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OCTOBER 2ND — RAPIST!SIMON. You should've known better. Walking around with an ass like that in such a skimpy, revealing dress... What were you thinking?

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 2)

TW/CW: NON-CON.

Prey. Simon couldn't hold back on his selfish, abhorrent urges. You were a sight for sore eyes, drunkenly stumbling out of a pub all alone with no-one to shield or guard you, your tiny and skimpy dress exposing and revealing your soft, addictive body. You could feel Manchester's harsh, bitter wind against your skin, raising goosebumps on the surface. You winced with each dreadful step as you weakly wandered through the city, your vision quickly becoming impaired, worsening with the toxicity of the drinks. Therapy wasn't enough for someone as debauched and ill as Simon. He couldn't pry his watchful and predatory gaze from your weak and confused figure, the depraved voice in his rotten mind only encouraging him. Go on, Simon. This is your only opportunity...

Control, something he yearned for, desperately tried to grab a hold of. His grip was firm on your delicate anmd gentle skin, much softer than his, with scars littering his body. His hold was tight and threatening enough to leave deep, agonising marks. His sinful touch left imprints along your thighs as he pried your legs apart with the intent to violate you with his disturbing desires, with one finger pressed against your lips, slowly wiping a wandering tear away while silencing you with the sheer, brutal size. You winced and cried out, drowned out by the distant traffic noises in the far distance. The intense ache only worsened — intensified, and grew with each deep, relentless thrust. “Filthy slag. You want this. I know it.”

Despite the horrified and intoxicated pleas that dripped from your lips, your cunt only reacted to his actions despite how deranged and immoral they truly were. Simon longed, and dreamt for this moment. Now, here he was, finally taking authority over a vulnerable and drugged woman who was too hypnotised by the alcohol and its effects to defend herself. Helplessly clawing at him for survival through his ruthless attack. He stuck three thick, calloused fingers down your warm and velvety throat, earning himself a broken and mortified gag. Your tight and slick hole oozed around his thick and growing shaft, with pearly drops of your sweet, sweet ecstasy coating him. Oh, it wouldn't hurt to snap a few photographs of your misery, would it?

“You were askin’ for it. Look at the state of you, Doll.” He spat, his eyes darkening and narrowing in on you, admiring the crimson that dripped and rolled down his lengthy cock, the way he speared and prodded you with his twitching and pulsating cock. You trembled violently, with the Autumn rain kissing your cold, bruised skin, slowly washing away his sinful touch and the blood that stained your thighs.

It would be cruel to leave you all alone, bleeding uncontrollably between your filthy, dirty legs in an isolated alleyway, wouldn't it? He'll just take you home, chain you up, and keep you as his own personal meat.

[kyometeru]

© uvuyai 2024. . . ~ ღ

–tw. Fem reader, of course this'll be ooc, bondage, mentions of public sex, humiliation, manipulation, gaslighting(???), cockwarming, size difference, suggestive by why call it that when this is just straight up smut, choking, cervix fucking, basically punishment sex, yan Sunday(?), stockholm syndrome, breeding kink/pregnancy kink, presumed non-con(?), dub-con, somnophillia, dacryphilia,

ღ ~ 𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Who shows you off in public as his wife/girlfriend. Having matching charms to further prove it. Some females would be jealous of how you managed to pull the one and only Sunday. He's all prince charming. Taking care of your injuries if you fall. When he lets you speak to other people, he may forget he let you talk to them which leads to him placing a hand on your shoulder and his fave darkening with a smile then dragging you away. He shows you off to hos family as if he had won the lottery or gotten new jewelry. But you are his precious pearl anyway,

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Is really cruel. He only cares about the humiliation he finds funny from you. Wrapping you up in red or black ropes. Tugging on the rope that rubs on your cunt, making friction on your clit to further drench the ropes. He would punish you even if it was the smallest mistake or thing ever. Let it be just closing your eyes due to exhaustion and overstimulation he would be quick to wrap his hand around your neck, squeezing at it as he rams himself deeper into your pussy, the tip of his dick hitting home into your cervix.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Is a big fan of public sex. Cock warming would be at the top of his list. Just to see you shudder and get embarrassed as you let out unwanted whines and moans as his cock twitches and brushes up against that one spot.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Likes to tease you. In restaurants, he would have a vibrator in your panties and pressing down on your clit with it. He only lets you wear skirts or dresses even if you don't prefer them. At home, he lets you wear shorts as it's an easy way to fiddle or fuck up into your pussy.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Is really a pervert! If you're just minding your business, he'll just force make you get into some suggestive position involving the both of you. If you're just walking past him, he'll just trip you purposely and move his head beneath your skirt. He'll even use your dirty panties and show you your cum stained panties, blaming you for making him dirty them in the first place.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Who has a breeding kink/pregnancy kink. He wants you to be plump and fully with his child inside your womb walking around his room barefoot. He fucks you around the house everyday in every inch of the place. Once he's done he'll just plug you up with a vibrator to keep all of his seed inside. He likes mating press and doggy style when breeding you. He likes it because he can easily tower over you and get easy access to your face just to lick your tears away and kiss you deeply.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Is very sneaky:3. When he breeds you non stop and when you finally get the strength to move around, he places birth control pills around the room. But it's really prescribed sleeping pills. He uses this as an advantage to breed you in your sleep. The pills would have you out like a light as when he fucks, you show no sign of restraint.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Is very cheerful on the inside when you start looking at him lovingly and with hope in your eyes. He knows he's broken you down to the girl he wanted you to be. It's not like he kidnapped you. He still gives you punishments here and there. It would be less harsher as he would fuck you softly but still overstimulates your ass. He loves to see you get worked up when you feel like you've done a bad thing and start crying. In response, he just lets you ride him till you collapse. He gives you a soothing aftercare and makes you agree that you are his, it's a small world for a small little adorable thing like you. Anyone could just crush you under their feet and just leave you there to wither in pain.

He just needs you to stay with him and you'll be safe. Just with him and the life in your stomach.

. . .

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY POST.

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𐙚 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ── kyle spencer

℘ ꒰ tags ; mature content. mdni. frankenkyle. fem!reader. somno. dry humping. dub con. thigh fucking ꒱

kinktober day one : somno

KYLE SPENCER is growing increasingly restless. his brow furrows, as something inside him begins to stir — something he doesn’t fully understand. he rolls over, staring at you in the near-darkness and he knows it’s wrong to do this while you’re still asleep, but the thought of waking you makes him hesitate just a second longer. fingers graze lightly on your waist as he takes in the softness of your skin beneath the thin blanket. his touch lingers, testing his own restraint.

he knows he shouldn’t, that this isn’t the way it’s supposed to happen, but the ache in his groin is unbearable. you don’t stir, still sound asleep, chest rising and falling gently under the blankets. kyle lets out a low groan, frustration bubbling up inside him, hand shaking slightly as it moves lower, grazing your thigh.

the image of his cock disappearing in and out of your slippery cunt like a magic trick simply doesn’t leave his mind. a pavlovian response stirs, and his rapidly swelling cock is starting to fill in his pants. even in his resurrected, uncoordinated state, he is hyperaware of your presence — the soft, pillowy feeling of your breasts pressed against him, twin peaks of your nipples poking through the fabric of your shirt is enough to pull a needy whine from his throat.

he’s torn. the rational part of him—the part that knows right from wrong—fights against the primal urge to take what he wants, but it’s so hard to think clearly. his mind is foggy, jumbled, and the sensation of your skin under his hand makes it worse. he doesn’t want to wake you up, doesn’t want you to see him like this—desperate, confused, out of control—but he can’t stop himself.

clumsy fingers grip at the bedsheets, twitching with the urge to feel you. slowly, kyle’s hand creeps down your body, grazing your bare leg. when he reaches the hem of your booty shorts, a low grunt escapes him as the uncomfortable pressure of his pants grew.

then he gets an idea.

hands fumble the band of his pajama bottoms, a few frustrated noises before successfully tugging it alongside his boxers down to his thighs. his angry, stiff cock spring up and hits against his stomach. carefully, he slots his shaft into the space between your thighs, relishing in the heat of your still-clothed cunt. he starts grinding against you, the leaking precum from his tip slicking your thighs. hips rutting like a dog in heat, his movements become a bit rougher now, less controlled, but still trying to be gentle. the mattress creaks underneath, and you’re squirming and making soft little noises which only pushes him off the edge.

it isn’t until the next morning when you discovered your soaked panties that you realised what might have happened.

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Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 13

Slenderman x Female Reader - Choking/Prisoner

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Prisoner, dub-con, choking, gagging, blowjob, tentacles, suffocation, monster fucking

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

Words: 1.8k

He kept you hidden away, somewhere the others wouldn’t dare to stoop. 

You didn’t know why it had to be you, the cryptid didn’t need a reason- he had no one to answer to except himself. He kept good care of you, always making sure you were attended to- but that also meant you had to repay him for his ‘kindness’.

His personal use, tucked away in the cellar of the basement, the only entrance from the backside of the mansion. Your wrists were worn, and red with irritation from the handcuffs that sliced into your skin. You were hooked onto an old drain pipe, your arms hanging in an uncomfortable position. The concrete of the floor hurt, legs bruised and worn, weak with the lack of good food or movement. You felt so weak all of the time, but that was exactly how he wanted you- pliable and useful. 

The rumbling of the cellar door opening was always the first thing you heard—it didn’t matter if you were dead asleep or throwing up from nausea—that noise had you sitting up perfectly straight in seconds. Like a dog to a bone, you were always eager to please.

His loud footsteps come thumping down the old stairs, creaking from the weight until you felt your head pounding with that irritable static. It was the feeling of your brain weighing in on itself, waves of nausea sinking in, and having to close your eyes from the dizziness. It was always his signature, no matter where you were you would know he was near, and the proxies testified to it themselves.

You sat up, digging your knees into the cold floor, trying your best to ignore the sting as you dared your eyes to the doorway. Slenderman pushed through, dipping his head low to avoid the banister, before standing with such presence before you. You kept your eyes low, quick glances at his dress shoes that planted themselves inches away from your knees.

“Stand.” It wasn’t a spoken word, you still weren’t even sure how you ever heard him in the first place, his mouth never moving behind that icy veil of skin. The noise bounced in your mind, pressing against the back of your neck as you climbed onto your feet, the socks doing little to save you from the cold.

You still refused to look at his face, head hanging as tentacles slowly coiled around your ankles, winding their way up your shaky legs. Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear the low cracking and controting of his muscles, long, grotesque tentacles writhe their way out, push out behind him like obscured angel wings. He held such a presence, a terrifying one, but electrifying nonetheless.

You heard the small jingle of the key unlocking the handcuffs, your wrists flexing out of the metal as you rubbed them, arms whining from being released from that contorting position.

His cold tentacles moved quickly, pushing your grimy tank top over your head and shimmying down your shorts, skin freckling with goosebumps at the damp air of the cold basement. The tendons drew you closer, grappling at your back to push you against him, a claw resting on your waist as you pressed your hands against him.

Even this close, he still towered, having to look up to even see the muscles contort and strain behind that smooth skin, a stern look on his face.

“Go on, little thing.” He nudges in your mind, tentacles curiously curling around your thighs and around your waist, rubbing and prodding against your bare skin. It made you shudder, giving him an understanding glance as you reached your anxious hands out. 

Fidgeting with the button of his slacks, you could already see it- the outline of his cock pressed firm against the top of his thigh, twitching gently when you tugged the zipper down. You could feel your heart thumping, breathing caught in your throat when a tentacle pushed your hand out of the way, reaching in and tugging himself out, length so heavy and long- terrifyingly so. He was big. Ridiculously.Gaudy with thick veins running down the side, glistening with precum.

You waited expectantly, hard to tear your eyes away as it twitched and throbbed, Slender’s expression unwavering as he stared down at you. 

The dark tendrils moved again, this time with intent. They pressed between your shoulder blades, between the plush of your thighs, and rounding the underside of your tits- curious little things pushing themselves wherever they could. 

It was the sudden push forward that had you off guard, a silent chuckle from the cryptid towering above when you gripped onto his suit. Was it terrifying that you were eye-level with his waist, yes. But Slender couldn’t get enough of it.

“Open up. C’mon now- don’t pretend like you don’t know what to do.” This time you did hear his voice in your ears, jaw straining to speak as you glanced up at him, nervously picking at your hands. You nodded, a deep wave of heat flooding your face, the static behind your eyes ever present.

Saliva builds on your tongue, spreading your pretty lips as you watch the tentacle gripped around his base nudge up, holding his tip to your mouth. You feel his intense gaze on you as your mouth wraps around his thick head, inching down slowly, and stretching your lips obscenely. You’ve done this dozens of times, the soreness in your jaw a reminder of that, but it doesn’t make the task any easier.

“As far as you can… There you go.” He coaxes, the tentacles slithering up to wrap around your throat, tips of the tendrils pressing against your jaw. Your tongue presses hard against the underside, eyes fluttering shut as you feel like you already can’t breathe. It’s so overwhelming, hands moving to grip against his hips- until those dark tendrils are wrapping around and hauling them behind you, gripped tightly together on your lower back.

It’s hard not to groan, your throat tensing as you try not to gag, the heavy weight of his tip pulsing against your tongue. Eyes tensed shut, you take a shaky breath, glancing up at him through tear-glistened eyelashes.

That’s what does it. He loves when you act like you want it.

With a static groan, his hips thrust forward, your eyes widening with the rush. He pushes his cock down your throat, bulbous veins throbbing against the roof of your mouth as he a steady, merciless pace fucking your mouth, your weight shifting uncomfortably as you stand. The tentacles wrap around your throat, tightening themselves as he pushes deeper, tip bobbing mercilessly against the tightness. 

You’re gagging, the loss of air making you dizzy. Grip searing on your neck, Slender groans and huffs as he fucks your face till his cockhead hits your poor, abused throat. His claws move to cup the sides of your face, moving you in time with his hips, seeing just how far in he can get himself before your eyes roll back. You could nearly feel the electricity crackling in the air, the pressure against your mind so overwhelming- you felt your body go limp, exhaustion heavy as the tendrils wrapped themselves tight, holding you up.

“Don’t go passing out, little one. It’s no fun.” He hums, muscles clenched so tight as his claws pressing into your temples, shocks of nausea running through you. 

It’s so messy how saliva builds on your lips, glistening in the dim light of the basement as they wrap tight around him. Saliva and precum drip down his length, dirtying the pants of his suit. Tears streak down your cheeks onto Slender’s wrists, cheeks so ruby red against his milky white skin. Pressure roars in your ears, choking at both the throbbing cock and the tentacles blocking your airway. You let your jaw go slack, loud gags and choking sounds fueling the cryptid to just go deeper.

It was so fucking messy.

You’re so easily broken, he thinks, unraveling the tentacle around his base and pressing it into the corner of your mouth. You can’t even register it, thick tendril pressing in with his cock to abuse your throat further, the stretch of your lips such a pretty sight.

“Such a talented mouth, you can almost take it all.” You can feel tears searing down your hot cheeks, thick droplets of spit dripping from your chin. It’s the taste of salty precum that shoots excitement through you, eyes flashing open to stare up at him, eyelids heavy with dizziness. His jaw is clenching, a snarl etched onto his face- his tell.

With as much strength as you can muster, you’re pressing your tongue on the bottom side of his cock, slurring the muscle across his gaudy veins with strangled moans. With an appreciative groan, the cryptid’s thrusts become erratic, movements growing frantic.

He doesn’t like to show you how much he wants to cum, but you’re always able to coax it out of him. You’re his, he deemed it so, and in turn- you’ve learned when he’s about to fall apart.

You rub your thighs together desperately, relaxing your throat more, refusing to let the darkness creeping into the corners of your eyes win. The tentacles are sporadic, flicking and gripping against your skin, their own extent a reflection of Slender’s state. You let your eyes close again, weak body so ready. “Hn- There we go-”

His tight grip on the sides of your head pushes you back, pulling you off his cock. Your lips pop free, leaving his sensitive head exposed to the cool air. Gasping for breath, your chest heaves as you try to regain your composure, your throat so sore and raw you don’t know if you’ll be able to eat.

The tentacle wraps around the base again, long, hefty strokes as you pant. It doesn’t take one beat of your pretty eyelashes before thick, warm stripes of seed paint onto your cheeks, Slender snarling above you as he presses the divot of his tip against your lips. You let your tongue snake out, the salty taste melting against your tastebuds.

Pure pride swells at the sight, Slender tangling his claw into the back of your hair, gripping the strands as he bends down. You tense, heart beating so fast as you hear the cracking and tearing of his skin.

By the time he's at face level with you, his blank face has separated at the mouth, jagged skin forming a terrifying smile. His long tongue comes snaking out, the wet muscle pressing against your cheeks, lapping at his own finish.

“Let’s see how much this can take next, alright?” You shudder at the tentacle that swipes between your folds, glistening with the wetness of your cunt. You can’t respond, he doesn’t let you when that tongue is bullying its way into your mouth, pressing on the sore spot at the back of your throat.

At least it gets you out of those damn handcuffs.

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Dreams

Incubus!Eris Vanserra x Reader

For @erisweekofficial

Eris week 2024 Masterlist

Day 6: AU

Summary: Eris is thirsty for sex from his travels, for the energy it gives him, yours is the first house he finds

Cw: Dub-con Somonophilia every warning that comes with the fact that Eris is a demon who sneaks into houses to fuck unsuspecting sleeping women, Eris gives you sex dreams so you can enjoy yourself too, you do enjoy it, fingering, choking, oral!F receiving, Smut 18+ MDNI

A/N: Based on this poll. Thank you to everyone who voted 💕 Tails and horns, like I said.

Eris Vanserra materialized on the mortal plane with an intense hunger gnawing at his core. His crimson skin glowed faintly in the dim light as he surveyed the quiet neighbourhood, searching for signs of life. Travelling always took a toll on him, and he needed the recharge.

The first house caught his eye, its windows were dark but the house looked so innocent and bright as a whole, he hoped the resident was just as sweet. Eris approached the front door, his movements fluid and predatory. With a wave of his hand, the intricate lock clicked open, granting him entry.

Inside, the house was still, but Eris could sense the presence of someone nearby, his tail curled around him in excitement. He followed the trail of pheromones up the stairs, his anticipation building with each step. At the end of the hallway stood a bedroom door, slightly ajar. Eris pushed it open slowly, revealing the sleeping beauty within.

You lay in bed, covered by your sheets, deep in sleep. Eris smiled wide, inhuman like, at the sight of you, you were naked under the sheets, as if you were prepared to be taken by him

Eris stepped closer, his crimson eyes glowing brighter in the darkness. The scent of you filled his nostrils. Your body called to him, beckoning him to explore every curve and valley. His hands reached out, fingers tracing over the soft fabric of your bedsheet, feeling the warmth emanating from your body beneath.

He leaned down, inhaling deeply, savouring the unique fragrance that was yours alone. His tail swished behind him in eager expectation, his cock twitching with desire. Slowly, he peeled back the sheet, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze. You were perfect, every inch of you was made to be worshipped, adored, and claimed. His hands roamed over your hips, gripping tightly as he pulled you towards him.

You groan slightly in your sleep but Eris sends you further into it, to not wake you. In your dreams, you find yourself under a man, mirroring Eris' movements.

Eris watched you intently, a smirk playing on his lips as he sensed the stirring within you. He pressed himself against you, his warm, hard body pressing down on top of yours. You felt enveloped by him, cocooned in his arms, yet also consumed by his raw, unbridled lust. His muscular thighs parted yours effortlessly.

His hands roamed over your body, mapping out every dip and swell, committing your curves to memory. His touch was both gentle and possessive, exploring the contours of your breasts, squeezing them firmly before pinching your hardened nipples. A low moan escaped from his throat, vibrating through his chest and onto your sensitive flesh. You writhed underneath him, lost in your erotic dream world, but also responding to his every move.

Eris's long, dexterous tongue flicked out, licking a hot stripe up your neck, tasting your skin, feeding on your arousal. His sharp fangs grazed your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine. You arched into him, craving more of his touch, his taste, his everything. His horns brushed against your forehead and temples, the cold surface starkly contrasting with the heat radiating off his body.

One hand slid down your stomach, dipping between your legs. His fingers found your slick folds, stroking along your slit teasingly. He circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp and buck your hips. Two fingers plunged inside you, curling against that sensitive spot deep within. He pumped them in and out, setting a steady rhythm that had you panting and writhing beneath him.

You moaned, as in your dreams a man did the same, touched you the same, kissed down your body, moves echoing Eris' as he teased your breasts. Responding in your dreams and in your bed.

Eris chuckled softly, his voice rumbling against your skin. He lavished attention on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh, tugging at your nipples until they were stiff peaks begging for more. His mouth descended, taking a nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the ache with his tongue.

Your moans echoed in the room, filling the silence with the sounds of pleasure. He continued his exploration of your body, his fingers moving in and out of you at a relentless pace, hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your closed eyelids. His thumb replaced his mouth on your nipple, rolling and pinching it mercilessly.

"So responsive..." Eris growled, "So gorgeous." He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them back up. He had never seen someone fall under this quick, or be this responsive.

Eris brought his soaked fingers to his mouth, his forked tongue darting out to lap up your essence. "Mmmm, delicious," He purred, savouring your taste. "I've never encountered such a delectable bite before. So willing, so eager to please."

He positioned himself between your spread legs, his face between your thighs, "Let me taste directly."

Eris grinned wickedly, his forked tongue flicking out again to tease your swollen clit. His hot breath washed over your most intimate area, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. His hands gripped your thighs, holding them apart as he leaned forward.

With a loud slurping sound, he buried his face between your thighs, his tongue delving into your dripping entrance. He explored every fold and crevice, lapping at your juices like a starving man. His tongue danced across your clit, swirling and flicking until you were squirming beneath him, pleading for release in your dreams.

Eris hummed happily as you instinctivly reached for his hair, gripping onto his horns to pull him closer, being a moaning mess. He kept checking to make sure you were still dreaming.

Eris's tongue worked overtime, driving you closer and closer to the edge. His hands moved up to grip your ass, pulling you harder against his face as he devoured you. His nose rubbed against your sensitive clit, the roughness sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

Your hips bucked wildly, grinding against his mouth as he ate you out relentlessly, his curling horns scraping your inner thighs. The coil inside you tightened, ready to snap at any moment. Eris seemed to sense your impending climax, doubling his efforts. He sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud as he thrust two fingers deep inside you.

Your body tensed, your muscles quivering as Eris drove you closer to the brink. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, your breathing becoming erratic. He increased his efforts, determined to push you over the edge into ecstasy. His fingers pumped faster, curling to hit that special spot inside you that made your toes curl. His tongue lashed at your clit, alternating between firm strokes and feather-light touches.

"Come for me," He growled against your body, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming sensations consuming you. "Let go, my sweet little human. Give yourself to me completely." His words, spoken in a language that sounded like sin itself, wrapped around you like a sensual caress, urging you to surrender to the pleasure he offered.

The sensation of his horns grazing your sensitive folds sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. With a scream torn from your throat, you came undone, your body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Eris lapped at your spasming cunt, drinking in every drop of your release like a man possessed. He still held your dreams, pleasuring you there too so that he could feed on you better.

As your body trembled through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, Eris continued to lap at your sensitive flesh, prolonging your pleasure. He revelled in the way your body responded to his touch, the way you cried out in ecstasy, completely at his mercy.

Eris drank in your cries of pleasure, savoring the taste of your release on his tongue. As your body slowly returned to normal, he gentled his ministrations, licking and kissing your tender folds until you were relaxed and content. He withdrew his fingers from your still-quivering cunt, bringing them to his lips once more to relish the last drops of your essence.

In your dreams, the faceless man, now with horns above you brought you to the brink once more. Eris fed on your pleasure, his power growing stronger with each passing second. He could feel the energy pulsing through his veins, invigorating him, fueling his hunger for more.

"Eyes open," Eris commanded, his voice low and commanding. "Look at me as I take you again." he smirked when you opened your eyes, you were still dreaming, but like this, it almost felt like you were awake for it. He'd never fucked a woman with her eyes open, but seeing your sleepy eyes gaze up at him, send another surge of pleasure through him.

His fingers returned to your cunt, pumping in and out, coaxing another climax from your quivering form. Your cries of passion filled the air, mingling with Eris's groans of satisfaction as he drank in your essence.

You felt weak, limp in the bed as Eris positioned his cock at your entrance, shoving his cock inside you in one hard motion. He pushed into you, burying himself to the hilt inside your welcoming warmth. Your cunt fluttered around him, trying to adjust to his size, to accommodate his girth.

The sensation of being filled so completely, stretched so perfectly sent jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. He began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist, urging him even deeper if possible.

You could barely catch your breath, each movement of his hips pushing you closer to the edge. You felt lost in the pleasure he gave you. Suddenly, he flipped you over, positioning you on your hands and knees. From this new angle, he could plunge even deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every stroke.

Eris grunted with primal satisfaction as he pounded into your warm, wet cunt from behind. His thick cock split you open, stretching your tight walls around his girth with each powerful thrust. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with every stroke.

Your moans and whimpers filled the room, echoing off the walls as you surrendered to the relentless rhythm of his fucking. He reached around to rub your clit, the added stimulation sending shocks of pleasure racing through your nerves.

His claws dug into your hips, holding you steady as he pistoned in and out of your body, his tail wrapped around your neck and head, making you look up to the mirror in the room, looking into the haze of lust in your eyes. No one had enjoyed him the way you were doing. No one else's dream also held him like yours did, most would have a different form of man, but for you, your dream was of him in all his glory. You were moaning for him in your dreams. How fortunate for Eris that he found a human who wanted to be fucked stupid by a demon prince.

"You're mine now, little human," Eris growled, his voice raw with lust. "Mine to fuck, mine to drain dry. I'll fill you with my seed, mark you as mine for all eternity."

Eris's thrusts grew more erratic, his cock twitching inside you as he neared his peak. He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back as his cock plundering into your cunt ravaged it.

He roared your name as his orgasm hit. His cum erupted inside you, filling your womb with his potent seed. He continued to pump into you, milking every last drop from his throbbing cock.

As his climax subsided, Eris collapsed onto you, his weight pinning you to the mattress. He nuzzled your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. "You're perfect," he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. "My perfect little human, bound to me in dreams and reality alike."

He stayed with you all night, fucking you over and over, feeding from your energy, he let his hold go on you, and then you enjoyed his body fully conscious, Eris was smitten, the house may have been innocent, you were anything but. You rode his horns, let him choke you on his tail, and enjoyed everything he did to you, making out messily, sloppy touches everywhere.

As dawn broke, Eris finally pulled away from you, his body slick with sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. He laid beside you, with you passed out, his arm draped possessively across your waist, pulling you close against his side.

"You've been wonderful," He whispered, brushing a lock of hair from your face. His tail lazily swished between you two, occasionally flicking against your thigh in idle affection, sometimes shoving up any cum of his that excaped. "I think we might just have to do this again soon."

He kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours for several long moments before he pulled away. As much as he wanted to remain buried inside you forever, the sun's rays filtering through the window reminded him of the time. Besides, he didn't wish to accidentally kill you, and you seemed too tired.

As he made his way outside, he stopped by in the kitchen, using his magic to create a lavish meal for you when you wake up with your energy, after all, you needed good food if you were to carry his half-demon spawn inside yourself.

{General Taglist - @nox-ceur @lilah-asteria @paleidiot @dee-writes-smut @adalia-jaycee @anarchiii @alwayshave-faith @velarisnightsky444 @minnieoo}

{Eris Taglist- @fxckmiup @slut4acotar @secret-third-thing @shadowsingers-mate @fieldofdaisiies @st4r-girl-official }

[lexirosewrites]

I have never done this before and am also not a good writer, so this will probably not be good, but I can’t get this idea out of my head.

Basically omega Steve is the really popular asmr creator chirpywhispers (don’t mind the egregious name my brain could not think of anything better lol) who specializes in omegan sounds as well as affirmations for alphas to calm down. He runs a really popular patreon where his highest tear subscribers can request a specialized 10 minute video each month. Basically he’s making bank and loves what he does, it allows him to indulge in his overactive instincts until he can find the mate of his dreams. He also thinks it’s the perfect job for when he eventually has his own pack of kids and how he won’t have to worry about leaving for work or requesting off.

Jump to Eddie who is an incredibly famous alpha twitch streamer that goes by BattyMunson (I’ll be honest I have never watched the guy but I feel that Eddie gives off Jerma vibes). He started doing streaming after his last year in high school as a way to connect more with his people, nerds and lost sheep. It started off super dinky with him playing Skyrim for like 3 people, but steadily his audience grew and he became part of the top 5 creators for the platform. He plays mostly fantasy and story based games but also occasionally streams Animal Crossing and hosts live DND events. Despite being incredibly grateful it’s also an extreme amount of pressure to perform and be “on” for so many people. So much so that he starts to have health issues from all the stress, which makes him realize that he needs to find a way to regulate and manage his issues.

Cue him finding Steve’s channel and getting a full night of sleep for the first time in over a year. At first he thinks it’s some kind of fluke, there’s no way that just the whispers and chirps of some random omega could be the solution to all his problems. Yet night and night again he is met with blissful dreams and a clock that clearly says he got a full 8 hours. Within a month Eddie is subscribed to that top tier on patreon for a very pretty penny with no regrets. This is how they first start talking since Eddie has to message what his video requests are each month. It’s not long before they are talking about things outside of video requests, eventually exchanging numbers and talking all the time. The more they get to know each other the more they start falling in love, but neither of them have the guts to risk the amazing friendship they had developed.

This all reaches a climax when Eddie invited Steve to come see him at the 2024 twitchcon and spend the convention with him. Steve of course agrees and happily counts down the days till his flight. They decide to meet a day before the con in Eddie’s hotel room so that they can meet and have time together away from the prying eyes of all the fans that have been scouring the hotels and convention areas. As soon as Eddie opens the door to his room him and Steve are hits with each others scents (peaches and cream for Steve, and bourbon and maple for Eddie) and are shocked to realize that they’re scent mates. This then results in them both falling into a false heat and rut in which they decide to fully mate right then and there. Since it was only a false heat once they exchanged bites it stops and they spend the rest of the day enjoying each others company and taking about the future.

What a shock if was the next day for the world famous streamer to proudly show off his new bite and Stevie love out of the blue…and even more shocking 3 months later when he posts a positive pregnancy test on Twitter.

THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!! SLICK SUNDAY IS ALL ABOUT KEEPING STEVE HARRINGTON SPREAD 👏BRED 👏AND MOTHERFUCKING WED👏👏👏

[tangerinesgirl]

Pull Some Strings

** SPOILERS FOR ABIGAIL (2024) **

Fem!Reader x Frank/Adam Barrett (Abigail)

Word count: 1.1k

Rating: 18+, explicit

Warnings: smut, denied orgasm, GodComplex!Frank, JOI, degradion, Frank swearing a lot (as usual), pet names, vaguely non con if you squint bc mind control

Summary: You've been flirting with Frank the entire evening. He tests his new vampire powers and turns you into his puppet. Things get freaky.

Notes: this seems too good to not have been done before, I did have a search beforehand so I'm sorry if it does exist! We need more Frank smut ASAP! Also, reader has nipple piercings in this and there's use of Y/N.

You jump awake with a burning hot pain in your neck. You reach to touch the wound but you find nothing there. Memories start to play in your mind, how Frank willingly accepted the offer to be turned into a monster, while you sat on the floor helpless. You were heartbroken that he could turn into a traitor like that, after the two of you fighting so hard together, but the other part of you couldn't keep your eyes off him, seeing him covered in blood, moaning as Lambert gave him his new life. You watch in horror as he stakes Lambert through the heart, you try to grab the shelf behind you to get up, but Frank stamps on your arm, breaking it instantly. You scream as he pulls your hair, exposing your neck to him.

Frank whispers in your ear, "I'm going to make you my puppet, and we're going to have a little fun". You whimper as he pecks a little kiss on the side of your mouth, and dives his teeth into your neck. You can feel yourself getting colder, your body twitching as you loose consciousness.

*

"Y/N....you are mine"

The sound of Frank's voice lures you back awake. You're in a bedroom somewhere, but you can tell you're still in this god forsaken house. "Oh good you're awake". You look around the room instinctively trying to find the source of the voice.

"What's going on?"

"Keep up sweetheart, did you not pay attention to what happened to Sammy? Or were you too busy trying to get me to fuck your brains out?"

Your mind jumps back to how you flirted playfully with Frank the whole evening. The car ride where you were zipping your hoodie down to make your breasts pop out. When you brushed past him to open the door. The way you would look at his lips, and chew the bottom of yours every time he gave the crew orders. You found him very attractive, and the dominance was a huge turn on for you.

You sit next to him at the bar in the house, "You know, I'm very much into the hot boss scenario". Your hand brushes against his as you reach for your drink. In a split second, Frank pins your hand to the counter and grabs your neck with the other one, "You're really going to flirt with me when we have bigger fucking problems right now?"

Everyone in the group stares at you as you go bright red from embarrassment. You decide to roll with it, liking how agitated Frank is getting at your advances. Afterall you've nothing to loose, no one will know your true name after this. You moan loudly with a "oh yes, harder daddy". Frank lets you go in disgust. He spits out a "fucking whore" under his breath. You hear him and giggle, "only for you" and blow him a kiss as he walks away.

*

Your mind snaps back to reality. "I know how you like being told what to do, and I'm curious to see if this actually fucking worked first time... So...Frank says, take off your hoodie". You immediately unzip your hoodie without a moment's thought, "What the fuck?"

"Frank says undo your bra". You do as he says, part of you is very much into him finally reciprocating what you've been putting down the whole evening, even in these circumstances.

"Frank says play with your nipples". You moan as you grab your breasts and tug gently on your nipples.

"Wait I can feel something cold...do you have piercings? That's fucking hot... Frank says undo your belt". The belt clinks to the floor, you can somehow tell that Frank is doing the same, wherever he is.

"Frank says undo your buttons". You unzip your jeans, and dip your hand in further, you can feel the wetness growing in your underwear as you try and find some kind of friction.

"Frank says stop. Frank didn't say to do that now, did he?"

You shake your head.

"Use your words"

"No"

"No what?"

"No sir"

"Good girl. Now. Frank says to circle your fucking clit. Slowly"

You moan softly, it's painful for you not to do anything else right now.

"Frank says stop"

The slow orders are making you impatient, you need more of a release, "please".

"Please what?"

"I need more"

"Then you fucking wait"

You can feel Frank playing with his cock, it pains you that you can't see, but you can feel him growing hard, the pre cum on his hands. You can even hear his subtle moans as he palms himself.

"Frank says dip your index finger into your pussy".

You sigh in relief as your hand finally enters you.

"Frank says insert another finger"

You fuck yourself open, Frank can hear the sound of your wetness and swears under his breath.

"You sound fucking soaked, the sound of my voice gets you this wet huh? Now...play with your clit".

You start to do so and Frank laughs, "Frank didn't say "Frank says" now did he?"

You cry out in agitation, "Frank please".

"Nah ah, what do you call me?"

"Sorry, sir"

"That's better baby. Frank says touch your clit"

You can feel yourself getting closer, Frank can too. "I'm going to cum Fr-sir, please can I cum?".

"Frank says stop"

"No!" You whimper as you pull your hands out of you. Denying you of your orgasm makes Frank's come quicker, the power over you as well as being a newly turned vampire makes him feel like a God. He takes off his shirt as he starts to cum on his chest. You can feel the hot liquid on your chest too. Your hands feel around but there's nothing there. You're really pissed off, but still very much aroused. Frank moans as he continues to empty himself on his chest, it seems to last forever. As he finally comes to a stop, he lets out one last big moan. "Do you want to taste?"

Part of you wants to give him the silent treatment for the way he just used you, but you say "yes sir" like the good puppet you are.

Frank takes a finger of his cum off his chest and wipes it on his lips. He licks it up with his tongue. You can feel the taste slowly seeping into your mouth, you bite your lip and swirl your tongue around, lapping up every invisible drop. It's salty, with a hint of iron, but oddly creamy at the same time.

"I think that was a pretty successful test, wouldn't you say, Y/N?"

You finally find your backbone after Frank and his stupid voice turned it into mush, "Fuck you".

"Oh I will, right after I kill me a vampire"

[greatkinglulu]

okokok vi el post de juanicar, YO SUGIERO (humildemente) un imagina así bien cute donde en un stream revela q está en una relación amorosa y tdo eso para luego presentarlx (fem, male o gn) al chat recibiendo mucho amor y apoyo x parte del chat

Sorpresa

Imagina Juani Caruso x fem!character

Warning: Ninguno? Fluff.

Conteo de palabras: 850.

27 de febrero, 2024

Mensajes nuevos: Juanicar 🎀

16:27 holaa locurasss

16:27 hoy prendo a las 18, atentiss

16:29 los espero con una sorpresa 💋💋

Así se comunica Juani habitualmente en su canal de difusión de Instagram. Cada mensaje que manda, ansiosamente esperado por sus fans, recibe incontable cantidad de reacciones con emojis, a modo de respuesta. Por supuesto, hoy no fue la excepción con miles de corazones de diferentes colores, caritas felices, enamoradas y banderas de diversos países entre otros adornando cada uno de sus textos. Mucho menos cuando en el último que envía antes de desaparecer hasta el horario pactado, promete esperarlos con “una sorpresa”.

¿Una sorpresa? Esto puede significar cientos de cosas distintas. ¡Qué manera de generar suspenso este pibe!

Algunas de las hipótesis que rondan las mentes de los integrantes del fandom: ¿Anuncia una canción?, ¿Alguna participación en otra película?, ¿Capaz una serie?, ¿Y si invita a alguno de los chicos del cast hoy? ¿¡Y si aparecen todos!?

¿Y si está de novio?

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Los minutos pasan, más lento para algunos, más rápido para otros y poquitos minutos pasadas las 18:00 llega la noti de Twitch del amigo más personal de todos.

No puede y no falta el recordatorio en el canal de ig.

Mensajes nuevos: Juanicar 🎀

18:06 bebyyyysss 

18:07 ESTAMOS AO VIVO EN TWITCH.tv/juanicar_

18:07 los veo ahí para charlar un ratoo

Entrando al stream, aparece Juani con su fondo habitual, solo y con música para ambientar de su playlist de spoti, Juanicar musiquette🎀. Tiene puesta una de las musculosas que acostumbra, color blanco, que no deja mucho a la imaginación con sus brazos al descubierto. El sol que entra por la ventana le baila en la cara a medida que él se mueve y charla con miles de espectadores del otro lado de la pantalla y sus icónicos rulos se están formando después de una ducha; tiene el pelo húmedo todavía.

Después de semejante anuncio apenas hora y media antes por insta, el chat está revolucionado y quiere respuestas, pero Juani trata de no darse por aludido. Los mensajes preguntando por la sorpresa no paran de llegar y solo siguen aumentando a medida que más gente se prende al vivo.

A Juani se lo nota algo distraído, fuera de lo habitual; incluso hasta un poco nervioso. Se le escapan risitas sin motivo aparente y mira demasiado hacia un costado fuera de cámara; está pendiente del vivo y del chat, por supuesto, pero algo más llama su atención. Mira como expectante hacia un lugar que la cámara de su celu no llega a enfocar sea a propósito o sin intención.

El chat enloquece todavía más viendo esto, pero nadie está preparado para lo que se escucha apenas de fondo, mientras Juani está respondiendo alguna pregunta que se quedó muy arriba, sobre el detrás de escenas de la peli.

“Amor, ¿no viste la crema de peinar? No la encuentro.” 

Seguido una sombra apenas visible por la rapidez de su caminata, pasa por detrás de él de una esquina de la pantalla a la otra y desaparece. Juani sonríe una sonrisa enorme, se le sube un poco el color a los cachetes y solo puede asentir, tapándose un poco la cara con las manos, cuando los mensajes del stream le pegan a la sorpresa: “JUANI ESTÁS DE NOVIO?”, “JUAN IGNACIO CARUSO CÓMO NO NOS CONTAS QUE SOMOS TUS AMIGOS MÁS PERSONALES???” Son tantos, tan rápido que no llega a leerlos todos.

“¡Tranqui, ya la encontreeeé!” La voz femenina alarga la última vocal de la palabra, con un tonito algo cantado.

“Bebé,” llama él, mirando para un costado, sonriendo embobado otra vez. “¿venís un toque?” 

Se escuchan pasos a la distancia cada vez más sonoros hasta que aparece en pantalla una castaña desenredándose el pelo mojado, con una remera manga corta blanca, visiblemente grande para ella y un short azul. Él la abraza por la cintura y gesticula que se siente sobre sí. Ahí cae en cuenta: miles de personas la están viendo. “Ay no, no no. ¡Qué vergüenza! Estoy así nomás, desarreglada, amor.” Se señala de pies a cabeza. “¿Cómo me vas a pedir que aparezca así?” La chica se tapa la cara con las manos y Juani aprovecha a sentarla en sus piernas, riendo. 

Le da un beso en la frente “¿Pero qué decís? Si sos hermosa vos, bombón.” 

La observa con ojos amorosos y niega incrédulo, mordiéndose el labio; no puede creer que ella le haya dado bola. El chat no para, explota. Aman a la pareja. Exigen un nombre para formar el ship. Es hermosa. Él repite el beso, pero no en la frente.

“Sí, chicos.” Vuelve su atención a la cámara, risueño. “No, no es una canción, ni otra peli, ni serie. No viene Blas, ni Fran, ni Enzo. Sí, estoy de novio y con esta belleza. no, yo tampoco lo puedo creer. Se las presento.”

Agradece todos los buenos comentarios y deseos que llega a leer de parte de los fans, se despide y promete volver mañana.

juanicar_ ya no está en vivo.

Taglist al 08/03/2024 para fluff con Juani: @thqueerestmf @motherandloverofallfandoms @sotsfan @motley-baby @dark-122-blog @f1lover55 @jaspimirandera

N/A: Hola, Nonnie! Cómo estás? Disculpá la tardanza, lo prometido es deuda. Espero que te guste, estoy medio oxidada porque hace muchísimo no escribo, pero le puse toda la onda :).

A aquellas personas que dejaron un mensajito en el form del taglist: muchísimas gracias por sus palabras ❤️.

Nos leemos pronto!

Si querés estar en el taglist, anotate acá.

[holylulusworld]

Serve your soldier (2)

Summary: The world order changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of character’s death, mentions of enslavement, implied past dub-con, dystopian world, kind of master/servant relationship, power imbalance possessiveness, jealous Homelander, cockwarming, violence

Kink: Collars

Catch up here: Serve your Soldier

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Grunts, moans, and screams fill your ears. You hide your face in Soldier Boy’s neck, wishing you could just hide from the world.

“Hmm…feels so good being inside your wet little pussy,” he whispers in your ear. “No other hole made me feel like you do. I love fucking you, kitten.”

You wrinkle your nose at his crass words. You’re only a set of holes to him, you knew that already. But knowing hearing the words leaves his lips hit differently.

“I wasn't done talking to you!” Homelander just doesn’t get it. He plops down on the sofa next to your master, dipping his head to shamelessly stare at your stretched-out hole. “She’s got two more holes. Let me show her how a man fucks.”

“My orgy, my rules. If you don’t want to follow the rules, you can fuck off. If not, look for another hole to fill. She’s mine, and mine alone.”

“What if I split your skull?” Soldier Boy snorts at Homelander’s words. “She can find solace in my arms then, and I’ll stretch her holes so good she’ll forget about you.”

You whimper in your master’s neck. His cock twitches inside your cunt, and you fear, he’ll agree to letting Homelander touch you or worse.

“FUCK OFF!” Soldier Boy growls loud enough to make the room fall silent. Everyone stopped moving for a second to stare at their master. “She’s wearing a collar for a reason.”

Homelander scoffs. “That little ugly thing?” He grabs the collar around your neck, making you choke for a moment before he rips it off your neck. The little silver heart flies across the room, and you cry at the loss of it. Your safety, your protection is gone.

“Now she can be used by anyone,” Homelander chuckles darkly. “Let me be the first. Maybe we can share her from now on.” He hungrily stares at you. You’re shaking in fear, desperately clinging to your master.

“Do you honestly believe I’ll share my kitten with you? You’re nothing but walking STDs, you son of a bitch!” Soldier Boy growls at his opponent before he whispers something in your ear. You immediately get off his lap and kneel next to his feet.

Soldier Boy rises from his seat to size Homelander up. He hums and looks the supe up and down. “Ah, let’s start with her mouth then,” the blonde smirks when you shake your head. “A stubborn little bitch you are. Don’t believe you can get mouthy with me.”

“I said, enough!” Soldier Boy rams his fist into Homelander’s chest, sending the supe flying. He ends up breaking through a wall. “Homelander is banned from our herogasm for a lifetime. He broke the rules.

Everyone stares at you kneeling next to your master. They murmur something before going back to their orgy. No one cares about what happened. Neither would they have cared if Homelander hurt or killed you.

“Come, we will leave now. I lost my interest in this show.” Your master holds out his hand, smirking when you try to take it. He grabs you by your waist and throws you over his shoulder, laughing as his eyes land on Homelander lick some woman’s cunt.

Soldier Boy walks out of the room, and toward his penthouse at the Tower. He whistles a tune while you hang over his shoulder, scared and confused about what happened.

No supe ever hurt another supe for a mere human. They fight all the time, not to defend their pets. Cause that’s what humans are to them, nothing else—a toy or a pet to play with until they get bored.

You sniffle silently as he unlocks his home. He steps inside and slams the door shut behind him. “No crying,” he warns when he puts you back on your feet. Soldier Boy inspects your neck. You hiss but try to hide, Homelander bruised your neck. “He hurt you.”

Dropping your gaze, you nod. His fingertips carefully graze the bruises as if he wanted to memorize them. “I’m going to kill him if he ever even looks your way.”

“Why?” You meekly ask.

He huffs. “Because I say so, and he touched you. No one touches you.” Soldier Boy dips his head to press kisses to the bruises. “You’re mine, and I protect what’s mine. I’ll get you a new collar. Maybe one in your favorite color.”

“I don’t have a favorite color,” you murmur. All your life you got trained to serve the supes. Finding out which color you like was forbidden, just like everything else.

“Well, maybe we should find out which color you like then,” he whispers against your skin. “I’ll take you out for lunch, and we can look for a new collar.”

“What? I—” Speechless, you look at Soldier Boy. He must be joking, because you’re not allowed to leave the tower. It would be best if you stayed at his place like a good pet.

“New rules,” he cups your face, smirking. “I’ll show everyone my pretty kitten.” Soldier Boy presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Now, let’s wash that bastard off your body, and later, I’ll make you forget he tried to touch you…”

Tags in reblog.

[konigsblog]

OCTOBER 14TH — SOMNOPHILIAC!KÖNIG. He uses your body to cope with the reoccurring, horrifying, and haunting nightmares he has, Liebling. Forgive him, please...

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 14)

(NON-CON/DUB-CON, SOMNOPHILIA)

Sleeping beside a huge, greedy, and selfish pervert like König is risky from your past experiences. You've been awoken countless times due to his depraved touch wandering your bare skin, calloused fingertips slowly dipping into the hem of your tight, cotton panties to explore you further. You're always hushed to sleep again, with his hands retreating as he stumbles over an excuse, his breathing laborious and rapid.

Don't blame him, Mäuschen. The poor social recluse struggles with severe and haunting nightmares that traumatise his every moment, forcing him to relive these horrible memories he desperately tries to forget. He can't escape the horror of his violent crimes and the acts he's committed within his military life, the way his hands are stained with his gross and inexcusable sins. He can't scrub the grotesque and gory images from his ill mind. Touching you has become a coping mechanism. You don't mind, right? You'd do anything for your best friend, wouldn't you?

When König's dirty hands begin to wander your plush form in the middle of the night, he can't hold himself back anymore. Usually, guilt and shame keeps him from slipping his swollen, bulbous cock from his tight boxers to inch into your leaking hole. This time, the smell on your skin is hypnotising in a dangerous way. Your light breathing and the soft, quiet thrumming of your heart fills his ears. He can feel your pulse as he grabs your wrists tightly, his large hands dwarfing yours. He takes in a deep breath as he buries his face into your neck, his other hand working to remove your underwear. You're helpless and defenceless like this, too trusting of the pathetic giant beside you despite a past of being touchy-feely with your sleeping body.

“Forgive me, Mein Herz...” König mumbles through gritted teeth, preparing you for his brutality.

He presses himself against you, thick fingers wrapped around his raging boner as he spreads your creamy slit, using his own saliva as a lube to hopefully ease the splitting and horrifying ache you'll feel. You whimper quietly into your pillow as he nudges into your tight hole slowly, holding his breath as he forces his way inside your sloppy and drooling cunt. Your thighs tremble as he takes advantage of your limp body, using you to comfort himself.

Your reassurance isn't enough. He needs to feel you, to know he isn't dreaming, that he's safe beside you, even if you aren't safe beside him. His thrusts are deep and slow, and the twitching and quivering of your bottom lip tugs at his heartstrings, the voice in his rotten mind only encouraging him to continue. Fuck, he shouldn't be doing this. You'll wake up any moment now, it's inevitable, as the throbbing and pulsating ache continues and worsens.

“I’m sorry, Taube–Du weißt, wie viel mir das bedeutet.” König whispers, his fingers grasping at the crown of your skull, pushing it into your pillow as he quickens his pace, apologising profusely as you whine through confusion and drowsiness, your body writhing uncontrollably at the growing, agonising pain.

[mariamakeslemons]

Kinktober 2024: Day 30 Sex Pollen/Object Insertion

Warning: Reader is Gender Neutral, König is implied under the influence of something so mild Dub/non-con vibes retroactively

König pants heavily, his cock pulsing in his pants as he trudges through KorTac’s base. He needs to find you, his sweet little nurse. You can cure him, he knows you can. Only, when he arrives at the nursing station, he’s told you aren’t there. He huffs and leaves, not willing to let out the whine he wants to in public. Stomping through the halls, he hunts you down. König knows he’s being childish, he’s being the caveman you occasionally joke that he is. But he doesn’t care. He needs you, he needs you, heneeds you, heneedsyou,heneedsyouheneedsyouheneedsyouhenee-

“Oh fuck.” He stops, listening carefully. He’s rewarded by hearing you gasp, “Fuck, need more.” It takes him only a few seconds to figure out which room you’re in and he batters the door down.

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“Holy shit!” you yelp, covering yourself and sitting on the dildo you were using. It presses in your ass deliciously, but you can’t focus on it. Not with how König is panting in your room, his eyes wild under his hood as he prowls toward you.

“Need you, little nurse,” he rumbles, grabbing your leg and flipping you onto your back. You yelp again, only to moan when he fucks you open with the dildo still in your ass. He wiggles it around, opening you up and coaxing you into an orgasm. You cum, jerking and twitching as König drags the faux-cock from your abused hole. He thoughtlessly drops it on the floor before clamoring on your bed.

“Remember to breathe,” he orders, pulling out his terrifyingly proportionate cock from his pants. You pant and blink before screeching when he presses into your oversensitive body. König groans, dropping enough to hunch over you as hazy eyes stare blankly ahead.

“Fuuuuuuck,” you moan as König rambles in quick German, far too fast for you to really know what he’s saying. Something about ‘perfect’, ‘good tight’ and ‘wife shape’, your brain blurs it all together as just sensations that overload you.

“Take me,” König orders with a growl, one you only heard on the occasion you ended up on the field. This is no longer awkward wallflower König, this is Colonel König who knows exactly what to do. You whimper and pray that you’ll survive.

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Waking to the sunlight entering the room, König furrows his brows in confusion. His room is internal, with no window and a dingy lightbulb that swings if he bumps against one of the walls even slightly. Opening his eyes, he realizes that he is not in his room. Especially when he looks down to see you cuddling against his chest.

“A-Ah! Little nurse!” he yelps, only to flinch when you smack his bare chest sleepily.

“You fucked me all last night, the least you can do is let me sleep in,” you grumble, cuddling even closer. König flushes, his brain running as he tries to figure out what exactly he did to you last night. All he really recalls is getting sprayed with something while on the field, stumbling on to the heli to leave, then a blurry flashing of color and thought. ‘Pretty’ among them, followed by ‘mine’. König crushes you against him with another whine, barely acknowledging your hand smacking at him for air.

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Kinktober 2024.

Day 10 - sleeping beauty.

Yuu Nishinoya x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: happy birthday Nishinoya…🎉

Summary: Nishinoya is quite an adventurous man and wants to try everything, today it’s using your sleep body and tomorrow it’ll be something else.

Word count: 780

CW: NSFW and adult content, handjob, masturbation, somnophilia (fake: reader is pretending to be asleep), non-con/dub-con (fake), shower sex, mentioned of threesum, mentioned of cuckolding, edging (Noya).

Nishinoya hummed as his hand pumped his member quickly as you laid asleep in the floor in front of the heater, “You’re so pretty… so damn pretty” he grunted as his hand faltered slightly, “my sleeping beauty” he groaned as he threw his head back and squeezed his tip, he sighed deeply trying to calm himself down.

Nishinoya had been at this for hours, he’d pump himself over your sleeping face, getting himself so close to completion before pulling back, and now he had pulled back completely, he moved around your body and settled himself between your legs, lifting your legs and pulling them over his shoulders, Nishinoya pulled your underwear to the side and began slowly sliding his tip through your lips, “fuck, you’re so slick and wet” he groaned and rubbed his tip over your clit in a few quick swipes, this caused you the shift and moan.

“You naughty little thing… I bet you want it all in at once” he sighed and rubbed his tip down through your folds, you stiffened slightly as Nishinoya’s tip caught on your opening, a hiss left both of you before Nishinoya very boldly pressed his hips into you.

Nishinoya’s hips snapped quickly into you, he grunted and held your hips tightly, you shifted slightly and moaned softly, however Nishinoya’s ground and rolled his hips upward into you, suddenly you sat up and grabbed his arms, “Yuu, please Yuu… make me finished” he smiled and kissed you lips, “you’re supposed to be acting like your asleep” he smiled and you whined as you wrapping your arms around his neck, “I can’t anymore… not when you started fucking this good” you cried out and Nishinoya’s grabbed the underside of your legs, before leaving you and pushing you down into the floor, “I’m so close…” you whined and Nishinoya nodded, before he grabbed your get arms and pulled you up to his chest.

You cried out and felt yourself cumming, Nishinoya’s grunted and snapped his hips a few more times before cumming, “that was good, you’re such a sweet little actress” he hummed and pressed his lips to the side of your cheek, you chuckled breathlessly and smiled, “it was just lying there, but you made it so damn hard when you started putting it in” you sat up and watched Nishinoya as he began pealing off the used condom, he chuckled and tied off the condom before dropping it in the bin, “you know when I did this was Asahi-kun he actually fell asleep and then yelled at me when I tried to wake him” he laughed and chuckled, before standing and walking over to the bathroom, “that’s pretty funny but Asahi-kun is pretty tough looking, it’s disappointing he acts so soft” you hummed and Nishinoya nodded, before making his way to the bathroom and grabbing you, he hugged you and pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Yeah but that’s what makes him likeable, he’s sweet and it translated into the bedroom” Nishinoya hummed against your skin before pulling you into the bathroom and turning the shower on, you both stepped in and began washing each other, you turned and allowed him scrub your back with your soapy washcloth, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me into bed with your best buddy…” you turned back and Nishinoya smirked, “I wouldn’t mind seeing that, watching him stretch you down around him” he hummed and you watched his cock twitched, “I think you’d enjoy a little room” you laughed and wrapped your hand around his hardening member, Nishinoya sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right… it’d be good to watch him take you, then maybe I’ll join in” Nishinoya spoke softly as you pumped his cock, he groaned and rested his head back onto the wall of the shower, “you really wanna watch another man, bend me over and have at it” you smiled and he groaned grabbing your arm before be began thrusting his hips quickly, “yeah, you’d take it like a desperate little slut… you put on a good show for your man, huh?” He grunted and leant forward before pressing his forehead to your shoulder, he became more frantic with his thrust and he gripped your arm particularly hard, Nishinoya groaned loudly into the steamy air as he got cum spurted on your stomach, “oh yeah… that it, watch him full your abused little pussy up before tossing you to me, so I can fill you” he chuckled against your skin and you hummed in approval at the idea before you closed your eyes and enjoyed the hot water running down your back.

Kinktober Masterlist (coming soon)

Day 9 - Katsuki Bakugo: Deep throating.

Day 11 - Yamato/Tenzo: Blissful rage.