning.

“I want to mark you up, baby. I want everyone to know that you are mine. That I’m the only one allowed to do this.” with that he lowers himself, opens Steve’s pants, and laps at Steve’s dick teasing him.

“Fuck… Billy…”

Steve is a moaning mess under him by the time Billy finally takes him into the hot velvet of his mouth,

Steve tries to thrust into his mouth, but Billy’s tight grip on his hips makes it difficult so he has to accept that he has no control and all he can do is take what Billy is willing to give him.

Billy feels Steve’s muscles dart under his expert tongue, so he frees his dick with a loud pop, and Steve glares at him offended.

“What? You don’t want me to think that you are an eager slut, do you?”

But Steve at this moment feels exactly like an eager slut.

“Did you lose your words, pretty boy? Too many thoughts in that silly head of yours? Or maybe there is just one thought, uh?”

Steve nods “Come. Let me come. Please.”

Billy smirks “I love it when you beg, baby. Can you beg a little more for me?”

Steve will do whatever Billy asks him to so he starts a litany of prayers that are like music for Billy’s ear.

“So pretty. And you are mine. Tell me that you are my little slut.” he asks Steve, removing his pants and his underwear.

“I’m yours.”

“My what?”

“I… I’m your little slut.”

Billy grins and then puts his own fingers into his mouth, licking them until they are covered in spit, then he starts to circle Steve’s rim.

“Billy…” the boy begs him while Billy bends Steve’s legs toward his chest and Steve quickly grabs them, holding himself spread and open for his boyfriend.

“Billy…”

“My little slut…” he whispers again on his skin, penetrating him with a finger.

Steve jolts at the intrusion, but quickly accepts it and starts to push against Billy’s hand harder and harder.

“Tsk, you really are a slut. Should I leave you some money after I fuck you stupid? That’s what you are looking for?”

Steve shakes his head.

“No, what? Are you not a slut?”

“Only for you."

And damn if it doesn’t get exactly to the center of Billy's cold heart.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.” he whispers on Steve's skin, then he spits on Steve’s hole and his dick before starting to thrust inside him slower but relentlessly until he bottoms out and his balls collide with Steve’s ass.

“So full…” Steve moans.

“Yeah? Is it nice?”

Steve nods, unable to talk and Billy starts to gently move in a rocking motion until Steve starts to beg for more.

“Harder. Harder.” he begs and Billy can’t really deny him anything when he is like that so he gives him what he asked for, latching on his neck like a vampire leaving dark blue hickeys around his neck.

“Mine…” he growls in his ears, before biting it playfully “All mine…” he whispers.

“All yours… your little slut.”

And the admission makes Billy come so hard inside Steve that he almost collapses against the other boy.

“My little slut…” he whispers in awe while he tries to regain his breath.

Steve lowers his legs and hugs him While Billy is still deep inside him holding him tight against his chest and letting the fast rhythm of his heartbeat be a lullaby in Billy’s ear.

“Now would you like to tell me what happened?”

“Why do you smell like alcohol and cologne?”

Steve sighs “I told you. I had a drink with the boys.” but that’s not the entire story, Billy can tell.

“What else?”

“Tommy… he… tried something.”

Fucking Hagan, always snooping around his boy “What kind of something?”

“Nothing you have to worry about. I handled it.”

“Steve. What kind of something?”

“He tried to kiss me, ok? So I poured my whisky on his stupid head and some of the drink spilled on me and I tried to hide the smell with some cologne. Not that it worked in any case.”

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

Steve chuckles “No, baby, you will not try to kill the son of the rector of the institute.”

“He can’t do what the hell he wants to do only because he thinks he is entitled to it!”

“And he will not. I’m not a damsel in distress, did you forget that?”

Billy did not. Steve is strong and fierce but he can’t hide his sorrow at the thought of someone like Tommy Hagan putting his dirty paws on Steve’s beautiful skin.

“You know what? I’ll put a fucking collar on you, with a tag that says owned by Billy Hargrove.”

“Oh, yeah, that will be absolutely a normal thing to wear in class.” Steve chuckles, but Billy is even more determined to mark him as his so he keeps leaving hickeys on Steve’s golden skin and when he finally feels satisfied Steve’s neck has a necklace of hickeys.

“You are a fucking beast.”

“And you are mine. My little slut.” he tells him, finally moving away, but Steve grabs his arm, kissing him deeply and whispering on his skin “Your little slut. Only yours. Forever.”

[dewdropdinosaur]

DewDrop's Kinktober 2024 Prompts/Masterlist

Hello, my lovelies! Below are the prompts/links for Kinktober 2024. Prompts that have been written will have the link to the fic as well as the emojis will be crossed out As always, the rules for requests still apply to this event, and make sure to check out my guidelines on my pinned post if you want to request a certain day/prompt! All work is my own and should not be plagarised, stolen, or otherwised used in any capacity without my permission. Happy spooky season!

🧡⛓️ Handjobs -> Deadpool and Wolverine/Marvel

2. 🧡⛓️ Double Penetration -> Lucifer/Hazbin Hotel

3. 🧡⛓️ Public Sex -> Astarion/Baldur's Gate 3

4. 🧡⛓️ Sensory Deprivation -> Alastor/Hazbin Hotel

5. 🧡⛓️Bondage -> Vox/Hazbin Hotel

6. 🧡⛓️ A/B/O Heats or Ruts -> Logan Howlett/Marvel

7. 🧡⛓️ Bruising or Bitemarks -> Carmilla Carmine/Hazbin Hotel

8. 🧡⛓️Cock Warming -> Silco/Arcane: League of Legends

9. 🧡⛓️ Praise Kink -> Lucifer/Hazbin Hotel

10. 🧡⛓️Lingerie -> Vox/Hazbin Hotel

11. 🧡⛓️Knife Play  -> Deadpool/Marvel

12. 🧡⛓️Dirty Talk -> Alastor/Hazbin Hotel

13. 🧡⛓️Aftercare // Roleplay -> Angel Dust/Hazbin Hotel

14. 🧡⛓️Collaring -> Alastor/Hazbin Hotel

15. 🧡⛓️Hair Pulling -> Logan Howlett/Marvel

16. 🧡⛓️Cock Worship -> Lucifer/Hazbin Hotel

17. 🧡⛓️Period Sex -> Astarion/Baldur's Gate 3

18. 🧡⛓️Massaging -> Silco/Arcane: League of Legends

19. 🧡⛓️Suspension -> Alastor/Hazbin Hotel

20. 🧡⛓️Threesome -> Deadpool and Wolverine/Marvel

21. 🧡⛓️Monsterfucking -> Lucifer/Hazbin Hotel

22. 🧡⛓️Choking -> Vox/Hazbin Hotel

23. 🧡⛓️Breeding  -> Alastor/Hazbin Hotel

24. 🧡⛓️Somnophilia -> Silco/Arcane: League of Legends

25. 🧡⛓️Titty Fucking -> Astarion/Baldur's Gate 3

26. 🧡⛓️Seduction -> Lucifer/Hazbin Hotel

27. 🧡⛓️Lap Dances -> Deadpool and Wolverine/Marvel

28. 🧡⛓️Phone Sex -> Vox/Hazbin Hotel

29. 🧡⛓️Uniforms -> Alastor/Hazbin Hotel

30. 🧡⛓️Sex Pollen -> Silco/Arcane: League of Legends

31. 🧡⛓️Free For All -> Zestial/Hazbin Hotel (Dead by Hazbin Event)

Happy Horny Haunts, my lovelies!

[scifibabee]

Scifibabe's '24 Kinktober Masterlist

hi y'all, so stoked to have you here!

below are links to each day’s prompt with a brief preview of the fics. click the links to find full summaries, relevant tags, and the ao3 link :)

xoxoxo,

Grace

Oct. 1: Handjobs – Caught In His Desire

ft. Hannibal providing his particular brand of "help" while Will's mind is on fire

Oct. 2: Voyeurism – Press Play for Horror

ft. a sex tape left for Jack, they flip!, and a bonus Jimmy + Zeller appearance

Oct. 3: Public Sex – Neon Desire

ft. bathroom sex, and top Will/bottom Hannibal

Oct. 4: Sensory Deprivation – In Hannibal's Hands

ft. autistic Will, an established relationship, and coming untouched

Oct. 5: Rough Sex – Where It Hurts

ft. vulnerable bottom Hannibal and protective top Will

Oct. 6: Anonymous Sex – Predators in the Night

ft. alternate first meeting, dark Will, top Hannibal, and more bathroom sex

Oct. 7: Virgin – Seduced for the First Time

ft. fun use of Will's empathy, top Hannibal, and a light daddy kink

Oct. 8: Cock Warming – Where Thought Dissolves

ft. agitated Will, Dom Hannibal, and subspace as therapy

Oct. 9: Praise Kink – Devour You Whole

ft. manipulation, Hannibal catching feelings, and insecure Will

Oct. 10: Face Sitting/Overstimulation – Not So Fast

ft. needy omega Hannibal, and sleepy but enthusiastic alpha Will

Oct. 11: Knife Play – Want to Feel You from the Inside

ft. what if Will showed up at Hannibal's after being released from the BSHCI with a knife instead of a gun?

Oct. 12: Breath Play/Dirty Talk – Breathless Submission

ft. under-negotiated kink but everybody has a good time anyway

Oct. 13: Aftercare – In the Quiet I Am Yours

ft. an established relationship and Will gently surfacing from subspace

Oct. 14: Collaring – In the Temple of Our Minds

ft. a collaring ceremony in their shared memory palace

Oct. 15: Teasing – Just a Touch

ft. Will stuck in a vehicle with Jack and Alana while Hannibal sends him provocative texts

Oct. 16: Nipple Play – Marveling at a Spoon

ft. stoned Hannibal, need i say more?

Oct. 17: Period Sex – Where Flesh Bleeds and Hungers

ft. trans Will, some mild gender dysphoria, and a Hannibal all too eager to make his Will feel better

Oct. 18: Massaging – Gentle Revelations

ft. non-sexual intimacy and vulnerable Hannibal

Oct. 19: Fisting – Hush Now

ft. daddy!Will, need i say more?

Oct. 20: Cuckolding – After Everything We've Been Through

ft. a woman who looks suspiciously like Alana, straight smut (stick with me pls), possessive Hannibal, and Will crying during sex.

Oct. 21: Bath Sex – Something Sacred

ft. mute Hannibal recovering from his wounds post-fall and a very tender Will

Oct. 22: Thigh Fucking – Vocal

ft. a shared motel room with only one bed, a darker Will, and bonus best friend Bev POV

Oct. 23: Breeding – In Our Own Way

ft. Will matching Hannibal's freak

Oct. 24: Somnophilia – call it love (because it is)

ft. Hannibal being creepy set sometime during S1

Oct. 25: Pussy Slapping – Count

ft. Will's been naughty!! with another appearance of trans Will :)

Oct. 26: Pegging – A Hollow Imitation

ft. an intense level of pining, Molly being a great sport, and Will coming to some rather obvious conclusions

Oct. 27: Hate Sex – Into the Abyss

ft. feral, animalistic sex following a violent altercation, and top Will

Oct. 28: Impact Play – Hurt Me

ft. Will needing release after a long day and Hannibal being only too happy to provide

Oct. 29: Branding – Blade Kissed Flesh

ft. a very possessive Will Graham and a happy-to-go-along-with-it Hannibal Lecter

Oct. 30: Sex Pollen – Into the Woods

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

ft. magical realism, Will's Becoming, and a lot of outdoor sex

Oct. 31: Free for All – I'm So Hot

ft. SELF-CEST and hand wave-y time travel stuff

[ccscocoapuffs]

KINKTOBER LINE UP

Warning the following content contains 18+ themes. I am not held responsible for your media consumption nor the horniness any of the fics give you LMAO. Without further ado please enjoy This line up. All fics will be linked here when they are released. (All fics will be in headcanon format or a short fic! and not all will be super smutty some may border more on fluffyish)

Day 1- Pegging- Aegon Targaryen

Day 2- Roleplay- Mark Hoffman

Day 3-Overstim- Robb Stark

Day 4-Edging- Crowley

Day 5-Collaring- Daemon Targaryen

Day 6-Chasity- Corey Cunningham

Day 7-Waxplay- Viserys III Targaryen

Day 8-Breeding- Cooper Adams (Trap)

Day 9-Lactation-Aegon Targaryen

Day 10-Praise- Gabriel May

Day 11- Breathplay/Choking- Michael Myers

Day 12-Somnophilia- Bo Sinclair

Day 13- Daddy- Cooper Adams (Trap)

Day 14- Size Kink- Thomas Hewitt

Day 15- Mommy- Brahms Heelshire

Day 16- Mirror- Lady Dimistrescu

Day 17-Threesome- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Day 18-Spanking- Karl Heisenberg

Day 19-Voyeurism-Damian Priest & Finn Balor

Day 20-Marking (Hickeys, bites, bruises etc.)- Jaime Lannister

Day 21-Dirty Talk- Aemond Targaryen

Day 22- Bondage- Eddie Munson

Day 23- Punishment-Negan

Day 24-Recording-Drew McIntyre

Day 25-Temperature Play- Aemond Targaryen

Day 26- Phone Sex- Mickey Altieri

Day 27- Knife Play-Ethan Landry

Day 28-Fem Dom- Daenerys Targaryen

Day 29- Body Worship- Theon Greyjoy

Day 30-High Heels- Rhaenyra Targaryen

Day 31- Special Surprise (hehehe)

[vexnusss]

𓂃⋆.˚ Quinn ! Co-worker AU.

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[🍻] summary : You noticed your co-worker, Joseph, also had an overtime tonight, you decide to treat him out tonight and things go not as planned...

[🥂] words : 797 words

[🍸] warnings : QUICK friends to lovers, drinking, vulgar words, slight sexual talk, physical touch in public.

The steady tick of the clock on your desk echoed through the office, the only sound competing with the rhythm of your fingers on the keyboard. You’d finished the stack of paperwork your boss dumped on you—a petty punishment for taking a sick week. Now, at 8:28 PM, your foot tapped restlessly, eager for the day to end. Your bag was already packed, resting snug between your legs, ready to be grabbed the moment the minute hand hit the mark.

At 8:29, irritation crept in. Your leg bounced more insistently. With a sigh, you stood and glanced around the office. It was nearly deserted, the cubicles swallowed in darkness except for the overhead light above your desk and a dim glow far off to the right. At 8:30, you finally gave in, slinging your bag over your shoulder just as a soft sigh echoed from the far end. A zipper, a few taps on a keyboard—and then quiet again.

Curiosity pulled you down the hallway. You approached the lit cubicle and peeked around the corner. Joseph. He was hunched over his desk, the collar of his suit slightly loosened, buzzcut softening with stubble, his broad frame tense. You weren’t new to him—quiet, dependable Joseph. You leaned against the edge of his cubicle with a smirk. “Boss got you pulling extra hours too?” He turned, his chair creaking as he faced you with a tired scoff.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” he muttered, powering off his monitor. “What about you?”

“Sick leave. He wasn’t thrilled.”

He chuckled. “Figures. The guy gets off on overworking people.”

You gave a crooked smile. “What’s your excuse?”

“Apparently, he doesn't like people celebrating birthdays.”

You glanced at the clock on his desk—8:35 PM. “You done?”

Joseph nodded. His gaze lingered on yours for a beat too long. His eyes were a warm, velvety brown that pulled you in before you could stop yourself. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here.”

You walked together toward the elevator. Inside, the quiet buzzed with something heavier than exhaustion. The screen above ticked downward as the floors passed. “Headed home after this?” you asked, voice low.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Weekend’s wide open.”

You turned your head slightly toward him. “Want to grab a drink? Blow off some steam and celebrate?”

He let out a low chuckle, almost to himself. “God, yes. I need a break from that bastard."

As the elevator doors opened, the two of you stepped out into the chilled night. The nearby bar offered warmth and a hum of life—music, clinking glass, laughter bleeding into the air. You both slid onto bar stools, ordering your drinks—your usual for you, a dirty martini for him.

“So,” he began casually, eyes flicking to yours, “why this job?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is this a date or a job interview?”

He grinned. “Can’t it be both?”

You smirked. “It was the only job that seemed comfortable, easy. Didn’t expect it to drain me like this.”

He nodded. “Yeah. That’s corporate. Slowly kills you.”

The bartender placed your drinks in front of you. Joseph lifted his glass with a smirk. “To quitting and aging.”

You clinked yours against his. “To quitting and aging.”

He downed the martini in one clean swallow, the sharp line of his throat catching your eye. You’d never been attracted to someone’s neck before, but there was something about the way he drank—confident, effortless—that made it sexy. He bit into his olive as you tilted your head. “So, what comes after this? Any plans?”

He paused. “Something better than this desk job, hopefully.”

“What about modeling?” you teased.

He laughed, taken aback. “What?”

“I’m serious,” you said. “You’re attractive. Like... really attractive.”

His lips tugged into a crooked smile. “You think I’m attractive?”

You met his eyes. “Very.”

The space between you thickened. He leaned forward slightly, searching your expression. You didn’t move. His lips brushed yours gently, slowly deepening until your tongues met, heat rising in your chest. When you pulled away, slightly breathless, he threw down cash and took your hand.

Outside again, he led you toward a shadowed alley near the bar. He pressed you gently against the brick wall, his lips moving to your neck, leaving hot, damp kisses that sent shivers through you. A quiet moan escaped your lips, your head tilting to give him more room. His breath was warm against your skin, his voice a low whisper: “I want to take you home so bad… Put you in my bed, make you stay awake for more than just this night."

You smiled through your heavy breathing. “Good thing we’re resigning.”

He laughed softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. He pressed his body against yours, mouth hungry, fingers trailing down your arm.

“Let’s go back to my place,” he murmured.

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hope you enjoyed this oneshot! Unfortunately, I can not write sexual things as I am not yet comfortable to. But if you wish to request, go ahead and ask me. You can also ask me about other things as well, and if you wish to know more about me, check out my carrd in my bio! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

[mybreakofdawn]

✨️Dirty Diana✨️

Paring: Michael Jackson x reader

About: Michaels concert in Wembley stadium changes a bit because of Princess Diana, and he needs you to play Dirty Diana with him because you are the only one who knows it by heart.

Request: Yes / No @heyitstial

Authors note: i dont know who reguested again because my app crashed, but here it is. I hope you guys like it!

Btw

(Y/f/n) is Your Full Name

(Y/b/s) is your birthstone

Enjoy!

*(Y/N's pov)*

It was the 6th of July 1988, London England. The big concert day was when Princess Diana and Prince Charles were attending, and it was already chaotic. Behind the stage, everyone was running to make everything perfect, what i can understand, but damn people were stressed. So i had a brilliant idea, i grabbed my acoustic guitar and began to play liberian girl while also singing softly with it.

After a few seconds, i saw them all calm down and smile at me they always appreciated me when i came with them on tour. I ended the song with a smile, and i heard clapping. I stood up and bowed.

"Thank you, thank you," i chuckled as the people started to get everything ready again, but now more calm. I lay my guitar in my bag as i heard someone scream my name.

"(Y/N)!! WHERE IS (Y/N)!!!" i turned around and saw Michael sprinting my way. "There you are!" He grabbed my shoulders tightly.

"Hey Mikey, what is it? You sound distressed, " i asked worried, he just gave a worried smile back at me. Oh no, this isn't good.

"Baby, i need you to do a favour for me, please!" He said seriously as i looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "Princess Diana, she is in the audience tonight, and her favourite song is Dirty Diana. i know Jennifer doesn't know it, and i know you know it by heart, please, please!!" He kept holding onto me with his eyes begging me. I smirked and crossed my arms.

"What's in it for me, my dear Michael?" i said while smirking even bigger. Michael looked at me with big eyes and got an idea and smirked also softly cupping my cheek, lowered his face next to mine.

"My love, i will make you feel out of this world after the concert..eventho it depends on how you play your part, of course," he whispered into my ear, making me have goosebumps I love his seductive voice. it's so different from his usual voice. He stood straight again, looking into my eyes. I smiled and played with one of his curls.

"Alright, I'll do it for you, my love," i said as he smiled happily and picked me up, turning me around.

"I can't live my life without you~" he said while stop turning me around and putting me down.

"I love you too, Mikey." i chuckled and gave him a kiss on those soft lips of his.

"Alright, uhm, i have an outfit for you. I need you to put that on, alright?" he grabbed my hand and dragged me to his dressing room. Finally, in his room, i saw this leather outfit, and i think this was the outfit he was talking about. "Tadaaaa, this is it~~" he smiled like a kid, so proud of what he had just shown me.

"Wow Mikey its amazing." i looked at it in awe damn this suit is amazing.

"Mike, whe have 30 minutes till the show begins!!" We heard yelling from the door.

"Yes, thank you!!" He screamed back and turned back at me. "Now, let's get you into this outfit~" i chuckled and rolled my eyes.

(Time skip)

"Alright, sweetie," Michael double looked at me and smiled, his curls luscious and his outfit on point with his jacket i love this outfit. "I need to get up on stage my love after Smooth Criminal you wil get picked up and just do what feels right alright" he hugged me and wanted to walk away but i grabbed hem by his collar and kissed him on his lips.

"Dont forget the good luck kiss Mikey go get them." i saw him smile after the kiss with a hint of blush and nodded. Michael disappeared into the curtain, and you could hear the people scream as the concert began. After 40 minutes of watching him dance and sing his soul out, it was time for me to go onto the stage. I walked through the backstage area. My thoughts were running everywhere, but as soon as i was on stage, my mind went calm. I got helped with plugging my guitar in, and they also told me what i could do with my cable range, i nodded and smiled. Jennifer, Michaels head guitarist, gave me thumbs up. I can do this. Michael stepped out of the tent, and as soon as the lights went on, i began playing. It felt so unreal but also so good. I looked into the crowd and smiled, thinking Michael really was something else. The solo was close, so i began to move closer to the stage where Michael was. Now it was my time to shine, the spotlight shining on me, and i gave it everything i got. Michael smiled and moved his fingers, knowing he liked it and wanted more, so i gave it to him, standing really close to him. The solo was about to end, and i took my distance a bit. He fell to the ground as i stopt my solo and the spotlight was on him. I walked behind him, seeing his hair was stuck on his forhead because of his sweat, and i reached out to unstuck it and walked back to my place and began playing normally again. After a few seconds, i saw Mikey looking at me and signed me to come back again, i walked back to him, and i took a deep breath and improvised a solo. The crowd was going wild as he started walking to the left side of the stage and of course i would follow him giving it more power making him bite his bottom lip and wave his hand in front of my guitar. I turned around and "shoot" with my guitar and ran up to where the other guys of the band were standing, still going on with my solo, Michael followed and i smirked and ran away again to the middle of the stage shredding the solo, i was feeling it. I looked at Michael with a smirk and saw him running towards me and then passing me to the right side of the stage. Fucking dick i thought and followed him giving even more then he would ever know from me. He looked at me with big eyes and a big smile. I smirked again and ran to the other side of the stage and going on the little platform on the front shredding the solo some more, i did notice Michael following me and standing behind me and singing his heart out. Standing there felt so fucking amazing i didnt care that all eyes were on me i wanted to make this song perfect what Mikey wanted. I knew the song came to an end when Michael went to the center of the stage, what was also kinda sad but i can understand. Everyone was involved of the end of the song the drums the keyboards and even me. I ran a bit on stage to both sides and dramatically pull om my string to get that perfect effect and as soon as i saw Michael turning i knew what i had to do, eventually Michael jumped and i jumped with him ending the song strong. But i knew Michael he moved his hand and we shredded with all of us still a few notes and stopt again really ending the song as the lights went out. Michael gave me a quick hug and walked to the tent again, sadly is my signal to go backstage again so he could finish the concert. As i stepped off from the stage the people cheered even more as i heard thriller being played. I smiled and sat on the couch. I was full of the adrenaline it was soooo cool and awesome.

"I can not believe i did that!" I squealed excited and watched the screen of Michael performing. I kept watching it mostly and ate some snacks till the concert ended. I saw him leaving the stage with the band still playing Man in the mirror. I suddenly saw him running towards me and grabbing my hands, dragging me back on stage. "Mike wha-" before i knew it, i was walking on stage with him, the crowd going wild again. He grabbed his microphone and brought it to his mouth.

"And i almost forgot my talented girlfriend (Y/F/N)," he said through the mic, and i widened my eyes, not noticing the crowd screaming even wilder than before. Michael was a bit nervous but smiled and showed me off by dancing with me to Man in the mirror and ending it with a soft kiss on my lips. The people screamed, loud even louder than before when we shared a kiss, making me blush a bit. He turned away from the kiss. "Dear fans and our royal quests, tonight i wanted to do something very special" he began and grabbed my hand tightly looking at me, still a bit nervous i really dont have an idea what he is going to do. Suddenly, he grabbed a box out of his pocket and went on one knee. I widen my eyes, not looking away at the sight in front of me. "My dear (y/n) you have been there for me since my younger days and so on went with me almost everywhere. I can not see myself without you in the future so~" he said into the microphone and opened the box, showing a very beautiful (y/b/s) ring. I couldn't believe it. "(Y/f/n) The lady in my life will you marry me?" He said almost out of breath because he was so nervous and i.. i felt extremely happy. I looked at the ring and then to him, the love of my life, i even forgot the crowd, that was going berserk, was still there. I smiled the biggest smile i could ever give and nodded.

"Yes!" I screamed a bit too enthusiastic and jumped onto Michael, hugging him. I felt his heartbeat fasten and hug me back. I broke the hug and let him put the ring on my finger. He smiled and looked at me, holding my hands both tightly. Eventually, our trance was broken by the crowd, who were, omg really going nuts at this point. Michael stood up and scratched the back of his neck. I just stood next to him, holding the mic when i suddenly got an idea. "How about one more song?" I asked into the microphone, the growd going nuts again meaning a yes. "Mikey? heartbreak hotel?" I said to Mikey, and he nodded and grabbed the microphone. "Yes hehe lets do it, but you'll need to do the guitar." he chuckled into the microphone, and i already stood ready. Michael gave the sign, and we began with a heartbreak hotel, my favourite song. Michael gave me a mic stand and a mic so i could sing with him. The bassist came forward, and Michael stood in front of him dancing and moving his arm on the beat. He walked away and walked to me for the guitar screaming whoohoo as he was with me.

(From now you will sing together)

"Live and sin~" i sang and saw Michael looking at me with a smile, singing the next line with me.

"Ten years ago on this day, my heart was yearning~" we sang in harmony as he danced next to me. "I promised i would never ever be returning~, where my baby broke my heart and left me yearning~" he turned and walked the other way, continuing to sing with me in harmony. We continued singing til the chorus came on me singing just a heartbreak hotel and Michael running to the left side of the stage.

"London, thank you!" he waved and bowed a bit, then came back singing again while dancing to the centre of the stage next to me.

"Hope is dead~" he danced around me and my guitar, enjoying me being on stage. "She thought that i had cheated for another lover." he walked a bit to the right side. "I turn my back to see that i am undercover." You could see he was extremely happy he couldn't stop dancing, making me sing his next line alone. "Now i can't convince this girl there ain't no other~" He walked back to me. "Someone's evil to hurt my soul~ every smile trail thought in Beguile." i already knew what he would do and sang it with the sounds of his hip dance. We sang further, going back to the chorus again. Michael ran to the right side, bowing again.

"Thank you, London!" And blew a kiss to the crowd before singing again together with me. I walked to the fire canon not too close and waited till my moment wil come. I have dreamed about this moment. Let me show Mikey how much i love this song. Mikey started the canon, making me appear and beginning the solo. He bites his lip a bit and enjoyed the moment of his soon to be wife, me heheh, playing one of her favourite solos. He danced in front of me, moving his hand on the beat i made.

The official solo of the song ends soon, but i am not done yet. When Mikey sang his adlibs i kept going on with the solo standing next to him losing myself into the solo that sounded amazing in Michaels ears, he was a bit taken a back by it as what i could see from his reaction. Eventually, the song did come to an end, and we stopped with me hitting the highest note i could make.

"London! Thank you so much!! I love you!!" Michael screamed into the microphone and grabbed my hand. "You were amazing!! My love," he said full of excitement as he guided me to the back of the stage, unplugging me from the speaker, towards backstage.

"I dont know what overcame me. i was living the moment, but omg!!!" I squeeled again and looked at the ring around my finger, becoming speechless.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He asked, worried, looking at my face. "Is it not the right birthstone? I can buy a new one -" he began to rant before i stopped him.

"No, my love i.. i can't believe you asked me on stage with almost the world watching." I said softly, still in unbelieve.

"(Y/n) i want to whole world to know that i have the most amazing and lovable woman in the entire universe, i love you (Y/n)" he grabbed my hands and kissing them softly. I blushed at what he said.

"I love you too, my husband~" i giggled and guided him to his dressing room, pushing him inside. "Now fiancé~~" i looked at Michael, who was a bit confused but excited. "Now for my reward," i said with a smirk and a wink. I saw Michael Gulp when i walked to the door and locked it. "Dont say you forgot." i giggled and turned back around, looking at him. He was a blushing mess, but i could see he was excited. "Wel, let's get started, shall we~?" i said before walking to him. All i need to say is i made Michael feel out of this world heheh.

-the end-

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>Authors note<

Well, i hope you guys love it hehehe it took a while, but here it isss hehehe. Tell me what you guys think i haven't written for a long time. I did enjoy writing this a lot, and i hope to do more in the future!!!

[heatheninpraxis]

Feel Her Love (finale)

You find your place in Jackson, Joel gives you a mouthful, you give him a massage.

🎶Amie - Pure Prairie League

Tags: MDNI, 18+, keen responsibly, smut, jackson!joel, Joel x reader, old!joel, caretaker!joel

TW: 18+, age gap, oral sex (m receiving), cursing, dirty talk, cum play

AN: slow burn, age gap (legal obvs), fmc is an ex seraphite, love, oral sex (m receiving), fluff, GRATUITOUS depiction of shloppy toppy, plz read responsibly.

WC: 2,828

Thanks for reading ❤️

Part 1 °♡° Part 2 °♡° Part 3

Part 4 °♡° Part 5 °♡° Part 6

Joel's eyes slowly open when the sun begins to shine in through his bedroom window. It's later than he'd have liked, but his night with you had put him through the wringer. All your damn youthful energy, and strokin’ his ego the way you do, makin’ him feel like he was 30 again. 

He props himself up on one elbow, eyes squinting with sleep, and sees your hair fanned out on his flannel pillowcase. His heart melts and collects in a puddle where you lie. He feels none of the regret he'd convinced himself he would, or should. None of the panicked guardedness he would have with any other woman. His heart belongs to you now, and will stay right here in this bed with you while he crept out, trying not to wake you.

Joel washes up, and collects his clothes from the closet. His eyes don't leave your form tucked underneath his worn comforter as he buttons the collar of his flannel down meticulously. 

Tommy made him feel like a real fuckin’ sleazeball for a while yesterday. It didn't take much convincing that he'd had your enthusiastic consent to be in your room - “puttin’ your dirty old paws all over her” as he put it. Joel didn't argue, he was in a rush to get back to you anyhow. But he did tell his brother that he was in love with you. Just full blown over the moon already. That he didn’t see it comin’, hit him like a freight train. He told him that he meant to do right by you, and keep you safe there with him till it was his time to go. Tommy shook his head, slapped him on the back, told him not to fuck this one up, and that Joel deserved this. His peace. Joel was always proud of the man Tommy turned out to be, and it was a relief that he was looking out for you now, too.

Joel plants a kiss on your head, slips into his boots and coat, and is off to work without a sound.

You wake a while later, blissfully cozy in Joel's warm bed, and realize he'd taken off. At first you feel mopey and sad at his absence, but you see a little note tucked under a glass over water that hadn't been there the night before - MY GIRL scrawled across the top. 

You reach over to grab them both, taking a long sip and sitting up against the wooden headboard. On the white and blue sheet of graph paper, Joel wrote

Miss you and your perfect pussy already.

Be running back to you before you know it

I love you

-J

Your cheeks are ablaze, and you can't even resist the urge to kick your feet under the covers excitedly. You hop from the bed and rush to your… old? room to get ready for the day. 

Today you wear a plain cotton baseball tee and your khaki canvas work pants. Joel had these tailored to fit you properly, worried you'd catch on something or trip at the wrong time and end up in a bad way. You stand in front of the mirror, a place you've tried to avoid most of your life. You look happy. Normal. You wonder if you would notice any difference since having been “devalued” by Joel last night. You laugh, your scars cinching up in a few spots. You decide you like that. And that if you do look any different, you like that, too. You remain in place, and brush your hair out over your shoulders. You fiddle with it for a while, and decide to tie it half up, like you'd seen another woman do walking around town the other day. You feel brand new and the glow of new love is clearly visible in your face. 

In the kitchen, you wash up all your foraged bounty and measure it out. You sort it all into neat bundles, tying them off with some kitchen twine, and wrapping the edible mushrooms in a threadbare towel. You tuck it all into a plastic container and head off into town.

When you walk into the apothecary, they don't recognize you at first, all smiley with your hair down. They are exuberant at your offerings, and you answer all their questions about their whereabouts and uses. They offer you some tender - colorful slips of paper used as currency around town, and you trade some back in for a bit of beeswax, tallow, and a tiny vile of peppermint oil. Before you leave, they tell you to come by more often, and that they could use an extra hand a few days a week. You try to contain your squeal of excitement, and offer to pop in tomorrow to see what you can help with. 

When Joel arrives home that afternoon, you're lost in your work, stirring a rather pungent concoction in a metal pot on the stove. Music fills the room behind you.

“You been diggin’ through my tapes, woman?” Joel feigns disapproval, crossing his arms and holding back a smirk.

“Knew you wouldn't mind. I like this one.” you say, and motion to its case empty on the shelf beside you. 

Joel walks over and picks it up, though he already recognizes the voice - Van Morrison. He chuckles, and sets it back down on the shelf.

“S'a good one.” he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “You look beautiful today, baby. Love your hair like this. What did you get up to?” 

“Made you something. Cooked you dinner. Got a job…” you say coyly.

“What! Well, I'll be. Where?" He pulls at your waist to turn you toward him.

“The apothecary… I went to make a trade, seems like they thought I knew my stuff.”

“You're damn right you do. So happy for ya, baby.” he says into the soft skin of your neck, drenching you with kisses there.

“Thank you… “ you say, heart full to bursting.

“Baby, I love you, but what the fuck are you cookin’ us for dinner? Smells like fresh hell.” he says through a grimace. 

You laugh out loud, and it sounds like music to Joel's ears.

“This isn't food, you nut. It's a balm for your aches. My cooking isn't that bad, my god.” you slap a hand against his chest, and you're reminded just how hard his body is, how perfect it feels anywhere you touch him. “There's some venison and root vegetables roasting in the oven, they probably have another 30 minutes. Why don't you get cleaned up, and we can grope each other on the couch while we wait. I've been missing you all day… “ you say as you drag your other hand up his inner thigh.

Joel makes an exaggerated effort to quickly round the corner and head into the bathroom.

You don't hold back a wide smile as you pour the heated mixture you’ve been simmering into an empty tin. You place it into the fridge to cool and saunter into the living room. 

Joel meets you there shortly, in a t-shirt and fresh jeans, the dirt of the day washed from his face. He stands a moment, taking you in, before joining you on the couch.

You don't hesitate, and climb into his lap to devour his mouth. Kissing Joel might be your new favorite thing. His hands are everywhere on you - squeezing handfuls, gliding, caressing, anchoring you to him. You writhe in his lap, needier for him by the second. You kiss each other senseless, tangling your hands in each other's hair. 

You feel him hardening between your thighs, and slide off down his lap to the floor. You are too keyed up to consider you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. 

You rip at his button and fly, face rubbing against his erection beneath the crotch of his jeans like a cat in heat. You look up at him - kissed mindless, your pupils dilated, lips parted and puffy, silently begging for help. His pants are below his knees before you could muster the words to ask.

His dick stands proudly before you now, looking absolutely devastating, bobbing under your gaze. A small noise falls past your lips on an exhale, and you bury your face in him eagerly. One hand on his inner thigh, prying his legs open, the other squeezing his solid cock. You kiss him and taste him everywhere, not having the restraint to patiently explore as you have on previous occasions.

Joel's chest is heaving as he watches you work. The heat in your eyes is making him light headed, so he rests his head on the back of the couch and groans. He feels your lips drag on him everywhere, fist firmly strangling the base of his cock. His head shoots up to watch as you lick up the seam of his heavy sack, lower lip soft and dragging slowly behind. He groans at the sight, grabbing a fist full of your loose hair. You are in heaven watching him come undone, the musk of him filling the air around you.

You rise taller on your knees, and place your hands on his thighs. Without hesitation, you lay hot, wet kisses all up and down the length of him. You take him into your grip, dragging your lips up his shaft, feeling almost drowsy with lust. 

Joel hisses in pleasure when you pull the head of his cock into your mouth for the first time, and trace your tongue around the tip.

You look up at him, slowing your excited exploration, wanting to make this feel good for him. He is panting, shoulders starting to tense up, holding back and hoping to make this last a little while. 

“Shit… your mouth is heaven, baby.” he says, half growling. His hand reaches out to cup your face, his thumb rubbing along your cheekbone, before he gathers all your loose hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your lips readjust around the girth of him, and you bob your head, taking a little more of his cock in your mouth.

 It's a bit strange at first, but the way he comes undone like this has your panties sticking to the increasing wetness between your thighs. You feel powerful, and sexy, and you've just gotten started. You pull your mouth back off slowly, looking up at him. His eyes are hooded, happy to watch you figure this out all on your own. 

You recall watching him get himself off in your room yesterday morning, before your interruption, and try adding your hand to the mix. You begin stroking him, and slurping at his tip. The saliva spilling out from your lips glides under your palm, making your strokes effortless, so you let more gather there, un-self conscious of the mess. His eyes flare, and he lets out a disbelieving curse. You begin trying out a rhythm, moving your mouth over him, and working your hand. His cock presses against the roof of your mouth, not having nearly enough room for all of his throbbing girth.

“Stick your tongue out baby, lemme in.” Joel says, low and husky. Your clit throbs at the sound of it. You follow his instruction, and push your tongue out, over your bottom lip. The head of his cock is nudging the back of your throat now. He moans. You let out a squelching gag, but don't hesitate to keep working him in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck. That's it. Feels so good.” he drawls, lazily tugging your ponytail, dragging your head to the side to watch you from a different angle.

The contact with your throat has your salivary glands on overdrive, and you slurp on his cock to clean some of it off. His hips buck, and the evidence of his delight with the suction is all over his face. You try it again, sucking on his cock with fervor. He is groaning and his thighs are tensing up now. You can tell he's getting closer, and it fills you with confidence. 

You grab the base of his cock with one hand, stroke it with the other, and try to fit as much of him as you can in your mouth. You start in on a steady motion, a little faster and more assuredly now.

Joel lets out grunts and hisses, watching you hungrily. He is absolutely transfixed, falling apart at the seams at the sight of your cheeks hollowing out around him. 

He hadn't had head in years, and he forgot how much he fuckin’ loved the sight of a woman on her knees. Perhaps after some more practice, he'd be a little crueler, choking you on him, but he'd save that for later. Instead, he starts to guide your head gently, and you pick up on the gesture, and trust him to take the lead. He bobs your head up and down his length, a gentle grip in your hair, and sets his own pace. Your keep your neck loose, with give for him to have his way with your mouth.

Your eyes are streaming, and your jaw is aching, but you are thrilled to be used by him in this way. You look up at him from under wet lashes, and moan, in love with him and the way he looks - all beard and muscle and scowl. You add more suction and it pulls his final thread. 

“Where d'you want it, baby?” he grounds out, tightening his grip on your hair, and pulling you off for an answer. 

“Want to taste it.” you say, breathlessly, before stuffing your mouth full again.

“Yea? But don’ you swallow right away. Wanna see it first.” he growls, chest heaving, and starts to fuck your mouth again. You feel filthy and ecstatic. 

Your brows knit together, trying to maintain your composure, wanting to make it so good for him. The look on your face is what does him in.

Your mouth fills with his salty, musky taste, surprising you with the sudden sensation as Joel grunts and bucks beneath you. You feel him pulsing, emptying himself into your mouth, and dig your fingers into his thighs. Joel is wrecked, in a state you've never seen him in before. He looks down at you, almost apologetically, like he'd let himself get carried away. You pull your mouth off of him with a vulgar slurp, and open wide. You lift your chin, eyes glued to his, and swirl his cum around your mouth, showing him you could take instructions. You push his seed into an indecent puddle in front of your teeth, taunting him, and swallow him down, effortlessly.

Joel's eyes flash wide, his jaw goes slack.

“Jeeeesus Christ… where did you come from?” he says, in awe and adoration. 

You smile and wipe the mess from your chin and neck with the back of your arm. 

You lift yourself from the floor, feeling pleased with yourself, and tuck yourself into Joel's side. 

He squeezes you to him, falling further back into the couch, panting. He looks down at you, still in disbelief.

“Intuitive lil thing, aren't ya? Know just how I like it.” He says, catching his breath. “So fuckin’ sexy… if your veggies weren't burnin’ in the oven, think I'd have to bend you over this couch and give it to you again.” 

After a slightly crunchy dinner, Joel took you on a walk around the outskirts of Jackson. He pointed out homes and who they belonged to, businesses and landmarks, and regaled you with silly anecdotes of times he'd injured himself fixing things around town. You talked excitedly about your chance at a new job, and what type of tinctures and poultices you'd like to share with the forage available down here in Wyoming. When you weren't chatting, you held a comforting silence and contentment between the both of you. 

Later, you brought Joel upstairs to your bedroom, and had him lay down without his shirt so you could try out his new balm. He gave an exaggerated groan as he laid out in his bed after a long day. You climbed on top of him, and seated yourself on his perfect, yet tired ass. You warm the oily balm up under your fingers and begin to rub it into his back, focusing on all the spots he says he hurts. 

“Feels tingly... ” he says from the side of his mouth, face squished into the pillows.

“Peppermint oil.” You say, and continue to massage him firmly.

“You're an angel” he says, lids heavier by the second. 

You climb down beside him and sit on the edge of the bed. “Let me see your hands, love."

He rolls to his side and gives them to you, one at a time, as you meticulously massage the balm into his hands and fingers. He groans in pleasure and relief, and you smile as you work.

You both look forward to doing this every night for the rest of your lives. 

[theonemeathead]

Sniper x Reader, "Say My Name"

[NSFW!!] im soooo normal about sniper from tf2. ive actually had this fic sitting around for a while, just keep forgetting to post it!

tws for the use of the word 'sheila', implied fem reader. enjoy!

You had no idea how it had gotten to this point. One moment you were laughing, cutting up with everyone over a game of cards, next thing, you were in a full-blown heated argument with your lover. Hardly, did you and Sniper ever truly argue, and when you did, it was normally you fussing at him, and him, sitting there, calm and level-headed, listening. There were a few outlier moments (like all long-term relationships), where things got bad, but never like this.

Now, you were standing in his camper, both of you spatting at each other as it escalated from frustration to a full-on screaming match. And it didn't seem to get any better. Sniper had said something during the game and it set you off for the night; Something about how 'he can see the looks you give the others'. Now, you understood Sniper was possessive, but the way he snapped at you earlier had stuck with you. And the worst part? He didn't even say sorry. You knew it was irrational to be upset, but things had been piling up for days, and this was the breaking point; The final drop of water into a cracking dam of emotions.

"Don't give me that, sheila, I'm not in the mood," He turned his back to you, waving you off with his hand as he marched towards the fridge. It always bothered you when he seemed disinterested in your arguments.

"Oh, you're not in the mood? What about me? What about how I feel?!" You huffed, crossing your arms. You waited for him to respond, slightly trembling with anger as he seemed to dismiss you, inspecting the label of a beer he found instead. "You accuse me of being disloyal and then ignore me? That's unfair, and you know it—"

"It's not an accusation if I'm tellin' the truth, yeah? Crikey, I see the way the doc treats ya on the battlefield, sheila, I'm not bloody blind!" He slammed the glass bottle on the counter, whipping around to face you with such ferocity that, for the first time ever, you had actually feared him. You stood your ground, shrinking slightly as he stomped towards you, his voice getting louder and angrier as he did. "And I ignored it, brushed it off as simple banter, yeah? But when he started touchin' ya, feelin' up on what's mine?"

"He doesn't 'feel up on me', Sniper. He's doing a rushed medical examination, I would know if it was sexually charged." You bit back, a slight snarl forming on your lips. Sniper froze. You never called him by his title, only when you were really upset. You knew it got to him, would agitate him more.

"That's not my name, roo."

Woah. You immediately felt your face flush red. The way his tone darkened, the way he stood as still as a tree over you, it made your thighs squeeze together. You'd be lying if you denied it didn't get you hot under the collar, the predatory gaze in his eyes as he spoke. Even with a raised voice, there was a certain underlying gravel in his tone that followed. No sane person should be turned on by their boyfriend's anger, but you could tell Sniper was about 30 seconds away from pushing you up against the nearest surface and showing you who you belong to.

"You're Sniper when you're mean."

You swallowed thickly, noticing how he kept pursuing you. You backed up, stopping abruptly when you hit the farthest wall in his camper van. He slammed his hands on either side of your face, leaning down as he growled slightly in your ear. You pushed yourself, flush, against the wall. You pushed your legs together, your knees threatening to buckle just from the sheer ecstasy that was Sniper's voice whispering, dirty talking you, right in your ear.

"You wanna see mean, love? I'll show you mean."

You felt goosebumps pin up all over your body. Before you could retort, Sniper had latched himself onto your neck. He would start with a kiss, the sweetness of his lips a cruel cover-up for when he sunk his sharp canines into the same spot. He left multiple dark, visible marks, most starting at your jaw, trailing down into your nape and ending near your collarbone. He wanted to claim you, show everyone you were his.

You wanted to fight back; To be a general nuisance and continue arguing... but it was obvious it would be futile. He was going to put you in your place, regardless. He was Sniper, like you said, after all.

He didnt even bother to strip you completely. He hastily unbuttoned your pants, slipping them down with your panties in one swift motion. The clothing articles sat at your knees, effectively hindering your ability to run away, if you so desired. You were flipped over so your back was turned to him instead, now. Instinctively, you put your hands against the wall to brace yourself. With one hand on his cock, the other on your shoulder, he began, teasingly, rubbing the head of his length against your core. You whined, grinding back to get any sort of relief. You felt the rumbling of his low laugh, as if he was getting off on how desperate you were. Here you were, acting all high and mighty, now reduced to a brainless toy for him to play with.

"What's the matter, roo? Need somethin'?"

"Mundy, please—" He took a fistful of your hair, yanking on it to force you to arch. Your head leaned back, giving you an upside-down view of the sinister smirk on his face.

"Oh, I'm Mundy again? I don't think so, love. You asked for this." He punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust, bottoming out fully inside you in one movement. It caught you off guard, eliciting an involuntary moan. You felt your eyes water, your walls squeezing and constricting around Sniper's lengthy cock.

He started off agonizingly slow, pulling almost all the way out, just to push himself back in to the hilt. You could feel his tip brushing against your cervix, making you wet with even more need than before. Normally, he was an animal. When he was horny, he didn't hesitate to hold back on ravaging your body. But, this was Sniper, the trained assassin that could wait hours to get the perfect shot. He was a hunter, a man who didn't 'muck about' when it came to ensnaring his prey. This wasn't your typical, sweet boyfriend who went on camping trips and sang you poor covers of songs by The Who.

His pace quickened with desperation. Vulgar sounds of skin hitting skin echoed through the quietness of his vehicle, followed by a harmony of whimpers and mewls from you as he fucked into your body ruthlessly. He let go of your hair, instead, he dug his nails into the meat of your hips, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his wake. His grip was bruising, along with his thrusts now. You still held yourself up against the wall, albeit shakily.

"Mick, please! I'm so close—" He had slowed his pace, coming to a complete stop. Confused, all you could do was whine at the lack of stimulation. And that's when it hit you.

He wanted you to beg. He wanted you to degrade yourself, to fully give in like a wounded rabbit caught in the hinges of a beartrap.

"C'mon, sheila, you're a clever one. You know what I want." The praise from his gravelly voice, alone, was enough to get you to crumble.

"I— Please, Mick, I'm sorry for calling you 'Sniper', it won't happen again, just please—"

"You're just making this harder for yourself, love."

"Fine—Ok! Please, Mundy, I need it, I need it so bad. I want you to fuck me, and only you!" Your voice quivered with desperation. This seemed to appease him as he went back to where he left off. Every drag of his dick against your wet core felt heavenly. It wasn't long until that build-up happened again, that tight coil forming as his tip abused your g-spot.

"You're mine, roo. Got it?" He panted, groaning softly as he felt you tighten around him, as you got closer to your climax. "Say it, sheila."

"I'm yours! I'm yours, Mick!" As if on cue, you felt your orgasm crash over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, your body tensing around his cock deliciously harder. This seemed to push him over the edge, his hips snapping against your ass as he went as deep as he could, filling you to the brim with his cum. He pulled out, catching his breath as he watched his seed spill out of you, as it began to drip from in-between your legs. He grinned, proud of his work. With a light slap on your ass, you slumped against the wall, completely exhausted and limp.

Sniper sat on the ground beside you, pulling your sore body towards him. You rested your head on his shoulder, comforted by the faint scent of umber and the soft thumping of his heart. Tiredly, you looked up at him.

"So, I'm going to assume you don't think I'm gonna leave you for one of our teammates anymore?" You teased slightly, although there was a hint of sincerity in your question. You really didn't want anyone else, but him, and you'd be damned if he didn't know it.

"I'm sorry about that, roo. Just really love ya, 's all." He avoided your gaze, sheepishly looking at the ground instead.

"I love you too, Mundy. I promise, you're the only one I've got eyes for. I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not, or Sniper's gonna have to hunt'cha down and give you a real bloody drubbin'." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, effectively shutting him up. Yawning, you laid your head back down, snuggling into his side as you both laid against the wall.

Being a mercenary was, in fact, a good job.

[wishyouloveme]

Star's Kinkvember list!!

requests are open babies!! This list is not finalized, things can change, send me a request if you'd like to see a certain kink with a certain special someone.

side note: these are for November, cause i wanted to October, but I'm late

TAG TIME: @harmshake @spookybitchdreams @thickbihhwitdagapp @urasunflower @whatdoeseverybodywant @lilucey @jstarr86

reply in the comments if you wanna be added to my taglist

how to request a kinkvember: send in an ask with a day, and a character. REMEMBER, these are only x reader.

Day 1: Oral sex; pairing (Jimmy Uso x reader) Day 2:bondage; pairing (Tama Tonga x reader)

Day 3: Spanking; pairing (Jey Uso x reader)

Day 4: Hair pulling; pairing (Damian Priest x reader)

day 5: Dirty talk; Pairing (Jey Uso x reader)

day 6: Blindfolds; pairing (Tyler Lockwood x reader)

day 7: toys; pairing (Jey uso x reader)

day 8:Lingerie; Pairing (Drew McIntyre x reader)

day 9: breast/ Nipple play; Pairing (Ludwig Kaiser x reader)

day 10:Handcuffs; pairing (Roman reigns x reader)

day 11: Biting; Pairing (Solo Sikoa x reader)

day 12: Discipline; pairing (Baron Corbin x reader)

day 13: Sex in public; pairing (Paul lahote x reader)

day 14:Mutual masturbation; pairing (Tama Tonga x reader)

day 15: collar and Lead; pairing (Damon Salvatore x reader)

day 16:Masturbation;pairing (Cody Rhodes x reader)

day 17: Candle wax; pairing (Tama tonga x reader)

day 18:Rough sex; pairing (Emmett Cullen x reader)

Day 19: threesome; pairing (Jey Uso x reader x Damian Priest)

Day 20: face fucking; pairing (Rafe Cameron x reader)

Day 21: Domination; pairing (Tonga loa x reader)

Day 22: Vibrators; pairing (tama tonga x reader)

Day 23: Strap on; pairing (Rhea Ripley x reader)

day 24: Voyuerism; pairing (Damian Priest x reader)

Day 25: High heels; pairing (Roman reigns x reader)

Day 26: Cunnilingus; pairing (Tonga Loa x reader) Day 27: Squirting;pairing (Tama tonga x reader)

Day 28: Praising;Pairing (Simon Basset x reader)

day 29:Aftercare;pairing (Tonga Loa x reader)

Day 30: Choking; Pairing (Baron Corbin x reader)

Extra: Choking and mutual masturbation (Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

Small reminder!!: any that say unknown are open to request, these will be FULL ONESHOTS, not blurbs!!

the characters open for this are:

Anyone on this list <3

Thats all my loves <3. Requests are ALWAYS OPEN. And you can always chat with me. Mwah <3

[waywardsou2]

Kinktober 2024 - Waywards Masterlist

I'm doing @absurdthirst 's kinktober list

Characters used: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" Mactavish, Logan Howlett, Wade Wilson, Morph, Kurt Wagner, Shota Aizawa, Dabi Todoroki, Hawks Takami, Male Reader/OC

Day 1: Handjobs // Temperature Play // Breast Worship

Day 2: Piercing // Double Penetration // Voyeurism

Day 3: Sixty-nine // Public Sex // Pet Play

Day 4: Sensory Deprivation // Leather or Latex // Watersports

Day 5: Rough Sex // Anal Beads // Bondage

Day 6: A/B/O Heats or Ruts // Sadism-Masochism // Anonymous Sex

Day 7: Bruising or Bitemarks // Virgin // Ice Play

Day 8: Flogging // Swallowing // Cock Warming

Day 9: Anal // Praise Kink // Food Play

Day 10: Face Sitting // Lingerie // Overstimulation

Day 11: Gags // Shaving // Knife Play 

Day 12: Sex Toys // Dirty Talk // Breath Play

Day 13: Pregnancy // Aftercare // Roleplay

Day 14: Gangbang // Collaring // Candle - Wax Play

Day 15: Hair Pulling // Glory Hole // Teasing

Day 16: Nipple Play // Cock Worship // Lactation 

Day 17: Squirting // Dom - Sub // Period Sex

Day 18: Cockring or Plugs // Foot Fettish // Massaging

Day 19: Suspension // Fisting // Mirror Sex

Day 20: Infidelity - Cuckolding // Cunnilingus // Threesome

Day 21: Gun Play // Monsterfucking // Shower - Bath Sex

Day 22: Deepthroating // Thigh Riding or Fucking // Choking 

Day 23: Licking // Degradation // Breeding 

Day 24: Glove Kink // Masturbation //  Somnophilia

Day 25: Pussy Slapping // Non Con - Dub Con // Titty Fucking

Day 26: Pegging // Edgeplay // Seduction 

Day 27: Lap Dances // Hate Fucking - Angry Sex // Breast Worship

Day 28: Fucking Machine // Phone Sex // Impact Play

Day 29: Branding // Hunter - Prey // Uniforms

Day 30: Weight Gain // Object Insertion // Sex Pollen 

Day 31: Free For All 

If you choose to engage with any of this content that is your choice using your free will. If you don't like what you read that is not my problem

All of my work can be found on my AO3 here

[onlycrystal]

nanami brain-rot

cw! professor!nanami x student!reader (age gap; reader is in her 20s, kento in his 30s), ddlg, sexual content (im too lazy to write allat)

not proof read, I wrote this in like 30 min at 1am im sry if it aint too good

currently thinking about professor! nanami...

who is sitting at the coffee table of his cozy, charactered apartment. he reads the latest newspaper and sips his earl-grey tea, relaxed, much unlike you. finals are coming up, and since you can barely understand general chemistry, your procrastination gets the best of you. you’re seated on nanami’s sofa, wearing one of his oversized collared shirts. he always thinks its so cute how they completely engulf you in fabric. however, 7 unfinished, late assignments from professor suguru’s class, are all due in a week.

you groan and bury your face into the palms of your hands, “you will not pass my class if you dont submit those assignments” you mock your professors words, and stare back at the unfinished work. suddenly, you realize that you’re in a relationship with a professor. he can help you, right? i mean, he may teach biology, but the man is smart.

“namiiii~” you whine as you look at the blonde, stoic main across the room from you with doe eyes. he replies without looking up from his newspaper, “yes, doll?” 

“i dont get this, can you pleaseeee help me?” sighing, nanami gets up from the coffee table and approaches you. “you know how much i hate doing work in my free hours” nanami slightly grumbles as he sits next to you, attaching his long, slender hands to your hips. he slightly picks you up, and moves you between his legs so you're sitting in his lap. “...but for you, ill make an exception.” he rasps against your ear and kisses it. his actions makes you blush, but no. you needed to focus on your work.

“i just don’t understand all these theorems and laws” you whine and shift in his lap, feeling defeated from how deep you've gotten yourself in this shit. you realize you shifted a bit too much and blush hard at the feeling of hardness start to develop from underneath you. nanami leans forward, which brings you to rub against him harder. you blush even harder, and he just points at the paper and begins to explain, “lets start with boyle’s law, darling. you use it when...” you drone out his voice, and embarrassingly enough, find yourself start to heat up down there. you rub your thighs together only slightly so he wont notice. feeling him so hard down there is so distracting. you just wanna forget about all this work and f-

“babygirl, are you even listening to me right now?” you dont even realize he's talking until he speaks that last word, which brings you to snap out of your dirty day dreams and look up at him. you meet his gaze to be acknowledged with a cold gaze. “y-yes! yes, im listening” you stutter out, gulping.

he shuts your notebook a bit harshly and slides it across the table without getting up. he puts his dainty hand on your chin, and forces you to look up at him. “recite boyle’s law.” he says, slightly smirking as he slowly starts to piece together why you weren't listening. your eyes shoot across the room nervously “ummm... i-its.. uh...” you trail off.

he removes his hand from your chin. his large hands meet your hips again, as he moves you closer to him. soon enough, you’re pressed up against his chest and crotch. “aww, is my little girl so desperate she couldnt focus away from daddy?” he whispers in your ear to be met with no response.

he slightly thrusts towards your lower body, earning a sweet whimper to fall from you lips. “asked you a question, baby” you nod your head yes hesitantly and are suddenly turned around. your eyes widen at how close your faces are, and the intimacy of the whole situation. nanami crashes his lips onto yours, which forces a muffled mewl to fall from your lips. his hands travel up and down your body before they meet your chest and begin to fondle your breasts. your whines and whimpers aren’t censored anymore when nanamis lips move onto your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin and turning you into a moaning mess. your hands meet his hair and tug slightly at his blonde locks. his touch was just so satisfying. your body continued to grind on his crotch with was now fully hard, causing you to moan sweetly and kento to groan onto your neck. in desperation, you frantically unloosen his tie and start to undo the buttons of his chemise before he grabs your wrists and stops you. “ah, ah, ah”

he chuckles when he removes himself from your neck and looks at your face. you look desperate; big eyes, pouting lips, lip tint smeared, and hickies on your throat. that said, he wasn’t looking as uniformed as he did. you had messed up his neat hair, got some of your lip tint on his lips so they appeared more kissable than ever, along with his shirt barely even being kept on. grinning, he removes his glasses from his face and cleans them with his shirt. looking down as he cleans them he says, “maybe i gotta fuck some knowledge into my little princess, isn't that right, dear?” he teases, but desperate as you are, you nod without shame. he chuckles at you again, contributing to your embarrassment before putting his glasses on you. “even wearing my shirt, baby, so cute” you blush, and he abruptly hooks his finger around your underwear and tugs them down. 

nanami rubs circles you on your clit and teases a finger at your entrance. “d-daddy...” you mewl which only makes him grin harder. “gonna make my baby smart.” he says before he jams 2 digits into you. you throw your arms around his neck, tugging hard at his hair as you’re reduced to moans. he continues fingering you, as he uses the thumb of his other hand to continue rubbing circles on your clit. you squirm in his lap as your orgasm approaches, sweetly moaning as you release all over his fingers. he hums as he stares you in the eyes, licking your slick off his fingers clean.

“since you’ve been so obedient, ill let you ride me.” he says curtly. you blush hard, but the thought of his dick sends butterflies to your stomach. you shyly zip down his pants and bring down his boxers, letting his fully erect cock spring free from his pants. you align yourself with his dick, and slowly let yourself down on his length, inch by inch. you whine at the stretch, and hear nanami let out a low moan. “fuck, you’re so tight” he tilts his head back slightly. finding yourself now comfortable to his length, you slowly start to bounce up and down on his cock. he lets out groans and moans, his hands stay glued to your tits, fondling them with every bounce. you lose your composure, getting even dumber, chemistry the farthest thing from your mind, as his glasses start to go crooked on your face. he looks at you and chuckles “daddy’s cock fuck you even stupider? its okay baby... you feel so fucking good” you whine at his dirty talk, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you bounce relentlessly on his dick. “n-nami~ gonna- c-cum~” you moan loud as his length hits you in all the right places. he moans into your ear “princess~ fuck” he releases into your pussy as you cream all over his dick. you pant hard as you stay close to his chest, basically hugging him. you face him as he plants a kiss on your cheek and pats your head.

“’ts okay, honey. i have an idea... how bout now i only let you cum if you answer a question correctly?” you gulp, you sure were in for a long afternoon.

[cynicalrosebud]

Cyn’s Call of Duty Kinktober 2024

Yooooooo welcome to Kinktober 2024! I'm late to the fuckin' party. You know the rules, 31 days, 1 pervert story written by 1 pervert (me) a day! THIS IS NOT FOR MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU LIKE/REBLOG MY STUFF! No exceptions.

This will be for the Call of Duty fandom only, either reader x cod or my oc Rumor x 141 + Nikolai (They'll be labeled as such). Don't like, don't read!

Day 1 / Aphrodisiacs + Dry Humping - Rumor x Nikolai

Day 2 / Outdoors + Hate Sex - Fem!Reader x Ghost

Day 3 / Crossdress/Lingerie + Choking - Rumor x Gaz

Day 4 / Glory Hole + Manhandling - Male!Reader x 141

Day 5 / Double Penetration + Somnophilia - Rumor x Ghoap

Day 6 / Orgasm Denial + Oral - Fem!Reader x Soap

Day 7 / Daddy/Mommy + Overstimulation - Rumor x Price

Day 8 / Breeding + Oviposition - Male!Reader x Monster!Price

Day 9 / Blindfold/Masks + Sensation Play - Rumor x Ghost

Day 10 / Electro Play + Dirty Talk - Fem!Reader x Gaz

Day 11 / Leather/Boots + Uniform Kink - Rumor x Price

Day 12 / Toys + Praise Kink - Male!Reader x Soap

Day 13 / Pegging + Cockwarming - Fem!Reader x Soap

Day 14 / Impact Play + Dacryphilia - Rumor x Gaz

Day 15 / Punishment + Edging - Rumor x Nikolai

Day 16 / Bound/Tied + Sir Kink - Male!Reader x Nikolai

Day 17 / Gagging + Dom/Sub - Rumor x Nikolai

Day 18 / Wax/Temp Play + Corruption - Fem!Reader x Nikolai

Day 19 / Mummification + Sensory Deprivation - Rumor x Ghost

Day 20 / Chastity + Dollification - Fem!Reader x Price

Day 21 / Public Tease + Jealousy - Rumor x Ghost

Day 22 / In The Shower + Body Worship - Male!Reader x Gaz

Day 23 / Marking + Roleplay - Rumor x Soap

Day 24 / Squirting + Brat Taming - Fem!Reader x Price

Day 25 / Thigh Riding + Lap Dancing - Rumor x Nikolai

Day 26 / Aftercare + Rough Sex - Fem!Reader x Price

Day 27 / Collaring + Pet Play - Rumor x Ghost

Day 28 / Sex Pollen + Monsterfucking - Male!Reader x Alone!Ghost

Day 29 / On Camera + Face Sitting - Rumor x Soap

Day 30 / Cuckolding + Begging - Male!Reader x PriceSoap

Day 31 / Machines + Size Kink (+ Bonus Bondage) - Ruamor x 141 + Nikolai

[rainy-tapestry]

in the wotakoi light novel, it covers kabahana’s first date!

this is just what i’ve google translated. i have no idea if i’m allowed to post the manga illustration, but it is sooo cute holy shit. also a thank you to @itscuntingseason for helping me discover the light novel TT

it starts off with hanako reading BL, then suddenly receiving an email form kabakura.

so, it was actually kabakura who had messaged hanako first. since the day they’ve confessed, they’ve been messaging everyday. but with school coming up they haven’t been talking, as hanako assumed he’d be busy and wouldn’t want to message “for nothing.”

Good evening. How are you?

was the message kabakura sent, and hanako thought it looked like an email template lmfao. hanako was really nervous, but getting this message reminded her of the fact that they are dating. she worries a lot about her grammar, because she remembered all the times kabakura would scold his juniors for not being careful with their words (which is why a lot of them were afraid of him)

kabakura then asked if hanako was free this sunday. i don’t think he explicitly asked her on a date, but it was implied. anyway, hanako was thinking about what she should wear. remembering that his type is usually cute kinda things, she decided to wear something like that.

she arrived like 30 minutes early, and had a lot of doubts. i thought it was really cute, because hanako now is so much more confident. when kabakura came, he asked if she was waiting long. and hanako was like well i waited a while, but that’s because i came to early (and she was like ?? why couldn’t i have said i didn’t wait long).

the whooooole time kabakura was really flustered. he had asked, “do you usually wear something like that?” hanako had thought there something wrong, like a broken collar TT (note: there’s nothing wrong, it simply suits you). he then said that, it’s just that he hasn’t seen her outside of her school or gym uniform. in her head, hanako was like even if he had smiled she’d be too embarrassed.

soooo kabakura had no idea or plan of what to do on their date. hanako was like, how could you have nothing planned ?? to which he apologized and said that to be honest, he had wanted to ask her out for a while, so when he had the moment, he just found a random place for them to go to.

hanako had caught him staring at her, and she was like ? why is he looking at me, i wasn’t going to say anything. or maybe he wanted to say something. she said something along the lines that he looks cute, but said that it might only because they’re dating and “love is blind” lmfaooo.

with seeing how many couples there are in the area, hanako had asked if he’s taken some other girlfriend here. i think for both, they are each other’s firsts. so then, hanako asked to hold hands, kabakura got all embarrassed like what are you talking about we just started dating the other day !? !? little note: it’s not normal to kiss on confession day, now is it? kabakura goes on like we can’t hold hands in public dadada… hanako was thinking it takes as much courage to kiss someone, to ask kabakura to hold hands.

hanako drops it, then she makes her way to the craft store. she had admitted that she makes costumes, which kabakura thought was cool. until she said she was planning on going to an otaku convention, and he said that it was his fault that she liked anime and these kind of things now.

they go out for ramen, and kabakura was like !! you want to eat ramen? wouldn’t your clothes get dirty? hanako was like, do you really eat that messy that your clothes get dirty !? and he was like well it’s okay if my clothes get dirty but it would stand out if your clothes got dirty.

they sort of go back and forth until the end of their date. towards the end, kabakura had suddenly held her hand, and apologized about not really having a plan for their date.

kabakura asked, “you went out of your way to wear what i like? i think it suits you well.. you look cute. you know you don’t have to wear what i like? no, but if you like it, that’s okay.” he had an unusually desperate look in his eyes, “i’ll take ‘take revenge on the first time,’ will you go out with me again?” and hanako was like ?? revenge on the first time, which he meant first date.

hanako was like, i’ll look forward to it! but next time i wanna hold hands. kabakura was like ??? hanako was like yk, like intertwining our fingers. this part i have no idea what they meant but kabakura said isn’t that too much how our fingers are intertwined? hanako then said to not be so sensitive about these things next time.

[alpaca-clouds]

Summer Spice 2024

Some might remember, that last year I had decided to do a summer smut challenge called Summer Spice. And because I had fun with it, I decided to do it again this year.

As I have been asked for my prompt list, I decided to also share it here now. You will find the list underneath the cut.

I will not properly moderate the challenge, but anyone who wants to join me writing some spice for the summer, you are more than welcome. I will start uploading my own stories starting June 15th and then upload three stories a week. My own stuff is gonna be all Castlevania and BG3, but again... Feel free to join with whatever.

The List

Day 01: Nipple Play

Day 02: Walked in On

Day 03: Cowgirl

Day 04: Against the Wall

Day 05: Dirty Talk

Day 06: Wax Play

Day 07: Roleplay

Day 08: Mirror Sex

Day 09: On the Tabletop

Day 10: Anal Fingering

Day 11: Blow Job

Day 12: Bondage

Day 13: Threesome

Day 14: Collar

Day 15: Orgasm Denial

Day 16: Aftercare

Day 17: Begging

Day 18: Consensual Non-Consent

Day 19: Aphrodisiac

Day 20: Laughing during Sex

Day 21: Outdoor Sex

Day 22: Rough Sex

Day 23: Pussy Worship

Day 24: Edging

Day 25: Face Fucking

Day 26: Tied to the Bed

Day 27: Blindfold

Day 28: Sleepy Sex

Day 29: Tease and Denial

Day 30: Domination

Day 31: Spanking

Day 32: Breath Play

Day 33: Anal Sex

Day 34: Striptease

Day 35: Bath Sex

Day 36: Post-Coital Cuddling

Day 37: Gagged

Day 38: Finger Sucking

Day 39: Cunnilingus

Day 40: Multiple Orgasms

Day 41: Humiliation

Day 42: Drunken Sex

Day 43: Scar Kink

Day 44: Fuck or Die

Day 45: Seduction

Day 46: Bukkake

Day 47: Large Insertion

Day 48: Furry/Scaly

Day 49: Overstimulation

Day 50: Orgy

[titaniafaeriequeen]

MadaTobi Kinktober Prompts 2024

Since I haven't seen anyone do this, I figured I might as well do it myself. (And if someone has already done it, I would very much appreciate the link!) The list is put together with the help of the lovely people on Discord (you know who you are!), and was created in a frenzy today, so if I have missed some double listings, please let me know.

Other than that, I have created a collection on AO3 (MadaTobi_Kinktober_Prompts_2024) where you can add your fic or art made from this prompt list if you want. It is currently unrevealed, but will be revealed on October 1st and I'll close it on December 1st, so that if you can't finish your work on the day, you can still add it to the collection later if you want.

The only rules I have for the collection is that fic needs to be at least 50 words (meaning drabbles are fine.), art needs to be checked that it loads properly from wherever you host it, and the main focus needs to be Madara and Tobirama. That means you can use as many of the prompts as you want, and write as many fics or draw as much art as you like for each day. Pick and choose which prompts you like, and what you have spoons for, and have fun!

List below the break! (Be aware that this is a kink list, so there might be things on it that you do not like, but I have chosen to be inclusive and not judge.)

MadaTobi Kinktober Prompts 2024

1. Tickling – Breath control play – Spit-roasting – Conditioning

2. Bondage – Massage – Loss of virginity – Objectification

3. Public but secret – Age difference – Prostate milking – Rimming

4. Necrophilia – Edging – Dirty talk – Cruising/dogging

5. Monsterfucking – Maid – Riding – Mutual masturbation

6. Sadism/masochism – Glove kink – Shower sex – ABO heat/rut

7. Lingerie – Temperature play – Facefucking – Agility kink

8. Heliophilia/selenophilia (sun/moon fetish) – Cockwarming – Service sub – Cumdump

9. Foot Fetish – Roleplay – Double/triple penetration – Over-the-knee spanking

10. Somnophilia/wet dream – Topping from the bottom – Forced orgasm – Oil

11. Size-difference – Sensory deprivation – Chakra kink/chakra play – Wall sex

12. Crossdressing – Biting – “Shh or they will hear you!” - Latex/Leather/Lace

13. Uniform – Kage Bunshin – Creampie – Discipline

14. Oviposition – Hand job – Feminization/sissification – Power imbalance

15. Master/slave – Mirror – Daddy – Sounding

16. Corsets – Breeding – Voice kink – Object penetration

17. Free use – Oral – Claiming/branding – Photography/recording

18. Pet play – Whips – Belly bulge/cum inflation – Figging

19. Shibari – Femdom – Body worship – Sugar daddy

20. Misuse of jutsu – Overstimulation – Hate sex – Wax play

21. Biker gear – Rape fantasy – Intercrural – Knife play

22. Glory hole – Praise kink – Fisting – Deep throating

23. Exhibitionism – Kama Sutra – Public sex – Gags

24. Trichophilia (hair fetish) – Body Modification – Furry – Doggy style

25. Clone gang bang – Collars – Desk sex - Gym kink/locker room cruising

26. Dacryphilia (aroused by tears) – Knotting – Chastity device – NTR/Cheating

27. BDSM club – Sex training – Degradation/humiliation – Erotic literature

28. Voyeurism – Tantra – Blood play – Hunting/capture

29. Consensual non-consent – Lactation Kink – Drugs/sex pollen – Incest

30. Paddling – Trampling – Begging – Cuckolding

31. Costume – Edo Tensei – Size kink – Safe, Sane, and Consensual

[mama-emeritus-i]

Dove’s Kinkmas 2024 Lineup

Hello friends! I’m finally out of my writing roadblock and ready to write for Kinkmas! I’ll be posting day 1 and 2 tomorrow and I can not tell y’all how excited I am to do this.

Here’s the lineup:

Day 1- Thigh Riding with Jack O’Malley

Day 2- Phone Sex with Phantom Ghoul

Day 3- Caught In The Act with Secondo

Day 4- Dirty Talk with Ted Lasso

Day 5- Puppy Play with Logan Howlett

Day 6- Uniform Kink with Frater Imperator

Day 7- Biting with Kylo Ren

Day 8- Overstimulation with Rogue

Day 9- Threesomes with Deadpool and Wolverine

Day 10- Body Worship with Ted Lasso

Day 11- Humiliation with Loki

Day 12- Sex Toys with Deadpool

Day 13- Bondage with Tech

Day 14- Mirror Sex with Logan Howlett

Day 15- Spit Kink with Swiss

Day 16-Soft Sex with Roy Kent

Day 17- Voyeurism with Obi Wan Kenobi

Day 18- Size Difference with Wrecker

Day 19- Pegging with Loki

Day 20- Car Sex with (Young) Nihil

Day 21- Collars with Beast

Day 22- Breeding with Ted Lasso

Day 23- Lingerie with Jack O’Malley

Day 24 (Christmas Eve)- Riding with Ted Lasso

Day 25 (Christmas)- Christmas with Logan Howlett

Day 25 BONUS ONESHOT- Christmas with Ted Lasso

Day 26- Choking with Anakin Skywalker

Day 27- Begging with Luke Skywalker

Day 28- Cameras with Terzo

Day 29- Hand Kink with Bucky

Day 30- Marking with Hunter

Day 31- Praise with Steve Rogers and Thor Odinson

All of these are subject to change so please let me know if there’s anything specific you want to see :D also I’m thinking about doing a tag list so if you want to be on it let me know lol.