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princessbrunette · 1 month ago

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ᡣ𐭩 ｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅PRINCESSBRUNETTES SCREAM SALON INTRODUCES … ໒꒰ྀི ˃̵ ࿁ ˂̵ ꒱ྀིა

GIBSON GIRL ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

♩ethel cain — gibson girl ♩

pairing: toxicbf!jj x reader

cw: jealousy, manhandling, exhibitionism, outdoor sex, cnc, degradation, toxic relationship, one spank.

you are responsible for your own media consumption. welcome to kinktober day four.

you’d liked to think you’d done nothing wrong.

jj knew what you were when he started dating you — friendly, sociable, a party girl, infact you’d even say those were some of the things that drew him to you in the first place.

as you step up to the chateau, having walked there in a pair of sandals that were rubbing your feet just a little too much, and your eyes dry from last nights drinking antics at the kegger — you could already tell jj wasn’t pleased with you from the look on his face.

he’s leaning up against that big tree outside the house, smoking a cigarette. jj was an avid stoner, yes — but he only smoked cigs when he was mad. you sigh, leaves crunching under your tread. in the back of your mind you note the uncharacteristic, slight chill in the air too — an introduction to the muggy autumn weather the obx briefly gets once a year.

“yeah i’m like shocked you even came.” jj calls out before you’re close enough, glancing between you and the cig he was now stomping out beneath his sneaker, twisting his ankle to smush it into the dirt.

“why?” your voice rasps, still that little bit hung over. jj laughs, bitterly and he doesn’t look at you— whipping his hat off and raking a hand through matted blonde hair before shoving it back on. oh, here we go.

“thought you’d like — leave to go fuck some other dude. y’know, seein’ as our relationship just means jack shit to you.” he shrugs like he doesn’t care but the look in his eyes tells you everything.

“what have i done now, jj?” you lean on your hip and he meets you in the middle on the grass, licking over sore, thin red lips.

“so you’re just gonna pretend you weren’t shakin’ your ass for the whole of the cut last night? lettin’ juuuust everyone see up your skirt? you got a man so like, you can’t just act single — i dunno know, that’s just my opinion—”

“you’re mad at me for dancing? at a party?” you step up to him which you know was a mistake as soon as his eyes flutter slightly as he glares down at you, suddenly pinning his mouth shut— jaw slightly clenched.

“yeah you’re right. i’m crazy, huh?” his nostrils flare, eye contact persisting. truthfully, yeah — he was, which is why you struggled to stand on business, not knowing what his next move might be. you shrink a millimetre in stature but you know he notices. “nah, don’t back down now. say it. say m’crazy mama.” he enters your space, filled was rage and smelling like marlboro reds.

“i’m not doing this—” you go to move past him, but he grabs you by the waist, even when you fight. “jj get off!”

“yeah we are, yeah we’re fucking doing this babe—” you speak over eachother frantically as you struggle until he’s wrestled you to the ground on your front, pressing your cheek into the dirt with a hand on the back of your head. you feel those thick cheap rings digging into your skull.

“acting like you don’t like this shit or something.” he scoffs as he straddles the back of your thighs. he’s rough, rougher than usual because there’s real anger behind each move and your heart pounds in your chest. what’s it called when you love someone so much you let them do whatever they want to you? even if it’s not warranted? it seemed like every guy round here was the same. no different from the rafes of the world — just violent and dirty and cruel. yet you couldn’t live without jj.

“jj, you’re — i don’t —”

“you didn’t mind showin’ off infront of everyone last night so you don’t mind if i just take what i want right here, right? nah, course you don’t.” he mutters, not even considering expecting a reply from you as you starts to fight your wriggling hips out of your denim shorts, sliding them down your ass. anyone could come by and see this obscene act, so naturally you felt hot all over and sadly, sickeningly aroused despite the thick knot in your stomach.

“s’not like that.” you whine, tears in your eyes as you turn your head toward the house— coming into direct eye contact with john b, who stood in the window with a mug of coffee.

he wouldn’t admit it, but john b didn’t mind all the borderline violent scuffles that you and jj would get into. bruises on your body from the rough and degrading sex showcased up and down your thighs when you’d lounge on the boat with the pogues, or red scratching of the word ‘MINE’ carved into jj’s back from your fingernails when his insta following would go up. for the most part he figured it was just kinky sex, nothing he wasn’t familiar with — but he had to say, he took a weird sick pride in hearing about you getting punished.

since dating you, you’d eaten up a good chunk of the time john b gets to spend with jj alone. jj used to be down for anything, would drop anything and anyone to be at his best friends side— and maybe john b had been selfish in letting that continue on to the point of expecting it. anytime he’d get time with the blonde, there you’d be nagging at the corners of the conversation or arriving unannounced to start something. it had gotten to the point where he too had began to indulge in violent sexual fantasies toward you, getting his own chance to put you in your place. you’re not one of us, he’d say — because he’s tired of being the kind and mature one.

“jj, j—john b is there you can’t—”

he’s already got your panties down, spreading your folds open to look at you a little too widely to the point you wince, jerking.

“alright and so what, it’s just john b. you didn’t care ‘bout all the extra eyes last night.” he shrugs one shoulder which surprises you. for someone so possessive, he really didn’t care.

when he pushes himself into you, you’re still locking eyes with the brunette through the dusty window. john b was typically courteous and would pretend to look away when jj would get to aggressively fondling you, but now he stares — puppy eyed and unabashed like he was doing nothing wrong, bringing the mug to his lips to take a leisurely sip as his best friend fucks you in the dirt. you even swear you see him shaking his head, all disappointed and dad like.

despite your walls clasping and clenching around jj, your head pounds and eyes burn with humiliation so you continue to squirm. maybe, somewhere deep in your mind you only squirm because you know that jj wants the fight, he wants you to struggle and suffer and pay for what you did. learn a lesson, so he’d say. despite everything, despite this — you just wanted to please him.

“had to make sure no one’s been breakin’ in these pretty tight holes babe, you understand right?” he pants, hands pressing into your back to keep you still. you already know the front of your clothes is ruined with dirt and mud.

you let out a pathetic groaned whimper similar to a ‘hnnnng’ sound as your brows furrow in defeat, eyes dropping to the way john b strains against his shorts, only turning to walk away when you watch him adjust himself. somehow, it makes your cunt flutter more and you wait for the blow of jj’s realisation.

a hard smack on your ass, there it is.

“my god, dude of course you’re gettin’ off on this. i knew you were a slut but jesus, way to prove it to me.”

#kinktober 24 ≽^• ⩊ •^≼ ₊˚⊹♡#jj maybank prompt #toxic!jj

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lavenderovercast · 1 month ago

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HUNKING HERO collab with @honeyandberryjuice

summary: you & toshinori get freaky in your office! relationships: yagi toshinori x female!reader warnings: 18+ content under the cut, !! MINORS DNI !! note: me & @honeyandberryjuice decided to work on our own custom kinktober list for this year, so here's a written collab between the two of us! enjoy it you filthy animals <33 tags: blow jobs, (light) praise kink, size kink, office sex, semi-public sex, dick transformation (just gets bigger cuz. u know. all might ), all might AND small might, two for the price of one!, porn w/ out plot, implied aftercare 🌺 prefer to read on ao3? check out the series! 🌺

“Oh my goodness,” Toshinori panted, his large hands gripping into the leather seat beneath him. The blonde man’s neck was perspired with sweat, his breath and skin hot. The groan that came from his throat was visceral, almost like he was in pain, though he couldn’t be further from it. “You’re… taking all of me so well.” The man managed to gasp out, muscles visibly straining in his arms. The sight drives you absolutely crazy.

All you can reply with is a deep and satisfied hum, what with your mouth being otherwise busy. Toshinori’s cock was enveloped deeply in your throat, the warmth of it fulfilling your need for the man. The hum you’d given in response seems to send ripples through him, as you feel him jerk in your mouth. You can’t help but feel smug about it.

You have one hand gripped around his sinewy thigh, and the other one reaches towards his groin to cup his balls. As you begin to massage them gently, a strangled cry erupts from Toshinori and a clammy hand slaps down onto where yours was on his thigh and squeezes. His words are a garbled mess, but you manage to make out, “Jeez, I’m gonna cum. Let’s…” The man pauses to take another gulp of air before continuing, “I wanna try something.”

Curiousity positively piqued, you remove him from your mouth. Your jaw had begun to ache from taking the size of him anyway, and you’d never been able to say no to him. You quietly hum again as you move, slowly pushing yourself up and off of your knees, resting your hands on the top of the blonde’s thighs. Toshinori’s breath hitched at the contact, and the man finds it increasingly difficult to regain his composure.

His dilemma only worsens when you lean your head closer to his, a sweet smile on the same lips that were just wrapped around his aching dick. The man could just about faint when your lips brush against his cheek, warm and soft as they press onto his skin before you speak to him so warmly. “What do you have in mind, Toshi?”

Toshinori fights a groan, hands shifting back to the leather seat underneath him. With a squeeze, he furrowed his eyebrows before letting his palms rest on your hips. A surprised noise escapes his you as he lifts you with ease, gently maneuvering you so your sitting on the desk in front of the two of you now. Your hands move to rest on the tops of his own, causing Toshinori to dig his teeth into his lip as he peers up at you.

In his eyes, you’re beautiful— a true marvel of the world. Your hair falls around your face and shoulders in a perfect curve, and there’s the sweetest, most trusting smile on your face as you gaze down at him so lovingly. The blonde doesn’t understand how he got so lucky, but he’s grateful for it anyways as he moves to slot himself between your legs.

“What do… You think about trying something different?” Toshinori rumbles, ducking his head down to leave loving kisses across your susceptible skin. His teeth grazes your neck, making you sigh and lean into the man with an approving hum.

“Depends on your definition of different.” You tease, rubbing your thumbs soothingly against his skin. You’re already fucking the man in an office, so you’re certain that nothing he can propose will be too bold for you to try.

The kisses he had been peppering on your complexion began to travel down your body, and you let out a small giggle as his lips tickled your sensitive skin. Your hands instinctively reached up to grab at his dishevelled blonde hair, pulling gently, which caused a low groan to escape the man. You bite her lip at the sound, positively enthralled that you could cause such deliciousness to come from him without even doing much. It seemed to take everything in him to find the focus to reply, “It’ll be better if I just show you. Let me know if, at any point, you don’t like it, ‘kay?”

The small nod from you was all he needed as he sits back down into the office chair while pulling you down with him. Your soft, warm, naked skin on his caused tingles to travel up his spine, his hands reaching around you to support your back as you settled comfortably on his lap. With ease, he lifts your body up to line himself up with you and slowly enter you, a rumbling groan and a breathy gasp escaping each of you respectfully.

He takes a moment to let you adjust, and you dig your nails into his shoulders, making him grit his teeth. Toshinori would describe himself as a gentle lover, but the things you did to him made him want to break furniture and throw you around like a ragdoll, but he was a gentleman and would control himself— Even if every passing second with you only made that challenge all the more difficult. “You okay?” He asked, voice soft.

“Always,” You respond, though your voice sounds strained. You look at him through your eyelashes, already knowing where his thoughts were venturing. “Please don’t stop. I just forget how much of you there is every time.” There’s amusement in your tone, and your face is wonderfully flush with arousal.

If Toshinori was a different man, he would’ve been completely self-satisfied about the reactions he got out of you. It was hard not to be, when you have your fingers dug into his shoulders as he slowly rocks his hips forward. A pleased sound leaves you as you tild your head forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder with a shaky exhale. Desperately, you want to be close to him. Desperately, you want more of him, all of him.

Instead of taking further pride in himself for having such an independent woman damn near weak in the knees for him, Toshinori rests his lips gently against the top of your head. The smell of your shampoo invades his senses as he pushes forward. He’s slow and careful for you, attentive as always as he allows you to adjust to his length.

Another pleased sound erupts from you, this time in the form of a breathy sigh as his hips become flush against your own. A soft pant leaves you, and you left your head up to capture Toshinori’s lips in a kiss. His fingers press gently against your hips as he begins to move against you. The pleased, muffled sounds that leave his lover as he moves make him groan quietly, his own need increasingly growing.

The hands on your hips grips you harder, and he lifted you again to slide you up the length of him before pulling you roughly back down to take him fully. A surprised moan burst from you, telling him that you enjoyed the act very much, so he did it again. And again. Over and over, he lifted you up and down, before hitching his hands under your thighs to keep you in place and pounding up into you until your eyes began to roll back in your head.

You were lucky nobody was in the building anymore, or it would’ve been very obvious what you were doing, closed blinds or not.

A strained groan came from him as he felt the familiar sensation of release building up in him, and he knew now would be the time to enact what he slyly hinted at earlier. As your cries turned ecstatic, and your pulling of his hair felt like you were going to rip it from his scalp in a heavenly wave of pain and pleasure, he allowed another well-known electricity to assemble within him. The remnants of One For All pumped through his veins, filling his muscles and bulking his frame like it had again and again over the years.

He didn’t think he would ever get sick of the feeling, and it didn’t matter that it only lasted for a few seconds now. Toshinori always felt so powerful when the quirk gave him new form.

As his body doubled, tripled in size, your already smaller frame seemed to shrink on top of him. His large arms and legs seemed impossibly big next to you, and it was with your very sudden, sharp intake of breath that he knew you felt him bulk elsewhere too. “Oh my G— Fuck!” Your voice squeaked as his cock stretched you out, and you felt more of him than you ever had before.

He’s about to ask you if you’re okay again, to know if this was way too much or painful at all, but he’s silenced by you clamping your hand harshly over his mouth as you begin to bounce on top of him. Your moans are so tinged with desperation now that he can’t concentrate on anything else, and his even larger hands cup you tightly on the ass as he watches you taking every wide inch of him.

“Toshi— Fuck, All Might!” His hero name being called from your pretty mouth undoes him. He didn’t think he was vain enough that something like that would turn him on so much, but the surprise doesn’t affect much as he realises his climax is imminent.

He throws his head back and moans loudly as he empties himself inside of you, the cum overfilling you and dripping down the inside of your legs onto the top of his thighs. The man pants as he takes a moment to recover, his hands falling limp against you, who in turn practically drops onto him. Toshinori can feel your chest pressed against his own, your head buried into the crook of his neck.

The blonde can feel his body returning to his regular form, but he doesn’t pay it much mind as he lifts a shaky hand that he runs through your hair soothingly. He’s quiet for a moment before tilting his head back to you, lips pressing against the top of your head like they had earlier before. He can hear a breathy chuckle come from your mouth, and you peer up at him with affection written all over your features.

“Are… You alright? Was that…” He’s not able to finish his sentence as you lift a hand and gently nudge his shoulder, your eyes narrowed playfully on his face. He can feel his features warm as you hum.

“That was perfect, Toshi,” You murmur, nuzzling your head into the man’s chest with a contented little smile on your face. Toshinori can’t help but smile too, moving his hands to rest them on your arms, rubbing soothing patterns into the exposed skin. “...Should clean up, though. My office is going to smell terrible.”

“Mmm,” The blonde grunts in agreement, nodding a little. “Just let me hold you a little longer.”

#all might x reader #all might x you #mha toshinori #bnha toshinori #all might smut #all might #yagi toshinori #yagi toshinori x reader #toshinori x reader #mha x reader #mha x you #bnha x you #mha writing #P&H: kinktober 2024 #kinktober #peach writes #heroes 🦸

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unholybacon355 · 28 days ago

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Kinktober Day 16 - Kim Chaewon x M! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Chaewon is probably the prettiest girl you have ever seen in your entire life. You often think she could be a supernatural creature because that’s the only way to explain how she can be so beautiful. Her facial features are just perfect, out of this world, and yet she still applies a very special skincare to maintain her beauty at its highest point.

“Babe. I ran out of my cream.” That’s how she entered the room. Not saying hello or anything like that, just letting you know that she used the last remnant of her most precious cream. “I need more.”

“Now? I’m doing something.”

“But it's time for my daily doses and there's no more left.” She tosses to you an empty small plastic jar.

“OK, ok. But can you warm it for me?” You blow a kiss to her while taking off your pants. Immediately you get back to work, typing words to fill your report while she sits on the floor next to you.

Once Chaewon is comfortably sitting by you one of her hands travels to your crotch and grabs your flaccid dick. Her fingers are cold against your skin, sending a shiver to your spine. But with the movement she began to do, your member quickly started to feel warmer and grow. The blood fills your shaft and very soon is at its maximum length and thickness. “Are you going to take long?”

“Just five more minutes and I’ll be all yours babe.” You pet her head trying to calm down your impatient girlfriend. “Can you wait?” Now you scratch the back of her head like if she were a puppy.

As you said, five minutes later you’re done with your work. “I’m free nooo…” Your phrase was cut because Chaewon already put your dick on her mouth and began to suck. Babe calm down.”

“You said five minutes and the time has already passed. Are you gonna give it to me now?” She looks at you with those puppy eyes that always drive you crazy.

“Anything for you Babe.” You blow a new kiss to Chaewon while she resumes the task of sucking and stroking you. Her technique is so amazing, she is practically an expert on the fine art of milking you. Years of using your semen at her most precious beauty treatment has given to her a mastery of creative ways to extract the semen out of your guts. But not today, today she’s in a rush because the last bottle of your man milk is empty. So today she’s using her hand and mouth to obtain what she wants.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” The pace of Cahewon’s hand is fast, she’s impatient and can’t wait. Reason why she’s giving you a little treat after all. Your dick is out of her mouth because she is sucking her index finger, and when you see that you immediately know what is coming so you lean on the couch and open your legs a little bit.

Chaewon’s finger, covered in saliva, reaches the chark of your ass and with little resistance finds your rear entrance. With the little space she has to operate. Chaewon manages to draw circles on your anus. You just can moan and pet her head again. Her mouth comes back to engulf your shaft at the same time her digit finds its way inside your entrance. The sensation is overwhelming to say it less.

“Oh babe this feels so good. I love you.” She doesn't respond because at the moment her mouth is working on something more important. And that work combined with what her hands do is sending jolts to your entire body. “babe I’m close. Get on your knees.”

Chaewon stopped what she was doing, taking her finger out of you and letting your hard shaft slide out of her mouth with a loud pop sound. She happily gets on her knees looking at you with impatience in her eyes. You stand in front of her and now your hand is the one that is stroking your dick.

Chaewon's expression changes to one more clam and she does that face that you love so much, sticking out her tongue over her upper lip and smiling with her eyes. Now patiently waiting for you to reach your climax.

Chaewon didn't have to wait much longer because she took care of leaving you almost on the verge of orgasm, so after a few more pumps your climax arrives. You point your tip to her forehead and shoot the first thick rope of semen. You can see how happy she’s when is hit by your sticky cream. A new rope landed over her closed eyes and immediately began to slide to the rest of her face. But you aren't done yet and continue to spray all your milk over her pretty face, covering every inch of her face.

Soon her pretty perfect small nose is hiding behind layers of your white fluid, as well her cheeks and eyes. Her lips are tightly closed to not letting any of your semen go inside her mouth, oh no! because everything is for her face. Her skin need it.

When you’re done cuming on Chaewon’s face you let you fall over the couch and let her know that that’s all. “Babe I’m empty.” And she knowing she isn’t getting more cum from you, starts spreading your seed over all her face and part of her neck, making the layer of white fluid even on the surface of all her skin. Putting emphasis on massaging her cheeks and forehead, not letting any corner uncovered.

“Thank you babe.” She says standing once your semen is dry enough to let her open her eyes. “What do you want as a thank you for this?”

“What if you cook dinner?”

“Done. I have to feed you healthily if I want you to give me more of your cream.” And with a giggle she’s the one that blows you a kiss now. “What do you wanna eat?”

“Is your ass on the menu…?”

#kim chaewon #chaewon #chaewon smut #chaewon x reader #le sserafim smut #le serrafim #fanfic #kinktober 2024 #gg smut #kpop smut

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lixiektty · 1 year ago

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the range — kinktober day one

word count: 3.5k (i got carried away lol)

warnings/kinks: harddom!heeseung, sexworker!heeseung, sub!reader, language, oral (m. receiving), protected sex, squirting, degradation, a little praise, fingering, spanking, pet names, dirty talk pls feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

author's note: long time no see! i'm back for kinktober. i'm really trying to work on being active on here, after kinktober i hope i can accomplish just that. i hope you all enjoy my upcoming works for this month!!

you had heard about this place a few halloween's back— you hadn't expected it to reopen this year, giving you again another chance to go. the reviews were good but there was no way of seeing exactly what you should expect when going in.

all you friends pushed you to go, not that any of them had been before either, but they thought it'd help you let loose a little. you were just questioning yourself nonstop, mind switching between going and not going. you thought, maybe this could be a little fun...

tonight was halloween night, a ticket had to be bought within 24 hours of your arrival, so you rushed to your computer yesterday morning and bought one for yourself. you dressed up in a strapless tight leather dress, fishnets hugging your legs. it was basic, yes, but you looked hot, and your besties thought so too when you sent a picture to the groupchat.

walking into the attraction had your heart racing. the main area to scan your ticket was a small booth right before the entrance to the actual building. a lady sat there, face speaking for itself, saying she's bored and over it. you had to sign a waiver which honestly freaked you the fuck out, what happens in there other than a good fuck?

when entering, it was pretty loud. smoke filled the small hallways; lights were flashing brightly. you didn't know what you were supposed to do or where you were supposed to go.

it was a good two minutes when you finally heard footsteps right behind you. before you could even turn, a hand was placed over your mouth to mumble your screams and you were yanked through this curtain that hid a door right behind it. once you got into the room, it was decorated as if you were in a horror film. the hands on you let you go but still didn't turn you around. you felt shaky, all of this was so new—so unexpected.

"you're a pretty little thing, aren't ya'?" the man spoke, placing his cold hands on the back of your thighs, fingers running between the spaces left from your fishnets. he breathes heavily, almost like he's hungry, as he felt around your body.

you hadn't even gotten a good look at his face, wanting to know the face of the guy who was about to fuck you crazy. for a second you had hesitated to turn, but you finally did and looked up into his eyes. the only thing that had been on his face were two fake smile cuts— blooding dripping from them, he was attractive though, no kidding. you couldn't get enough of the way he looked down at you, still wearing his acting face and trying his best to continue portraying this character while you're still in front of him looking like that.

"did i tell you to turn and look at me?" he asked. no, but you wanted to.

"i— i just wanted to see what you looked like..." you replied, feeling so small with all the dominance he carried.

"does it matter? you're not gonna see it while i'm fucking you, you can barely see with these lights anyways."

"but— i saw enough," heeseung was a nice guy in real life, this character though was the complete opposite— aggressive, rough, overly dominant and so on. having to keep going on with this facade when you said things that had him blushing and instead of treating you like a princess, he'd be treating you like a slut.

"on your knees," he said through gritted teeth.

right away you were kneeling before him, face to face with his bulge and looking up. he held your chin to tilt your head up a little bit further. "what an obedient slut," he chuckled airy and let go of your face.

you watched as his hands trailed down to fiddle with his button and zipper of his black jeans. the feeling of excitement filled you and it caused a pool to form in the lace fabric you wore.

the minute heeseung pulled his cock out you didn't even get to give a reaction before he was forcing himself inside your mouth. you hummed lightly, loving the way he tasted on your tongue. he watched your head move forward without his help, watching the dirty sight and listening to your moans in satisfaction.

heeseung threw his head back, exposing his pretty neck you were so aching to mark, "fuck," he let out softly followed by a few pants.

his hands move to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair and gripping onto it tight. the sting sent to your scalp added a whole new feel of pleasure, nothing was being done to you, yet you were making more noises than heeseung was.

your eyes had closed just a little while ago and once you opened them and look back up, you make eye contact with the man. he squints and tilts his head a bit, that being enough to intimidate you and closing your eyes yet again.

"ah— nope, look at me," heeseung says, demanding voice deep and raspy.

you hesitantly open your eyes again and look up into his eyes. heeseung pushes himself deeper down into your throat, holding you there until your nose was almost kissing his pelvis. tears filled your water line, and you let out very few choking noises before he was pulling out fully removing himself, thank god for your lack of a gag reflex.

his heavy cock hung right in front of your face, your black lipstick leaving one single ring around the base, "look at how good you take it, so messy— just how i like it."

heeseung rubbed his tip between your lips, glossing the precum all over them. the aching between your legs just seemed to grow and it wasn't like you could tell him to hurry up, that'll just piss him off. he didn't like being rushed, plus he was control right now.

everything had happened so quick, one minute you were on the floor and the next you were being thrown onto the bed— fishnets ripped and underwear at your knees. the leather hugging your body had barely moved and heeseung just needed to see more, see how your ass moved against him and your hips rocking back and forth.

"you're so wet darling, who's got you all worked up?" he asked, a evil chuckle following.

you hadn't answered, too afraid to speak if you were being honest and heeseung didn't appreciate that. a sharp slap was sent to your ass, and you jumped, gasping but enjoyed the sting.

"i asked a question, don't start acting up now," he sounded hot every time he spoke, if only you could see his face right now.

hands gripped onto your hips, eyes trailing down your body and falling in love with the view. with the amount of shifts he's worked here and all the people he has fucked he had never been so into a customer like he was into you.

"you, you did—" you finally say.

"good, you speak," he says, "now keep going with that pretty mouth of yours."

two of his long slender fingers plunged into you, curling and sending this new shockwave throughout your body. an exaggerated moan left your mouth, you hadn't remembered the last time you felt someone else's fingers but yours and it feel amazing.

"you're sucking them right in, doll," heeseung comments. his fingers moved steadily, a twist of his wrist every now and then.

his digits were nearly soaked from you, not like he really minded anyways. if anything, he thought it was hot you were this wet for him, dripping from his fingers and making all these noises.

screams, moans, and the faint sound of the spooky music they had playing could be heard— along with the smoke machines and buzzing of lights, yet your moans were all heeseung could focus on.

"shi— more, please more," you begged.

heeseung couldn't resist, making enough space to add another one of his fingers and move faster. each thrust of them became rougher and had you clawing at the sheets. he did so well, and of course he knew what he was doing, he worked here for a reason.

"good god, you're so tight," heeseung bent down to press a kiss to the back of your thigh, licking up the arousal that had dripped down and groaning from the satisfying taste, "and you taste so good."

all he could think about now was how he wanted to go raw on you and feel the way you clench around his cock tight, barely allowing him to move, but it was a requirement that the workers use protection in order not to catch nor spread anything. it made him grow this irritation because he really just wanted to know how you felt— and even filling you up with him cum and watching it leak from you, though he knew he couldn't do that, the thought just didn't go away.

"wish i could fill you up, but i'm afraid i can't doll," he says, disappoint heard in his voice.

you wondered why, then remembered what you had read on the contract about the protection rules. to feel his load was only something you could imagine, now you wondered if you would see him again, run into him and flashback to this night. he'd take you back to his place, or even yours and you could finally see his face clearly, clear of the fake scars and being able to actually see it in the light.

"you'd probably take it so well, huh?" he asked. you hum and wiggle your hips, moving them side to side to add to the pleasure, "what a proud cumslut."

that familiar knot tightened up in your stomach and your bud throbbing, aching for the attention. if you would have reached back what if heeseung slapped your hand away and denied you of any contact? which is exactly what he did when you tried.

you tighten around his fingers and feeling your mind getting fuzzy, heeseung pushing you closer and closer to your high.

"i— i'm close," you moan out.

"so quick?" again, you moan out but in embarrassment.

it just felt so good, how could he blame you? with each thrust of his fingers and jerk of his hand, it was only a matter of time before you soaked the both of you. heeseung watched as you squirted, twisting and turning his fingers roughly inside you as you did.

"didn't know you could do that," he said, smirk plaster on his face.

his fingers were out of you after being trapped in for so long, your hips collapsing trying to get some rest but heeseung wasn't done. and he wasn't giving breaks.

your hips were soon propped back up, heeseung placing your knees on the bed. he needed to fuck you now, feel every part of you. he nearly forgot to get protection due to how distracted he got watching you drench his fingers and clothing like that— your cum running down the back of your thighs, oh was it a sight.

heeseung grabbed the condom that usually was left on the nightstands, grabbing and removing it from the package. he stripped himself from his jacket and his shirt that was wet because of you, rolling the latex slowly onto the head and down his shaft.

"hurry and fuck me," you say, with a wiggle of your hips just barely hitting the head of his cock with your heat.

"you're an impatient little bitch," heeseung rolls your dress up to your waist, sending an aggressive slap on your ass—making you flinch. he held onto your hips tightly before pushing himself in, the sound of him hissing behind you at the feeling made you clench tighter around him, "sucking me right in, how fuckin' pretty?"

heeseung's hips started at a slow pace, a small whimper leaving your lips as he filled you to the brim, so easily controlling you with everything he did and every word he spoke. as his pace started to grow faster, your hands clenched onto the comforter—feeling all of him, inch by inch.

"m'gonna abused this sweet pussy of yours, darling." he smacks your ass harder and began pistoning into you. each stroke went deeper and deeper, splitting you open like no one has before.

you moan loud, all the wet sounds and skin slapping overpowering the loudness of the smoke machines, other women's screams, and anything else that made noise outside of this room, "how are you so fucking big?" you struggled to ask, genuinely wondering how someone could be the size he was but fit so perfectly inside you.

"it's a blessing, i guess," he shrugged, knowing how cocky that sounded but it just played into his character.

he continued to pound into you and letting out the nastiest of groans, getting lost inside you. never in the two years he's been working here as he ever felt like this before. it was always nothing but a fuck, a paycheck, and then going home after fucking girls back-to-back, but you... he could fuck you without your money even being involved. you were a goddess in his eyes, and the slutty costume you wore didn't help him control his thoughts.

heeseung pulls out of you, manhandling you onto your back, yanking your panties down from your knees and discarding them then pulling your dress up more. your legs spread for him instinctively and his cock filled you back up immediately. heeseung watched how your body reacted to him—fucking you with sharper thrusts this time.

"pretty girl, give me another?" he hovered over you, bringing one of your legs up to your chest. you nod in response, heeseung smirking as you let out another moan, "good, i want us drenched."

as time went on, and heeseung's movements only got faster—you felt yourself being pushed further to the edge. ear splitting squeals left your throat and soon you were cumming fast and hard. heeseung pulled out, fingers immediately traveling down to your clit and rubbing harshly throughout your orgasm. heeseung's torso was now dripping, the picture of his state locked in your mind.

"fuck baby, can you do it again for me?" heeseung asked, fingers still toying with you bud gently causing you to jerk up into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut and letting out and mumbled whimper, "please?"

that made something in you snap. you felt so obedient, so needy and it was all for him. you nodded to the best of your ability, heeseung grinned the second you did. something about his sinister makeup made him so incredibly attractive in a way, so much more dominate.

he stood back up straight, positioning himself to slide back into you with ease. your back arched off the bed giving heeseung a chance to slip one of his arms under you and hold you in place. his body was pressed against yours, his hips beginning to move again.

moans spilled out of you, you were just too sensitive and already worn out—anything you did you had no control of in the moment. you felt like a toy for him to use, which wasn't a bad idea at all, infact you were hoping he'd treat you as just that.

heeseung looked at your scrunched up face and open mouth, letting out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. he plants a kiss on your chin, trailing them down to your neck and your collarbone, leaving a few marks behind.

"i could fuck you all night until you pass out," he mumbled against your skin.

you clenched around him at the thought of him using your body until you were putty in his hands, "i-i think i will s-soon if you make me cum again," you stuttered, your sentence causing him to giggle, "and i-isn't there a ti-time limit-t?"

"am i not the worker?" heeseung asked, looking into your eyes with his dark gaze, "if i'm having a good time i can do whatever the hell i please... meaning if i wanna fuck you for hours on end and make you squirt over and over again, then i will do so." he goes on to explain.

you weren't sure if he was still in character—saying the things he'd say to any of the girls that came to the range, or if he got so lost in the moment that he forgot he was supposed to be acting for the sake of good tips and instead meant every last word he said.

heeseung thrusted up hard into you, getting closer to his orgasm. he felt so pussy drunk, he was feeling dizzy and his hips began having a mind of their own. you felt his free hand coming to toy with your clit again, rubbing like he was trying to get you to cum messy and fast again.

"f-fuck, fuck i'm gonna cum~" you cried out. heeseung chuckles devilishly, leaning down to lick across your jawline and then whisper into your ear.

"be a good slut, make me cum and i'll make you," he whispered.

you whine, clenching down onto him, your eyes snapping shut as you tried to hold on—hoping he was close. his slender fingers slide up and down along your soaked core, pounding into you until he released. you had only wished it was actually inside you. the thought itself made your hips twitch and you were cumming again—this one hitting a lot harder than the previous ones.

both you and heeseung's moans synced with one another, feeling sticky from sweat and cum. you stayed like this for a while as you tried catching your breath. heeseung's body had collapsed onto top of yours, his hips still slowly moving.

once he had finally got up, he wiped his abs clean using a folded towel left on the nightstand—tying his condom and throwing it into the trash.

"made you break character," you comment, chuckling afterwards.

heeseung laughs at you as he got dressed, kneeling down to pat your inner thighs dry. you examined your thighs as he did so, dripping from your many intense orgasms, ripped fishnets and flushed skin from the amount of harsh skin on skin contact.

"you're fucking amazing, my favorite customer by far," heeseung comments, collecting your panties as he was still on the ground and handing them to you.

"yeah?" you asked, leaning back on your hands and spreading your legs a little further, earning a smirk from the man between them, "better than all those other whores you screwed?"

heeseung stood up, throwing the towel into a different bin—an airy chuckle escaping his throat, "you're the best whore i've screwed, baby." he admits.

you hum, leaning forward and looking up at him with big eyes, "you tell all your customers that?"

heeseung upperhalf bends down, your chin ending up between his fingers, "only the pretty ones, and they don't come often," he says, forcing your head up slightly—lips so close to his, "you're different though. i like how your body reacts."

he lets go of you, holding his hand out to help you to your feet. you take it, pulling your dress back down once you did finally get up. your legs felt weak, your entire body felt weak, and your brain was still trying to process what the hell just happened.

"not to mention you know how to suck dick like no other," he adds as you were trying to fix yourself before you walked out that door, "should come back again, can't promise you'll get me next time though."

"what if i don't want anyone else next time?" you asked, cocking your head to the side.

all he does is smirk before placing his hand on the doorknob, "i'll just tell my coworkers to keep their hands off of you until i find you." he says as he opens the door for you, "you have a goodnight now...i need to get back into character. you fucked me up."

you smile before saying goodbye, walking out of the door and through the curtain. you walk down the hallway you originally entered the room from and went back to the front to collect your belongings.

"how much would you like to tip?" the lady behind the booth asked.

once you got your purse back, you pulled out a 50 and gave it to her. her eyes widened when she took it into her hands, looking back up at you, "good time huh?"

you nod, giving her a soft smile before grabbing your things and walking away from the building. it was almost an internal instinct to grab your phone and call your best friend.

the phone only rung twice before yunjin answered, "hello?" she spoke.

"hey..." you said lowly. she didn't know what to make of it. either you hadn't gone, or you did, and it was a disappointment.

"oh my god, did you not go through with it?" yunjin asked, you could hear shuffling on the other side of the line.

you chuckle, still walking to the parking lot, "no...no i went through with it alright."

"well, what are you waiting for? spill!" yunjin said, urging you to share your experience.

you thought back to what had just taken place in that building behind you five minutes ago, wanting to say fuck it and start running back and pay extra just so you could see heeseung again.

"the guy i was with was so fucking hot, jen. i'm telling you right now, that is the best sex i've had in a minute." you admitted.

"see! we told you it'd be fun," she says, you could just tell she was smiling as she said that, "did you get his number?"

"unfortunately, no," you said with a frown as you approached your car, unlocking it and getting in, "but i think i'll be coming back soon."

#heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #heeseung imagines #lee heeseung imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen imagines #enha smut #enha imagines #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kinktober

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hotchshands · 14 days ago

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for kinktober/cocktober hotch using his handcuffs on you? 😩😩😩 (i feel like her be so hesitant but the reader would be SUCH a whiny little bitch about it 🤭)

tyty <33 MWAH

How did you know I’m a slut for handcuffs🤭

Okay, so imagine it’s Halloween night, and Hotch dresses up as himself, basically because you and Jack begged him to join you all in some trick-or-treating. At the end of the night, Hotch has a surprise for you…

"Come on, it's Halloween. You have to dress up!" you shout from the kitchen at Hotch, who is putting together his last-minute Halloween costume in the bedroom. The two of you have just started living together in Hotch's tiny apartment, so it was your first Halloween as a couple.

You and Jack were patiently waiting for Aaron to finish up. You were dressed up as a witch, and Jack was dressed up as Spider-Man. Things at the BAU have been crazy busy, so you and Aaron forgot to plan for Halloween. Jack, on the other hand, has had his costume for weeks now. Your costume was a backup for years like this when you forgot to plan a more elaborate costume.

Jack and you were nibbling on the Halloween cookies you all made when Aaron walked out of the bedroom and inside the kitchen. "Well, it's not much of a costume, but it's all I got," Hotch says, looking down at his costume. He was wearing his FBI vest, and a pair of handcuffs were attached to this belt.

"Cool! Let's go, Dad!" Jack said, putting down a cookie and pulling on Aaron's leg, eager to go trick-or-treating. You laughed at his response and accepted Aaron's lame attempt at Halloween, following the two out. On your way, you caught a glance at Aaron's butt in his tight pants. You've seen him dressed on the job, but it takes your breath away every time.

After hours of trick-or-treating, you all decided to call it a night. Jack had gotten a bunch of candy but grew tired after a few hours, plus Hotch, and you were exhausted. By the time you stepped into the apartment, Jack was ready for bed.

While Hotch put Jack to bed, you cleaned up the house, ensuring all the candy was put away. After putting the boy to sleep, Hotch joined you in the kitchen. "I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. I think I'm gonna turn in," Hotch said.

You sighed, "Me too. Mind helping me get out of this costume?"

Hotch's brows raised at that. He knew you didn't mean it in a dirty way, but his mind went gutter diving. He approached you and leaned toward your ear, "I'm glad you asked. I've been thinking of getting you naked all night."

"Aaron!" you yelped in surprise.

He couldn't help but laugh, walking away down the hall and toward the bedroom. You smirked, turning off the lights before following him. When you reach your bedroom, you can see Aaron standing in front of the bed, still in costume. Seeing him in the vest gave you a boost of much-needed energy.

"So, officer, are you gonna help me?" you asked, walking toward Hotch slowly.

Hotch looked you over before placing his hands on your shoulders, "That depends. Have you been a bad girl?"

"Me?" you point to yourself, knowing you were the only two in the room. "Well, everyone knows that I'm a good girl, officer."

You could tell your words affected Aaron even though you've never called him "officer" before. He traced the fabric of your costume before ribbing the black dress. You were shocked, stunned, really. He never acted that eager ever. He was a very patient man, but tonight was different. He didn't wait for permission.

"Is that so?" he said, tilting your chin up. He removed the remains of the dress from your body, leaving you in your lingerie. He then moved a hand toward your center and felt a hint of wetness there. "Good girls aren't such filthy whores. Now turn around," he commanded.

You slowly turned around, unsure of his next move.

"You're under arrest for trying to seduce a federal officer," he says, handcuffing you.

The cuffs were tight against your wrists, making it impossible to use them in any capacity. "But, officer, please let me explain," you pleaded, playing in the fantasy.

"No need. I'm gonna teach you a lesson, sweetheart."

He tosses you toward the bed. Your chest falls on the mattress while your hands remain tied behind your back. You couldn't see him, but you could hear the sound of a zipper coming undone. The sound made you whine. Your fingers reach out to touch him but to no use. He slaps your ass, telling you to stop whining.

"Bad girls don't get to touch. Got it?"

He grabbed your throat and lifted it up as he pressed against you, his other hand holding onto the cuffs that tied your hands together. You hated that you couldn't see or touch him, but you ended up having the best Halloween [sex] ever.

#gabriella's mail #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x reader #hotch #cocktober #kinktober #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x you #hotch imagine

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randomshyperson · 1 year ago

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Lacy - Werewolf!Reader x Wanda Maximoff - Kinktober #07

Summary: This Halloween, Wanda receives a surprise visit from her favorite werewolf. The problem is that it's very difficult to keep a crush hidden during mating season.

Warnings: (+18), mutual pining, semi-public, very vague allusions to omega verse, beefy!reader, power!bottom wanda, a bit rough but they are actually sweet to each other, some praising and dirty talk. | Words: 3.144k

A/N-> First, I know nothing about werewolves. It was never my thing growing up (I’m a witch type of person I suppose) but I know about omegaverse stuff and since it’s wolf-based I tried some references from that lore. Also, I was totally thinking about Wednesday's show (and Wenclair ship tbh) when writing the school but you all be free to image whatever you wish. Also, the name is from Olivia Rodrigo’s song, ‘cause it’s such a friends-to-lovers/mutual pining coded lyrics. Good reading folks!

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The mating season was always the most tiring part of the year.

Even as a child, her days were marked by hard work and running errands - her mother was always very busy with orders, and somehow, the twins were obliged to finish the tasks in record time, so as not to delay the calendars and keep Natalya busy when her customers needed her.

As the largest and most respected apothecary in the country, Natalya Maximoff was also one of the biggest dealers in magical items - and this also included natural suppressants. Her customers wrote to her from all over the world, many famous packs like the Romanoffs or the Howletts only bought her products, and the witch was always very busy at this time of year.

So when their mother told them that she would leave the Maximoff Magical Articles Boutique in their care for two whole days, while she delivered packages around the world, none of them were surprised, as this had been done dozens of times before.

Wanda's indignation stemmed from the fact that her twin brother, as soon as there were no more magical remnants of the portal his mother had conjured to travel through, put on a jacket and told her he was leaving.

"But you can't leave me alone!" Wanda hurried away from the counter. Pietro chuckled, adjusting his hat on his silver hair. Since he had turned 18 last month, he had grown a good few centimeters, and even with her best serious expression, Wanda, who hadn't grown much since she was 15, no longer succeeded in frightening him. That, and well, like his father, Pietro had a bastard heritage of lycanthropy, and with his new skills, he had also gained extreme confidence.

"What, you gonna tell me you're scared of some little wolves?" He sneered, his fangs protruding from his smile. Wanda huffed angrily, her cheeks slightly red. "Don't be silly, Wanda. You're a witch. Nobody's is crazy enough to mess with you."

He tries to pat her on the shoulder, but Wanda pushes a finger against his chest. "I'm not afraid of any wolves, you selfish idiot! Mom says the store is our responsibility. And you're sneaking off to do who knows what! I don't want to spend all night looking after this place on my own. Apart from the season, it's Halloween, and kids go apeshit and-"

"Jesus, Wanda, I'll make it up to you!" He cuts in, already pulling away and ignoring the other girl's protests. "I've got to go, I'm taking Crystal to the movies, then we'll settle up!

"Pietro!" But the call was ignored and the store door was slammed in her face.

Wanda huffed to herself. She could survive a Halloween night, but her brother would owe her a lot if he didn't want to be snitched on. She returned to the counter, texting him another dozen curses before texting to her mother that everything was under control.

And lucky for her, that's how the evening actually went.

Most of the few customers who showed up were locals, a few sorcerers in need of ingredients, and even a traveling vampire who needed to replenish some reserves for a long trip. Some children also asked for candy, and tired of getting up so often, Wanda decided to leave the jars outside.

It was almost at the end of her shift, when she was ready to close the shop, that a delicious smell wafted into the room. Wanda, who was distracted by the holiday lessons that the institute where she studied always offered when there were short vacations or not, was snapped out of her concentration by the fascinating smell. She looked up just as a figure stumbled into the store, covered by a school uniform hood.

She didn't need you to remove the cap to recognize you, and yet, when your face became visible, Wanda felt her heart unlearn how to beat properly.

"Good evening?" You looked between the shelves, approaching the cashier, only to hesitate as soon as you saw Wanda. "Oh, h-hi. Uh, is Madame Maximoff around?"

You looked uneasy, adjusting your hair and fiddling with your fingers. Your flushed face must have been due to the walk from the Institute to the store.

Wanda shook her head as she replied: "She had some orders to place. How can I help you?"

The color of your face deepened, and you couldn't look her in the eye for more than two seconds. "Hmm, I kind of need... suppressants." And it was the turn of Wanda's face to heat up. You continued talking anxiously. "I thought I still had some, but my reservation ran out, and since I'm in the dorm, I wouldn't want to... well, would you have any left? I know it's very short notice but I really need it."

Wanda nodded quickly, equally at a loss for words. You see, if you were any other of her werewolf colleagues, the situation might even be comical. She wasn't like Pietro and didn't make friends very easily, but she shared the same taunting nature. One horny wolf in the store and Wanda would have jokes for the rest of the year. But it was you, her longtime secret crush, emanating a very pleasant scent and in need of something so intimate that Wanda could barely control her own thoughts about what other ways she could help you if there were no other suppressors in the store.

"My mom usually sells everything before the season starts, but I can look in the warehouse to see if we have any leftovers. I'll be right back." She says, smiling softly at your anxious figure.

Wanda has never seen you in heat before; the mating seasons for new wolves begin at the end of puberty, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, and the vast majority of her werewolf classmates at the Institute return to their packs at this time of year, already matched with their partners in the traditions of the lycanthrope. Wanda only knows about the rituals from her father's family, because each clan, from the Vampires to the witches, is very private about it all. Witches like her mother, who specialize in all kinds of products, are the exceptions.

Wanda tries the storeroom next to the counter, but after a few boxes, she snorts in frustration. Her mother really did sell everything, and she almost reprimanded you for not planning properly. For older, mismatched wolves, being without suppressors could be really dangerous. For you, a new werewolf, it would only be quite painful. It was easier for her to feel sorry.

And while she tried the last few shelves at the back of the storeroom, you grew even more restless outside. Wanda had no idea how intoxicating the essence of a witch, especially a witch one cared about, was. If you hadn't been so desperate, you would have given up going into the store as soon as you could smell her from around the corner, but then again, your brain wasn't working very rationally right now.

And there was also a scarf on the counter, Wanda's most characteristic item since she had received it as a gift so many years ago. Many of the times you've noticed her, she's worn the item around her neck and it made sense that her scent was so strong in the room, even though she was upstairs.

Your limbs moved by instinct, you didn't have to think much, just let yourself be guided by the urge to exhale that distinctive smell more deeply.

Your face was pressed against the scarf when Wanda reappeared, and her confused giggle made you jump away mortified.

"Are you all right there?" She ventured, receiving a very quick and embarrassed nod. Wanda chuckled again in amazement, and without caring much about your current condition, she approached. "I looked upstairs, but my mother sold everything, sorry. There's something else you might like to try, maybe a calming potion so you can sleep while... well, this happens to you."

You quickly agree, still embarrassed at being caught. Wanda doesn't mind, if anything, she always found it very entertaining how different you were from the other werewolves she knew; loud and confident to the point of being idiotic. Pietro was a prime example. And if it wasn't for your distinctive stature, she could easily have assumed from your shy and careful personality that you were just an ordinary human, perhaps a mermaid from the way you seemed to bewitch Wanda's attention all to yourself.

"I'm sorry." You mutter suddenly, while she is searching for a sleeping potion on the shelf under the counter. Wanda turns her face up in confusion, but you're looking away. "From the scarf, I know it's... weird. But my body seems to be acting on its own. Just forget about it when we get back to school, okay? I'll be normal when it's over."

"Don't worry, I don't mind." She assured meekly, before finally finding some bottles that could help you and taking them back to the counter. She bit her lip at the way you were panting, and the way your trembling fingers pulled some notes and coins out of your pocket. "You can take these two vials today, and this one in the morning if you're still..."

"Horny'?" You joke, and take Wanda by surprise, but she manages to return the short laugh. Your hands push out the money and she turns away to pack the vials into a small bag. "So, one now and two tomorrow."

Wanda quickly denies it. "No, darling, two now and one tomorrow. Are you... are you sure you're all right? You're sweating-"

"Just give me a minute." You interrupt her with a gasp, the sudden wave of heat catching you completely off guard. The room starts to spin, and for a whole moment, all you can feel is your own arousal and the way you want to touch the witch in front of you. Your body gives way, and your hands force down on the counter, disastrously strong enough for the wood to crack. Wanda jumps in fright, worried, but you grunt quietly. "Shit, I'm really sorry-"

She hurries around the counter, and her soft hands make you jump away. "Hey, it's okay, I just want to help you stand up."

But you gasp in despair, wrenching your body away from her. "Don't touch me, Wanda, for God's sake." You grunt, and if you hadn't sounded so affected, Wanda would have taken offense. Instead, she stands ready to catch you if you lose your balance again, and that's exactly what happens. This time, your weight falls forward, and Wanda's body serves as a barrage.

Your wolfish weight is almost too much for her, and it doesn't help that your face is buried against her collarbone, and your arms embrace her clumsily. "Hm, so soft." She hears you sigh, as she struggles to drag you over to the reading area of the store's bookshelves, where there's a sofa to put you on. When you fall into the cushions, you look up with dreamy eyes and an easy smile playing on your lips. Wanda gasps softly from exhaustion.

"Wait here a moment, okay? You feel like you're burning up with a fever. I'll get you some water." She explains, but it doesn't seem like you're listening very much, disconcerting her with the way you're looking at you so discourteously, your pupils dilating. Wanda adjusts a strand of hair, self-conscious under your gaze. "I'll be right back."

She practically runs out of there, and alone, realizing her own hands are trembling as she remembers the sensation of having your body against hers. She shakes her head to push the thought away, you were clearly in a vulnerable moment right now, and Wanda doesn't think she'll survive the shame of being rejected once the heat wears off.

When Wanda returns with the water, she almost drops the glass on the floor. You haven't moved, but you've changed position, limp against the sofa, evidently rubbing yourself down the item as you whimper.

"Oh, detka, let me help you." Wanda abandons the glass on a shelf, and rushes to your side, kneeling beside the sofa. You gasp in embarrassment, trying to escape her gaze, but Wanda's hands grab your warm face. "Let's go upstairs. I'll make it better." She whispers the invitation, but the thought alone is enough for you to grunt in affection and pull her face towards you.

It's a hungry kiss, and the position doesn't help. Wanda has to grab your shoulders to keep from falling to the floor and ends up breaking into a giggle when a moment later it's you who's throwing yourself at her, desperately kissing her as if she's going to disappear.

The lightness disappears quickly. She feels very hot and bothered, especially when your tongue slips into hers as if you already knew exactly how to kiss her, and your hands touch her entire body with determination. Her plea for you to slow down turns into a moan when your knee pushes between her legs.

It's almost primitive the way you seem willing to have her right there on the floor, angrily trying to pull her clothes off while your moans mingle. Wanda's face burns and she struggles to match the kiss, losing that battle all too easily when your palms begin to stimulate her nipples.

She can feel the wetness begin to bother her through the fabric of her panties, and perhaps, you can smell it too, because you grow more impatient, and begin to murmur disconnected compliments into her skin, your hands reaching down to unzip her pants. Wanda chokes between moans, practically whimpering when your fingers find her so ready.

You enter her, all at once, without a second thought. You suck on her tongue as she squeezes your fingerprints and soaks your hand. It's dirty and rough, and Wanda couldn't hold back even if she tried. Yet the store door opens, and she has to bite down hard on your shoulder to muffle her own noises.

Whoever the customer is, asking if there's anyone there or if the store is open, Wanda makes sure they don't see her. Her eyes are scarlet, and it's never been harder to do a concealment spell than it is now, with your fingers thrusting inside her as if the world around you hardly mattered. Finally, the customer leaves and her magic plays its part in locking the door before Wanda digs her nails into your back and comes against your fingers.

It's not enough - Nothing seems to be. You continue your movements inside her until Wanda is spasming again, begging for a pause. Your hungry mouth finds its way into her most intimate place then, just to tear more pleasure out of her. She loses count of how many times she comes, on your fingers and tongue, until the whole store smells of sex.

Fuck, she has to move you before Pietro comes back.

It's only when you let her breathe, retreating like a wounded wolf, that Wanda notices the puddle of moisture on your pants. You came at the mere act of watching and touching her.

"Hey, are you okay, sweetheart?" She coos gently, propping herself up on one elbow now that you're lying on your back, one arm over your face. Your clothes are as torn as theirs, but there are many more marks on her body than on yours.

You sniffle quietly, and Wanda looks at you with concern. "Why didn't you stop me?" you ask upset, and Wanda stares in shock for a moment. Then, swallowing dryly, she works up the courage:

"You didn't want this?"

But your reaction is to laugh incredulously. "Of course, I wanted it, Wanda! But I'm talking about you. Why didn't you stop me? You're a witch, you could have knocked me down, look at you! You're all purple, and I... God, I can't believe I... hurt you."

She climbs into your lap before you can despair, ignoring your soft protest and grabbing your crying face. "I haven't stopped you because I've wanted you to since we met." She assures you determinedly, caressing your cheeks. "I'm in love with you, you idiot."

Sniffling softly, you raise hopeful eyes. "Really?"

Wanda smiles, her weight against your chest. "Really." She assures you. "And don't worry about the marks, I... like it rough."

You groan in embarrassment, looking away and amusing her. There's a moment's pause, and then finally: "I like you too."

Wanda bites back a smile. "I got that impression, you know? When you were all whiny on me."

Your laugh is sincere and shy, and Wanda kisses you as your hands grip her thighs. But before she can deepen it the way she'd like, you break again.

"Thanks for helping with the heat... but I'll take you on a date after this. I promise."

She pulls on your bottom lip with a provocative bite. "I'll charge." She assures you in a naughty whisper, and you sigh contentedly as she presses your hips together. Smooth movements, and you're already seeing stars again.

Your breathing becomes shorter, and Wanda traces her fingers along your jaw, while her other hand moves down. "I bet you're all warm and tight."

You sigh, closing your eyes and nodding in agreement. Wanda kisses you leisurely, also taking time to slide her fingers into your pants and assess the effects of everything so far. She's not surprised by the immense wetness, but the sensation of sinking into you is overwhelming. She can feel ready for another when she starts to stimulate you and watches you squirm beneath her.

"So good... don't stop..." You moan helplessly, and the grip on her thighs is almost strong enough to hurt. Wanda makes a mental note of how to make you lose control of your strength, before curling her fingers inside you and being rewarded with the sweetest sounds in the world. "W-Wanda!"

She decides she likes it very, very much when you whimper her name like that. She continues her motions a few more times until you come hard on her fingers. Wanda thrusts a few times, before removing them and bringing them to her mouth, sucking them clean while you try to catch a breath.

Your murmurs are labored, and Wanda kisses your cheek a few times. "Come on upstairs, sweet baby, I'll take care of you." She tries to get up, but your hands steady her on your lap.

It's almost ridiculous how easily you lift the two of you, and Wanda has to hold onto your shoulders, chuckling softly at your uncertain stumbles on the way upstairs.

She'll have time to look after the store when you fall asleep. Right now, she's more focused on kissing you again.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff oneshots #kinktober 2023 #wanda maximoff smut #marvel imagines

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anomaly-hivemind · 1 month ago

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Forever and Always, My Dear ☆ Overhaul x Reader | Kinktober Day 4

Summary: All these men out here are just for the streets, they can't stay loyal and only want one thing. But you're not like that... right Chisaki?

Word Count: 3419

Tags: dark themes, kidnap, they match each other's freak, femcel, yandere? gaslighting, oral (male receiving), hand jobs, toxic couple, childhood best friends, blackmailing?, bondage, depictions of violence?, love bites, rough sex,?, vaginal penetration, penis in vagina sex, creampie Noncon but just for pretenzies ;), CNC, drugging, praise, degradation, praise, reader is delusion, manipulation, knife play (in a way) choking, non-quirk au, verbal abuse, physical abuse,

Y/N clasped her hands together happily as she looked at the completed meal. You quickly wrapped up the food and then covered it with tops so Kai wouldn’t be grossed out.

Kai Chisaki was your best friend and had been for many years so you were quite familiar with his quirks. Such as his extreme germaphobia. You were clean but you were shocked to see that he broke out in hives. So over the years, you had upped your cleaning game and now Kai trusted you to have cleanliness up to his standards.

Today was finally the day, or night you supposed, that you was going to see you best friend. Friendship was such a beautiful thing, friends were always there when you needed them and right now you really needed a friend.

You heard a knock on the door and opened it up, happy to see the man standing in the doorway.

“Hey Kai, good to see you,” You lead him, closing and locking the door.

“Yeah,” He replied, coming in and gravitating to the Clorox wipes. He wiped down a chair and the table where he would be sitting.

“You know I’m so glad you could make it. I mean you don’t know how much I need this,” you said bringing the food over.

“Yeah, Yeah whatever.” He said waving you off. You handed him wrapped utensils and the food you prepared separately at his request.

He unwrapped the food and carefully inspected it before taking a bite.

“So… what do you think?” You asked, standing there nervously as he ate.

“It’s good,” He said, taking another bite with the straight face he always has.

You smiled, “I’m so glad you think so, the last guy I was dating said that my cooking was shit and I would shame my future husband. I mean to talk about delusional, my cooking is amazing and it’s men nowadays who are going to shame their future wives. No steady job, no house, they can barely provide for themselves and wanna walk about the fact that I can’t “hold down the fort for them.” You ranted, completely ignoring whatever reaction Overhaul may be having to your speech.

“And then on top of that all they do is lie and cheat, I mean men, no males are just the worst, they’re all low value. I mean you agree with me right Kai, males these days have no ambition.”You said looking at him for the first time since you began yammering on.

“Um… yeah sure,” he said, looking at you with a deadpan face.

“Yeah, you’re not like that at all, you're one of the good ones, Kai” You smiled, sitting down and resting your head on your hands.

“Are you gonna eat?” Overhaul said, raising an eyebrow.

“Not right now, I just wanna watch you eat.” You said, and you waited and waited, until finally. Overhaul clenched his forehead and his fork clattered to the ground.

“You- bitch… what the hell did you do,” Overhaul choked out.

“Kai, you’re the best man around I know. I can’t in good conscience let you get away, we have to be together forever and always, my dear.”

As Kai collapsed you came around and caught his body.

………………………………

Kai awoke to you looking right at him. He looked around where he was and he seemed to be tied to a bed with his hands chained up.

“You crazy bitch, where the hell did you get cuffs like this?” he pulled against the chains.

“I have my sources, I brought you some food,” You said, offering a wrapped plate.

“No thanks, I'd rather not have you use me while I'm drugged up and unconscious,” He said, giving you a slight glare.

“Ok, it wasn’t drugged but I get the message, you wanna be fully coherent for our first time. Oh, Kai, you’re so sweet; to think that we’ve been friends for so long and now our romance is blossoming.” You said with a dreamy expression on your face.

Crawling towards him you caressed his face gently. “You’re so lovely Kai,” You said as you pressed a kiss to his lips. He resisted your touches and you pulled away, sighing.

“Come on Kai, don’t be that way. If you don’t entertain me, then I'm gonna have to kill you.” looking at you Overhaul could tell you were serious, you were a bit crazy after all; god knows the mess y'all got into in high school.

Going in for another kiss you were glad when Kai kissed back, his lips melding against yours. They were warm and soft, and kissing him made you crave more. As you climbed into his lap you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He bit it and you yelped, jumping back a bit.

“Dammit kai!” you yank him forward by the hair causing him to hiss out in discomfort before you took out a knife and pressed it to his neck. “I know you don’t wanna die so I’m sure that was an accident right?” You asked as you pressed the blade to his skin again.

“Yeah, an accident,” He agreed slowly.

“Of course, that’s what I figured, what man would try to harm the woman he loves, A pretty awful man but you’re not like that~” Going back to making out, you savored your bite-free kiss, and your lips began to travel, from his jaw to his neck, down his chest and so forth, litterings lovebites as you went.

“As much as I want to savor the moment, I can hardly wait any longer.” You giggled as you slipped down Overhaul’s pants, and underwear. You gently took his cock and wrapped one hand around the base before you began jacking off the other. You took some of his precum and spread it over the tip and down his shaft for lubricant before beginning to stoke again. Alternating your grip and twisting your hand for maximum pleasure you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his tip.

“Kai if you’re a good boy and promise not to cum until I say so then I’ll reward you okay,” It wasn’t really a question to answer and you didn’t care what he said or if he even attempted to answer you as you went right back to stroking and kissing up and down his dick.

“You have such a pretty cock, Kai,” You said, sucking gently on the side of his shaft and tickling his balls. You enjoyed the taste of him and you wanted more. You gave a quick suck to his balls before licking a stripe up his cock and wrapping your lips around his tip. You slowly inched your way down his length, the salty taste of precum on your tongue. You were about three-quarters down when you decided to pull away. As you bobbed your head slurping down on his length you took and stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

You moaned as you continued to tease him with your mouth. To think that you had him in your mouth right now, and he tasted so good. You could hardly believe it if it wasn't for the fact that his tip kept hitting the back of your throat. You were sure that was gonna leave a bruise later. You just wished you could trust him enough to uncuff him. To have his hands all over your body and groping you. His meticulous fingers playing with your nipples, You bet he would roll him around between his fingers and pinch them so roughly you’d think they’d fall off. You get thrown out of your fantasy when he uses his knee to push you away.

If that was the game he wanted to play you would gladly teach him a lesson. You yank his leg forward, causing him to slide back on the bed. His arms were above his head due to the chains and he tried to pull himself up with a groan. You dig your nails into his skin as you give him a pout.

“That wasn't very nice, I want an apology,” You tighten your grip on his leg and he tries to pull away.

“…let me go, you’re a fucking psycho,” He said in a pant, his voice loud but shaky. You didn't like his tone and had half a mind to grab the knife again. But your mouth had other ideas.

“That's not a sorry and you know it. If you wanted me to be more rough with you. All you had to do was ask” A wide smile grows on your face and you lean down to give him a nice sharp bit to his perfect skin.

You clenched him harder when he winced and tried to move away again. None of this would do, you thought to yourself. You had sunk your teeth into him causing a deep mark to have formed when you pulled away and licked the spit off your lips. A few more of these should get him in order, even if only for a little bit.

“Get off me you fucking slut! Untie me and let me leave. I don't like you, you bitch.” Kai hissed and yelled and pulled wildly on his restraints while kicking at you. You let out a sigh and shake your head. You move forward and harshly grab his

You slap him, mostly harder than intended based off the look on his face, and grip his chin.

"I don't like hurting you like this, but you need to behave." His cheek was red and tears had formed in his eyes, but you knew it worked based on the fact that he was quiet and no longer struggling at the moment so you gave him a soft kiss.

“If you keep acting up I’m gonna have to punish you for real next time, and I don’t wanna do that, because I love you after all,”

You turned your attention back to Kai. You decided to go back and suck on him again. You wanted to taste his cum and he was less than deserving of the pleasure you instilled in him and it was far to find a punishment.

You take him fully in your mouth, he lets out a moan as he forces himself to stay still. But you knew you were making him feel good no matter how quiet he tried to be. You could feel him throb in your mouth as you hallowed out your gums.

You were pulled out of your head and pulled yourself off of his head as well as he thrusted up into your mouth so hard you began to choke. You coughed and patted on your chest as you tried to gather yourself and catch your breath.

“Dammit Kai, I’ve had enough of this!” You yelled as you wrapped your hands around his neck, he rolled around and began kicking and kneeing you in the back but you didn’t let go until he slipped on the bed. His breathing was slowing down and you see him close his eyes. You guess that his stress had become too much for him and he had passed out.

You poke his check slightly and he doesn't respond. “Sweet dreams kai, maybe we can try again later,”

………………………..

You came back into the room and found Kai still peacefully sleeping. He looked so sweet and non-threatening like this, but the position he was in did look a bit uncomfortable, maybe you could just uncuff him for a little while and move the cuffs in a way that he could lay down.

You uncuffed one of his hands and slowly lowered him. Suddenly his eyes flashed open and he flipped you over and began choking you.

Air quickly escaped your lungs and barely entered. You kicked your legs and tried to claw his hands away from your neck but to no avail

“L-let go of--me,” You struggled to utter the words, and as you looked up into the furious eyes of your childhood friend and all you could think of is… damn, he’s so sexy~

“Dammit you demented whore, why do you have that expression on your face?” Overhaul hissed as he stared at you down.

A shaky smile came to your face. “Because I love you, Kai,” You wrapped your legs around his waist and in a quickly rough motion brought him down flat against your body, loosening his hold on you. You used the momentum, but you still had to flip so you were on top.

“I don’t understand why you’re so cruel to me when I love you so dearly. You’re not supposed to be like the others! I don’t understand why all men are like this!” You said almost on the verge of tears. You almost whore you could see his expression of fury falter. You wrapped your legs around his neck until he fell conscious, he couldn’t try to harm you again, you would make sure of it.

You get up go into the closet and grab a new set of chains. You set them up on the bed and pull him down the bed, tying his legs up, they were nice and spread out and secure, he wouldn't be moving anytime soon. Moving up to his arms down with the now loosened chain and tightening the cuff Kai’s body was fully laid out on the bed.

You lick your lips as you look at his unconscious body, and you look him up and down in his new state. You get up and sit on top of him, taking off any remaining clothes you had and tossing them onto the floor.

You rub yourself against his cock, your slick providing good friction. You let out a sigh as you feel him get rock under your cunt. You grip it in your hand when you think you are wet enough to take him, sliding him into yourself, feeling him spread your walls wider causing you to let out a pleased huff.

When Kai came to (again) he was completely chained up, arms and legs, If they were any tighter then his body might be slightly suspended in the air. And of course, there was you riding him to high heaven. Your pussy was gushing and squeezing around him and his dick was hitting all the right places,

“Morning sleepyhead you were out so much longer than I thought you would be, but luckily I knew exactly how to wake you up,” Kai looked up at you with a perplexed expression.

“What the fuck are you doing, you filthy fucking Bitch, I’ll kill you!” Kai almost screamed at you, as he listed off a few other things he was going to do when he got out of the chains, that was if he was going to get out or even if he would want to get out by the time you were done with him.

You ignored what he was saying and leaned down to him. Bracing yourself on his shoulder you were so close that the tips of your noses were touching. You rolled your hips into him and he hissed.

“Look Kai, I know you like this, and I know you like me. If you didn’t like me then you wouldn’t have come over, if you didn’t like me then you wouldn’t eat my food, and if you didn’t like me you easily could’ve pushed me off you earlier but you didn’t.” You pressed a kiss to his lips and pressed your hands on his chest to lift yourself slightly off of him.

“You're delusional!” As your ass slapped against Overhaul's thighs you rubbed your hands over Chisaki’s chest, it was so warm and strong. Lewd squelches and plaps bounced off the walls, he felt so good inside of you that you just couldn’t keep in your moans.

You bounce up and down on his shaft. He was gripping on the cuff tightly as he glared up at you. Every thrust contributed to the creamy white ring forming at the base of Chisaki’s cock. He closed his eyes as you rode him, your pussy spasmed and clenched as you came.

“A-augh~ kai you feel so good`’ you cried out.

“Shut the hell up- shit,” he spat at you, all thought his tone was shaky and didn’t hold as much of a bite as his other insults and comments. You had to take a breath for a moment, halting your movement.

“Kai I know this feels good just let yourself enjoy this,” You started back up again grinding your his. It was like a slip and slide with how slick you were down there. He shook his head, but his flushed face was telling you something else. You wiggled your hips and tucked your legs closer to his thighs; his skin was so warm against you.

“Get Oo-Ha fuck…” Chisaki tried to protest but his words turned into a moan as your walls clenched against his cock. You could imagine that if his hands were tied he would be pulling into your hips and fucking into you and the thought was what makes you feel like you're going to have an orgasm on the spot but you hold strong, wanting the intimate moment of being able to cum together.

You were riding him at a slow pace just to savor the moment, you could feel him throbbing inside you. You were in a daze, and your body was shaking, you both were getting close. You could tell from the way that his hips involuntarily bucked up into yours. Along with your own thrusts the fat head of his cock was pressing against the sweet spot of your cervix so wonderfully, you could barely keep it together.

“Kai please cum inside me~” You whined, quickening your pace. You bit your lip trying to stave off your orgasm. But with the way he was fucking into your pussy you could feel your control quickly slipping away.

“Oh Kai, you feel so good, and you’re so sexy… I love you, I love you, I love you… please come inside me… you have to make me feel good because we love each other…” You panted. Overhaul growled as his hips rutted up into yours harder.

“Shut up- ah- fucking… slut-” As warm ropes of cum filled your cunt you could feel yourself spasming around him. Amorus bliss filled your body and you cried out from the pleasure. Your chest heaved and you collapsed beside Chisaki on the bed, Your sweat made the sheets cling to your skin; combined with Chisaki’s seed that was spilling out onto the sheets it was time for a shower and time to change the sheets.

You pressed a kiss to Chisaki’s lips which he readily accepted before you rolled over to get the key for the cuffs out of the drawer.

After he was free Overhaul rubbed his wrists with his hands, there were slight red marks decorating his pale wrists.

“Were they too tight?” You asked as you got up. He shook his head.

“No, now let's go shower before I break out in hives.”

………………………..

As the both of you lay beside each other you looked over and smiled. You rested your head on Kai’s head before you decided to speak.

“Are you doing alright?” you had said while tracing his skin.

“I mean you kinda choked me a bit more than expected but nothing I didn’t like or couldn’t handle.” You nod at his comment and place a kiss on his skin wanting to soothe him.

“Yeah, and when you were degrading me it was crazy hot, I had shivers going down my spine. My acting was pretty good right?” You asked eagerly, as you snuggled deeper into his arms. He only hummed and nodded in response.

“Kai I know that was a scenario but you don’t actually hate me right?” You said looking over to him with a pouty look.

“No, i don’t hate you”

“But I wanna hear you say that you love me, forever and ever and always and always, come on Kai say I’ll love you forever and always, my dear,” You said trying your best to imitate him as you sat up on your elbows. Overhaul groaned as he shoved your head back into the pillows.

“I’m not saying all that shit dumbass,” he said looking away. You gave Him a pout and he sighed and rolled his eyes. “Of course, I love you, dumbass,”

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reidbae · 1 year ago

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DAY 30: Scream — costumes w/dom!spencer reid & dom!aaron hotchner

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

PART 2

summary: After vaguely mentioning your attraction to the Scream character, Ghostface, your two boyfriends decide to dress as him for Halloween. And, needless to say, they aren't afraid to make you scream.

pairing: dom!spencer reid and dom!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: use of pet names for reader (princess, honey, angel, baby, love, doll [sry i went crazy]), reader is fairly shy, spencer is more soft!dom and hotch is more rough/hard!dom, obv use of masks and veryyy heavily implied mask kink, loads of degradation and a lot of praise, hair pulling, blowjob, vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (pls do not do this <3), choking, teasing, small implication of hotch being a little older than reader, lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 3.5k

a/n: this took me so long PLSSS and i'm not even that crazy about it, but i think i will be posting the second part of this for halloween tmr so i hope that will be better <3 i hope y'all enjoy and have a good halloween tmr/had a good halloweekend!

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch @boimlers-gonna-boim

You were walking through the doors of the the bullpen of the BAU, large bags of candy in your hand as you waved hello to various coworkers of yours.

The BAU, thanks to Derek Morgan, was having a Halloween party to celebrate the spooky holiday. Work had ended a few hours ago at this point, so everyone had finished most of their case files and papers of the like.

To your surprise, a lot of your coworkers were here, and a lot of them were dressed up. It was surprising to see, considering that it was a Tuesday, but it wasn’t an issue, really. As for yourself, you were dressed up as a princess this year.

Well, kind of.

You didn’t feel like going out to get a Halloween costume, so you decided to wear a dress and heels, some jewelry, and call it a day.

“Hey, Y/N. Cute fit,” Derek teased you the second you reached your desk, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. You smiled, rolling your eyes at him.

You pulled back to look him up and down, observing his simple attire, that looked very similar to the henley and jeans combo that he wore on a daily basis. “Thanks, Derek. And what are you supposed to be?” you smiled..

“I’m me, obviously. Can’t get much better than that,” Derek chuckled, taking a sip from the glass that he was holding. You shook your head, giggling.

“Of course,” you said. “Um, where’s Hotch? A- And Spencer?” you then asked Derek, curious as to why you had yet to see the two of them.

It had been common knowledge among your team that you, Aaron, and Spencer all had something going on, but none of you had ever specified what that was.

It would be a simple answer, but you never felt the need to explain your business nonetheless. Aaron and Spencer were both your boyfriends, and while not romantically involved with each other, they were incredibly enamored with you.

So when you noticed neither of them were there, you felt not only concerned, but also suspicious.

“They just went up to Hotch’s office, I think,” Derek said, shrugging his shoulders.

You nodded, setting the bags of candy that you had down on your desk before saying, “Thanks, Derek.”

The blinds in Aaron’s office were shut as you approached it, causing you to raise even more of an eyebrow.

What the hell were the two of them up to?

Throughout the week hat Derek had been raving about this party, Aaron and Spencer had refused to tell you who they were dressing up as, or if they were even dressed up at all. You figured the two men would want to confide in you about their costume choices, but apparently, your help wasn't required.

Which only made you more sure that the two of them had something up their sleeve.

You knocked on the office door and put your ear to it, wondering if you could hear the two of them talking. You found that you could, but all of their dialogue was inaudible. Sighing, you decided to just open the door, let yourself in, and see what they were up to.

You turned the knob and pushed open the door. The view you were met with was one of Aaron and Spencer stood next to Aaron’s desk. Aaron had his arms crossed, and there looked to be a mask of some sort in his hand.

And from what you could see, Spencer was holding the very same mask.

The two men’s eyes met yours when you walked inside of the room, and their appearances sent a quick rush of butterflies to your abdomen.

Spencer was in a white button-up, black vest and tie, along with black slacks and belt. Aaron was wearing the same attire, except he was only wearing a collared shirt, slacks, and belt. While you were unable to tell who the two of them were supposed to be just yet, you grew nervous nonetheless.

They had to be doing this on purpose.

“Hey, princess,” Spencer smiled at you, taking a second to look you up and down and turn his body to face you. “You look amazing in that dress.”

You smiled shyly over at Spencer, a cheesy smile across your face. “Thank you. Um, so—What are you guys supposed to be? You—You never told me,” you didn't fail to remind them, crossing your arms.

“Oh, well…” Spencer 's voice trailed off, gazing over at Aaron and beckoning for him to say something.

Aaron cleared his throat and held up the mask he was holding so you could get a better view of what it was, smiling. “We’re not really resembling the original, but this is what we came up with.”

Aaron was showing you a mask that made your heart flutter; It was a Ghostface mask, the mask of a killer from a franchise of horror movies that you thoroughly enjoyed.

A killed that, despite your role as an FBI profiler, found very attractive.

You remembered vaguely saying a word or two about the masked man when the three of you sat down to watch Halloween movies a week or so ago. You made a brief, dismissible joke about the killer being attractive, and how you wouldn’t be afraid of getting injured if either Aaron or Spencer was wearing the mask.

Needless to say, though that wasn’t really true. Your pulse was going like crazy, and it was no doubt because of the nervousness that you were feeling.

You seemed to short circuit as you stood there, your eyes widening in response to the two men's choice of attire. Finally, when you didn’t speak up, Spencer smirked at you and asked, “Something wrong, love?”

You shook your head a little too quickly, looking down at the floor. “No, n- no!” you defended, giving a heavy sigh. “Nothing’s wrong. Um—You guys look—Really good," you barely managed to get out.

“Do you want to see them on?” Aaron asked as he smirked at you, holding his mask up as he spoke in reference to it.

If your pulse was high before, it was through the roof now.

“Um, su- sure?” you said a little anxiously, finding yourself annoyed at the fact that all words were failing you all because of a mask.

But, God, you couldn’t help it.

The two men gave each other a knowing smirk, one that you couldn't miss, before putting the masks on their faces and securing them in place. They both turned to look at you, waiting for some sort of answer from you.

But, unlike they were probably expecting, your response was physical, not verbal.

You were damn near weak in the knees at the view before you, your face, neck, and ears all growing warmer by the second. They could probably assume your look was one of unease, if it weren’t for the fact that they knew you, and they knew what you were feeling.

“Wow, you look—Good. Um, great, even,” you stuttered out, rubbing the back of your neck in a nervous manner. Before you could even think it through, your next words were gushing from your lips. “I’m going back to the party now,” you said in a muddled rush.

You were squealing as you walked out of the room, blushing as you replayed the scene of your two masked boyfriends in your head. You could hear Aaron and Spencer laughing as you left the room in a hurry.

You knew they liked to tease you, but, damn, really? You didn't think they would do this, of all the things.

They just didn’t have a care in the world about making you feel this way.

And if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you’d be a mess by the end of this party.

—

You were sitting in an abandoned office in the BAU, doing your best to relax and calm yourself down with the way the last hour had just enfolded.

Your boyfriends were dicks. Assholes. Whatever you wanted to call them, that's just what they were,

They’d been walking around the place for the last hour like they owned it, knowing just what they were doing to you as they did.

You both hated and loved how grand of an effect such a simple action, such a simple costume could have on you, all because it was them who were doing it, and them who were wearing it.

You ran your hands through your hair as you stood in the room, trying to slow down the pace of your breath.

And trying to ignore the needy feeling between your legs.

Just then, as if on cue, a knock sounded at the door, causing you to jump out of your own head to pay attention to it.

And, of course, who could it be but the two men on your mind?

“Y/N, honey? Are you in here?” a calm male voice called out for you, opening the door to the office you were in.

Spencer, whose mask was perched above his head, walking in, Aaron behind him. Your eyes flickered between the two of them for a second, before you spoke.

“Hi,” you said shyly, crossing your arms the same exact way that you had earlier on in the evening. “What’s up?” you asked, attempting to make your voice sound as casual as possible

“You kind of ran off there, princess. We got worried,” said Spencer, a sly smile over his face as the two of them approached you. “Everything okay?” he asked, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

You looked down as he did so, feeling your cheeks flare up with heat. “No, yeah, I’m—Okay. You guys can go back to the party,” you muttered to them, avoiding their eyes.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriends throw that same knowing smirk at each other, the same look they'd given each other earlier, before Aaron spoke up. “Alright, stop with the shyness and spit it out, honey. What’s on your mind?”

You looked up at him, and then quickly looked away as you again saw his mask, which was in the same place as Spencer’s was. “Nothing. I told you guys, it’s nothing,” you said to them again, sighing.

Spencer walked up to you, his tall appearance causing a lump to form in your larynx. “Well, obviously, something's the matter, princess,” Spencer cooed, bringing his thumb to rest under your chin. Deciding to get to the root of the issue, Spencer asked, “Is it the masks, honey?”

That was when your nervous gaze finally met Spencer’s eyes, and you nodded, feeling like a little girl being forced to admit to misbehaving.

That’s sure as hell what it felt like.

Spencer smiled down at you, and looked back once at Aaron before asking, “You like them, huh?” his tone somehow caring yet coy all at once.

Again, you nodded.

“We figured you would,” smirked Aaron from behind Spencer, moving closer to you himself. “That was why we got them, really," Aaron shrugged.

“Yeah,” Spencer laughed in response, grinning at the two of you. Spencer’s eyes then softened as he looked down at you as he noiced the shyness of your demeanor. “We’re glad that worked.”

You gave a small, nervous giggle, too, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen now.

No doubt, whatever it was, it wouldn’t be able to leave this room.

“Well, uh, we’ll be happy to put them back on for you, princess,” Spencer smiled at you, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. “Is that something you’d like?”

Your words fell quickly from your lips as soon as the query was spoken. “Y- Yes, please,” you eagerly said to the two of them, suddenly finding a voice as soon as Spencer promised you that they’d put their masks back on.

You couldn’t dream of anything better.

“Mmhm. Just do us a favor, okay?” said Aaron lazily as he moved closer, running his fingers over your hips as Spencer backed up a little. Aaron then put his mask back on, looking down at you. "Don't scream."

Spencer followed through and put his mask back on as well, and your eyes widened at the view of your boyfriends, dressed as one of your all-time favorite horror roles. They were so, so close to you as they looked down at you.

It was a wonder you didn’t pass out on the spot.

Aaron backed you into the wall of the office as Spencer walked away to close and lock the door, leaning his arm on the wall next to you. Spencer joined the two of you seconds later, positioned next to Aaron.

You felt yourself grow weak in the knees as the two men hovered above you, closing your eyes as a fiery blush filled your cheeks. Aaron cupped your cheek, and if you could see his face, you’d be sure that he was smirking, gazing down at you as you shyly slid down the wall.

“Aw, what’s the matter, princess? What’re you so nervous for?” Aaron chuckled in a jeering tone, holding your face in a soothing manner as he smoothed his thumb under your cheek.

“Give her a break. She’s just shy,” said Spencer in response. Spencer reached his hands out to grip your hips, chuckling. “Aren’t you, honey?”

“You guys are such teases,” you murmured more to yourself than them, earning chuckles from both of them.

“We just love to play with you, honey. You’re so easy to mess with,” said Aaron, like that fact was common knowledge. “How do we look?”

You looked up at him, like that fact was common knowledge. But, “G- Good,” was the only word stuttered you could get out of your mouth without your tongue slurring the words.

“Glad you think so,” smiled Spencer, running his hands over your body.

"But we'd look better with you between us," said Aaron in a sly tone, pulling you closer, so that you were flush against his front.

You couldn’t get a word out as Aaron picked you up from the ground, walking you to the couch that was in the room. He put you down on it, and, just like he’d said, put you onto all fours, so that you were bent over for the two of them to see.

Spencer had his arms crossed as Aaron ran his hand over your back, looking down at you. “Oh, look at you, honey. Fucking adorable,” Aaron groaned. He turned back to look at Spencer. “What do you think, Reid? What should we do with her?”

Spencer chuckled behind his mask and sat down in front of you on the couch, cupping your cheek with his hand. “I think our princess here needs some attention of her own. Wouldn’t you agree, angel?” Spencer cooed.

You were eager to nod, feeling your pulse quicken at Spencer’s teasing. “Y- Yes, please,” you whimpered.

Aaron obliged, moving himself behind you and grabbing your hips to keep himself steady. You could hear his belt unbuckling from behind, followed by the sound of it clattering to the ground.

Aaron lifted your dress up, and didn’t misuse even a second as he yanked down your underwear. The older man thumbed your thighs, and then your clit, causing you to let out a low mewl.

“Fuck, doll, you’re dripping. Eager, aren’t we?” Aaron laughed at you, rubbing your clit more, just to get you going.

You let out small whines and whimpers as Aaron touched you, and from what you could see, Spencer was hardening in his slacks from the sound of your moans alone.

That only made you want the two of them more.

“There you go, honey. Let me hear those pretty moans of yours,” Aaron encouraged you, moving his thumb at a quicker pace over your clit.

Spencer, eager to be engaged in some way, began to tease your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Your bra wasn’t doing all that much to stop him from doing so, and, it was then and there that you knew you were done for.

You looked back to see Aaron pulling his boxers down, revealing his aching cock, that was just as hard as Spencer’s was. He let out a low grunt as he moved his hand up and down on himself for a few seconds, readying himself for you.

Meanwhile, Spencer’s attention was fully on you, and he chuckled as he cupped your cheek again. His other hand fumbled with his belt, and he tilted his head at you, his mask being what was gazing back at you.

“You don’t mind me using that pretty mouth of yours, do you, princess?” Spencer cooed to you. You quickly shook your head.

“That’s a good girl,” Spencer whispered back to you, smoothing his thumb under your cheek.

You moaned as Aaron then suddenly, very suddenly, pushed himself inside of you from behind, slowly inching his cock inside of your cunt. Your hand almost immediately went to cover your mouth while Spencer yanked down his pants.

“Ready, angel?” Spencer cooed like nothing else was happening, like you weren’t getting fucked goddamn senseless by Aaron, even if it'd only been a couple seconds of sex thus far. Nevertheless, you nodded, and did just what Spencer asked of you.

Spencer’s size concerned you only a bit as you went down on the brunette genius, bobbing your head up and down on his dick as Aaron pounded into you from behind, and maybe you’d gag, or choke, or cough.

But it didn’t matter, just as long as you got to have them.

“Fuck, doll—You feel so fucking good,” Aaron muttered to you from behind, fucking you at a pace that should be considered illegal for how quick it was.

And how good it felt.

“Such a good girl,” Spencer whispered to you, petting and pulling your hair as a means of pulling you down more onto his dick. “You’re taking us so well, angel,” he cooed.

“Mmhm,” Aaron hummed in response. He moves both of his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbed you by it, pulling you closer to him, and thus pushing himself further into you. You let out a loud mewl in response.

Aaron covered your mouth, letting out a chuckle from behind you. “Didn’t we tell you not to scream, honey?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered with flushed cheeks, pulling back from Spencer for a moment to not only speak, but to also catch your breath. “I’m—Trying.”

“Try harder,” Aaron said roughly as you reattached your lips to Spencer’s cock. “We’re the only ones who get to hear how much of a whore you are," your boyfriend shamelessly degraded you.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you whined for more pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by the two men in front of you.

Or, well, behind you.

“Fuck, just like that, love,” Spencer groaned, not paying too much attention to what Aaron was saying. “You’re doing so good for me. So, so good," Spencer praised.

You moved your head up to get a better view of Spencer as you sucked him off. He looked so hot like this, as he did each time that you blew him.

That mask only magnified that fact.

“You should see how much of a slut you look like, honey,” Aaron chuckled. He ran his fingers through your hair and grabbed a handful of it, pulling your head down and guiding you as you sucked Spencer’s dick. “Fucking whore.”

Your cheeks were warm with arousal as your brain did the best it could to keep up with Aaron’s degradation, mixed in with Spencer’s praise.

Your eyes were rolling back into your head as the scene unfolded before you: Aaron pounding into you from behind, you gagging around Spencer’s cock, and you knew it was going to send you to the edge so fucking quick.

And just when you believed it couldn’t get any better, you were quickly proven wrong.

Aaron, like he’d done so many times before when the two of you were having sex, used a hand to grab a hold of your neck, and squeezed down with force. You found yourself coughing at the sudden, but arousing action, causing both Aaron and Spencer to chuckle.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Aaron chuckled, administering a small slap to your ass with his free hand. “You want it harder, doll?”

You did what you could to nod, and even pulled away from Spencer’s dick again just to get the words out. “Please, I—I want more, A- Aaron.”

“You’re going to have to beg me better than that,” Aaron said cruelly, beginning to slow his pace down as well. You whimpered in response, ready to give some bratty remark back to him.

But your body needed him too much.

“No, please—Please don’t stop. I’m—I’m begging you. Please,” you whined, feeling utterly helpless to him.

“Please, what, honey?” Aaron teased you anyways, as if this couldn’t get any worse for you, as if you weren't already in the most vulnerable place you could be, begging you for his mercy.

Like you’d said earlier: You were done for.

You let out a small groan at your boyfriend’s continued teasing, but were quick to concede, sighing. “Keep going, please. A- And, harder, rougher, fuck, please," you whined aimlessly, hardly sure of the words coming out of your mouth at this point.

Aaron, knowing that when you began to become incoherent, that you were close to the edge, smirked as he obliged your needs. He began to pound back into you again, and, out of habit, you began to suck Spencer’s dick once more.

Spencer was letting out groans of his own as you sucked him off, pushing your head down as much as be could without making you gag. “Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m so close. You’re doing so good,” Spencer whispered to you, running his fingers through your hair for the millionth time as he praised you again and again. “Good girl, just like that."

Spencer moved his hand over to your back, caressing you slowly for a few seconds before moving his hand down to your clit, just as Aaron had done before. Reflexively, you whined out in pleasure.

The mix of Aaron’s cock, Spencer’s fingers, and both of their moans, was building a pleasure inside of you that you didn’t think humanly possible until now. Spencer thumbed over your clit as quickly as he could, rubbing you in fast circles as the scene before you enfolded.

“You gonna cum for us, honey? Show us how much of a whore you are?” Aaron said in a malicious tone of voice, still squeezing down on your neck. Again, you did what you could to nod.

“That’s it, baby. Go ahead,” Aaron finally encouraged.

You didn’t need much more than that.

You were climaxing in seconds upon Aaron’s command, the room smelling of sex as the three of you filled it with your moans. You could taste Spencer’s seed as ropes of it made their way into your mouth, while relishing in the pleasure of Aaron filling you with his own release at the same time.

Aaron chuckled as he pulled out of you, getting up from where he was on the couch. You whined at the sudden exit, your thighs shaking as you moved your head off of Spencer’s tip and sat up on the couch. You then pouted when you saw Spencer getting up, too.

“Where are you guys going?” you asked with a sad face, already feeling incredibly bare without the two of them next to you. They had never been ones to have sex without aftercare, so the fact that they were getting up was worth raising an eyebrow over.

Spencer put his thumb under your chin and finally removed his mask, just to kiss the top of your head. “Giving you some time to come back down to earth, princess. You probably need it.”

“And we’re sure you’ll need us again before the party’s over. And after the party’s over,” Aaron chuckled, removing his mask as well.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone of voice, your cheeks warm from the unneeded jeering. All you could do was cross your arms in response.

Spencer smiled down at you. “Don’t worry, princess. There’ll be more fun later on, okay? Just as long as you’re good for us. Can you be good for us, angel?” Spencer asked you genuinely.

You looked up at Spencer in a pout, but, at some point, you sighed and nodded. “Yes.”

“There’s our girl,” Spencer cooed. Then, Spencer turned to face Aaron, smirking at him. “Shall we?”

Aaron, mirroring Spencer’s expression, nodded, and the two of them walked out of the office, leaving you there to think about all that had just happened.

Your dress was ruffled, and your thighs were a messy, shaking mess in the aftermath of what had just occurred with your two boyfriends.

You wanted to hate them so bad for this. How were you supposed to go back to the party now?

It didn’t even matter. You heard what they said.

"After the party’s over…"

You couldn’t even conjure up the image of what was going to happen then.

All you knew was that it was going to be a hell of a Halloween.

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Kinktober Day 15

Daddy Kink: Chanyeol

!dom Chanyeol

You and Chanyeol had been friends for years. Your friend group was formed as young kids and now you were all adults, still as close as ever. Parties and catch ups every weekend after hectic work weeks, all now in careers so vastly different from one another, but you all bond over the need to relax.

This weekend is no different, too many beers deep, you are on the sofa next to Chanyeol at his house, graciously accepting another bottle as he opens one for himself. You are dizzy, vision blurred when one of your friends decides to start up a game that none of you had played since you were in high school.

“Truth or dare!”

You glance over at Chanyeol beside you when it gets around to his turn, just as drunk, if not drunker, he laughs aloud before choosing to start with Truth. You know your friends well, you know that the question they’ll ask him will be much like the several others asked tonight, something immature, something that will make you look at each other just a little bit differently, not in a bad way, just in… knowing.

“What name drives you crazy?”

Chanyeol raises his brow, not understanding the question until it is explained that they mean, what question in bed drives him crazy. His ears turn a deep red and he gets instantly flustered, but after seeing everyone else succeed with their turn, his competitive nature would never let him fail.

“Daddy.”

You don’t comment, although a few of your friends do, but you aren’t one to go all in on a friend in an unfair ratio. Instead you wait until the game is finished, and Chanyeol leaves the room to get himself another drink. You stand to follow him a moment later, though he doesn’t notice until you both reach the kitchen, and he asks you if you would like another beer too.

“Yes please,” You nod, “Daddy.”

Chanyeol stiffens up at the word, staring at you a little shocked, and definitely guarded. You wink at him before he turns to the refrigerator, grabbing out two bottles and opening them before passing one to you. You let your hand linger, wanting to test him, unsure what has taken over you as you have never been like this with him before, but suddenly now you are wanting, ashamed to say how much that is because of the name, and curiosity about why he likes it so much. You wonder if he lives up to it, and from knowing him so well, you wouldn't be surprised.

“Don’t test me,” He murmurs, barely loud enough for you to hear over the music, “I mean it.”

You are just as competitive as him, it’s no wonder you get along so well, and you take his words as a challenge, “Or what… Daddy?”

Chanyeol grabs you by the wrist, almost spilling your beer as he drags you down the hallway, pushing you into the bathroom and locking the door behind him, “Are you having fun?”

You are, and it is written all over your face, “Oh,” You pout at him playfully, sneering, sarcastic, “What’s wrong? Daddy doesn’t like being teased?”

He has you backed up against the bathroom counter, looming over you, eyes glazed from both drunkenness and arousal. You feel it too, throbbing between your thighs as he leans forward, closing the gap between you to press his lips to yours. The kiss is charged and forceful, messy and desperate, but controlled in a way that confirms there is a reason he likes being called what he does, it all makes sense in the way that he is both tender, and dominant.

“No, sweetheart,” He replies, his voice is husky and choked up between kisses, “Daddy doesn’t like it, you’re gonna regret that.”

You gulp, opening your eyes to see the way his facial expression has changed, like a whole other person is in front of you. Rather than the soft, goofy, loveable Chanyeol that you know, this one is strong, confident and powerful. He has you spiralling, happily moving to sit up on the counter to fit him between your legs, back pressed against the mirror behind you as he works to undress your bottom half quickly. Each second is too long without you, and you feel exactly the same way, attracted to him in a way that you can’t quite explain in words, but hope that your dripping wet cunt will explain for you.

“Daddy, please,” You whimper, pulling him closer with your legs wrapped around his hips, whining as he fills you up, his cock is long and thick, curved slightly upwards which only increases the pleasure for you, “Make me regret it.”

He does exactly that, fucking you in a way that you never had been before, a mix of both gentle and hard, he fucks you in a way that is so good for you, but feels as if it were only for him. It is crazy, your mind is racing, only able to stay focused, alive, with him holding you upright, pure putty in his arms, pleasure has you crumbling, waves of pleasure crash over you repeatedly with every thrust. You can barely speak, only mumbling daddy, daddy, daddy over and over again for him as he fucks into you with a strength that is almost inhuman. You have no idea how long this has gone on for, and you are sure that your friends have noticed your absence by now, but are too deep, physically too, to care.

After a particularly hard thrust that pushes you over the edge, Chanyeol follows right after, releasing inside you without a care about safety or consequence, chasing the feeling of you constricting around him, milking him dry. He presses his forehead to yours as he begins to pull out, laughing as you try to keep him inside of you, not wanting this to be over.

“Please, Daddy,” You pout at him, “Not done yet.”

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drakendaydreams · 1 year ago

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~ Kinktober Day 4 - Ken "Draken" Ryuguji ~

A/N: I know last year was a little off since I got super busy before Kinktober started and didn't have nearly as much time as I'd have liked to get those pieces out for you guys... but we're starting this year off strong with some Kenny. And this year the collaboration is between all of my blogs so it's gonna be a little different. Remember, if you want to be added to the taglist your age must be in your bio or easily found on your page. The taglist is open until October 25th so get your names in if you want to be added! We'll be kicking it back off on this blog on day 12. 😌

Genre: One-Shot

Kink: Desperation

Word Count: 0.8k

TW: teasing, dirty talk, 18+ content, pet names, desperation, offensive language, fem!Reader, hair-pulling, minors DNI

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There was only one person in this world that could make him feel like this. Make him feel that if he didn't get your touch soon he would absolutely explode. The insane urge to be with you every second of every day or he wouldn't be able to survive. And this, this was intensified by one thousand. He had never craved a woman's touch more than he did yours.

You had him hook, line, and sinker before you even knew that you did. The second that you touched his arm the first time that you met he knew that you were going to be everything to him. But he had never thought that it would be this intense.

You were supposed to be at a Toman party, spending time with all the other members and their better halves before the next big event. It was supposed to be one of the most dangerous "events" of the year, and there was only one thing that Kenny had his mind on.

You.

He watched you from across the closed-in compound, staring at everyone who came near you. He inched closer to you every time he thought that he sensed something off. There wasn't a more protective man than Ken Ryuguji.

That's when he saw his opening. The others around you were starting to move away, all off to get another drink he figured, and that's when he was gonna pounce.

Kenny cleared his throat as he got close to you, his hand pressed on your hip lovingly as he pulled you close to him. But the sound of his voice was what would give him away. The gruff rasp he always got when he was in the mood made his voice impossibly deeper. The same one that made your pussy ache the second that you heard it.

"Look at you. You know what you've been doing to me for the past week. I've barely been able to function."

He was right. You had been partially taunting him, working late so he'd have to wait for you to get home, walking around in your skimpiest clothes before he had to leave for work or a meeting. You had wanted him to go crazy.

"Whatever are you talking about, Kenny?" You bat your eyelashes as you look up at him.

The aggressive and hungry way that his hands grabbed and pushed you into the wall behind you made a small squeak leave you. He was done for. You'd hear him begging if you didn't give him something soon.

Kenny gave you a devious grin as he placed a hand over your head, leaning down toward you. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, pretty girl. You're testing me." He placed a hand under your chin and tilted your head up so you were looking at him. "But I'm far too impatient right now to fight with you on this. You have no idea just how badly I need you."

You pulled your head away from him and pursed your lips. "I don't know if I'm feeling that same need, my love. You might have to tell me more."

A growl reverberated in his chest as he watched you pull away, knowing that you were testing him. You wanted him to grovel at your feet, and right now... right now he wasn't above doing it.

Kenny placed a hand behind your head and laced his fingers in your hair, tugging your head back. The moan that left your lips made his cock twitch against his jeans. "I wanna feel just how wet you are between those pretty little legs of yours. Push my cock into you and not stop until you're fucked stupid and screaming my name. Doesn't that sound good to you? Is that what you want to hear, my darling?"

You nodded slowly, the anticipation in his tone making your thighs push together. You weren't even sure that you could make out words right now.

Kenny's laugh made a shiver run through your entire body. "I've been so fucking desperate for your touch all week, and here we are now. Looks like the roles might have just gotten reversed, huh?"

His eyes wandered down your body, his other hand slowly resting on your hip, his finger pulling at the waistband of your bottoms. "I bet that if I slid my hand in right now you'd be dripping for me, wouldn't you? And don't lie. You know I can always tell when you do."

A whole week of him craving your touch, a whole week of build-up. And it only took him a matter of minutes to get the same effect from you.

You'd never been more desperate for Ken Ryuguji.

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Ride Cowgirl - ghostxfemreader

Kinktober🙈

-nsfw: reverse cowgirl & slight age gap established relationship

"Simon-"

No" He huffs out in disbelief, looking at you with crazy widened eyes and a raised eyebrow. Simon rarely said no to you about anything, but you could've guessed that as soon as you showed him your friend group's wild west halloween costume for this year that it'd be a hard no. Simon's older than you by enough to where halloweekend no longer excites him as much. He sits up on his spot in bed to get a closer look, "You're not single anymore baby, I don't feel comfortable with that at all" he says with finality, sitting with a leftover soured look on his face.

"It's not about being single" you grumble. This is your first halloween as a couple and you were terribly unprepared for the stipulations that come with being a taken woman for the holidays. Maybe it'd be easier if your boyfriend was frat aged and getting blacked out on halloween, but trust Simon Riley's days of getting white boy wasted are long gone, so you knew you'd have to compromise, but that doesn't make it any easier.

"Excuse me?" he calls out, giving you a look that dares you to repeat yourself louder.

"It has nothing to do with being single, it's just a costume." You repeat it with audible attitude and quickly turn back towards the closet to avoid his stern glare.

He watches as you bend over to take off the heels you matched with the costume and you unknowingly prove his point by unintentionally flashing him. He shifts in his seat as thoughts of taking you over his knee and for a good spanking to adjust that bratty attitude floods his brain. "That's not a costume, it's a lingerie set and for scummy guys your age it has everything to do with being in a relationship, maybe if I was gonna be there but i'm not, so no."

You roll your eyes while your back is turned to him, groaning, "Everyone wears stuff like this, hell I've been wearing stuff like this for years"

He watches your expressions in the reflection of one of your many mirrors. "Everyone's not my girlfriend, if you want to dress like that when we do the princess and frog thing I don't care, but find something else to wear with your friends" he says with daunting finality.

When you realize there's little to no room for arguing you turn around facing him to give

a defeated nod with angry eyebrows, your bottom lip slightly pouting. "C'mere" He gestures you towards him, so you snatch your cowgirl hat off and drift his way until youre sitting in his lap, your back against his chest.

He hangs his head into the crook of your neck, planting a few soft kisses trailing up starting from your collarbone as an apology, his lips lingering under your ear. "I'm sorry baby, but I just can't. You understand i'm not tryna be mean? Dont want anyone looking at you the wrong way, getting their own fucked up ideas"

"Mhm" you hum softly, still irritated.

He pinches at the bridge of his nose and takes a heavy breath prepared to give in to you, "Fuck.."

His retreating makes you huff out a soft laugh, "It's fine, I understand, you don't feel comfortable about it, so I won't wear it out" you take one of your hands and use your thumb to smooth out his frown lines, trying to reassure him that you were not too upset.

"I think you look beautiful in it still" he says sweetly leaning into your hand, although as his eyes travel down your face and your body in a significantly less sweet manner.

You follow his eyes and a smirk grows on your face, "Thank you baby" You purr at him as his hand crawls between your legs that you widen, making room for his thick fingers to nudge at the edge of your sad excuse for underwear, pulling the majority of it to the side.

"You're welcome" he mummers. Your eyes trail his face that's solid and focused on softly dragging his fingers up your slit, just barely touching you.

Your hand drops from his face as you turn against him taking in a shuddered breath. He takes the base of your neck in his hand to turn your face back towards him. You look up at him, your eyes widening a bit when you notice how dark his had become. He lightly slaps your cunt, his eyes never once moving from yours, "Should give you a spanking for all that attitude though" He watches your face carefully as you slowly shake your head no, opening your mouth to explain yourself, but cut off by the moan that escapes when he slowly pushes a single finger all the way in, curling it up slightly before fucking it back into you, working you open slightly. "Gonna be a good girl?" he asks and you eagerly nod before he can even get the last word out, you're so needy at this point you'd agree to anything.

"Think about it next time you roll those fucking eyes" He uses the feeling of your body sinking into his to his advantage, picking you up and maneuvering your body so that you fall forward onto the bed, chest pressed against his legs as you arch your ass up to him, wanting his fingers to return back inside of you. you hear him groan as you shamelessly present yourself to him, his hand coming down to softly feel over your curves until he harshly brings his hand down spanking you with a loud slap.

You whimper, pulling away from him slightly, making him hold you firmly by the bunched up material of your lingerie that rests above your hip.

He begins to undo his jeans with his other hand, slipping his already hardened dick out, bringing your hips back to rub your wetness from his tip down his length. He keeps you like that for a bit, slowly dragging your wet pussy against himself until he notices your hole opening and closing over nothing, he can't help himself but to bring your hips up one more time before slipping into you. Your body jerks as you whine for him, "Simon please fuck me"

"Un uh fuck yourself, wanna be a cowgirl so damn bad, ride" he grumbles out his command, grip on you hips loosening as you have to readjust your position, trying hard not to let him slip out. You finally sink yourself all the way down, "Keep going, just like that" he leans back watching as you fuck yourself. his grip relentless on the lace of your lingerie, using it to lazily guide your hips every time your rhythm falters. Your hips stutter as you feel your high approaching, "Si 'm about to cum" you whine dropping your hips to grind against him instead.

"Gettin jealous" he scoffs "Y’know I love to get you there" he hums, tightening his grip on your hips to lift you up and pull you down as he throws his hips up into yours. Simon holds you like that for a while, fucking up into you relentlessly, making you squeal and pull away from him. "Stay right there for me" he coos sweetly to you, encouraging you to stay up until you just can't anymore. He notices that you're getting progressively more fucked out so he lets you shift your position again, bringing your back to his chest, holding you in his lap as you cum harshly around him. It doesn't take him long to follow suit and as soon as he does he lessens his support of you, letting your body fall limply into his, completely exhausted and trying to catch your breath with your eyes closed. “Still wanna go out?” he asks quietly, placing soft kisses behind your ear.

#simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #kinktober #cod #cod kinktober

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hello-kuni · 1 year ago

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𝐋𝐘𝐍'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

♱ welcome to my kinktober 2023 masterlist! i'm really genuinely excited for this year's batch of fics. i'm gonna commit to these. i swear. it'll be a wonderful sinful time. i hope you stick around to the end because i've saved the best for last.

♱ as to be expected, reader discretion is advised, all works are 18+

be my once in a lifetime : knight!diluc & princess!reader : body worship

after many set backs on your journey, you had no choice but to stay the night at a small inn. that cramped space did no favors for his years of infatuation. how long can he last before he shows you his long-kept secret?

TBA : frankenstein!jing yuan & monster!reader : power imbalance

some would say his love for you made his crazy, but he thought he was quite sane. no one would accept your existence except for him. while you dreamed of the outside world, you knew the only place for you was at his side.

TBA : vampire!kaeya : blood

with reports of a mysterious man prowling the streets of mondstadt, it was ill-advised to invite strangers in. but he's so handsome and charming. letting him take refuge refuge from a storm couldn't do any harm...

TBA : dragon shifter!clorinde : monster fucking

feared for her strength, she hides away in a castle carved into a mountaintop. there, the only one she's let in is you. the only one who doesn't cower in her presence. and the only one who she's willing to submit to.

TBA : hitman!gojo : ???

running could only take you so far. with no other options, you make a deal with him to ensure your survival. whether it was a good idea or bad is still up for debate. but one thing is certain: while sudden, his love for you is pure.

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 1 year ago

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@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Day 9: Slutwear, Squirting/Cumshots, Prostitution/Camming/Sex-for-Service

𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩-𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥

| PAIRING(s): neighbor!Joel x haunted house organizer!neighbor | RATING: explicit material | 18+| WORD COUNT: 3.2k (jfc this one really got away from me) | CONTENT: no outbreak AU // we're gonna assume Sarah is old enough to be out of the house, two spooky idiots vibing with each other, mock arrangement of sexual favors for Halloween props | SYNOPSIS: In the 5th year of running your free to the neighborhood haunted house, your contractor neighbor Joel Miller expresses interest in participating.

The garage door was open, but Joel still knocked. “Hello?”

When you didn’t answer, he tried again. A few heavier knocks later and he heard footsteps scrambling his direction. You emerged from the doorway with strands of hair stuck to your forehead and a single overall strap securely snapped. He avoided looking at your tight sports bra underneath, for the most part.

“Hi, I’m so sorry. I was sanding something and didn’t hear you at first, I don’t think,” you greet him breathlessly.

“Nah, you’re fine, you’re fine,” he waves away your fretting. “Figured you’d be workin’ on somethin’ for all this.” He eyes the transformation in progress. He reaches out to tap one of the ghoul’s sinister, bony fingers from where it floats on the ceiling.

“Oh, yeah. It’s always sort of crazy this time of year,” you admit with a shy grin. “I, uh, I can move my car from the street if it’s–”

“Nah, I ain’t one of those,” he laughs. “Just always been curious to get a closer look. Seen you workin’ on this over the years. Real impressive stuff.”

You perk up at the positive feedback and note the “Miller Contracting” t-shirt that fits incredibly well across his broad chest. “Oh. Well, thanks. Sorry about the car thing. It’s not like you seem like a party pooper or something, it’s just—”

He waves his hand to interrupt you again. “I know some of the neighbors aren’t crazy about it. Fuck ‘em.”

Your smile goes ear to ear at the easy way he makes you feel confident in your not so typical hobby of having an open haunted house, free of charge to the entire neighborhood every year. It had started out with just your garage and backyard serving as a short walk-through haunted house, but now in your 5th year you’ve incorporated a few of your downstairs rooms into the layout. You slowly added new pieces and props over time, and it had become a huge point of pride for you to see the smiling faces and hear the shrill, excited screams of the patrons.

“Did you, um, want a look around? Have you ever done the haunted house?”

Joel relaxes his shoulders but insists he doesn’t want to impose. You insist right back that he’s more than welcome to see what you’ve got going on. You point to his shirt. “Could probably give me a few tips!”

He follows you as you start to walk into the house again. “Yeah, ‘bout that. Actually sorta why I thought of comin’ by….”

You turn to read his face, but can’t think past the infuriatingly adorable tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“I, uh, would love to make ya somethin’. A prop or somethin’. I’m pretty decent with woodwork, and I think it’s pretty neat what’cha got goin’ on here.” He shrugs, but it doesn’t counterbalance his obvious nerves at offering up his services.

“Are you serious?” you breathe. “You’d make me something? I mean, you really don’t have to do that, but I can’t say it doesn’t sound fucking amazing.”

You’d seen his house before. You’d driven by it enough times to gawk at the beautiful renovations that had been done over time. It was the most gorgeous house on the street by leaps and bounds, and the owner and crafter of said renovations wasn’t so bad to look at, either. You realize you don’t know his name. You offer him yours and hope he’ll return the gesture.

“Joel,” he says firmly. Even his voice sounded deep and strong. He was even more gorgeous up close.

“Joel Miller, of Miller Contracting fame,” you amend with a playful smile and a nod to his shirt.

“The one and only,” he lobs back with a devastating smirk. Oh, the bastard was getting more comfortable around you, so now he was easing into a laid back confidence that made you want to gnaw your own arm off.

“I mean, I’d offer you some complimentary tickets to the haunted house in return, but it’s already free, so….”

He laughs under his breath and shakes his head. “No, no, none’uh that. This is somethin’ I’ve been kickin’ around for the past coupl’a years. Think it sounds real fun. Never really built a dedicated prop piece, but I’d love to take a crack at it if you’d let me.”

Your heart leaps into your throat when he admits he’s thought about your haunted house for years. That he’s wanted to be a part of it in a way for years. It was something born of pure passion and love for Halloween as well as something to nurture your creative side. The thought of Joel wanting in on it made your chest squeeze and balloon.

The rest of the afternoon flows easy with conversation and ideas about additions to your setup. It’s less than a week later when Joel texts you that the piece is almost done if you wanted to come check it out. You force yourself to wait at least 2 minutes before replying in the affirmative.

Joel’s house is even more stunning on the inside. You aren’t sure what stars aligned to get this man to offer you a prop piece at absolutely no cost. You feel like the luckiest person to ever walk the earth. You casually sip the beer Joel offered you while he details all the insanely detailed and impressive work he put into the prop piece he dreamt up with you.

“S’not too shabby, I think,” he nods in approval as he gauges his work. His eyes flash to yours when you don’t respond right away. You’re staring open mouthed at the piece, the shifting gears, the working levers. You can’t even imagine how much something like this would cost at a home improvement store.

“Show me again,” you urge with barely contained glee.

Joel smiles and snaps the lever down, releasing the guillotine and severing the dummy head into the basket. You legitimately clap this time and bob on the tips of your toes. His grin is wide and boyish as he taps a button on the floor with his foot, reeling everything back into place.

“I–I can’t even—HOLY SHIT, JOEL,” you laugh. You run your hands through your hair like you don’t even know what else to do, how else to react.

“Hope it’s not too tall for the–”

“Shutup, Joel, you know it isn’t too tall. You measured, like, 400 times,” you interject.

“I measured three times, but alright,” he chuckles. He looks back and forth between you and the prop. “So, you, uh.. It’s good? Ya like it?”

“It’s amazing!” you gush. A thought crosses your mind that immediately sets off a whole other level of excitement. “Joel, what would you say to operating this opening night at the very least?”

“What? Like, be part of the haunted house? I dunno ‘bout all that,” he mumbles.

“This thing is a work of art! Are you kidding me?! If anybody should be the first to terrorize people with it, it should be the person who made it!” you argue. You stomp across the room and stop dead center in front of Joel. “Seriously. It would be so much fun! You said you’d done the walk-through last year, so you know what you’re getting yourself in to – at least a little bit.”

“You seriously want an old guy like me tryna yank this lever and scare people? I’m more like’tuh throw my damn back out than scare anybody off,” he huffs in a self-deprecating tone.

“Joel,” you snort. “You’re built like a fucking brick shithouse. You’re broad as hell, and you’ve got muscles and all that shit. You’re, like, perfectly intimidating. Put you in an Executioner’s mask, and it’s a done deal!”

Joel smirks and raises a brow. “You think I’m muscular and strong, huh?” he teases.

You flush and swat his arm. “This is the thanks I get for trying to encourage you.”

“Said somethin’ about bein’ broad, too, didn’t’cha?” he adds as he bites back a smile.

“I’m just trying to flatter you so you’ll make me more free props,” you deadpan.

Joel coughs up his sip of beer in a laugh. “Damn, maybe I should make you pay for this after all,” he muses in false contemplation.

“Hey now, let’s not get hasty,” you giggle. You put your hands out to your sides in mock surrender.

“Typical. Shoulda known I was gettin’ fleeced. Suddenly it’s a ‘you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours’ kinda deal, huh?,” he teases.

“Nobody is conning anybody. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours! You give me a head—” you pat the decapitated prop head for emphasis “—I’ll give you head!”

Joel’s eyes widen with an amused sparkle. His eyebrows shot up at the same time as the corner of his mouth lifted devilishly. “Well now we’re talkin’!” he chortles.

Your face is on fire. You must have gone through every shade of red that Crayola has created. “Ohhh my god. Jesus christ. OH MY GOD, please— I’m so– I can’t–,” you sputter. You slap a hand over your forehead. “That was so fucking embarrassing and inappropriate. Joel, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe—”

“Whoa now, relax. S’alright. Just a bit of teasin’,” he reassures you once he realizes you’re actually mortified at the half slip-up half failed attempt at humor. “S’all in good fun, okay? No need to get bent outta shape.”

You chance a look at him with an absolutely humiliated expression and find his playfully warm eyes waiting for you.

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” he tuts and knocks a hand against your arm gently. “Was funny as hell. Needed a good laugh, so thanks for that, sweetheart.”

As if your face wasn’t already ablaze, the casual petname makes your heart stammer. You were not going to survive this man.

“Alright, everybody, we got a 20 minute interval, so get yourself some water and a quick snack if you need one,” you announce to the group of volunteers. Frightening clowns and ghostly figures waddle and stroll into the inner rooms of the house not being utilized in the haunted house.

You glance around only to find Joel doing the same. You smile and walk up to him.

“So the girls didn’t talk you into the shirtless get-up, huh?” you giggle.

Joel rolls his eyes through the black mask obscuring his face.

“So, is Mister ‘I’ve scared more kids in one night than any other scene volunteer in the past 4 years combined’ enjoying himself? Or do you need to make a couple more 12 year olds pee their pants before you’re ready to admit it?”

Joel lifts the fabric mask over his head and grins at you. “Like you’d give me all that credit. Already heard you earlier talkin’ ‘bout how I got the ‘good corner’ that’s out of sight until it’s too late.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Probably would’ve only made two 12 year old piss themselves so far if you weren’t given the good corner,” you shrug. “Oh well, that’s what special treatment gets ya.”

He laughs and runs a hand through his sweaty hair. Your stomach lurches with want.

“So am I hired or what?”

“Hired? Hm, no, that implies pay, and you’re not getting paid,” you reason with a giggle.

“Damn. Free props and free labor. I’m gettin’ the short end of the stick, I think,” he mock gripes.

You feel a twinge of guilt even though you know he’s joking. He had already supplied you with an amazing element for the haunted house, and you’d sort of strong-armed him into acting in one of the sets tonight. “You know if you really did end up feeling like you should get some sort of compensation, I’m sure I could come up with, like, a payment plan or something,” you offer.

“Dunno, I’m still pretty interested in that offer of head,” he quips.

Your head inches back in a jerk as you snort in surprise. “Oh?”

Joel instantly shifts into apology mode and expresses his regret at the tasteless joke.

You put up a hand to stop his frenzied blabbering. His mouth hangs open with panic, but he stops talking. You force a swallow past the ball of nerves in your throat and inch closer to him. You graze the tips of your fingers against the shiny polyester costume stretching across his chest.

“What if… what if I was interested in getting to know you better? In the kinda way that that joke about … ‘scratching each other’s backs’ isn’t really a joke?” You fan your fingers across his pec and work up the nerve to look up at him.

His dark eyes study your face for a moment before a hand snakes across your lower back and pulls you closer. “Then I’d say you got yourself a pro bono prop master and scene volunteer, sweetheart.”

You break into a nervous fit of giggles and glance at the clock. Only 15 minutes until everyone is due back to their places. “Come with me,” you whisper. You grab Joel’s hand and lead him upstairs via the rear staircase. You guide him through the dark and into your bedroom.

The moment the backs of your knees hit the mattress, you tug Joel down on top of you. He settles onto the bed with an oomph and quickly gains his bearings. His hands are all over you, and you thank the high heavens that neither of you are wearing any face makeup for a costume. One less thing to worry about as you hungrily lick into one another’s mouths.

You turn Joel onto his back against the mattress and tug at his garments until you shimmy his belt and jeans loose. He shoves them down enough to free his cock. It stands at attention with a weighty bob.

“Fuck,” you gasp. “I would’ve done this sooner if I knew you had such a big dick!”

Joel erupts into laughter at your lewd candor, and you giggle while shushing him. “Shutup before somebody hears us and comes upstairs to check on the noise. I’ve only got about 10 minutes to suck you off.”

“Fuck, you really doin’ it? You don’t hafta–”

You cut him off by taking him as far into your mouth as you can. He makes a strangled hissing sound, his arms flailing as they search for something to grab hold of. One hand settles on the back of your head, and the other grips the sheets. You shove a hand down your pants and insert two fingers into yourself. Joel made the most obscenely divine noises you’d ever heard.

You don’t let up as you work his length in your mouth, not quite able to take him all the way without your gag reflex going into overdrive. He gives you a few polite seconds of warning that he’s about to come, and you ready your mouth at his tip while stroking him up to his climax. His hips jerk as he unloads into your mouth, grunting obscenities and praises.

You swallow and pull off him with a smug grin. You watch him catch his breath in the rays of light from the streetlamps. You shimmy back up to his face and capture his mouth in a deep kiss. He groans at the taste of himself on your lips, groping and grabbing at you. He rolls you off to the side and yanks your pants down without warning. His fingers slide through your soaked folds before pausing at your entrance.

“Fuck, yes please,” you beg. He stretches you with two fingers and only pumps a few times before you’re clenching around his digits. You come down from your high enough to realize it’s not long before you need to be back downstairs. “Should at least earn me a couple of smaller props, no?” you pant.

He snorts and rests his forehead against your chest. “Guess we can work out a bartering system,” he jokes back.

You both take a moment to get yourself together before heading back downstairs. The rest of the night is an absolute blast, and you revel in the excited compliments over your newest addition of the Cursed Souls of the French Revolution room, many comments centering on a certain terrifying Executioner who was very good at his role.

The last walk-through group empties out onto the street, and you close up for the night. Another successful event with a few more nights this week to show off your best haunted house yet. When the last volunteer other than Joel heads out, you turn to shower your breakout star with all the feedback and fanfare he’d garnered.

He’s slow to accept the praise, but after a while you beat him down enough to accept a few of the milder compliments. You sit side by side on the couch, watching a classic horror film as you count up the donations you’d earned throughout the evening. You count the last bill and tally it up on your sheet before tucking it away in the metal cash box.

Joel grips an arm around you and tugs you into his chest. “Got enough for your next big idea, or are we gonna have to figure out another form of payment?” he asks with a suggestive wink.

“Think I came up short on the cash. Damn,” you mutter in feigned disappointment.

Joel grins at your tongue-in-cheek humor but pauses after a moment. “Thank you, by the way. For lettin’ me join up with all this. It was really fun. Not used’tuh doin’ stuff like this, but I’m real glad I worked up the nerve to walk up to your garage that day,” he admits in earnest.

“Yeah,” you agree with a breathy laugh. “Me, too, Joel.”

His thumb caresses the top of your cheekbone as he considers you. “Meant when I said I’d like’tuh get to get more involved with it. With… with you,” he stammers.

Your chest feels warm and cozy. You can’t help yourself with what comes out of your mouth next. “Is this your way of asking me to be your ghoul-friend?”

Joel shuts his eyes and throws his head against the top of the couch. “Now I know I’ve got it bad for ya when that ain’t enough to send me hightailin’ it outta here,” he groans.

“Okay, you do one to me and see if I’ve got it bad for you, too,” you suggest.

Joel thinks for a moment then grins to himself. He turns his head your direction and delivers a classic. “If you’re my ghoul-friend, does that mean I get to see your boo-bies?”

You both lose it over the awful jokes and barely manage to get yourselves back under control long enough to speak full sentences again.

“Okay, it’s official. We’ve both got it very, very bad for each other,” you declare as you wipe a tear from your eye.

“Guess I’ll just have to live with that,” he says softly.

“Yeah, guess we’ll both just have to learn to deal with it,” you chuckle under your breath.

The rest of the movie plays to a distracted audience as you and Joel mess around on the couch well past the credits rolling across the screen.

This was way too much fun to write. I hope y'all don't mind me playing fast and loose with some of these kinks lmao.

This idea originally came from some Joel characterization ideas that I guess made quite the impression on me. This particular fic drew inspiration from my last idea on the list:

🛠 🪵 🎃 prop maker Joel who admires your open to the public haunted house you construct every year. he offers to make you a prop piece, free of charge. you both love Halloween.

The temptation to write more of those silly ideas into my kinktober shit is super strong ngl. Whatever you do, don't encourage it. Don't you dare suggest I make a poll for which character should get which trope. DON'T YOU DARE.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

#joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

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