#idk if i will be able to continue kinktober

[takuyas-boyfie]

realized that, even if something's in the way like a fic event of some sorts, I can't get to write something decent without getting tired of it

[i2sunric]

𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘 (s.jy)

PAIRING: horny!jake x succubus!reader (f)

SUMMARY: jake has always been an hyper sexual type boy, always seeking relief in the depth of night. but his hand isn't as satisfying anymore and neither are his toys, and in his moment of desperation, you appear like a gift sent from heaven (or hell).

WARNINGS: kinktober. succubus (a sexual demon), masturbating, pillow humping, riding, overstimulation, messy blow job, jake is kinda sub, doggy, missionary, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), cream pie, dirty talking, manhandling, (idk if there’s a slight cnc?), slight choke kink, jake whines and whimpers (we like), cum eating, oral (m receiving), pussy licking, pet names (jakey, baby), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 20th October 2024

WC: 2.9k

TAGLIST: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries @onlyhyunjin @xcosmi @strawberrhypen @heeheeswifey @destinyhoon @jakeflvrz @emislove @astratlantis @tunafishyfishylike @branchrkive @insommni4 @kirinaa08 @leiclerc @nxzz-skz @laurradoesloveu @beomluvrr @heeshlove (oneshot) @leov3rse @eileenville @roastandtoast @heeaxvhhoon @doublebunv @ancnymcnzjy @heartynoo @rii7eis7 @lyxnneee @yunahszx

a/n: i literally have 8 drafts for kinktober but i’m not sure i’ll be able to finish them all (sorry). i don’t even really like how this one came out but i thought i owned y’all some new fics since i’ve been ia for a while. please REBLOG to spread bcs only likes don’t take authors so far. thank you 🩷

Jake was resting on his bed, or so he tried to. His back was against the mattress, the only light illuminating the room was the one of the moon, entering from the window as if to peek to his desperation.

Fact was, he had been a painful hard on the whole day and fate wanted that he couldn’t seem to make himself come.

It was true when they said that as you overdo something, you grow tired of it, because his hand had stopped working a couple of weeks before, which led him to the sex shop downtown to purchase a couple of toys.

And they worked, for the following couple of days until the empty feeling after jerking off hadn’t come back.

“Ugh…” He muttered to himself, he was desperate at this point.

His entire body felt hot with arousal, the air around him getting stuffy. It was a wonder how his hand hadn’t fallen off from all the wanking he had done in the past week.

Jake was left with a raging bulge making fun of him through the fabric of his sweats, his cock so hard it was even painful to exist.

He grabbed his phone from off to the side, opening up the internet in hopes of finding something to satisfy his needs. He began scrolling on a pornography site, a small sigh escaping from his mouth as he quickly found something he liked.

It was a rather soft porn, just a ‘morning sex’ one, he skipped all the intro until it got to the good part.

Jake slowly pulled down his sweats, just enough to free his cock from the restraints of the clothing.

He hadn’t even worn his boxers to bed, feeling suffocated.

He raised the volume of the video, holding his phone with one hand while he started to touch himself with the other.

He was sensitive, slowly pumping his shaft up and down. As the moans of the video got louder and the boy fucked the girl harder into the mattress, he too tried to fast his pace— and nothing.

Jake continued his search, even going to the hidden pictures of his galleries where he kept screenshots of his favourite porns of all times.

Nothing seemed to work on him, nothing brought him enough pleasure to get him off.

Jake groaned loudly and threw his phone on the mattress, far away from him.

He stared at his cock as if it had personally offended him, it stood proud and angry red in front of him.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

If hand didn’t work, and neither did the kinky toys he got, he’d have to try the traditional way of fucking a pillow.

He grabbed the pillow from behind his head and turned around, his chest now pressed onto the mattress.

Jake rested his head on the other, smaller pillow while he raised his backside, enough to make a makeshift hole of the pillow.

He inserted his aching cock and thrusted his hips, slowly. The fabric of the pillow touching his length made him moan softly. He tried to imagine someone being under him, someone letting him rut his cock inside of them.

Just as he focused on the small pleasure he got, a giggle made his eyes widen in surprise.

Peeking from behind his shoulder, he noticed a red figure.

“What—“ Jake turned around, covering his dignity with the pillow (as if he wasn’t just grinding on it). There was no way someone had entered his bedroom, or his house in general. He remembered he had locked all the doors before going to bed, so how did you get inside?

You stood in front of the bed, looking at him with a wide smile on your face. Your skin was reddish, and you had small horns on your head, as well as a tail moving left and right, as if you were amused by the scene you had just witnessed.

“Hey,” You purred, waving your hand at him “Having fun there?”

“Who are you?” He asked, moving into a sitting position “Or… what are you?”

Your body was barely covered by a brown top and a pair shorts of the same colour, making your curves and body perfectly visible.

Lord, if you weren’t such an arousing sight. Had he been in the right mind, and not clouded by lust, he would’ve realised you were a succubus.

A demon that got its power from having sex with desperate men in the middle of the night, taking strength by their semen. Your body was meant to make him horny.

“Don’t worry about it...” You raised a brow, as if to ask, him for his name.

Jake understood and cleared his throat “Jake.”

You smiled happily “Jake, what a pretty name for a pretty boy!” You exclaimed.

“I am Y/N.” You introduced yourself, placing a hand on your chest, clearly making his attention go to your tits.

He nodded in reply, his eyes ranking over your figure warily “So.. what are you?”

You just rolled your eyes. “It doesn’t matter, I’m here to help you.” You bit your bottom lip “Don’t hide from me.”

Jake glanced down at where the pillow was hiding his lower body and let out a shaky breath.

He debated whether to listen to you or try and get some more answers out of you— but you were so willingly giving your help to him, he couldn’t just refuse you. Not after he had waited for this moment so long.

Cautiously, he removed the pillow, showing his cock that sprang free.

Your eyes widened and your mouth watered. “Aren’t you huge?” You complimented, loving the way it throbbed at your comment.

Just the sight of your perfect body made some precum leak from the tip, and you knew he must’ve been so pent up he was suffering.

“You don’t have a pussy to bury your pretty cock in?” You purred, slowly crawling on the bed.

“N-no.” Jake replied.

“It’s okay,” You stated, slowly pumping his shaft “You can use mine.”

Just your mere touch made his mind grow foggy, your pretty palm wrapped around his length.

He moaned softly as you spat on it, using your saliva to lubricate the skin.

Jake’s eyes fluttered shut, it just felt so good to finally be touched by something that wasn’t his own hand, and he whimpered when your mouth wrapped around him.

It was so warm and it felt so good, the way you slowly moved up and down, bobbing your head to pleasure him.

Without even him realising, his hand had moved to your hair, grasping your locks as he thrusted upwards.

In a way, you liked how desperate he was. Your power was lowering the past few days and he was just what you needed— a horny college student in desperate need of filling some nice pussy.

Oh, if only he knew your true intentions.

His hips began to move as he held you still, fucking your mouth like you were a flesh light. Though you felt even better.

You gagged around his length and the sound only fuelled his contorted desires. “Mh— fuck.” He moaned, his hips snapping back and forth “So good,” Jake breathed out “So fucking good.”

You decided to hollow your cheeks and let him use you, one of your hands moving inside your panties to lazily circle your clit. You were already dripping wet, while he was leaking precum inside your mouth, filling your taste buds with a bittersweet taste.

“I’m so close, M’gonna— Oh!” He groaned loudly as he shot his thick load down your throat, his cock pulsating inside your mouth as he pushed your head down further. You palmed his balls, just adding to the overwhelming pleasure he felt.

You could almost feel him whole down your throat, you frowned as you tried your best not to gag around it.

After a couple of seconds, he let you go, his breath heavy as he tried to regain strength.

You pulled away and licked your lips, loving the sweet taste of his cum.

And as you looked down, you noticed he was already hard. You widened your eyes, a smirk forming on your lips.

But Jake wasn’t as lust-high as he had been when you found him humping his night pillow, and he sat up properly.

With one swift movement he grabbed your throat, making sure not to squeeze it too tight and he pressed his plump lips on yours.

As surprised as you were, you quickly recovered and reciprocated the kiss, teeth crashing and tongues swiping one on the other.

His free hand snuck between your thighs, feeling your wetness, making him swallow your moan.

“So wet for me, mh?” Jake murmured on your lips, helping you out of your tight shorts “Let me give you back your favours.”

You felt his finger press against your entrance but you stopped him. You certainly didn’t need any prepping, the only thing you needed was him shooting his cum deep inside of you.

But that, he didn’t need to know, so you just whined “Need you inside of me Jakey, please.”

“Yeah?” He retrieved his hand, manhandling you into the mattress. He crashed your head on the pillow - yes, the one he was fucking just a few minutes before - and held your ass up.

It was cute how he thought he was in charge, but you didn’t mind being dominated, so you let him be.

He opened your asscheeks with his slender fingers and licked a long stripe out of your folds, making you moan.

“Hurry,” You pressed your backside further into his face, making Jake slap your asscheek.

Had your skin not been already red, his slap would’ve left an angry mark. But you liked it, so you pressed your ass against him again.

Jake groaned, slapping the same asscheek that left a burning sensation cursing through your body.

He moved up, quickly discarding his shirt and sweatpants, throwing them somewhere on the floor. “Want a condom?” You almost laughed at his question, reaching a hand to pull him close, you hissed “Give it to me raw.”

He felt himself grow even harder at your dirty talk, he pumped his shaft and pressed it against your clit, gathering all your sweet juices.

You hummed softly at the teasing, needing him to be inside of you, that thick cock to press against your cervix and making you see the heaven you weren’t allowed in.

With one quick thrust, Jake slammed all of himself inside of you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

It was true that you didn’t need any prepping, having done this for a living - literally - but you felt him whole, “S’deep.” You sighed.

Jake moaned at how your walls hugged him, squeezing any drop of precum, swallowing his full length.

He pulled out just to slam back inside, gripping your asscheeks. “Fuck,” He breathed out, his pace already quickening as he tried to chase both of your highs.

“You like it deep, baby?” He asked, “You like it feeling me so deep inside of ya?”

You nodded, reaching your hand behind to touch him, but Jake got ahold of your wrists and held both of them behind your back.

The position would’ve been uncomfortable if you weren’t so aroused, it’d been a while since you were fucked hard and Jake seemed like the best victim you had in ages.

“Pussy so good,” He grunted, eyes squeezing as he felt himself near the edge “So fucking perfect, baby.”

You tried to peek at him from behind your shoulder, and Jake noticed. He gave you a sly wink and let go of your wrists, pulling out of you to turn you around.

Your back was now on the mattress, the human spread your legs wide as he aligned with your entrance once again.

He positioned your legs on his shoulders and quickly got inside again, as if he were addicted to being in you, his balls slapped against your ass.

“Better, ain’t it?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down to you to kiss his lips “I get to see your pretty face as I fill you up with my cum.” The angle you were bent was awkward but you didn’t really care.

The thought made you clench around him and Jake groaned in your mouth, his cock rutting fast and deep.

The squelching sound of skin slapping filled the room, for once Jake was glad of owning a house and not an apartment, or the neighbours would’ve had already come to complain.

He held your throat with his veiny hands, adding just the right amount of pressure to make you light-headed.

“Jakey,” You breathed out, mouth agape “Want your cum, give it to me.”

Your words only fuelled his desire, he sped his movements - if it was even possible - his face contorted in pleasure as he felt his orgasm approach.

“Yes, yes, M’gonna give it to you, baby,” He chanted out, his cock throbbing “Fuck— I’m gonna fill you up so good.”

He rested his forehead against your shoulder and squeezed your clothed breast, kneading at the soft flesh.

His movements became sloppy until with one last, deep thrust he came deep inside of you.

“Yes!” You breathed out, as his cum flooded inside of you, you could feel yourself growing stronger, your powers returning.

Jake’s movements grew slower until they stopped, his laboured breath tickled your skin.

He was tired, strangely so, he pulled out of you and laid beside you “Shit, this was the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

His eyes closed as exhaustion washed over him, but you weren’t done.

Oh, you were far from done.

First, you hadn’t come yet and second, you needed more of his semen.

You climbed on top of him, smiling at his fucked up state. He looked so pretty with messy hair, swollen lips and red cheeks.

Jake slowly opened his eyes, widening them a little as he took you in “Y/N? What are you— Fuck.”

He groaned loudly as you fisted his softened cock, wanting him to get hard again so you could ride him.

“S-stop.” He gripped your hand but you were stronger than him now, shoving it away “Shh, I’ll make you feel good, pinky promise.”

You chuckled within yourself, slowly grinding your wet pussy on his hardening length.

Jake sighed, his hands lazily holding your hips “You need to cum, baby?”

You hummed, your fingers grazing his happy trail “Mh… yes, will you make me?”

Jake nodded, his eyes half lidded “I can use my tongue, no need to…” He grunted as you lifted yourself and held his dick up, slowly lowering on him.

As you bottomed out, you moaned, the shadow of his bulge peeking through your stomach.

You threw your head back, his cock sliding in and out easily thanks to your wetness and his previous orgasm still lingering inside of you.

“M-too sensitive baby, please…” You chuckled, “You can take another one.”

His brows furrowed as you alternated between moving up and down and grinding him, his nails digging in the skin of your hips.

“So? Can you take another one, mh?” Jake sighed, nodding his head weakly “Y-yes.”

“Atta’ boy.” You exclaimed, rewarding him by riding him faster.

Jake felt all of your movements, the overwhelming sensation making his body rock with tremors “Can’t… can’t.”

“No, you can.” You grasped his shoulders and moved your hips almost frantically, your clit brushing against his skin.

His body tensed, his feet flexing and relaxing, “Fuck… I’m gonna cum again.”

You bit your bottom lip, feeling your climax reach as well “Mh… give it all to me, Jakey.”

His hands moved to your breasts as he squeezed them to the point of pain, you clenched around him and he snapped.

His cum shot inside of you, his cock throbbing painfully as he came for the third time of the night.

He whimpered when you didn’t stop, trying to move you away but you didn’t, you just kept moving until you saw white as well.

Your legs trembled as you reached your euphoria, while Jake’s body collapsed whole on the bed.

His eyes slowly closed, too tired to even stay awake. He slowly succumbed to sleeping.

You smiled victoriously, feeling your powers raise even more. Standing up, you let the remaining of his semen drop out of you and stretched.

Sighing contentedly, you reached for your discarded shorts and put them back on.

“I’m feeling so refreshed!” You smiled happily, but as you turned around you saw Jake’s slumped figure on the mattress.

Feeling pitiful, since he seemed so vulnerable, you covered his naked body with the blanket. Smiling at his face, you noticed he really was a pretty guy.

You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, moving some hair out of his sticky forehead.

“See you soon, Jakey.” You smirked and disappeared, with the intention of coming back to him whenever you felt weak. Which, maybe would’ve happened more often.

[slut4thebroken]

Claiming Victory

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Scarecrow x vigilante!reader

Summary | An encounter with the infamous Scarecrow doesn’t go the way you expected.

Warnings | non con, smut, dry humping, degradation, rape threats (mentioned once), dacryphilia, fear toxin, groping, idk lol.

Words | 1.6 k

Notes | Lmaooo I almost didn’t think I was going to finish this by October 1st 🙈

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 1: dry humping

He stalked toward you slowly, savoring the sight of you screaming and staggering away from him, barely able to keep yourself on your feet. He ached to know what you were seeing, but just watching you like this was enough to satisfy him for now. When you tripped over your own feet and landed on your butt, he stopped and stared down at you through the mask, watching as you still tried to get away from him. Though now you were looking around yourself too, not just at him. With a sigh, he quickly walked forward, then nudged you onto your back with his foot and straddled your thighs, keeping you pinned in place. 

“It’s disappointing how easily you break.” He said calmly. You didn’t respond, as he expected, but when your screams turned into violent sobs, he sighed again. “I thought you’d have more fight in you.” His hand shot out to grab your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. He smiled when you brought your hands up to claw at his arm, trying to pull it away. 

“Should I see what the rest of this pretty face looks like?” He smirked, using his other hand to trace over the edge of your mask near your temple. Leaning down over you, he watched as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hide from whatever beautiful horrors you were being forced to see. But that only seemed to make things worse. Your crying intensified, echoing throughout the empty building, and you started writhing, trying to find an escape. 

When your hips bucked, he had to move his hand from your mask to the floor to stabilize himself. He let out a sharp breath as he remained leaning over you, the position making it easier for you to rub against his growing bulge. 

Tears streamed down your face and you started mumbling incoherent pleas. His hand moved from your face to your neck and he squeezed tightly— based on your reaction, his toxin must have made this action seem far worse than it actually was. 

He tilted his head as he watched you with morbid fascination. You looked so beautiful like this. 

Your hands started clawing at his face now, trying to push him away or hurt him enough to make him get off of you, but he just huffed and put both of your arms by your sides, under his legs. He leaned back over you and started subtly rocking his hips. 

“Isn’t it so much better when you don’t fight?” He cooed, his voice sounding far from comforting. “Always trying to be so strong… so brave.” He hummed thoughtfully as he placed a firm hand on your waist. 

“You think you’re untouchable, that no one could ever possibly beat you…” Slowly dragging his hand up your side, he watched your reaction carefully and continued, “Yet here you are... wearing this skin tight suit,” his hand finally reached your breast and he squeezed roughly, making you cry harder, “pinned down by little ol’ me… and not untouchable at all.” He smirked, groping you even harder as his hips sped up. 

“How about we see what we’re working with?” He asked rhetorically. You barely reacted when he grabbed the zipper at the base of your neck, slowly pulling it down to your navel. “Oh wow…” He grinned, pushing your suit open to expose your bra. “Let's get this out of the way though.” Grabbing the middle of your bra, he tore it in half easily, then pushed it open so he was finally able to see you. He couldn’t help the low groan that slipped out. 

“Look at you.” He cooed, placing his hands on your stomach and snaking them up until he could grab your tits. You sobbed louder, but your voice was becoming hoarse from all of the screaming and crying. “Do all of the villains you fight get to pin you down and grope you? Or am I just special.” He chuckled, knowing it was the latter. 

You started thrashing under him again, trying to escape him or whatever you were seeing. He removed his hands and smirked when he watched the way your tits moved. 

“You can fight a little harder… Come on.” He encouraged teasingly. When your body kept writhing and your hips kept bucking, he cursed under his breath, savoring the feeling of you rubbing against his bulge. “That’s it. Fight a little harder and maybe you’ll actually do some damage.” He laughed quietly. 

After another moment, he reached for your tits again, but focused on your nipples this time. You cried loudly when he pinched and pulled, rolling them between his fingers in a way that wouldn’t feel good even if his toxin wasn’t in your system. Based on your screams, he knew he was doing a good job, but you were starting to get just a little too loud for his liking. 

He paused and leaned back up, then quickly removed his tie. Your cry was cut off by him shoving the fabric in your mouth, effectively muffling your sounds. He didn’t bother tying it around your head since you weren’t cognizant enough to even realize what was actually happening. 

“That’s a good girl. Keep crying for me, but stay nice and quiet.” He cooed as he leaned back over you again, hovering a few inches above your face. His hips started rocking again, but his movements were faster and more eager. Moving his hands back to your tits, he resumed groping you, making you whine. 

“You like this, don’t you?” He chuckled, carefully studying your expression. “Finally getting put in your place… being humped and groped on the floor, the way a little whore deserves.” All you could do was cry— your body was barely even struggling underneath him now, just squirming weakly. 

“You know, I think I deserve a reward for being the first villain to actually vanquish you.” He said with a cruel smirk, reaching for your mask again. You didn’t even react when he slowly removed it from your face. “Oh, look at you…” He cooed, studying your face intently. He already knew you were beautiful, but seeing your entire face… it was even better than he thought. His gaze shifted between your eyes and your lips hungrily, getting worked up by the feeling of you squirming under him and the sound of your pitiful sobs. Then he shifted his focus down to your neck. At the sight of your smooth skin, completely untouched and untainted… he growled low in his throat and quickly removed his mask. 

“I think I’ll leave you with some reminders of what happened tonight...” He said, sounding almost smug, then leaned down to start kissing your neck. His hips were still rutting incessantly and he savored your muffled whimpers and cries as he sucked the skin into his mouth, leaving as many marks as he could. 

His cock was practically throbbing in his pants by now, begging to be released, but he kept his focus on you. He trailed kisses down your chest, still covering your pretty skin with evidence of his assault, then took your nipple in his mouth. You let out a muffled sob that turned into a scream when he suddenly bit down on the hardened bud. He chuckled softly against you and kissed his way across your chest to give your other nipple the same treatment. 

Your thrashing had died down significantly, as had your sounds. Now you were mostly just sobbing weakly and the sound was enough to send him barrelling toward his orgasm. He moved up so his lips brushed your ear, his hips still humping you frantically. “Next time I’m going to fuck you.” He whispered, moaning quietly at the thought. “Sorry… rape you.” He chuckled, not really knowing or caring if you were able to hear his promise with his toxin still in your system.

Jonathan leaned back so he was hovering over your face and took a moment to admire you. There was a light sheen of sweat on your forehead, your brows were scrunched together and your eyes squeezed tight. The tear tracks covering your cheeks were what finally sent him over the edge. 

Feeling his balls tighten up, he quickly lifted himself back up to open his pants and take out his cock. He shuffled forward over your body a little and stroked his length rapidly, then hot come was landing on your chest, covering your tits and even getting on your suit. He yanked his tie out of your mouth and moved up a little more to get the last few ropes of come on your face. 

With a satisfied grunt, he sat back on your stomach and caught his breath, listening to your hoarse, broken sobs as you thrashed under him, probably having a hard time breathing under his weight. He sighed and reached for your neck, squeezing as hard as he could while pushing on your windpipe. Your mouth opened and you were gasping for air, desperately trying to take in oxygen as your thrashing increased tenfold until finally it all stopped and you went limp beneath him. 

While you were knocked out, he tucked his cock back in his pants, then put his mask back on and pocketed his tie that was slightly damp with your saliva. He left your suit unzipped and your mask on the ground, satisfied that you’d know, or at least have an idea of exactly what he did. Then he got up and walked out, leaving you in the abandoned warehouse. 

He considered taking you, after all, he deserved a trophy for being the first villain to ever conquer you… But the chase was the best part, so he let you continue to roam free for now, building up anticipation for the next time you’d encounter him. 

[star-xxx1]

Cervix kisses 18+

Stalker! Pervert! Best friend! Natasha x fem!reader.

Warnings: G!p Natasha, dub-con, Somo, masterbation, a bit of a breeding kink, dom Natasha, praise kink and degradation kink, stalking, pantie stealing, pictures (idk what to call it), groping, mommy kink.

A/n: In order of kinktober, even though I am not doing it I thought I should at least do one, right? Natasha is a lot of things here.

A faint luminescence emanated throughout the void, casting ghostly shadows on the walls and floor. soft, guttural sounds along with heavy panting filled the room. Your name gentle rolling off Natashas tounge as she moved her hand frantically up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of water running and skin slapping echoed in the room, providing a sensual backdrop to Natasha's lewd performance. She continued to watch you through the hidden camera that she had installed In your shower, capturing your evey move.

You hummed to yourself while scrubbing your body with the soapy loofah, having no idea that you were be watched. A pair of your panties were wrapped around Natashas dick as she jerked off to the site of your beautiful body, wishing it were your soft hand instead of hers. You had no clue that they were in the hands of your bestfriend. You thought you had just lost them around the house. Natasha stole them whilst you were sleeping, on one of your many sleepovers you guys enjoyed. She sniffed them before stuffing them into her bag, the smell of your prefect pussy lingering on them causing her strained cock to become even harder.

Her eyes glued to the screen, her hand squeezing her pulsating sex harder. her breathing hitching as she neared climax. she threw her head back into the soft, fluffy pillow with a moan and arched her spine, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wide. Thick ropes of cum squirting out and drenching your panties. Natasha's body shuddered under the force of her orgasm, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rode out the intense sensation. Finally, she opened them again, focusing on your figure in the shower once more.

"See you soon, pretty girl." She whispered out, throwing your cum soaked panties to the side. She shut the laptop. Standing up to shower herself, getting ready for the sleepover that you both planned today.

Two hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was the only sensation you could feel. The white soft bedding was nothing compared to Natasha's hands on your body. She pulled you into her front as you wrapped your arm around, entangling your legs together. She kissed your rosy cheek, and you smiled. "What did you love most about today?" Your voice came out smooth as slik.

They was so much to pick out of. The time when you needed help getting your bra off, and you exposed your back to Natasha asking her to unclip it. She pulled you down onto her lap abruptly. She wasn't embarrassed that she knew you could feel her hard on, biting her lip to stifle a moan at the pressure, as she aided you. Or when you bent over numerous times to get stuff out of the counters. Or when you need her help to reach something, she grabbed your hips and lifted you, pining you against the marbel counter with her crotch, whilst her hands roamed up dangerous, close to your plush boobs. Or...

There was just so much that Natasha got to go with you today, being able to touch you in places where you wouldn't allow anyone else to. You and Natasha had a very flirty friendship and were so comfortable with each other. You would pee with the door open, get dressed in front of her, share all your secrets, and she would do all the same back to you. Only if you knew that it only fueled her sexual desire to break you into her toy, dominate you, be your only source of comfort. And even in the friendish zone, she controlled you. It was like you were both obsessed with each other, telling each other every detail. The number of times that you had been mistaken as her girlfriend were astronomical because of how lovey you guys were for 'just friends', but you couldn't lie. You definitely had caught feeling for the redhead, maybe even more...

"I don't have a favourite. I love doing everything with you." She whispered into the cold night air. "Aw, that's sweet and kinda cheesy." You joked out. She chuckled and held you closer. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Natty." You nuzzled your head into Natashas chest. Her clothed breasts develop your face whole.

Natasha adored your light snores. She found them adorable. Her hand coming down to caress the smooth swell of your ass, which stuck out of your flimsy sleep shorts. 'I bet you're so nice and tight,' she thought to herself, squeezing the soft flesh. She couldn't help but fanitise about you. Your curves and your shape were perfect in Nat's eyes.

"Natasha." The name came tumbling from your mouth In a moan like manner. She stared at you, wondering if you had woken up and felt her rough hands on your ass. But no, you were still fast asleep. "Dreaming about me, princess?" She whispered into your ear, carefully biting it.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and got up for the bed, making sure not to wake you up. Natasha carefully turned you on okay the back, lifting up your shirt. Your pretty pink nipples are standing tall and proud. "So precious." She cooed. She lovingly kissed your breasts valley.

Natasha started taking pictures of your bare breasts, and you cute buds. Your ass too. She couldn't wait to add this to her collection of your body. She had them on her phone to view at any time, pictures on her wall that she took down when you came over, and in scrapbooks. She just loved you very much.

After taking around 30 pictures, she stopped, getting back into the comfy bed and wrapping her arms around you. She stared at your boobs. Her hard on getting painful. "You look so peaceful when sleeping, princess." Her hands ducking into her boxers, pulling out her thick cock.

"Natasha." Came the name out your plump lips again, your unconscious form shifting a bit. "I know, baby, it will all be okay." She fake pouted. Natasha moved your legs apart, settling in between them. Rubbing your clothed pussy.

"I've been waiting so long for you, baby." Natasha dragged the cotton materiel down your legs. Looking down at your panties, she saw the thick layer of slick. your pussy glistening in the moonlight. "A wet dream, huh?" She teased. She came to hover above you, each hand planted firmly beside your head. She stared at your soft face, kissing your forehead. "This is going to be so good doll."

She smirks as she positions her cock at your dripping entrance. With a gentle push, she slides into your wet pussy, filling you up. She groaned and bit her lip to contain herself. Slowly and gently, she begins to thrust into you, her hands running up and down your sides soothingly as she takes you slowly. her breath warm against your neck as she continues her slow, sensual rhythm. The tip of her cock rubs against your sensitive inner walls, causing tiny jolts of pleasure to run through you. You suddenly jolted awake with a loud moan. Natasha's eyes flashed as she saw you wake up, She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered.

"Baby, you're tight." her meaty shaft sending sharp waves of pleasure shooting through your body. "Fuck yes baby, mommy's cock is deep inside you. You feel so good wrapped around me."

You couldn't stop the moans that spilt out of you as the redhead used you for her pleasure. You tried to wiggle away, but her strong hands firmly held you in place. "Natty!" You gasped out as she slapped your thigh. "You can't fucking run slut" her hand came to cover your mouth, preventing your cries. Salty Tears rolled down your face, not from fear, no pleasure. "You promise to be good?" Her hips came to a halt, you let out a loud muffled whine, as you nodded profusely. Natasha laughed at your pathetic little self. her breath warm against your skin. She let go of your face, her fingers moving to play with your nipples gently as she begins building up the intensity as she goes. Your arms go to wrap around her back, holding her close.

Feeling your arms wrap around her, Natasha leans into the embrace, her body flush against yours. Her thrusts become deeper and harder now, pushing herself fully inside you with each stroke. "That's it, baby. Take mommy's big cock." You moans mixed together like a lustful harmony. "Fuck, you feel so good," Natasha groans out, her hips pushing into yours with more force as she hits deep inside you once again. "Mommy loves you, baby girl." She peppered your forehead with kisses as your mind slowly started to drift off into a land full of pleasure.

"I love you too." You whimper out.

"My little cumdump," She smirks, a calculating bossiness lacing her tone. Her hips begin to grind against yours once more, taking control of their shared rhythm. "You're so fucking sexy when you take my cock like this. You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my babies?" Her cock tip perfectly kissing your cervix sending pleasure through out your body as you clawed at her back. "Mommy!" You cried out, her cock nuzzled perfectly into you. Natasha's nails dig into your hips as she leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue dives into your mouth, exploring and claiming territory as she continues to pound into you. "Letting you best friend fuck you like this? Such a desperate whore." She said looking down at your, with was twisted in pleasure. "Y-your whore." You stutter out. Becoming nothing more but a mindless bitch for the addicting redhead. Natasha chuckles softly as she feels you start to twitch and squirm beneath her, her thrusts becoming more erratic and intense as she nears the edge herself. "That's it, baby. Let mommy watch your pretty face as you cum."

She groans out, her hips bucking wildly as she feels your cum surrounding her cock. Then, with one powerful thrust, she releases herself into you, filling you up with her hot seed as you scream in pleasure. She pants heavily, her body shuddering from the intense orgasm. Her eyes meet yours, filled with satisfaction and love. Natasha smiles softly as she feels your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Her hips continue to grind against yours, her cock still buried deep inside you as she rides out her own pleasure. She pulls out of you, leaving your trembling body, your abused cunt sticky with combined fluids. "That was quite the show, baby girl."

"Natasha." You whined out feeling vulnerable after being fucked so harshly by her.

"Shhh." She soothed you.

You felt your pussy gaping, her cum dripping out of you. You whined as you felt your sensitive body begin pulled and up manhandled. She sat you in her lap, your eyes heavily. But before you fell into sweet sleep, you heard your best friends voice. "Can I get a kiss, baby?" You nodded, eyesight hazy. You captured her lips in a sweet, lovingly kiss before falling deep alseep, fucked out. She chuckled and kissed your forehead before lifting up your limp body and taking you to the bathroom. She was going to give you the best aftercare since you were now her perfect princess. Well, you always were.

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[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Kinktober Day 8: "Sthenolagnia"

Summary: You've always had a not-so-well-hidden thing for men with muscles. So, it was only to be expected that you would develop a crush on Alex!

Warning(s): Reader is a picky lady in this one, Dub-con(?), Alex is kinda mean in this one, Fingering, Muscle Worship kinda(More so that the reader just really likes men with muscles and her dreams come true tbh)

Side Note(s): quick note: sthenolagnia just equals "muscle worship". when i first heard of it, it sounded way dirtier than what it actually is.

Also second side-note, instead of Anthon from ZZZ. I'm gonna switch it up to Alex from SDV because— idk, I thought it would fit him more lol.

You've always been into a certain type of body type when it came down to your men.

Tall and handsome? That was a given and easy to find on a good day, but...what really got you going? A man that was fit and hunky, broad-shouldered, and with arms strong enough to crush a melon between his bicep and forearm. And with such a specific type of interest, your numbers in the dating pool reduced significantly. You thought you'd be able to ignore it, and date men who were outside of your picky selection box but...it was so hard!

As someone who preferred to be tossed around.

You couldn't stand the thought of a man with arms as thin as a pencil being able to do that to you!

You had just about given up until your grandfather recommended you to move to Stardew Valley on account of a letter you had finally gotten around to reading a few years after his sudden passing. When you packed your bags and got on the first bus there, you weren't expecting much really. A farming town? Old people and families, at most. You weren't expecting there to be people your age and you were fine with that!

You tried to focus your mind on doing good by your grandfather.

At least...until your plans were derailed a little.

When you saw him. The only gridball player in the entire town, tall and handsome, with sun-kissed skin and a pair of green eyes you found yourself getting caught up in every time you spotted him in town! But your favorite part about the stranger? (Who you soon came to figure out was named 'Alex') It was his muscles.

You were hooked on having a taste, just a small one! Nothing too major, after being stuck with such poor pickings in Zuzu city for the last few years, you were a tad bit desperate to fulfill your fantasies!

Luckily, however, Alex was eager to fulfill his own fantasies, especially with the cute new farmer who kept eyeing him like a piece of meat every time you two happened to be in the same vicinity.

. . .

Alex currently sat behind you on the bare wooden floor, your back arched against his chest as he hooked his legs over your won, forcing them to stay open as he used a hand to piston his thick fingers in and out of your pussy whilst he used his free arm to keep you in a headlock. You whined pathetically as loud squelches echoed throughout your small farmhouse, your slick spitting out of your cunt dirtily.

Alex tightened his lock around your head, the tight feeling of his muscles making you dizzy as fat tears began to dot your eyeline. "Stop squirmin' farm girl," Alex hissed against your ear. "You can definitely take it, can't you?" He continued mockingly all before it was followed by a harsh slap against your pussy. A yelp left your lips, Alex laughing at your whines as he strained he looked over your shoulder to admire his work of making the newest addition to the town into his own personal slut.

He slapped your pussy again, enjoying your cries before he suddenly yanked his fingers out from your wetness and shoving them back in, continuing his unforgiving pace. "A-Alex!" You keened. "T-Too...t-too much!" Your body shook and jerked in Alex's hold, your nails scratching fruitlessly against his forearm as your body didn't seem to know whether it wanted Alex to keep you in a headlock or if it wanted him to let you go to get more air into your lungs.

However, Alex was having none of it.

Instead, he loosened his headlock, allowing you a few seconds of air before he resumed his lock only this time...he slapped a hand around your mouth to silence your moans. He roughly pressed your head back against his shoulder, forcing you to look at him while his fingers started to curl and abuse your g-spot.

One merciless thrust after the other...

"Stupid farm girl," He said to you cruelly with a disapproving look in his eyes. "Can't you listen? I said...take it." He hissed.

Your blush behind his hand only increased as you felt his cock twitch and bounce in its confines against your ass. Yet, Alex, he forced himself to be patient as he tried to focus on the imagination of what your pussy would feel like, clenched around his cock as desperately as it was currently on his fingers. "C'mon cute girl, squirt over my fingers and I'll loosen up on you like you're beggin' me to!" He laughed.

He soon paused his fingers momentarily, your brain foolishly beginning to convince itself that he was giving you a break until...he resumed, shoving an extra finger alongside the current two that were inside of you as all three digits honed in on your g-spot. Your whines behind his hand grew higher and higher in pitch, tears falling down your face from the sheer intensity of your pleasure as your thighs started to shake. Your whole body was beginning to shudder more and more until...a stream of liquid gushed out of your cunt.

Alex groaned at the delicious sight, licking his lips as a smirk plastered itself onto his handsome features. "Gooood girl..." He whispered against your ear, placing an appreciative kiss on your cheek, fingering your cunt, and praising you until your squirt finally died down.

Alex kissed you one last time as he pulled his fingers from your cunt. "Knew you could do it, farm girl," He smirked. His arms quickly wrapped around your torso, hugging you to his chest as you struggled to catch your breath, whining and moaning freely now that your mouth wasn't covered anymore. Shakily, your hands ran over Alex's arm appreciatively. And the whole time, your eyes trailed over the beads of sweat that beaded the skin of his forearm and bicep, like a dog eyeing its new favorite toy.

And Alex didn't even dare think of missing the way your eyes threatened to form into hearts as you looked at his muscles. "Y' like that?" He snickered as his arms tightened around you more. "You'll be getting more of 'em in a second. Next, I'll fuck you on that squeaky ass bed of yours, you can admire my arms as I fuck you in a mating press." He continued.

That was when Alex's cock twitched against your ass again, you knew good and well that you weren't a break anytime soon.

Not until you squirted around his cock that is.

[sashi-ya]

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THE RAIN 💦 BYAKUYA KUCHIKI X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 22: WATERSPORTS

🐙 Requested by: Anonymous. Hi! I hope is not too late, but can I request day 22 with Byakuya and f! reader? thank you! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. watersports, pee content, piss kink or whatever you wanna call it. piss play (? idk, best tw possible for this one: keep in mind Byakuya asks reader to pee on his jeans and then while fucking her. Also, he pees inside her. Do not read if you don't like/enjoy this. 🐙 wc: 1,4k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

I want more of you, Byakuya-sama. Everything I wanna try, everything I wanna feel… All of that, if it belongs to you. 

“What the hell is that?” he asks, laying on the bed of some random love hotel of Karakura. 

“Mhghj…” you giggle; the TV had various “movie” options. You pass them all, from up to down, until the triple x ones appear. “Thi- this is porn. Human porn” you continue laughing. 

Byakuya sits properly on the bed, he’s been resting for some time. You insisted on visiting a love hotel in the human world since many Shinigami have already told them about those. (Especially Rukia, but that information shouldn’t be revealed to Byakuya for obvious reasons). 

Him, after annoying pleads, finally said yes. And so, here you are both. 

“But- go back, the previous one… what-“ he asks, interested despite trying to act disgusted. 

“Which one? This on- oh… OH-“ you get silent for a second; the picture shows a woman straight up peeing on a man’s sex. And the man is obviously raptured with such “rain.” 

You turn around to look at your long-haired lover; you do it slowly, and a naughty smirk invades your face. 

“I don’t know what that smile implies, but you look like a degenerate” he says, calmly, trying not to look straight towards the tv… he is trying to act surprised and perhaps disgusted, but there is something inside him that aches to keep watching. 

“Mhgh… aren’t you the one who asked me to go back? You like it, don’t you? you want me to do it?” you tease him; at first jokingly, but soon you take it a hundred percent seriously… Byakuya’s pants are definitely showing an erection.

Byakuya sighs, looking to the side; he can’t maintain eye contact with you, because he knows how much you know him. And blushed cheeks also show how horny he is, very well. Oh, who would have known Kuchiki Byakuya could be that naughty and dirty? 

You crawl up to where he is, right in between his legs. Like a cat, you purr and kiss his neck. 

“What do you want, Byakuya-sama?” you whisper into his ear. “You wanna get wet, babe?” 

Byakuya takes a deep breath and looks at you through the corner of his eye; it takes him a couple of seconds to decide his own fate, but he ultimately does.

“Y-es” he whispers low, incredibly low. It’s so weird to you that he is not able to speak loud and straightforwardly as he usually does. Perhaps he is ashamed, and he shouldn’t be… at all. 

“Very well…” you giggle, planting a kiss on his cheek that turns him on like fire to gasoline. 

You are immediately pinned down the bed, he sometimes forgets he shouldn’t use shumpo in bed. 

Hands surrounding your wrists, keep you like a prisoner of his imponent beauty and manhood. With arms over your head, and legs spread to let him come closer, you wait for his passion. 

“You might be already wet, mh?” he asks, letting go of one of your hands to pull down your pants. 

He is right, you are indeed wet; by simply looking at him, by simply smelling his perfume, you become crazy, needy, aroused. 

Byakuya is pleased to see your panties -that he specifically chose for you to wear- are indeed already dampened in your arousal, and now, apparently he wants them for you to wet them even more. 

Your shirt ends up lifted up to uncover your tummy, he goes down with kisses that feel like soft butterflies laying upon your skin. Byakuya is both a beast in bed, and also a gentle lover that makes you shiver. 

The captain plants kisses over your panties and sex, inhaling your sweet scent he deeply loves; you tangle his hair around your fingers, pulling softly whenever he bites the inner side of your thighs. 

One single finger slides inside you, panties still on, just moved to the side. In and out, just like the way he knows you like it. Exactly the way he knows is perfect. Beckoningly, hitting the upper wall, playing from time to time with your clit. 

However, Byakuya desperately wants to try what he has just seen on that tv, and that still plays in the background. Therefore, he doesn’t want to wait much longer, and perhaps deep inside he prays for your body to be able to suffice such desire. 

“Ride me” he commands -pleads- 

“Y-yes, babe…” you answer back, sure things are about to get messy. 

He flops into the bed, and you crawl on top of him. Hips straddled on his, your hands quickly try unbuttoning his pants. 

“Honestly, your hakama are easier to take off, these modern jeans suck!” you grunt, battling against the buttons. 

“Don’t take them off yet, then. Wet them” he orders. This time his blushed cheeks aren’t because of shame, but because he is absolutely thrilled to make everything as dampened and dirty as possible…. What has gotten into you, Byakuya Kuchiki? Where are your manners as a noble?!

You scoff; then you want them ruined, as well, captain? fine… 

You spread your legs, laying back and letting your ass fall almost at his knees height. Your core in total display for him to see, your fingers moving panties and folds… opened to fulfill this naughty Shinigami’s desires.

“you are lucky we’ve been drinking the whole mini bar when we arrived” you joke, feeling the pressure of your full bladder aching against your other organs. 

“It is not luck if you do everything possible to make it happen” he smirks.

Ah, naughty captain… you planned this, then? 

At first it is a little difficult for you to do it, but soon the first few drops fall from your core making Byakuya bite his inner lip. And then, the stream of semi-transparent rain got not only his jeans and shirt wet, but also everything around. 

Little to no patience he has, as he can’t help himself but touch your core as the golden relief still gushes out. He plays with your clit, getting his forearm as wet as the rest of the things. 

It feels so delicious to push, to relieve yourself and also feel the tingling sensation of his up and down touches on your pleasure button. 

However, Byakuya might not be satisfied yet… 

“Hold it in for a second, please” he begs, unbuttoning the soaked jeans off. His sex being out of such wet prison, ready to impale you as fast as possible. “Come here” 

You crawl again on his crotch, this time letting his sex slide right in. It is difficult as hell not to pee when his hips buck up in a ramming motion. And in fact, you are unable to do so for much longer. 

The pressure of your urine flows out every time he goes in and out of you, making him grunt with noises you’ve rarely listened to before abandoning his mouth. 

His fingertips carve on your ass cheeks, only to get a better grip, and move you faster up and down. 

You can’t even process what exactly is that is making you so incredibly close to an amazing climax, but you let it happen anyway… is it his sex inside you, is it the fact that you have transcended everything and are able to engage in such perverted and dirty acts together? Is it his face of total rapt while fucking you? Is it the splashing sound that mixes with your flesh slapping against each other? Is it him in all its manly glory? Is it everything at the same time? 

Probably… 

“Nghh… do it, inside me… it’s your turn now” you beg, with the twisted idea of having your womb not only full of his soon incoming cum, but also his urine. 

“Y-yes, it’s – nngh…- gonna be difficult- but…” he whines, grunts and all of the things in between as well. Byakuya feels his sex about to explode, but also his bladder… he knew exactly what he was doing when drinking as much as he did. 

It feels warm, warmer. So deliciously hot… the pressure, the way every time he thrusts in you it overflows. 

His forehead sticks to yours when it's not even possible for him to keep going, when he needs to stay a little quiet to finally empty himself into you even before coating your insides with yet another type of relief. 

“This…. ugh…. So good”  “It’s so hot, feels so warm… nghhh….”  “Ye-yes, babe…”

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[bokunoheros]

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab, reader is a hero course student (pretend everything that happened in their first, happened in their 3rd yr instead so that everyone is 18+), that being said this takes place after the provisional license exam, reader kinda sits back and takes it like a bitch sorry i was too lazy to write a power struggle, no sex, blood consumption, lazy ending bc idgaf and needa grind thru my remaining prompts GENRE: not smut but also not exactly sfw either? WORD COUNT: 1K SUMMARY: himiko loves you—and your blood—maybe a little too much. 🦊’s A/N: idk how i’m supposed to act after the most recent two eps so uhm. i WANTED to write sum based on togachako but. that’s too angsty 4 kinktober so uh take this instead ig .. also FORDULA was supposed to write this originally…. when i catch you stanford..

     himiko toga was many things, and a lover was absolutely one of them. a lover of love, of passion, of blood, of you, and, most importantly, your blood. 

     the first time the two of you met one another was at the training camp aoyama had ratted out. she was immediately infatuated by you—which is when it all began. 

     at first, it was just minimal stuff, like looking you up on social media and seeing what posts you were tagged in, and then it quickly escalated to figuring out your schedule and secretly stalking you. whether that be following you home from a distance, your internship agency, or even just an outing with friends, himiko was always there, watching, spying, learning everything she could about you; eventually, it got to the point where she was always around you without your knowledge. whenever she wasn’t with the league, she was stalking you, and suddenly without even realizing it, she found herself sneaking into the dorms late one night, disguised as you, since she had been able to get her hands on some of your blood during your first encounter. 

     unbeknownst to himiko, however, is that for the longest time, ever since the training camp, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched all the time. at first, you thought it was just a trauma response from everything that had gone down, but after talking to your classmates about it, you quickly realized you were the only one someone had their eyes glued on. 

    which is why you started staying up late—tweaking in your bedroom over the fact that someone is definitely out to get you. toga, having expected this, had come up with a plan in advance. 

     knocking lightly on your door, you only get out of bed at the second series of knocks—it was 1am, what could possibly be so important that one of your classmates had to come wake you?

     much to your horror, when you open the door, you’re suddenly standing face to face with—yourself!? what the fuck!

     “wh—” you don’t get a chance to speak, however, when your double is glomping you and pinning you down to the ground.

     were you dreaming? if so, now would be a fantastic time to wake up!

     you’re brought right back to reality, though, when you feel a set of fangs are your neck and your own hair melting away to reveal messy blonde buns—himiko toga. your heart feels like it might pound out of your chest as her hands intertwined with yours, keeping them pinned down against the floor. she pulls away from your pulse point—not having bitten you yet—and looks you in the eye, your own face having melted away to be replaced by her own lovely one. 

     it’s true that her smile gave you butterflies, and you couldn’t deny the way your face felt warm from the close proximity, but that was surely just from your struggles—hey, why wasn’t your body fighting back? were you letting this happen? …shame on you, little hero. 

     “y’know,” she says your name before continuing, “i’ve been waiting so long to see you properly again—i’ve missed you so much,” the blonde says excitedly, cheeks rosy as she smiles wide. 

     “b–but—why?” you gasp out, looking up at the young woman on top of you.

     “because i can’t stop thinking about you, silly,” she tells you, sounding awfully cheerful, as she leans in to press a fleeting kiss to your lips, two more to each of your flushed cheeks, and then down to the pulse point of your throat where you can feel her grin against the thin flesh there. “because i love you—i love izuku and ochako too, of course, but you—i really love you.” her breath is hot against your skin and a chill runs down your spine.

     before you’re able to get another word in, she bites your neck with enough force to break the skin, not that it was very hard to begin with given her fangs, and draw blood.

     “nngh—” 

     “say, you’re not resisting very hard—why is that, hero?” she asks as she begins lapping up the blood. “don’t tell me you have a crush on me?” she inquires, brows raising in interest and smile stretches wide. 

     her words made your body tense even more than it already was, and you actually reflect a bit on her words — the first time you had seen himiko, you had thought she was awfully cute, and you had wished so badly she hadn’t been a villain — and its all you can do to gasp out a quiet no! of denial. 

     “i don’t think that’s quite true,” the blonde insists, picking a new place along your neck to bite at and pierce the skin there. you tilt your head back on instinct in a very weak-willed attempt to get away, naively creating an even better opening for her, something she certainly appreciates. 

     “you don’t— don’t know what you’re talking about,” you spit out, hardly unable to deny the truth of it all. 

     were anyone to walk in right now, they would certainly be in for an odd sight; you with toga’s head straddling the real you’s hips and pinning your hands above your head. 

     “i think i do,” she coos before digging her teeth deeper into your neck and sucking against the skin there, sure to leave a hickey behind in her wake. this continues for about another five minutes, her drinking your blood until you began to feel a little woozy — which is about when you actually began to struggle in her grasp. you thought maybe you could’ve talked things out without creating a scene since it was so late, but now it may actually be too late.

     “t–toga,” you squeak out, vision going dark. she wasn’t planning on taking so much blood that it would kill you—just leave you useless the next couple of days as your body recovered. 

     it doesn’t take much longer before you find yourself faint from blood loss and himiko’s sneaking out your window, dropping to the ground two stories below with a quiet thud and she’s booking it into the forest, sure to come back for a second round.

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[captainamericasmotercycle]

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Kinktober Day 9 —> masterlist

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: pornography, light smut, minors DNI, 18+, all characters are 18+, p in v sex, penetrative sex, missionary, doggy, sucking dick idk

As you peeled off your clothes and got onto James’s bed. He sauntered over to his dresser, grabbing something out of the top drawer. You watched as he came to you with his polaroid in hand.

“I just want to take some pictures of you, keep ‘em in my wallet maybe, I just want you with me always,” you blushed at his words.

He pushed you down on your back so that he could hover over you. He first took one of your tits in his large hand, squeezing it gently and, of course snapping a picture of you in his hold.

Placing the developed picture on his nightstand, he pressed a sweet kiss to your stomach. He came down to your core, pushing your legs open, he pressed his fingers to your slick folds and took a photo of his fingers buried in you.

“Fuck, I need more,” he made you feel like a model, though these pictures were quite explicit, he couldn’t help but make you feel you were about to be on the cover of a magazine.

You wanted to help out with his photography mission, you sat up and yanked down his pants, freeing his erection, you took his cock into your mouth, letting him quickly snap a picture of his cock resting on your tongue with your mouth wide open.

“Fucking model, you are. I’m keeping that one in my wallet.”

You continued to suck on his cock, he hesitated with the pictures, not being able to think straight with your lips wrapped around him like this. After an embarrassingly short amount of time, he came in your mouth, you swallowed, pleasing him even more.

He flipped you over, ass up, “Just a couple more.”

He teased your entrance for a moment before sliding into you. As he began to thrust into you, he took a photo of him inside you, your face smooshed into his pillows. He may as well put this one on a shirt to let everyone know who he belongs to.

After a couple more thrusts and many more moans, he pulled out and lightly tapped your ass, signaling you to flip over on your back.

As you laid, he slid back in, taking another photo from above of you absolutely cock drunk for him. He just needed one more photo to complete is explicit set.

As he thrusted harder, you felt a bundle of nerves growing in your lower stomach. Soon after his hardest thrust yet, you came all over him. He snapped a photo of your face as you came.

Now his set was complete.

[hayw1res]

stubborn princess and the silent knight.. !

a/n: ive been writing this for a month like guys life has been… life okay. ill do the kinktober list….. maybe soon . this isnt proofread and its kinda fast paced? idk guyys

warnings: drinking , kissing , “secret identity” , nothing 18+ yet folks

pairing: knight! megumi x princess! reader

you hated it, oh how you hated your father - the king, your mother - the queen, you even hated the maids and various servants who called upon you to serve your every beck and call. you hated it all, but you loved looking from your terrance down to the knights in training, the boy with jet black hair and a scowl on his perfect face.. oh how you loved to think of him while you swooned over the side of the balcony, clutching your chest in hopes he didnt see you staring so intently. the way he sparred with almost little effort put into the fight, the way his sword always glistened from his upkeep, the way hed wipe the sweat from his brow, but constantly ask to continue fighting.

oh everything about him was just so dreamy.. you'd write in your diary about him. about your fantasies.. about how you wished to be together one day - for him to teach you the way of the sword and for you to tend to his wounds when he ever gotten hurt.. you ached for just a sentence to fall from his pretty lips, just for one day call you his own.. to call you his princess.

your fantasy cut short when your father called you down for supper, he wasn't a bad man, he was no tyrant.. but you fell victim to his expectations. you were nearing 20 , unmarried and still unwilling to court- your parents started to grow impatient..almost everyday a new prince from a "far away kingdom" would trot his was to your throne to ask your hand in marriage, each answer stayed the same... a big fat no.

"my dear.. the prince of homsworth would make a fine husband would he not?

your father spoke, it broke you from your daydream.

"father, i dont need to wed yet.. besides wouldn't you rather i fall in love? have a man swoop me off my feet rather than settle for the next prince up.." you muttered the last part to yourself, your mother clearing her throat after you

"me and your father courted young- we didnt know it then but we were in love.. how shall you know love if you never experience it-" she went on and on, during about responsibility and what a good princess should act like... this talk again, always on and on about how a princess shall act - how a princess shall talk - how she shall dress.. all of it went through one ear and out the other.

supper always went this way, they argue and dispute about your unwillingness to marry, you tell them no and finish dinner, then you run away to your room and rest the night away.. you were used to this song and dance already- you lived the same day over and over again without fail.. it was tiresome. just as you were about to place your napkin on the table and push your chair away to excuse yourself, your father stopped you.

"ive arranged something, darling.. an escort. we are worried about you" he says kindly as he motions for one if the knights to step forward, dawned in nothing but chainmail and metallic clothing, the knight bows to you.

"he. is your personal knight. for your safety and for my own concern of you... sneaking out at night." the king adds on, your mother nodding in agreement. sneaking out? how dare they assume you of such low standard.. you may hate the constant reminder but - you still were a princess.. the future ruler of this kingdom.

"id never. you say with a scoff, standing up to excuse yourself, forgetting you now be followed by silent footsteps. they followed you from the grand hall, to the corridor, to the entrance of your bedroom. you huff and turn around, the idea of the knight following you everywhere both annoyed and excited you.. yes you hated the idea of not being able to sneak out anymore— but a knight? Your knight, that did anything you’d ask him to..

You sat and pondered at the door, awkwardly asking him if he were to follow you to your bedroom or stay out here- and much to your surprise the silent man turned to stand guard at your large double doors. You couldn’t help but think..when did he rest? when did he eat? when did he have time to do.. anything? so many questions remained unanswered as your infatuation grew- mixed with the curiosity of who was under that mask.. you hoped it was the boy with the jet black hair.

“well.. goodnight” you spoke quietly , receiving only a nod in return.

that started you nightly routine for months.

each and everyday he would follow you around, do small tasks you asked of him, and everynight he would stand guard outside your doors. you wondered if he enjoyed this or secretly hated you.. you wondered if you were even kind enough to him for him to enjoy his job.

“oh well..” you whisper to yourself at night as you covered your body with the thick blankets given to you from the maidens.. winter was coming fast.

the next morning you received notice that your knight would be gone for the day, apparently he was leading some other younger recruits in training, so you had a replacement ! he was much more.. talkative than what youre used to. you thought it was fun, speaking to him almost all day.

his name was yuji , he apparently been training here for years and is on the same rank as your knight which you learn is named megumi.

“megumi has always been like that, quiet i mean.. its not because he hates you he just takes a while opening up!” yuji heard all about it, he wanted you guys to be buddies. especially because he wanted to secretly also be buddies with the princess, but that was besides the point.

“im sure if you keep being kind to him, eventually he will start talking —maybe talk about his interests ! i think its just fighting though.. occasionally ill see him writing in a little journal too!” yuji exclaimed excitedly , you nod.. maybe that’s exactly what you’ll do.

the next few days went by quickly, you and yuji became a bit closer and your father started to slowly stop asking you about marriage since every single time you just ignore him or say “no” . today was the day megumi came back from training , unfortunately that meant yuji went back to his usual schedule but that didnt mean you couldn’t visit him!

megumi was stoic as always, standing beside you as you walked down the halls of your castle.. you sigh as you turn to look at him.. he still had that damn helmet on.

“I heard from Yuji that your name is Megumi.. is that true?” You ask , a basket in your arm as you prepared to go to the garden

megumi could only hum, at least you got that out of him..

“right.. you know my name of course. i didnt take yuji to be such a talker, i thought all you knights were strong silent types”

before you could reach for the door he already opened it for you, leading out to the large greenhouse you kept.. you smile and walk ahead of him.

the sun was bright today, though it was approaching winter it seemed the winds were lower .. a moderate temperature. you walked into the greenhouse and started to tend to your plants, picking off a few you wanted to add to the pots around the castle

“so.. do you do anything other than this?” you ask, trying to get the silent man to open up. he stays silent for a while.

“.. i enjoy sparring” he says finally, the deep rumble in his voice almost makes you crumble. you giggle at the answer.. of course he would enjoy something like that.

“right.. i see you guys usually from my balcony. it seems a bit harsh.. but i get it for practice” you continue picking flowers until the basket is full, turning back to the knight

“its a wonderful day outside.. shame we have to stay indoors and miss the festival.” you catch him off guard, a princess such as yourself being interested in the commoners dance? he and yuji participated often, mainly because yuji enjoyed them most of all.. megumi only went to make sure yuji didnt do anything stupid. the knight let out a hum, a noise that almost startled you.

“sounds like you don’t believe me.. didnt father tell you why you are hired in the first place..?” You chuckle, picking up the basket of flowers .. he knew of the mischief you got up to at night.. he knew you would sneak out your bedroom window in a gown to fit in while you danced and drank with the common folk. he knew this all because you intrigued him.. from the moment he seen you watching his training on the balcony.

“.. yes” he said simply, following behind you back to your room as the sun began to set. you were surprised he said anything.. his deep but smooth voice almost made you melt

“i know you leave the castle often.. you come back smelling of booze but you look- happy almost..” he continued until you both reached the doors to your room.

“then..?” you turn to him, expecting him to just shut you down and make you go to bed.. but something about his demeanor today.

“then.. i hope you dont get hurt” he says under his breath, almost a silent way of telling you to enjoy yourself, of course he would be watching you all night anyways. he always did when you went out.. always.

the night progressed as usual, you went to your room and he guarded your door..except tonight was the night of the festival. at a shivering 2 am you dressed in a black gown and climbed out your bedroom window to join in on the festival! there was dancing and singing, chanting of prayers, drinks being passed about every which way, this is what you were missing being stuck in that godawful castle all your life, and now that you were older you were able to enjoy them to the fullest in secret.

you danced, you sang and you drank until you felt your body lighten and you never felt better. you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes lingering on you that night.. more than usual at least. you stumble and make your way to the path that lead to a hidden entrance to the castle, one close to your room. you heave as small breaths leave your body.

footsteps trail behind you and you freeze, usually you never had an issue with people following you home or drunkards stumbling on the path, almost always finding a way to slip away undetected. you start to speed up as much as your heels would allow on the rough terrain. you almost fall until a pair of arms catch you, fear washes over you for a second before you hear him.

“Are you alright..” His soft voice hit your ears and you sigh .. that voice again

“Fine…Fine now.” The adrenaline washed over you knowing it was just megumi, his hands felt soft.. you turned to look at him finally, but he wore a mask. go figure i guess.

“I guess.. we go home now?” You say , almost as if you were inviting him- like you don’t live together practically. You begin your walk he was silent for a while, just following you while you make your way to the castle.. going on and on about the festival as if you hadn’t experienced the same things. He didnt care though, he didnt care that you talked so much about your day because he wanted to hear it from your perspective.

The night was young , once you two made it back to the castle and your room..it was like your conversation made time go by faster.. talking to- or rather at him was refreshing. Even if he was just behind a mask.

“Want to just.. come sit inside?”

“..Okay..”

How did those few words end up with the two of you in a dark room, making out like a couple of teenagers? You couldnt tell.. you complimented his mask, almost got him to take it off.. he convinced you maybe its better to turn the lights off and you.. believed him.

Now the two of you sit on your bed, hands roaming eachothers bodies in a hot , steamy , messy makeout session.. tongues clashing in a battle for dominance you were slowly losing. You didnt even care that he were your knight.. you didnt care about anything other than how he felt right about now.

that feeling didnt last forever.. soon the gasping of air filled the area , you wanted more, needed it..

but your eyes shut gently .. you feel sleep taking you away and by the time you wake hes gone..

“ugh.. my head hurts..”

[lordprettyflackotara]

sharp fangs / the finale / sam and colby

‘my blood runs cold like ice, sharp fangs, might bite.’

sum: your vampire boyfriends sam and colby have been determined to keep you human. colby has gone behind sam’s back, biting you and transforming you into one of them. how will you handle being a chaotic new born with hormones driving you up the wall?

tw: smut minors dni 18+, vampire!sam, vampire!colby, newborn vampire!reader, rough sex bc yk… vamp strength, humiliation, degradation, choking, passing out at the end but there’s plot reasons

an: can’t believe this shit has been in my head rent free for months and i just like… never wrote it? idk happy kinktober fuckers!

Cold.

The feeling surrounded you, engulfed you even.

This is what you imagined being submerged in ice cold water felt like. Or those athletes who bathed in ice baths for fun. Your lungs felt stuck, your body completely frozen in time. Your eyes opened in a flash, unsteady as you sat up.

A concerned Sam and Colby arose from their chairs, instantly standing by each of your sides.

“I am so sorry I never should’ve left you unattended with Colby-”

“You’re doing so well just try to focus on our voices-”

Their rambles were cut short by your eyebrow raising. Their voices sounded much clearer, as if before you had heard them speak underwater. You reached out and touched Sam’s cheek, his skin much softer than you had remembered. Your sights then fell on Colby, your fingertips brushing over his lips. The pads of your fingers seemed to be able to recognize more, every weave that woven through out his lips easily noticeable to you now. You blinked unsurely, the mere act of blinking feeling unnatural. You tilted your head to the side, opening your mouth to speak but abruptly stopping.

Your hand flew to your throat, clutching it like a man dying of thirst. “What… What is this feeling?” You choked out. Your throat felt dry, as if you had never consumed liquid any time during your lifetime. “It’s thirst. Here we got you a remedy,” Sam said. He handed you a blood bag, which they modestly decorated by placing it in a black pouch. You broke it open, ignoring the generous straw they had also placed for you. You gulped the metallic liquid, the crimson paint dripping down the sides of your chin.

You finished it in mere seconds, swallowing before grinning at the boys.

“Got anymore?”

Sam continued to hand you all of the blood bags they had, watching in amazement as you gulped it down. The boys had anticipated an uncontrolled thirst, but they hadn’t stocked up nearly enough to compensate your craving. “This is very hot and very concerning,” Colby grumbled, handing you the last blood bag. Sam elbowed him, shooting him a dirty look. “You’re the one who did this, remember that,” He snapped. Colby rolled his eyes, their attention resuming on you.

Shamelessly you were licking the inside of the plastic, your tongue flattening as you soaked in the flavor. “This shit… is so fucking good,” You purred. You moved your hair out of the way, lapping up some blood that had dripped on your shoulder. Your fingertips traced your puncture wounds from Colby’s fangs, the wound permanently stapled into your skin. “Interesting,” You hummed to yourself. As you opened your mouth the intense unsatisfied thirst consumed you, causing you to panic.

The sound of heartbeats from all of your neighbors began to become the only sounds audible. You jumped to your feet, attempting to zoom past the boys who immediately grabbed you. “She’s hearing the neighbors,” Sam grunted, both of them fighting to hold you back. Your eyes were glued to the door, your jaw clenching as you thrashed against their hold. “Cmon princess relax,” Colby encouraged. His encouragement only made you thrash more, your movements suddenly halting. You went limp against their hold, wondering if your nose had deceived you. Breathing wasn’t a necessity for you anymore, but your lungs became full as you inhaled deeply through your nose.

Not only could you hear your neighbors, you could smell them.

“Oh shit,” Colby muttered, watching as Sam reacted faster than he did. The blonde grabbed you, slamming you into the floor. Your wooden floor cracked underneath you, unfazing you as you hissed at him. “You know she’s kinda hot when she’s all feisty like this,” Colby chuckled, amused with the situation. Sam shot him a dirty look as he held you down. “Is this really the time to be thinking with your dick?” He barked. Colby rolled his eyes, lowering himself to your level. His hand reached over and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me princess. Focus on me,” He purred. His command made you temporarily pause, your freshly crimson eyes a darker shade of red than the boys. His touch was assertive and demanding, his familiar voice bringing you back to reality. “There we go. Now keep focusing on us,” Colby ordered. His eyes flickered to Sam, ensuring he was taking the not so subtle hint. Sam and Colby knew more information about newborns than they cared to. Colby turned first, all of those years ago. He refused to live without his best friend, who was dying from the same plague he was. So he did everything he could to try to obtain information on newborns, trying his hardest to take care of Sam.

But that was years ago and despite all of the decades passing, Colby remembered one crucial detail that would now come in handy. Newborns still had hormones, despite the science disclaiming that. As a newborn you were in a constant of feralness, the only two things on your mind feeding and finding a mate. So now as the two boys hovered over you, Colby had a daring realization. If they fucked you hard enough, you’d be knocked out for at least a few hours. It was what he considered to be an hormone overload. Actually obtaining what you wanted so desperately would only overstimulate your fresh set of senses. The result would end the same if you participated in gluttony. Those few hours would give them time to get you away from society, as well as figure out what to do with a ravenous newborn.

Sam carried you over to your couch, kneeling down in front of you. He was careless with your clothes, ripping your sweatpants into shreds. “We don’t need to be gentle with you anymore, do we Colbs?” Sam purred. Colby was behind you in a flash, cupping your throat from behind. You tilted your head back to meet his intense gaze, Sam’s strong hands prying your legs apart. “I don’t think we do. But you can take it, right princess?” Colby hummed, smirking in satisfaction as you meekly verbalized agreement. Sam’s fangs were sharp as they sank into the fabric of your panties, ripping them off of you carelessly. Teasingly he kissed around your folds, purposefully making his breath hot against your now frozen skin.

His teasing was working, causing you to squirm as you tried to buck your hips upwards. Sam hooked your legs over his shoulders, indulging in the sweet heaven that was your cunt. You groaned as Colby’s fingers tightened, painfully grabbing the skin. “That feels good doesn’t it? Feels good when Sam plays with that pretty pussy of yours?” He asked mockingly. He couldn’t conceal his fangs as you moaned in response, unable to control his urges as he admired you. Sam lapped at your cunt, teasingly grazing his teeth against your clit as you grinded shamelessly against his face.

Your thighs were captivating as you squeezed his head, your strength far more comparable to theirs since your transition. Colby lowered down behind you, his breath hot against your ear. “You like that? You like watching Sam please you?” He asked. You could feel yourself melting under their touch, your fingers palming at Sam’s hair. Sam remained unfazed by his surroundings, engulfing himself in your folds. He sucked at your clit, your back arching off of the couch as you felt yourself on the edge of your first orgasm.

“Fuck- feels so good, fuck!”

Your sinful noises were louder than you intended them to be, your body shivering with pleasure as you came on Sam’s face. Your thirst for blood temporarily resumed, causing Sam and Colby to rearrange you quickly to keep you occupied. Your back fully hit the couch, Colby making himself comfortable in between your legs. He leaned over and grabbed your throat, causing you to meet his stern gaze. “You’ve been a bad girl. Disobeying Sammy. Now be a good whore and take your punishment,” He chuckled darkly. He guided you to tilt your head back, Sam’s hard cock hovering over your face. You flattened your tongue out across your bottom lip, inviting him to slide into your throat.

Sam was more eager than you had anticipated, quickly shoving his shaft down your throat. He groaned as you whimpered around him, the vibrations making him even harder. You gasped in surprise as Colby took no time to slide right in to your cunt, your walls eagerly accepting him. “Holy fuck, I can just slide right in. Filthy slut,” Colby grunted. He grabbed your legs, shoving them over his shoulders. You whined as they both bottomed out, your gagging ignored as Sam grabbed your throat with both of his hands. Instinctively your eyes fluttered shut, your jaw going slack as a warm feeling took over your body.

Colby pounded into you relentlessly, focused on fucking you as aggressively and animalistic as possible. Sam’s pace was the same, abusing your cunt. “I think she likes this. Being used like a whore,” Sam sneered. He leaned over and ripped apart your shirt, the fabric falling apart under his touch. Your bare breast bounced as Colby rammed into you, Sam seizing the opportunity to slap your breast harshly. It was then the couch gave out, the wooden supports shattering. It didn’t halt the boys at all, your couch now broken. You audibly whined, your head spinning as you took both of them. “Don’t start whining now little girl, you asked for this,” Colby snarled. He began to fuck into you deeper, abusing your cunt as he pleased. Your walls clung onto him, milking his cock as he fucked you like a wild animal.

Sam bit his bottom lip as he abused your throat, saliva messily trailing down your cheeks. You couldn’t control your moans, that were being mercilessly muffled by his shaft. The three of you were feral, becoming one unit as your final orgasm approached. You couldn’t warn them, not that you’d need to. They knew your body better than they knew each other. Colby grinned as he felt your walls squeeze him tighter. “Aweee is someone gonna cum already?” Colby asked mockingly. Sam licked his lips, feeling his own hips stutter. “Cum as you swallow my cum slut,” He barked, his warm seed flooding down your throat. You gagged as you struggled to swallow him whole, his cock remaining lodged. You attempted to swallow it all, Sam abruptly pulling out of you.

He grabbed your face, forcing you to look up at Colby. “Dont swallow it all, let it trail down your tongue slut,” Sam growled. You tried to listen, spitting up his cum and sticking out your tongue. You managed to look up at Colby as he fucked you, his thrust no where near stopping as he stared down at you. “Good girl, such a good slut for us,” Colby purred. Sam’s fingers roughly gathered his cum mixed with your saliva, spreading it across your chest. “A filthy fuckin whore is what she is. I bet she’d cum if I told her to,” Sam said. You struggled to contain your noises, Sam’s fangs grazing your earlobe. “Let’s put that theory to the test, cum. Now,” Colby ordered, his voice full of venom. It was then darkness consumed you, your thighs trembling as you came on his cock.

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Transitioning from a newborn to normal vampire was chaotic. At first you were feral, Sam and Colby never having had so much sex in their lives. For the first decade the three of you hid in the woods, the boys having more than enough time to craft the perfect getaway cabin. It kept you concealed from society, which worked out perfectly as you were deemed missing under mysterious circumstances.

Truthfully as time passed you didn’t miss anything about your human life at all. Every second you spent awake with them was more than you could’ve ever asked for. Your reality was better than any dreams you could’ve possibly missed. You laid in between the boys as you usually did, the hammock swaying side to side. A nice summer breeze blew past you, your eyes fluttered shut in contentment as you laid on Colby’s chest. Sam’s fingers played carelessly with your hair, creating a deep sense of comfort. You may now have ridiculously sharp fangs, but your life was peaceful. And spending entirety with Sam and Colby? That’s all you could really ask for.

[onlyyvette]

★ DAY 4 - breeding | grimlock

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom grimlock + cybertronian reader + heat cycles + breeding + robo tits + feral behavior + kind of dub-con since grimmy is in heat + public sex + you guys literally frag in the hallways of the ark + grimlock needs to get dicked down NOW + yes i do enjoy mechpreg sue me

a/n: Idk why but grimlock just awakens something in me; also this would most likely take place in the g1 show but i love using idw grimlock's design and character

Another day that Grimlock was stuck on this stupid planet with it's stupid rocks, and it's stupid fleshlings, and of course, stupid Decepticons. And least, but definitely not last, this cursed heat-cycle from the Slagmaker himself.

Heat-cycles weren't typically too big of a problem for most Cybertronians. They were short periods of time where mechs charge soar to unbelievable heights once every few years, usually satiable by heat-repressants or a good session of marathon sex. Usually the first option was chosen, the second method being better suited for two or more mechs in heat that are able to keep up with each other. Even when none of those options were available, it's only the first day or two that are the worst, the heat enough to make a mech pounce on someone. Still, locking yourself in a habsuite with enough energon is an easy fix. But despite how relatively easy it is to deal with a heat-cycle, Grimlock just couldn't shake his off.

Grimlock first realized his heat was was approaching when he was "sparring" with another mech. In actuality, he was just working off some steam and chose the closest poor shmuck to help him out. When he barreled into his opponent and knocked them flat onto the ground, instead of letting up, he stayed leaning into them, heavily panting as he suddenly felt dizzy and...hot. It was when Grimlock realized the he was panting and damn near about to rut against the mech he abruptly got up and excused himself. Of course, without actually saying excuse me of course.

Grimlock immediately made a beeline to the medbay. He usually enjoyed his heats when he had potential partners, but the desolate planet he was stuck just made him want to completely get rid of that extra charge. He downed all the heat suppressants that Ratchet gave him and went about his merry day before that same sensor-clogging hit him again. But he already took the suppressants! While it made no sense to him why his heat was still persisting despite the medicine was beyond him, but he was quickly beginning to forget about that train of thought when the fog started to cloud over his mind...fuck he was so horny.

Grimlock could feel his array heating up, his spike throbbing as it begged to be released from its confinements and his valve lips drooling, already puffy without even touching them. Maybe he could just release his panel really quick and just sneak a servo under his array and touch his needy valve. Just a little bit though! Just enough to get rid of this annoying charge and...

Before Grimlock even noticed it, he was fingering open his valve, forcing his blunt digits into the dripping wet heat between his thighs. "Mmhhhghh...hahhh..." Grimlock panted heavily, continuing to thrust into his valve, hitting whatever nodes he could find. He whined, thinking about how shameful it was for him to be fucking himself on his digits right in the hallway of the Ark but it was oh-so-hard for him to linger on that though because of the dizzying heat clouding his senses. The dinobot began to slide down the wall he was leaning on for support because of how weak his legs were, yet his servo never left his array.

"Haahh--Ahh! Ghh..." Grimlock's moans became more vocal as he began to reach his high. By now, Grimlock was face down, his aft in the air trembling while his digits continued to pump themselves in and out his sensitive valve. His frame was running so hot and his processor couldn't even begin to worry about how mortifying his predicament was--he just wanted someone to help him out dammit!

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You were walking down one of the many hallways in the ark after coming back from a sparring session with another bot. Your frame was aching from the bruises you got but it was a pretty decent excursion. As you were making your way to your habsuite, you caught a whiff of a sweet, tantalizing smell. Instead of making your mouth water, it made your array feel tight. For some odd, unknown reason, you decided to follow the smell, heavy pedes picking up with speed as you went.

Before you could see what was happening, you could hear the sound of rasping moans and slight squelching sounds. Who in their right mind would be self servicing out in the open like that? Despite the question filling your mind, you turned the corner and were met with one of the most beautiful images your optics had ever laid eyes on.

There was Grimlock, powerful and fearless leader of the dinobots, writhing on the floor as he shoved four of his digits into his sopping valve, aft swaying as he let out pathetic mewls and low growls. Suddenly, his EM field enveloped you, pulsing messages of want/need/please/pleasepleaseplease-- The poor mech was a mess. The moment you saw him, you could feel your spike immediately pressurize with a thunk against your spike panel. You couldn't help it! What else were you supposed to do when one of the most attractive Cybertronians you had ever met was in heat, desperate for spike.

The moment Grimlock noticed your presence, he slowed down his digits pushing into his valve and spread his legs wider, a more inviting position. When he made a low whining sound and swayed his hips again, your patient broke and your spike released itself.

As soon as your spike pressurized, Grimlock took the opportunity to lift himself off the floor swiftly and tackle you to the ground so he was sitting on top of you. Now you were no small bot, you were nearly Grimlock's size but you were so caught up in admiring your superior's frame that he caught you off balance. In all honesty, even if you did know what he was going to do, you still would have let him. "Fffrag...frag me..." The arousal was practically dripping from the dinobot's words. He rolled his hips into you, rubbing his bare valve on the underside of your spike, wordlessly begging you to fuck him and a sad attempt to stop himself from just dropping down onto your length.

You groaned as the nodes on your spike brushed against Grimlock's plush, wet valve. You still couldn't fully believe the sight before your optics. Maybe that was the reason why you felt frozen in place while the dinobot helplessly rubbed his valve raw on your spike. Surprisingly, even in his heat-addled mind, Grimlock still wanted his partner to be okay with his advances. Finally though, you lifted him up with your servos on his waist, positioning him right above your spike.

It all went too quick when Grimlock lifted up his huge, crimson thighs and lowered himself onto your thick spike. "Graahh-- HaaAH! Ah! Mnghhh!" Grimlock threw his head back and immediately began bouncing on your spike. His greedy valve clung to your spike with every miniscule movement, as if it didn't want your length to exit his valve for a moment. "Hahh, Grimlock! Fuck..." You gripped his hips even tighter and took control, thrusting into the mech's warm valve, releasing howls of pleasure from said mech. He didn't even realize it, but by now, Grimlock's chestplates parted, revealing the soft protometal hidden within. His tits were large and heavy, a beautiful matte black color to them. He wasn't producing any energon, but it's not like that was going to stop you.

You immediately latched onto one of Grimlock's nozzles with your mouth, nipping it softly. The moment you did that, Grimlock fucking whimpered, holding onto your helm and pushing his refineries into your face. As you suckled on his tit, you could finally feel his heat affecting your own thoughts. All you could think about at that moment was fucking him hard and filling him up with your transfluid, sparking him up and repeating the process all over again. You let out a small growl at the thought of breeding the mech and bit down on his nozzle hard, causing the poor mech to spit out staticky moans. "I'm gonna fill you up... fill you with-- ah!-- m-my sparklings... make sure you know they're mine." You didn't even realize hat you were speaking but Grimlock clearly did, since he reacted to your possessive words with a loud keen.

The moment you finally his his ceiling node, he keened, practically hugging your helm as he overloaded hard. You weren't done with him though. You pushed him to the ground and flipped him over onto his stomach and lifted his aft up. It wasn't easy to manhandle such a big mech, but his dizzied state from his heat made it easier. When it finally hit Grimlock that he was empty, he whined and wiggled his hips a bit but you held him in place and pushed into him once more.

"Guuhh, uuhnGGH! F-fragg, HaAHH!" Grimlock let out sinful groans as your spike kept filling him up. You really were he perfect mech for him. With every thrust, you spike rammed into his ceiling node, threatening to force open his gestation seal and fucking a sparkling into him. And he would love every fucking moment of it. With every drag of your spike against his walls, he let out howls of pleasure that you were sure everyone in the Ark could hear. But by this point, you couldn't care less; you were too busy fucking the mech under you to have any shame at the moment. All you knew was that something inside of you was screaming at you to fill the dinobot up with your spike and transfluid and make sure it stayed in there. By now, Grimlock had overloaded twice, his hazy mind unsure of exactly when his second overload had hit him, yet his charge never left his frame. Still, all he wanted was for you to already overload in him, spill your transfluid into his needy hole and make him beg for even more.

When you finally overloaded into Grimlock's hungry valve, you barely even registered it, not slowing down a beat as your transfluid flooded the mech's valve. He immediately felt your transfluid hit the edges of his tank as you filled him up over and over again. When did he even open his gestation seal again? Not like i mattered anyway, because you were still pounding his valve like your life depended on it. A distant part of his mind wished that you had a knot, mod or natural. Oh how he wished you had a fat knot to shove into his tight hole and keep you inside of him so none of your transfluid would spill...

At last, you finally slowed down a bit, pushing your spike in and out of Grimlock's valve at a much steadier pace. You could feel your transfluid and his lubricants flowing past his puffy valve lips and you truly believed that Grimlock was satisfied. He had been railed so hard he nearly saw Primus himself and was absolutely stuffed full with all your transfluid. As you eventually came to a stop and began, reluctantly, withdrawing your spike from his wet heat, Grimlock let out a low whine. "N-no...don't pull out...I want more. Please." He sounded so needy and pathetic and with the way that he kept rubbing his aft back on your crotch made you unable to reject him. If Grimlock was fully aware of his pitiful behavior, he would have wanted to snuff out your spark and anyone else who could have heard the two of you. But for now, all he he knew was that you began to push your spike into him once more and he was going to be fucked full again. Probably not for the last time.

[bitchyycapricorn]

for ur october reqs; dom! reader & sub!tasm!peter?? maybe w overstim idk

Sub!TASM Peter x Dom!Reader + Overstim

-Fucked Out-

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AN: It’s been a while pookie bears. Not edited. If you saw it say bandage instead of bondage no you didn’t.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT! Dom/Sub, overstimulation, bondage, praise kink

A whine escapes Peter’s lips as he squirms against the restraints keeping his hands bound to the head board.

“Someone’s being awfully needy” You smirk, swinging your leg over Peter’s hips. Slowly, you eases down so your cunt just barley grazes over his acing shaft. You slowly swivel your hips in a teasing manner causing another whine to leave Peters lips as his tip brushes against your bare thigh. The feeling of his pre-cum smearing against your inner thigh has you mind going fuzzy already.

“P-please…” Peter begs, struggling to keep still. A small smirk forms on your face at his pleas, you can’t help but reach down to align him with your entrance.

“You want me pretty boy?” You hum, barely allowing his tip to enter your hot cunt. Peters eyes screw shut as a few rather pathetic noises leave his lips. “Look at you…barely able to keep yourself together and only the tips in…” you tease.

Keeping his eyes shut, Peter can only seem to respond with yet another whine. He’s been rather touch starved for the last few days due to his…job. But now he was here, under you. Whimpering and whining pathetically. He drew his lip between his teeth as you lower your hips. Your warmth surround his cock as he fills you up.

“Fuck Peter…” you mutter with a moan. “You feel so good…stretching me out so good.” You praise him, rocking your hips slowly against his. Steadying your body you slowly lean back, allowing your back to arch as you slide up and down his length. Peter can’t help but watch as your hips move against his. His eyes focusing in on the way it looks for his cock to slide in and out of your cunt. He watches as the head of his cock bulges inside you, all while you use him for your pleasure.

The feeling of your body against his is slowly becoming overwhelming as you pick up speed. Peter allows his eyes to roll to the back of his head as his first orgasm washes over him. Hot cum now seeping out of you as you continue to ride him.

Peter whimpers at the sensation, his voice shaky as he begs you to slow down. “I- it’s too much..” he murmurs, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards.

“You can take it…” you hush, pushing his cock even deeper in you as you drag your hips back and forth, all while gliding your hips up and down.

“I don’t…I can’t…” Peter gasps, pulling at his restraints again as yet another orgasm surges through him. His eyes snap shut as a few moans tumble from his swollen lips. His cock twitches as he releases into you again.

“Look…you did it,” you smirk, leaning forward to place your hands on his chest now. Your finger traces over his abs as you allow Peter to adjust to the new position and its sensation. “Think you can give me another?” You ask as you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Peter squirms beneath you, realizing you weren’t going to let up until he was completely fucked out. He let out an incoherent murmur before nodding. His fluffy brown hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at you.

A smile spreads across your face as you press a proper kiss to his puffy lips. “So good for me…” you mumble, your lips still against his. You begin to slowly pick up your pace again, grinding your hips onto his, feeling his length deep inside you as a soft moan leaves your lips. “Such a pretty boy,”

His eyes flutter close at your words, his brain and body completely overstimulated by your touch. He could feel your walls flutter around him. He could feel the way you were gripping his shoulders. He could feel how flushed your tits are as you push your chest against his. Another whine escapes his lips. “I-I’m” he cries, his body tensing at the feeling of yet another tight knot building up.

Another kiss to his lips and he was sent over the edge, his body completely spasming as he finishes deep in you. You feel your own high come over you as Peter’s coming down from his.

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Kinktober Day 16: Threesome

Threesome - Alejandro Vargas X F!Reader X Valeria Garza

Warnings: three way, double penetration - use of a strap on, Valeria and Alejandro arguing

AN: Look I've been putting hours in at work and I am TIRED so here's something kinda short and sweet-ish. Idk I'm barely awake as I type this.

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You looked down at Valeria as your chests pressed together and smiles softly as her hands groped needily at your body. You lowered your hips down and watched as the toy she wore slowly disappeared inside of your body. Thick, marbled in pretty colors and had delicious ridges that rubbed you in ways nothing else ever could.

"That's it, take it deep," she grinned cockily enough to rival the Cheshire cat. Valeria's lips kissed yours with a passion that couldn't be rivaled as you mewled while taking the toy deeper. Her ruby colored nails dug into your hips as she propped your ass up.

Behind you, Alejandro kissed your back in between your shoulder blades. He chuckled softly as you trembled from the overwhelming feeling of being pressed in between the both of them. "So beautiful," he whispered huskily in your ear. His own cock, weeping with precum, pressed against your already filled pussy. He bit his lips as he pressed the head of his cock against the toy Valeria had filled you with and started to push in. "Fuck, you're tight," he hissed.

He continued to push his cock in deeper, groaning softly at the feeling of his own cock brushing against the gummy, soft silicone and your own warm tight walls.

Your face contorted slightly in pain as your body struggled to accommodate them both. Your brows furrowed and you felt one of Valeria's hands cup your cheek sweetly before she sneered at Alejandro.

"Hey, take it easy you brute," she growled as she glared deeply at Alejandro. She kept her hips still against yours to let you adjust to Alejandro as he pushed deeper inside of you. "I told you we should have used the thinner dildo, but do you listen to me?" She argued with your boyfriend.

Alejandro shot another icy glare towards your girlfriend. He's been giving them to her for as long as you've known the both of them. "Shut up," he retorted simply. "She's taking us just fine, isn't that all we wanted?"

Valeria cooed softly as she pressed another kiss to your lips before shooting her displeasure towards Alejandro with a slight buck of her hips upwards to get him to quiet himself, "you have no finesse," she muttered.

You rolled your eyes as your two lovers fought with each other and pushed your hips down all on your own, cutting both of them off with a moan from how good it felt for all three of you. "You two need to shut the fuck up and fuck me," you mumbled in an exasperated tone as you rolled your hips slightly. It was hard due to the angles they were both buried inside of you at, but you were able to move back and forth in just the right way. Your thighs burned slightly from how hard it was to balance yourself perfectly in between them before Valeria's arms wrapped around your back.

"Rest on me, let us do the work," she said sweetly in response to your confusion.

Your breasts pressed against hers and you felt heat blanket your cheeks. "Okay," you giggled softly.

Alejandro pressed some more loving, sweet kisses to your back and shoulder blades, "you're such a sweet, good girl," he praised softly. He found Valeria's hand, lifted it to his lips and planted a kiss to her palm and then the back of her hand and shook his head, "you're a fucking brat." Alejandro kept his glare on Valeria before he shifted his hips forwards. He groaned softly in the pleasure before he grinned feeling Valeria move her hips as well.

You moaned softly as both of your lovers lavished your body. Your heart pounded like a drum in your chest as they moved their pace from something slower to acclimate you to something much harder once they realized you wanted it that way. Your legs were shaking as you laid on top of Valeria and hazily covered her neck in kisses and bite marks. Your teeth glided against her skin before you bit her neck in that little zone that made her see stars and she moaned. Wanting to exploit it, you chuckled and licked her warm skin and reveled in the feeling of her body arched warmly into yours.

From the back, you felt Alejandro's big, worn hands as he roamed your body with one and held Valeria's hand with the other. He swore a few times as your pussy clamped down on his cock and the toy, which felt deliciously tight and warm. He praised your body as he did so, how beautiful you looked and sounded.

You felt yourself surrender to them both as you panted. Your eyes rolled up as your pussy stretched more to let them push even deeper inside of you. You gushed around them, sweet, honey, sticky. Your pussy fluttered. Gods, they'd barely even started and you were already so close.

[slut4thebroken]

Mark The Day

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Jackson Rippner x reader

Summary | Jackson wants an heir, so he buys a slave from an underground breeding farm.

Warnings | NON CON, smut, sexual slavery, dark, dead dove do not eat lmao, vibrator, overstim, multiple orgasms, breeding, light humiliation/degradation, mentions of branding/inflicting harm on reader, bondage, dehumanization, AU?

Words | 2k

Notes | Idk I tried to keep the focus on reader only and not really write anything about the ‘other women’ but I kinda had to a tiny bit just for the ‘plot’. Hopefully it wasn’t too much tho😓

Ao3 link | <3

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Kinktober | day 16: sexual slavery

Read this first ❤️🫶

“As you can see, we make sure to thoroughly train each slave.”

Jackson glanced around the room, but his attention was drawn to you. You weren’t acting out, but you were significantly more jittery and visibly anxious than the others. “What about her?” He asked, pointing at you. 

“Arrived at the facility a week ago. We’ve just begun the training process…” Jackson continued admiring you, taking in the way your red rimmed eyes looked around frantically and your body trembled. “If you’re interested, training should be complete by the end of the month.” As the man spoke, Jackson glanced around the room, taking in the other, more docile girls. 

“No need.” He said surely, turning back to the man who hesitated. “I’ll take her.”

“I would strongly advise against that, Mr. Rippner… She’s far from obedient and the fertility treatment hasn’t started yet.” 

“I know. I’d like to break her in myself.” His eyes strayed to you again and his lips curled up into a small smile. “How long does the fertility treatment take?” He asked, not looking away from you. 

“We usually wait two weeks before putting them on the market.” 

“Can it be done in one?” 

The man paused for a moment. “I’m sure.. for the right price, we can make that happen for you, Mr. Rippner.” Jackson turned to face him, his expression relaxed but also a little amused at the man’s overt attempt to upsell him. In response, he held his hand out to shake on the deal. 

“May I?” He asked, pointing to you. The man just gestured to you, silently giving permission. Jackson walked over to you and you tried to back away, but the chain connecting your collar to the floor wasn’t long enough for you to be able to escape him. He crouched down in front of you and examined you closely with a small smirk. 

“You’re a pretty thing.” He murmured, hungrily dragging his gaze down your nude body. When he lifted his hand to grab your chin, you flinched away from him, making him chuckled softly. “And scared too… We’re going to have a lot of fun together.” 

A week later, Jackson returned to pick up his new slave and take you home. “What’s your name?” He asked, making you falter. After a moment, you gave him your name, your voice timid and full of fear. “Jackson.” He responded, guiding you through the house to a room. 

“You’ll sleep in the crate in my bedroom. However, for our play time, I set up the spare room just for you.” He smirked predatorily, watching you walk inside. You looked around, feeling your stomach churn as you took in all of the whips, toys, restraints, and furniture. 

“Fortunately for you, I’m not a cruel man.” He pulled you over to a breeding bench and bent you over it, strapping down your wrists, ankles, and torso. “So between most breeding sessions, you’ll spend your time right here.” You could hear movement, but you couldn’t turn your head enough to see what he was doing. Then he was suddenly walking in front of you, now holding a ball gag. You clenched your teeth, trying to keep him from putting it on, and he sighed. 

“Either I put this gag on and continue as planned, or I whip your ass until you bleed, and then put this gag on and continue as planned.” Your bottom lip quivered as your gaze shifted between his face and the gag. With tears in your eyes, you reluctantly opened your mouth. “Good girl.” He secured it, then brushed away a tear that escaped your waterline. 

You flinched when he suddenly stood up, but he just moved behind you again, out of your field of vision. As soon as you felt something press against your clit, you stiffened, then cried out when he turned the vibrator on. He seemed to be debating what speed to set it at, but eventually he settled on the highest setting. 

“There we go.” He smiled, stepping back to admire his work. Your legs were already quivering from the intense pleasure and he could tell you were trying to hold back your sounds. Walking back in front of you, he grabbed your cheeks and lifted your face as he bent down. 

“That feel good?” He cooed mockingly. You sobbed out a moan and squeezed your eyes shut, your brows knitting together in an adorable display of agony. “I bet it does.” He chuckled. “Like I said, I’m not completely cruel. I know you won’t ever be turned on enough for our breeding sessions to not hurt you— at least, not yet.” When you whimpered around the gag, he released you and stood back up. “You’re welcome.” He said dryly. 

You could hear his footsteps as he walked and you were already dreading whatever he was going to do next. Instead, all he said before slamming the door shut was, “Enjoy your night.” 

The next morning, he woke up and took his time making himself breakfast and getting ready for the day. Eventually he decided to check on you.

Your sounds were audible before he even opened the door and once he stepped inside, his cock twitched at the sight. “Oh wow.” He chuckled, stepping closer. At the sound of his voice, your crying intensified and you started pleading through the gag. The vibrator was still going strong, but it was covered in your come, and there was a puddle beneath you, so you either squirted, or pissed yourself. 

“Maybe I should’ve let them train you a little longer.” He smirked, slowly making his way to the front of your body. “Do I need to get you some pee pads?” He cooed, making you cry harder. Once he was in front of you, he grabbed your hair and yanked your head up, relishing in the image of your flushed, tear stained cheeks and the saliva that was steadily drooling out of your mouth around the gag. 

“How was your night?” He asked, only making you more distressed. You were sobbing so hard that he could even see the snot leaking from your nose. With a sigh, he released you and walked behind you to turn off the vibrator. Your whole body sagged in relief, your muscles still twitching weakly. 

Leaning closer, he used one hand to grab your ass and pull it open a little, while the other dragged through your slick folds. You let out a choked sound when he pushed two fingers inside you without warning. 

“Perfect.” He murmured, slowly fucking them in and out of your drooling hole. You were still so tight, but he would at least be able to fit his cock in there. You whimpered and squirmed a little, barely able to move in the restraints, and he let out a low groan, unable to wait any longer. 

Your body went completely rigid at the sound of his belt buckle, but he ignored it, opening his pants frantically and taking out his length. He moved the vibrator away for now and lined up, then immediately pushed in, forcing a strangled cry out of you from the sudden stretch. 

He bottomed out with a grunt, taking a moment to admire the sight of your pussy wrapped tightly around his cock. When he pulled back, it was already glistening with your arousal. It didn’t take long for him to get desperate enough to speed up, starting a punishing pace that forced little breaths and sounds out of you with each thrust. 

Once you started moaning, a smug smirk took over his face. “See? You would’ve been screaming and crying if not for my compassion.” He said, feigning concern. He reached up to unbuckle the gag and let it drop to the floor before adding, “What do you say?” 

“T-Thank you.” You choked out, voice hoarse from moaning and crying all night. 

“Try again.” He ordered with a sharp smack on your ass, forcing a strangled sob from you. 

“Thank you.. master…” The way you trailed off made it sound like a question, but he decided to let it slide this time and focus on fucking you.��

“Good girl.” He groaned, speeding up. “You’re exactly what I wanted, bitch. You still have some fight left in you, but it doesn’t take much to beat you into submission.” He chuckled, imagining all the ways he could force you to submit if you were ever disobedient. He was so excited to see your pretty skin covered in bruises, welts, scratches, bite marks, cuts— everything. He also made a mental note to brand you soon since he was now completely certain that you were the perfect slave he’s been searching for.  

The wet sounds of your pussy were obscene as he fucked you hard and fast, trying to savor his first time fucking you, but unable to hold back because of how good you felt squeezing his cock. 

“God- I’m already close.” He groaned, already deciding to do another breeding session in a couple hours, instead of waiting until tomorrow. “Your cunt feels fucking incredible.” You whined, but the way you clamped down on his cock was unmistakable. 

“Mark the day, pet. You’re going to officially be my breeding slave in a few minutes.” He smiled, making you stiffen, then start thrashing. 

“No!” You yelled, trying uselessly to escape the restraints. 

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t know what you were being sold for.” He scoffed. “You underwent the fertility treatment, didn’t you?” 

“Please— please don’t..” You sobbed, still trying to break free. 

“This is happening, cunt.” He growled bitterly. “I paid for a slave that would give me an heir and that’s exactly what you are.” 

“Please pull out!” You cried, becoming hysterical. Jackson groaned, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching as you continued begging and sobbing. 

“Keep fucking crying, bitch. It only turns me on more.” He said with a dark chuckle. This was exactly what he wanted; some fight. He didn’t want a broken, docile slave who took his abuse willingly. He wanted a slave who still had hope that this wasn’t her new reality, and you were still clinging to that desperately. 

His hips stuttered for a moment, then he slammed in with a grunt, fully sheathing his cock inside you. Your pussy fluttered around his twitching length, greedily taking his come despite yourself. You were crying almost violently now, babbling out senseless pleas for him to stop, but it was too late. 

When his orgasm finally faded, he panted for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew his cock. It slipped free with a wet squelch and he quickly walked over to grab the internal vibrator he bought for you. He pushed it in, keeping you plugged up, then took off all the restraints and lifted you upright. You stumbled when he dragged you over to the bed, then whimpered when he threw you down onto it. 

He started with your wrists, tying them to each corner of the bed. Then he pushed your legs up and bent you in half, letting him tie your ankles to the headboard, keeping your cunt angled up a little bit so that his come could have a chance to take. 

He stood back to admire you for a moment before remembering the last detail. You watched him walk over to grab a cloth of some kind, then you tried to turn your head away when he moved to tie it around you as a gag, but it was no use. 

“There we go.” He smiled proudly. “Now, I have some work that needs to get done before our next breeding session so you’re going to be a good little slave and stay right here.” He chuckled at his choice of words. When he turned on the internal vibrator, you screamed around the cloth and squeezed your eyes shut, feeling far too sensitive after the rough fucking. “See you in a few hours for round two, pet.” 

[milkywaydrabbles]

Are you still writing about kinktober? I wanted the 28th with Alucard, please, and if you can't order it anymore, sorry!

A/N: Hi anon I hope you enjoy this! I got distracted halfway through and nearly forgot the prompt and just started writing smut whoops lol but I hope you like the lil drabble mwuah!

CW: handjob, pet names, cum, pussyjob (kind of?), subby Alucard idk what to tell you.

Panties/Lingerie x Alucard

It was a long day. It was a long, unforgiving day. Alucard had been all over the village, practically at the beck and call of the people. All for rather silly instances, but he helped nonetheless. He felt as if he needed to repay a debt his father had with humanity. But today? Was a long fucking day. And to top it all off there was a (very minor!) night creature attack. It was easy enough to deal with, but what he wasn’t anticipating was being covered in monster guts as he walked through the doors of his castle. He groaned, trying his best to get all the extra gunk off before treading through the corridors. 

“Adrian? Are you home?” Ah, his saving grace. You popped your head out of the bedroom with a look of concern plastered on your face. “Oh honey, what happened?” Alucard sighed, furrowing his brows and shaking his head. “I promise, you don’t want to know.” You gave him a sympathetic smile before taking a (clean?) hand and leading him to the bathroom. “Come on, come take a bath and I’ll give you a nice relaxing massage when you’re done, how does that sound?” He could have melted at the thought. “It sounds heavenly, darling. Thank you.” He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek before scurrying into the bathroom the scrub his skin raw. You on the other hand, had a few different ideas in mind before he got out.

After a much needed extensive bath, Alucard finally felt at peace in being in his own skin. After wringing out his hair and wrapping a towel around his hips, he returned back to the room ready to be able to relax with his love. “Darling, if you’re too tired you don’t--oh.” You stopped him dead in his tracks with what you were wearing. There you were in all your glory, wearing one of his favorite lingerie sets--a wine red teddy, with a lace snake applique and mesh covering your chest. You wore the matching panties, a rather small and useless g-string that barely covered your front let alone your back. You looked at him so innocent, sitting back on your knees with candles lit and oil on the nightstand, as if you dressed in such attire was normal. “Come lay down, love.” You patted the bed scooting back as he walked over to you in a daze. “What’s all this?” He gestured to you, smirk plastered on his face. You shrugged. “You look like you had a stressful day, I want to give you a massage. Is that so bad?” 

Oh, you tricky little minx. 

Alucard chuckled and let you have your fun, laying down on his stomach to give you access. “Thank you, sweetheart. You don’t have to do this.” The implication was deeper than the massage, but you pushed forward. “Oh hush, just enjoy this.” you applied a fragrant eucalyptus essential oil to your hands to warm it up before working at his shoulders and neck. You rubbed and dug into his muscles, loosening up any of the knots you could feel. Alucard practically moaned under your touch, melting into the bed more and more with each knot released. “Feel good?” you giggled when he nodded, working down lower towards his back. Knuckles dug into the muscle, working through the stress until he was more pliable underneath you. You leaned down and kissed the back of his neck as you continued to work at his back. You went at it for a solid twenty minutes before you tapped on his back and asked him to turn around. “Come on, gotta work at your chest too.” was your excuse, and continued to play your little game. Alucard turned with a smile and you went to straddle him. “Helps with leverage” You’d say, throwing him a cheeky little smile and warmed up more oil in your hands before working the same way on his shoulders and down his chest. 

You really were just massaging him, innocent, like you said you would. So imagine his surprise when you leaned and started kissing on his neck and nipping, hands trailing down to his groin. His eyes shot open (when did he close them?) and made an indignant sound from his throat. “Shh, honey, let me take care of you. You did so much today.” You cooed, shimmying down and unwrapping the towel he still had on--the only thing he had on. Alucard’s breathing hitched as oiled hands grabbed onto his now half hard cock, pumping him fully. His hands hovered over your hips, unsure if he should even stop--even if just to admire you. “Darling..” He whispered, hips thrusting into your hand when you gripped him a bit firmer. You leaned back, slowly and deliberately jerking his cock, the lingerie set on fully display now. 

“God, you know how much I love when you wear that set.” He groaned out, eyes fluttering as he watched you through his lashes. The way your tits looked in the sheer cups drove him wild. They looked so delicious, leaving nothing to the imagination and yet it was a beautiful surprise. He especially loved the detailing on the snakes, trailing up your body making you look like the goddess he always envisioned you to be. The panties were just wide enough to cover your pussy, however just as sheer--and now darkened with a wet patch of your arousal. He wanted to lick and suck your cunt of your juices. But the way you looked like an ethereal being, pumping his dick and your eyes half lidded stopped him in his tracks. You took your time, fingers smearing his precum over the shaft, free hand cupping his balls. Adrian shut his eyes tight, stifling back a groan and trying his damndest to stop himself from shooting a load so quick. But the vision of you in that lingerie set was burned into his retinas, and not even closing his eyes would help him when you still looked just as good in his memory. “F-Fuck, sweetheart, I won’t last if you keep going.” His hands tightened on the sheets of the bed, fucking himself up into your hand. “You don’t have to, Adrian. I want you to cum for me, please honey.” Your words sounded so sickeningly sweet, like molasses dripping from your tongue. You opened your mouth and let a glob of your saliva drip down to the tip of his reddened cock, trailing his shaft and giving you more lube to slicken up his cock. Your hand increased in speed, flicking your wrist for better motion.

Adrian’s mouth hung open, trying with all his might to keep his eyes on you. It felt so undeniably good, he was lost in the pleasure of it all. You took the look in his eyes as being distracted, and suddenly your clothed pussy was pressed against his dick, and Adrian felt all the heat radiating from that tight little cunt that he knew to be his and his alone. “Fuck.” Was all he could say before shooting thick ropes of cum onto the red teddy, cum reaching as high as covering your tits, spilling over your stomach and dripping onto your pussy. His cock twitched in your hand as you milked him dry, smearing the cum on his head directly onto the sheer panties, sight of it having him shooting one last spurt into the fabric. His head hit the pillow, trying to catch his breath. Alucard took one last peak at you, rubbing his cum into the fabric and scooping up a particularly large glob right onto your tongue and swallowing. The sight of it was getting him hard again.

“I’ll take good care of you, honey.” You promised, before pulling the panties off to the side and rubbing your cunt right on his hardening cock. You weren’t done with him, and if he were being honest with himself, the way you were looking in that set he wasn’t going to be done with you for a few more hours.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

hi sorry idk if this is rude to ask but a few post ago in a hashtag you mentioned possibly talking about why you haven’t updated changing currents or a cat by any other name in so long and would it be rude to ask for a follow up on that? those are two of my absolute favorite fics of yours that have me foaming at the mouth and i’m kind of curious about what’s going on with them, no pressure of course just curious

Ope, no, in this case it's not rude. I meant to make a proper post about it, but then I got distracted with the Guard Dog update and starting to plan Monsterfucking Kinktober. 

So for Changing Currents, my main concern is that because it's so heavily inspired by the dystopian genre, I got really in my head worrying about what people would say when that series doesn't end with some kind of revolution or anything like that. I was definitely going for something more akin to The Giver than Divergent, if you get my meaning. I got really worried that people would be disappointed if the story didn't end with some huge action-packed climax, and I psyched myself out of working on it, because that's not the story I was ever planning on telling. I also have some other plot points that I think are going to be controversial and that go against a lot of the things that people have been predicting, which also developed into me worrying about expectations. I'm planning on the rest of the story being covered in two more chapters, and I have the full outline for it as well as an outline for adapting the story into a non-fanfic book, but I just haven't been able to get out of my head enough to touch it again. 

For ACBAON, it comes down to something similar. The next chapter is going to be the final one, and I have the whole thing outlined, but I keep hesitating working on it because I know that people are going to look at the ending and want more of the story. But I know how I want it to end, and I never want a story to be continued just for the sake of it. I also don't think that every story should end with the characters having reached a perfect stasis, I want it to feel like they're going to go on with their lives, but that this is the point were we waved goodbye and trusted them to move on without us. 

But those are all my personal hang-ups and things I've gotta work through at my own pace. Those stories have been stressing me out, and since I write for fun, I've just been letting them stew, writing a few hundred words here and there when I feel okay about them. I will complete both of those stories in my own time, but until I find a way to make them something that makes me happy again, they're essentially on hiatus.