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[mxchellesworld]

KINKTOBER DAY 2

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kink 16 | dialogue 31

Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

warnings; smut, thigh riding 

a/n; i really hope you guys have seen the movies i’m refrencing lmao. hope you enjoy!

***

Lazy Sundays always called for spending hours on the couch watching movies or tv binging a series. As it was October you and Matthew decided to spend the day watching random horror movies. You started after breakfast, with your weekend banana pancakes in bed then migrated over to Matthew’s living room with bowls of snacks and refreshments. 

You were both clad in matching pumpkin sweaters snuggled up under one of the fancy throw blankets you insisted you needed on your latest trip to the store. Contrasting the spooky feel was the smell of Matthews peppermint shampoo as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. His chin nuzzled in your neck as you hummed along to the Halloween opening music. 

As the hours went by you spent the day switching between who could pick a movie. You went with Scream. It was a classic and who doesn’t love Billy. You had both reached the point in the day where you got fussy after being still for so long. You kept on shifting in front of him, accidentally pressing yourself on his crotch. He left out a soft groan behind you which was covered up by the scream let out on the television. His hand went to your hip as a way of telling you to stop moving. 

The film continued and you were almost at the end, it was the party scene where everyone was sitting around the television. You started to feel the hand that was on your hip move. Warm fingers slithered down to the hem of your pajama shorts, dipping in to swipe through your folds. As if on perfect timing Randy spoke out from the screen, giving his iconic speech about how to survive a horror movie, “You can NEVER have sex.”

 You turned to Matthew, smirking as you snuck his hand out of your shorts, “You heard the man.” 

He groaned along with the people in the movie, “We’re not even in a horror movie.”

“Sorry gube, rules are rules babe,” you said giggling.

“Then we won’t have sex,” he said as he sat up and pulled you into his lap. His hands went under your big sweater and rubbed against your ribs.

“Then what are we gonna do?” you asked placing your hands on his forearms, running your fingers along his prominent veins. 

He pulled you closer so you were chest to chest, whispering in your ear, “You, pretty girl, are gonna get off on my thigh.” 

You shuttered at vibrations of his voice on your ear. Nodding you got up and slid off your shorts, leaving you in comfy cotton panties. Sitting back down you plopped onto one of his thighs, sighing as you started a teasingly slow grind. He started to tug on the bottom of the sweater, pulling it over your head. Your nipples peaked from the added chill on your skin. 

You let out little sighs and whimpers as he placed kisses on your neck and collar bone. The friction from your panties rubbing against your clit brought jolts of electricity within you. His hands traveled down to squeeze your behind, helping you quicken your pace on top of him. Your head tilted back at the new pleasure. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he said gruffly. 

“Fuck Matthew,” you whimpered, “need to go ah faster.” 

He let his hands travel back up until they settled on your hips. You yelped as he gave you a squeeze before guiding you back and forth on this thigh. Your hands went to cup your soft breasts, toying with your nipples, mouth open letting out desperate moans. 

You were too busy bathing in the feeling to realize your eyes were closed until Matthew spoke up, “I can tell you’re close angel, look at me when you cum.”

Your eyes flew open and you were met with the sight of his lust blow honey orbs, bottom lip between his teeth as he took in how ethereal you looked rocking above him. Even without being inside you, he could make you mess begging for him to let you cum. 

The sweet release you were so craving was nearing its peak. You sped up your movements and were almost frantic above him racing to break the knot in your belly. 

“Ah Matthew! Gonna cum please,” you mewled out between ragged breathes. 

“Go head pretty girl, soak my thigh baby. Cum for me.”

He flexed his thigh as you reached your peak. Letting out moans of his name and strings of curses. Coming down from your high you fell forward and rested your head on his shoulder. His hands went to rub circles on your back, warm palm calming you down, placing gentle kisses on your shoulder and cheek.

Looking down you noticed the prominent bulge in his flannel pajama pants. Letting your hand fall to stroke him through his pants you looked up, making eye contact with him. A devilish look on your face. 

“Good thing we’re not in a horror movie.” 

[mxchellesworld]

KINKTOBER DAY 4 

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kink 11, 17 | dialogue 18

Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader 

warnings; smut, use of toys, face time sex

a/n; i’ll admit cyber sex by doja cat was on repeat in my head writing this lmao

Hope you enjoy!

***

Matthew had been gone on press for a new movie coming out. And while you usually went with him, you had a family emergency that caused you to stay home. With all the stress build up you decided you needed a way to let off some steam. 

Reaching into your bedside drawer you pulled out the little velvet bag which held the few toys you kept handy, opting for the long silicon toy. It would have to do for tonight. 

You laid spread out on the sheets. Your bottom half completely bare as your pants were long gone, leaving you in just an oversize flannel. Your head tilted to the side buried in Matthew’s pillow taking in the familiar scent of his shampoo and cologne. Being wrapped in your pleasure you almost didn’t year your phone ringing. Speak of the devil, it was Matthew trying to facetime. 

Reaching over you picked up the phone and took a deep breath, hoping you wouldn’t look like you were just fucking yourself with a plastic purple cock. The line connected and you were faced with Matthew sitting in his hotel bed, hair tousled just how you liked it and his glasses sitting on his pretty little nose. 

“Hey baby,” you spoke out, “How are the interviews going?”

“Really good, just the same old stuff,” he responded voice gruff, probably from talking all day long. 

It reminded you of his morning voice. Roughly whispering in you ear. Kind of like the day he left, you had soft sex in the morning. He slowly pounded into you from the side, big hands groping you. Too enthralled in the memory, your thighs pressed together causing you to let out whimper as you forgot about the toy still inside you. 

“Y/n/n,” he said drawing out the end syllable. Shit. You hated how he could read you like a book. 

“Yes darling?” you questioned innocently. 

“You just couldn’t go three days without shoving something in that greedy cunt could you?”

You sputtered out an answer, “N-no Matthew its not what you think.”

“So if I ask you to pan the phone down and show me, there wouldn’t be a mess on our sheets?”

You stayed quiet which was all the answer he needed. 

“Don’t be shy sweetheart,” his voice adding on to your leaking wetness, “Show me how you play when I’m not around.” 

You reached down and set one of your throw pillows in between your legs, using it as a stand to put your phone down for Matthew to have a full view of you spread out. You heard him let out a groan at the sight. He was in fact correct at the mess in your sheets. 

“Cmon baby, be a good girl for me”

Your hand reached down to wrap around the end of the toy, slowly starting to pump it in and out again. 

“Let me hear you,” Matthew said in a strained voice, you could tell he was trying not let his own hand slip down south. 

You picked up the pace letting out moans of his name and strings of curses. 

“Fuck Matthew I wish it was your cock inside me,” you let out breathlessly. 

“Aw baby I know doesn’t fill you up like I do does it?”

You shook your head and let out broken no’s. 

“Go faster, I know you’re close pretty girl” 

You could feel your hand cramping as you started to speed up your movements. You switched it to your non-dominant hand, using the other to rub quick circles on your aching bud. Your hips bucked to meet the toy, hitting spots inside you that made you gasp out and clench around it. 

“fuckfuckfuck Matthew I’m gonna cum,” you let out depserately, chest heaving at the immense pleasure cursing through you. 

“Let go y/n, thats it sweetheart. You’re so good for me. Make yourself cum baby.”

His words along with a final snap of the toy inside you, led you to your end. Your vision went white with your orgasm washing over you. In the background you could hear his gentle praises bringing you down. 

After catching your breath you picked up the phone greeting him with a shy smile. 

“You are so in for it when I get home.”

“Looking forward to it.”

[mxchellesworld]

KINKTOBER DAY 1

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kink 6, 24 | dialogue 10 

Kylo Ren x Reader

warnings; smut, breeding kink, corruption/innocence kink, mention of blood, injury

a/n: sorry for starting a day late i was so overwhelmed with all the requests flooding in lol, but i am very excited to start this with you horny little monsters! also this is my first time writing for kylo but as an avid star wars fan and prepping by reading some fics im ready to give this a go. 

Hope you enjoy :)

***

Stars you must have been going mad. Being a nurse on the starkiller base wasn’t the most noble job but it was a job nonetheless. Your parents were both high ups working on the base since you were born. You had only known the coldness that came with being on a ship devoted to crushing the resistance. 

You didn’t have many friends at all, mostly keeping to yourself, trying your hardest to stay under the radar from the supreme leader himself. He was a bit older than you, but you had seen his rise into power. He was known to be nothing but stoic, a hard figure ready to crush anyone who got in his way. Though you had never really seen him. Just during the speeches had you gotten a glimpse of the of the obsidian mask. 

It was a normal day in the medical center, tending to those who were recovering from injuries and making sure the place was sanitary should there be an emergency. As you were making your way back to your station a flashing red alarm went off. That only meant one thing, A medical accident in the prestige quarters. You had only hoped it was General Hux or another higher up. 

Making your way through the corridor the pit in your stomach was growing. You dreaded the thought of having to tend to Kylo unnerved you. Maybe it was fear? Or maybe it was the feeling pooling in your trousers at the thought of being able to see what was under the mask. 

As you reached the quarters the other nurses were rushing to the biggest room at the end of the hall. Kylo’s room. He was pacing back and forth, you noticed the giant red gash on his face, but where your real attention went was to his bright eyes. You were stuck in place until you realized you could see them so clearly because he too was taking in your frame. No matter how tall you were he still towered over you. You instantly looked down as you entered the room. Setting your medical supplies down. 

“Master Ren can I ask you to take a seat please,” you let out meekly, sneaking a little glance to make sure he actually heard your voice. 

You heard the chair scrape and felt the gust of his long black cape brush past you. His large boot came into your vision you were still looking down. Maker everything about his was enormous. No. You shook yourself out of your thoughts. These weren’t appropriate thoughts to think about someone who could make sure you disappeared in an instant. 

Your hands shook as you took out the gauze and sanitary serum to apply on his gash. Looking up you noticed he was watching you intently, almost as if he was trying to read you. His eyes are dark, pupils dilated only showing a small ring of the coffee color irises. He was awfully calm, for what you had heard about him The man mad who ruined control panels with the powerful blazing red saber.

The silence in the room was deafening. His heavy breathes outsounded yours as you tried your best to keep your thoughts at bay. 

“Master Ren I’m going to c-clean this up. It might sting so I greatly apologize.” The only sign of recognition of your words was the short grunt he let out. Maker that shot right to your core. 

Even sitting he was barley shorther than you, his face at level with your chin. Taking a breath to steady yourself, one hand took his face while the other dabbed the cotton swab on the cut. He let out a hiss at the discomfort and you held that breath. 

“Continue,” he said lowly. 

You did your best to do your work, minimizing adding onto his discomfort when you felt a sharp pain in your head. You gasped at the feeling, trying to hide the face of shock in order to seem professional. Another while passed and you felt it again. This time accompanied by a voice. It was you. Your thoughts but not your own doing. 

You were frozen looking down into his challenging gaze. Your mind flooded with visions of you on your knees, spit dibbling down your chin. Another of you pressed against silk black sheets, the strange feeling of something large in your most private area. 

Your hand came up to grasp your head. “What are you doing to me?”

“I felt something deep inside you. These are strange thoughts to be having about your supreme leader. You just seem a little.. innocent.”

You felt the heat radiating off your cheeks. You were sputtering to let out an answer but nothing seemed to be able to come out. Behind this stoic demeanor there was something almost excited in him. Like he was fueled on seeing your humiliation. 

“It seems the girl can’t get out any words. Can you?”

“No” 

“No, what”

“No master Ren”

He hummed as if pleased with your answer before he continued, “Now care to tell me why such an innocent thing is having these visions?” 

By this point he was standing. You were encompassed in his large frame. Looking down at you expecting an answer. 

You couldn’t speak. There was nothing you could say to save yourself or to to lessen the amount of embarrassment you felt. 

“Still no words.” His hand went and wrapped in your hair. He bent down with you, bringing you down until you were on your knees. “You’re a naive little slut who thinks she can take me.”

You mewled at his words and at the growing pressure from his hand pulling at your scalp. He pulled you closer to his face, sharing a breath as he stared speaking again. “I can ruin you. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, trying your best to nod within his grasp. You hissed as he let go of your hair. Yet you stayed on your knees the evergrowing feeling of wanting to please him blooming in your chest. 

“Good” he said lowly. He heard you thinking again. “Take off your uniform.” 

Your unsteady hands went down to the little plastic buttons on the top of your long tunic. Reaching down to pull it over your head. Next you kicked off your shoes in order get your pants down your legs. Once you were down to your undergarments you could feel him watching you like a hawk. Eyes scanning your body. 

“Get on the bed,” you walked the few feet to the large bed. Dark sheets like the ones in the vision, soft to the touch. He made his way over to you, standing in between in your parted legs. His hand cupping your breast was gentle, strange compared to the harshness of his words. 

“You know I can take what I want.” you gulped. “You’d let me fill all your holes with my seed. Taking you like the needy whore you are.” His hands traveled down to your thin panties. Rough hands gripping the fabric before tearing them right off your lower half. He wasted no time in reaching down to cup your heat. 

“Already so wet,” he said pushing in a finger. You moaned at the intrusion. Thighs trying to close his hand in where you needed it most. He started to curl it in your tight hole. Hitting the spongy spot that you didn’t even know was there. 

“Master Ren please,” you sighed out. 

“So desperate to be fucked. So eager.”

You groaned when he removed his fingers. Instantly yelping as he flipped you over. You tried your best to steady your hands, gripping the sheets before what you knew was to come. Then you felt it. His large leaky tip pressed at your entrance. He let out a groan as he sheathed himself fully in your wet walls. You let out a broken scream at feeling. His stretch driving you mad. Before you knew it his hands went to your hips as he started driving in and out. 

You could feel your essence dripping down your thighs. The pressure of his massive cock reaching the deepest parts of you. You were a mess of broken moans and curses. His bruising grip never faulting, surly to leave marks later on, tears springing in your eyes due to the mix of pain and pleasure. 

“So fucking tight. Just a hole for me to use”

“Kylo please... gonna cum” 

You didn’t think you’d be able to cum without any clit simulation but the feeling was just too sweet. He sped up his thrusts, hitting that spot just right, making you see stars brighter than the ones in the sky. The knot in your belly burst. You bit your lip trying to contain the whimpers and almost scream. 

His thrusts started to falter as he was close to his end. He reached back into your hair pulling you up. His clothed chest pressing against your nude back. 

“Tell me what you want, whore”

“Please fill me with your cum master Ren!”

The groan he let out in your ear doubled with the last harsh thrust in your sensitive pussy was enough of a warning before you felt him spill inside you. He started slowing down trying to ride his high the last he could. You fell forward into the sheets, catching your breath. 

You both shared a sigh as he pulled out, tucking himself back in his trousers. The feeling of your mixed releases sticky and leaking out of you. 

Turning around you saw he picked up your clothes before setting them next to you on the bed. 

“Get back to work,” he said walking out of the room but before making it all the way out he turned and said “I want you back here after your shift” 

[mxchellesworld]

KINKTOBER DAY 3

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kink 22 | dialogue 27

Poe Dameron x Reader

warnings; smut, roleplay 

a/n; this is my first time writing for poe and im so glad i got this request!! bear with me if its not the best but im really excited to branch out from who i usually write for, as always hope you enjoy!

***

It was early in the morning when Poe had to get up for a big meeting since he was now the General. You felt him shift in bed, losing the warmth of his embrace on your bare back. He grunted as he got up, feet patting along the cold tile to get to the bathroom. You shifted over to lay on your back, thinking about the scruffy man in the shower. 

You were so proud of Poe for being such a great leader. Not only as one of the best fucking pilots in the galaxy but for being able to gain the trust of the resistance and Leia, bless her soul. Maybe you should do something special for him as an intimate little ‘thank you for helping save all of our lives’.

A wet towel being thrown in your face brought you out of your thoughts. Quickly you shoved it away to see Poe pulling on his pants and a shirt from off the floor. Your eyes made contact as you sent him a mock pout, “Aw looks like I missed the show General.”

He chuckled as he walked over to where you were laying, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Really? Because from my point of view the shows on full display,” he smirked looking down to where the sheets fell from covering your chest. 

You pointed a finger at him glaring, “Watch it Dameron.” 

He got up to lace his boots mumbling a quiet, “I liked General better.” 

“I heard that,” you yelled from the bathroom. 

“You were meant to”

You heard bb-8′s happy beeps signaling to Poe that it was time to leave before he was late to his meeting. 

“Be back in an hour. Love you,” he yelled out. 

“Love you.” After hearing the door close you stepped out of the bathroom ready to put your plan in motion. 

_

Poe came home to a dark welcoming. All the lights were off in the living room but maker was he surprised when he opened up your shared bedroom. You were sitting on the edge of the bed donning his orange pilot uniform, barley zipped to your belly button, leaving little of your chest to the imagination. 

“Welcome home General,” you said seductively, red lipstick painting your supple lips. 

You heard him whisper a soft fuck as he made his way between your legs, standing towering over you. 

Teasingly you ran your hands over his pants, resting on the buckle of his belt as you slowly started to undo it. “What are you staring at?” you said looking up at him, batting your eyelashes. 

“By the looks of that name tag, the best fuckin pilot in the galaxy,” he gritted out. You shuttered, you loved it when he got cocky. 

After pulling down his pants you reached into his boxers and started stroking his long cock. “Well then what do you what do you say we go for a ride?” you said smirking up at him, “Whats the phrase again? Save an x-wing, ride a pilot.”

You chuckled as he started to strip off his shirt, crawling on the bed to rest his head on the pillows. Stripping of the jumpsuit you followed his actions, crawling over him and watching as he played with himself. Large hand tugging on his length. 

You settled above him, rising onto your knees as he helped your align himself with your already wet core. Slowly settling down you gasped, no matter how often you fucked, you would never get used to the stretch he gave you, feeling inch by inch as you finally settled all the way down. 

One hand was on your hip while the other was resting behind his head. 

“You know what to do pilot”

“Yes sir, General,” you replied as you started to move your hips. 

You started off slowly getting used to the feel of him before you started putting on a show. Your hands went to your breasts tugging on your nipples and letting out desperate moans of his name. Testing the waters you started to bounce on him faster, cunt clenching as you started to hit that spot inside of you, making him let out louder hisses.

“Stars,” he groaned, hands moving to grip your hips. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

He started to thrust into you, meeting you halfway. You fell forward in pleasure, hands on either side of his face as you leaned down to share a sloppy kiss. You kept grinding your hips matching the movement of his thrusts. Both of you moaning into each other’s mouths, letting out curses.

“Fuck Poe I’m so close,” you whimpered out. 

His grip on your hips was brutal as he held on and pounded into you. Your leaking arousal making it easy for him to move you up and down on his cock. You could feel every vein and inch reaching deep inside you. 

“Cmon pilot finish the mission”

Your giggle was cut off by a moan as his rough fingers started drawing circles on your clit just how you liked. Soon enough his repeated assault on the spongy spot inside of you led you to your end. The knot in your belly burst and you came with a mewl of his name and curses. 

You could tell he was close by his faltering movements and pulsing cock. You went to suck marks on his golden skin, adding on to the pleasure he was feeling, “Let go for me General, fill me up.”

He pulled you down to him with one final thrust, exploding inside your warm walls. Breathing heavy as he softened inside of you. Your hands went to his hair, running your fingers in his dark locks. 

Getting up you leaned back and smiled at the blissed out look on his face, “I think-” You were cut off by a pounding on the door followed by an all too familiar roar. 

“Shit” you both let out. 

“I really gotta start locking at door.”