#kinktober day six

[shh-om]

k¡nktober day six - dubcon + chastity with lucifer

~1150 words

cw daddy kink , anal , non con body mod ?

The second night of the exchange program Lucifer had summoned you to his office, forced you to remove your pants and underwear. You feared the worst, this very well was a demon you were dealing with. But all he did was attach a thin metal chastity device over your clit and vaginal opening. Lucifer had secured it with a murmured spell and sent you on your way.

You stumbled to your room in a daze.

Later when you inevitably tried to pry it away from your sensitive flesh, it did not budge. You were too scared to go to Lucifer to ask, and it is far too embarrassing to talk to anyone else about.

It’s not that big a deal, you tell yourself. Maybe mastrubation is very looked down upon in the Devildom. He’ll take it off after the exchange program.

But as months went by you grew needy, the most you managed on your own was simply arousing your folds, and denying yourself any real pleasure. After crying for a bit you’d gone and confronted Lucifer about it.

“Could you remove the chastity piece?” He stares blankly at you, his pen at a standstill over his document. “Please?” You add meekly.

“Come here,” Lucifer orders, pushing away from his desk and to the side, opening up his body to the side for you to approach. Relief perks up in you and you walk over to him. Lucifer takes hold of your hips when you get close enough and drags you closer, making you stumble.

“Why would you like me to remove this?” Lucifer asks, keeping one hand on your hip, his other slipping under your shirt and down your pants and underwear, running over the warm metal.

You stumble over the words, “well, I, I don’t want it on.”

“Why? Chastity is a virtue.” Lucifer’s dexterous fingers go further down the metal, feeling where the sticky remainder of your arousal is left around your lips. “My exchange student shouldn’t lose their purity.”

“Well, uh,” you flush as his fingers touch you down there. “Is Solomon wearing one of these?”

“Don’t be silly,” Lucifer chides, ignoring your question. “Are you falling into lust? Into sin?”

“What? No, I just…” you tear up involuntarily. Embarrassment tinges at you.

“I understand,” Lucifer shushes. “You’re just a naughty little human. You can’t help it. Let Daddy help you.”

The hand on your hip tugs your pants and underwear down, and Lucifer spins you around, making you gasp in shock.

“Dirty,” you hear him mutter under his breath, dragging the slick from your protected cunt to your asshole. His finger dips inside of your ass, opening up your hole.

“L-Lucifer, what are you doing?” You protest weakly.

“Shh, let Daddy take care of you,” the timbre of his voice soothes. Warm lips press against your neck as he forces another finger into your hole. They work you open, faster than it should.

Lucifer shuffles around, shoving your chest onto his desk, sending his papers scattering. You whimper at the mild pain, but it soon turns into a sharp whine when his cock slaps against your hole. Lucifer removes his fingers and spreads your cheeks open.

Something warm and wet splats into your hole. It takes a moment to realize that Lucifer just spit onto your asshole, and you shudder.

The huge tip of his cock ghosts over your hole.

“Tell Daddy to fuck you,” Lucifer coos down at you, leaning into you to purr the words into your ear.

The words make you hesitate. The heat of his cock head disappears from your ass, and you push back up into it, chasing it.

“Please fuck me,” you speak softly.

“Hmm, who are you addressing?” His cock teases into your hole, pressing in just enough to make you hopeful.

“… Daddy.”

“Very good,” Lucifer breathes out, slowly forcing your little ass open around his huge dick. Your breathing comes in hitches and spurts as it ruins your asshole.

His hands run over the meat of your ass and it gives you something to focus on.

He gives a few slow, shallow thrusts, letting your hole get used to the size of his massive cock.

“Perfect,” Lucifer hisses out, beginning to set a harsh rhythm with his thrusts. Each time he barrels into your hole makes your body jolt and clit throb against the chastity device.

You moan deeply into the wood of his desk, clenching around his cock. His cock moves smoothly in and out of your hot hole, aided by the bit of pre that dribbled into your ass.

“Daddy, please,” you sob out, attempting to rut against his desk. Sticky tears cling to your face as you’re bounced desperately against his pelvis. The thick cock he’s speared in your ass isn’t enough.

Your little clit needs stimulation, you’re so so close.

“Please, daddy, let me touch my clit,” you whine pathetically into his desk.

“My little human should know better,” Lucifer hums, running a leather clad hand through a brief dip in your soaking folds.

“Daddy,” a cry escapes you at his touch. You attempt to shift yourself to make his touch dip deeper inside of you, just a little more pleasure. Just a little more.

Then, a harsh slap to your metal clad cunt. “Naughty little one. You should know better.” Lucifer growls. With one of his hands he gathers both of yours and holds them behind your back. His hips continue pistoning into your asshole.

“Daddy has to keep his little human pure,” Lucifer purrs out, pressing his hips flush to your ass. He’s bottomed out his cock inside of you.

Lucifer’s thrusts are brutal and you sob with each one, pathetically whimpering for release. Each time you whine for him, the closet he gets. It’s so terribly arousing knowing he derives pleasure from denying you.

“Please,” you whine into his desk, staining the papers under your face.

“Daddy’s close,” Lucifer’s hips slam into your ass before stilling, then in a few quick spurts burning hot semen fills your ass. Slowly he drags his cock out of your hole, running his finger over the little bit of cum that dribbles out. “There we go…” he groans.

You gasp against his desk, trying to catch your breath. Lucifer tugs your pants and underwear back up over your sweaty legs, and secures the hem of your underwear over your hips before sitting in his chair and tucking his cock away.

When you manage to stand up, you turn to him. “So will you take it off?”

“No,” he says casually, smoothing down the front of his pants.

“But we- we had sex.” You stutter out, shifting in your soiled clothes uncomfortably.

“Anal doesn’t count, silly,” Lucifer chuckles to himself. Upon seeing your eyes begin to water again he pulls you into his lap. You begin to unabashedly sob into his chest.

“I know, I know,” he comforts, petting your hair. Underneath you, his cock twitches.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me lemon #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer smut #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me demon culture #kinktober day six #kinktober 2023 #obey me kinktober

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY SIX: Begging w/ Tess Servopoulos

a/n: DOUBLE UPLOAD GUYS YIPPIE!!! Here's more wlw content because I was absolutely determind to somehow manage to slip Tess in here if it was the last thing I did. I need to write for her more tbh sigh.

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If there was one thing that Tess knew how to play, it was the long game. She didn't care about how long she had to wait, because in the end, she knew she'd always win. Always. So, you could deny her for however long you wanted; you could deny how you felt about her until your face went blue, because she knew that eventually you'd give in, and you did.

She had to admit, it did take her by surprise with how long it took to get you under her, but she enjoyed the chase. There were a lot of things that would keep her on her toes, but none of that adrenaline compared to the moments where you'd let her continue her tantalizing touches down your body before taking her hands off of you.

When you had allowed her to continue to the hem of your pants — where you'd usually stop her — she was taken aback. She heard your mischievous laughter at her surprise.

"What?" You breathlessly asked with a smirk, "Scared?" She raised a brow at your teasing, tongue poking the inside of her cheek. So, you wanted to be a brat? She could work with that. The idea that she had no idea what you were like in bed enticed her even more, but if it was anything like the way you were acting now? 

Oh yeah, she was going to fucking devour you.

"Fuck, Tess!" You whined. Your hips jumped at the feeling of the pads of her fingers lightly tracing your labia. Whenever she trailed over your clit she'd put excess pressure on it before trailing down to your leaking entrance, where she'd act like she was about to penetrate you before starting her teasing all over again.

"Don't tease." The squeaky complaint slipped through your lips before you could think about it. 

A sharp slap on your clit caused your legs to try and flutter shut, but Tess' shoulders were holding them open. 

"You don't get to boss me around." She said sternly, her already raspy voice extra gruff with a layer of lust. You gasped at the stinging feeling, watery eyes looking down at her.

"Sorry, 'm sorry."

She hummed thoughtlessly at your apologies. Her two fingers became a thumb when she finally decided to massage your bundle of nerves. A cry wretched itself from your throat. It was a mix of relief and overstimulation due to the amount of foreplay, most of it revolving around barely there touches after she had stripped you bare.

"Think you can boss me around after denying me this sweet pussy for so long." She mumbled to herself. Your face lit ablaze at her words, stomach twisting excitedly when you felt the tip of her middle and ring finger prod at your entrance. 

You were going to be honest, the only reason you had denied her for so long was because you enjoyed the chase. No one had worked so hard for you before, and her insistence had led to your walls slightly crumbling, allowing her to kiss and touch on you before pulling her hands off your body with a smirk.

Tess was a dominating woman, the best smuggler in the field compared to Joel, so having her trailing and yearning after you almost seemed too good to be true.

"Ah!" You squeaked. Her callused digits entered you roughly, leaving no room for mercy as she stretched open your pussy. There was little pain compared to the pleasure, fire coursing through your veins when she'd harshly caress your g-spot.

"Tess, Tess, Tess…" All you could do was chant her name like a prayer, but the way you said it all out of breath was pure sin. She had been on a mission to fuck you stupid, to teach you that bratty shit doesn't slide with her — even though you're more than welcome to do it again.

All you could do was claw at her bare shoulders, the only thing covering her upper body being her beat up, old white tank top that made her look insanely attractive.

"C'mon, honey. I know you can give it to me." She cooed with a smirk on her face. 

If she could get you like this, Tess wouldn't mind being denied, and just waiting a little bit longer.

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[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2023 Day Six

Love Bites

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Soap linked his fingers together around Ghost’s neck, the skin warm under his palms as he tried to pull Simon even closer to him. Ghost grunted into the kiss, a warning as Soap toyed with the mask, riled up on the back of Ghost’s head from where he’d pushed it over his nose so that he and Soap could mash their mouths against each other’s. Soap held on tight to Ghost’s neck as Ghost pawed frustratedly at his gear, wanting access to more of Soap’s skin, which was sealed away inside the tactical suit. 

Ghost’s kisses were leaving Soap breathless, his knees weakening as Ghost used every part of his body to cage Soap against the wall. Soap was desperate for more, chasing Ghost for his kisses, his own need to breathe be damned. 

Soap couldn’t get enough of Ghost. He would take everything Ghost would give him. He’d told him that so many times; so why was Ghost catching himself, pulling away from Soap a moment too soon, yet again?

“Ghost…” Soap’s voice rasped. 

So did Ghost’s, “shut the fuck up, Johnny. Don’t start that shit again, not now. We don’t have the time.”

“Bullshit, we do.” 

“It’s fucking weird, Soap. Just… leave it.” 

“What is? That I want to know why my boyfriend suddenly stops kissing me?” Soap braced his legs against the floor, pushing himself up as tall as he could, under the circumstances. 

“The thing… the thing that I stop myself doing is weird.” 

“Says you.”

“Because it is weird, that’s not up for debate.” 

“I like weird.” 

“No, you don’t.”

“I like you, Simon…” Johnny pressed himself close to Ghost, “is that not proof enough?”

“You’re a wanker.” 

“So are you. Now, what’s up?”

“No. You’ll fucking hate it, and think I’m weird, and we won’t be able to keep doing this.”

“Tell me, or we won’t keep doing this, regardless.”

Ghost drew in a sharp breath, his lips parted as he stared down at Soap.

“You walked into that one, Si. Now, talk to me.”

Ghost’s tongue darted out between his lips, catching on his teeth before he dropped his head down so far that Soap couldn’t see his eyes. 

“I like… biting. Stuff. Not hard, like I’d hurt you, or anything. Just… enough to feel something between my teeth…” He shook his head, his grip loosening on Soap. “And now I sound like a fucking serial killer.”

“Biting’s not that weird, Si.” 

“Yes it is.” Ghost twisted his head to the side as Soap tried to cup his chin.

“Nothing wrong with having an oral fixation. Or marking things that belong to you.”

Ghost snorted lightly. “Shut up.”

“Nah. Bite me.” Soap managed to grab Ghost’s chin, and pushed his head up. “Go on.”

Ghost parted his lips, his tongue held between his teeth, eyes fixed on Soap’s lips. “You sure?”

“If I have to tell you again…” 

“Fucking hell, I get it.” Ghost muttered, pulling the mask off entirely before grabbing Soap’s face to hold him still so Ghost could get Soap’s bottom between his teeth, gently nipping at it. When Soap didn’t protest, he went back in, tugging on it, and again, harder, before letting it go and kissing him.

“Better?”

“... Want more.” 

“Do we have time for more?”

“Some of us can keep it in our pants, Soap.” Ghost ground his hips forward against Soap’s, the tight suits doing nothing for Soap’s erection. “Just from that? You’re easy.”

Soap shoved his hips right back. “You do it to me.”

“You asked.”

“You want more.”

“Yes, I do.” Ghost pulled Soap’s head forward, shoving his face into Ghost’s shoulder as Ghost reached around his head to undo the neck of Soap’s tactical gear. He pulled it down to find the skin between Soap’s shoulder and neck, running his lips over it before widening his jaw and biting down. 

Soap whined, still pushing his body against Ghost as he took a hold of Soap’s chin and tilted his head to the side, giving Ghost better access to his skin as he looked for a new place to bite, rolling his tongue against the skin both before and after to soothe him. 

Soap was rutting against Ghost’s thigh, apparently so desperately turned on by being fucking bitten, that Ghost felt stupid that he’d ever hesitated to tell him. He stroked the side of Soap’s face, too fixed on leaving marks that would bruise on Soap’s skin to stop and talk Soap through what he was doing. Soap would just have to make do with Ghost’s leg, which was wedged firmly between Soap’s own, allowing him to take care of himself, which he was doing, as he had started clutching Ghost’s shoulders. 

Soap’s neck was so damn biteable. Fucking hell, there he was being weird again. Ghost cupped Soap’s head again, rolling it over to the other side, Soap’s eyes fluttering closed as he struggled to maintain his rhythm on Ghost’s thigh, especially when Ghost bit down on the other side of his neck. Ghost stayed there, holding Soap close to him in every way possible, until half a second later as Soap’s body seized under him. Ghost let go of him, startled as Soap shoved his own hand over his mouth to hide his groans. He might have been able to do that, but he couldn’t hide that he’d just cum in his pants. 

Ghost chuckled, leaning down to nibble on Soap’s fingertips as Soap rode it out, gladly taking the fingers inside his mouth when Soap pushed them in as he relaxed. 

“Fucking hell, you look good sucking on my…”

Ghost carefully bit down on Soap’s fingers for a second, a warning as he met Soap’s eyes. 

“Not going to be visible. The marks.”

“They will be tomorrow. Unless you plan on wearing this for the rest of your life.” Ghost pushed Soap’s fingers out of his mouth with his tongue, stepping away from Soap as he pulled the mask back on. 

“Keep that up and I just might.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Johnny.” 

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #cod kinktober #cod #cod mw2 #mw2 #cod soap #cod ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #love bites #kinktober day six

[faetxlity]

Kinktober Day 6: Lingerie

#kinktober day six #eddie munson #my art

[pleasantspark]

it’s his cycle by Brxkxn_Fxxth for Blightcon (@blightcon & @xgive-it-a-whirlx)

Fandoms: The Transformers (IDW Generation One)  

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Other

Tags:

Whirl (Transformers)/Rose (Self-Insert)

Whirl (Transformers)

Rose (Self-Insert)

Whirl Being Whirl

Mating Cycles/In Heat

Heat Cycles (Transformers)

Valves (Transformers)

Valve Plugs (Transformers)

based off a roleplay

Semi-Canonical Character

Interface in the comforts of his habsuite

Using my own Kinktober 2022 prompt list

otp

OTP Feels

OTPtober

Transformers Kinktober 2022

Brxkxn_Fxxth Kinktober 2022

Kinktober 2022

Kinktober

Prompt: Heat Cycles/In Heat

Summary:

whirl always dreads his heat cycles, and when they arrive he always locks himself in his habsuite to take care of it himself. but whirl is visited by the liaison rose, and he is unsure how much longer he can control his urges before he snaps. kinktober day six: heat

Series

Part 6 of Kinktober 2022 

Part 7 of Self Insert Stuff 

Part 7 of Transformers 

Part 5 of Transformers MTMTE 

Part 2 of Tumblr Roleplays Turned Fanfictions 

Part 3 of Roleplays Turned Fanfictions

Whirl didn't wait for a response, instead, he opened his panel and his spike depressurized fairly quickly this was to be expected after all, since he was being a needy bastard at the moment. 

"Alright, do you know what this is?" Whirl asked. 

"Yes, it's a spike, Mr. Ratchet told me about the cyberbirds and cyberbees." Rose responded. 

'Good, at least she knows what a spike is, nice to know I'm not dealing with a Tailgate 2.0.,' Whirl thought to himself  'Although she refers to Ratchet as Mr. Ratchet like a kid, gross.' Whirl adds, and he waits for Rose to do something. 

"Well, are ya going to stand there, or are ya gonna fuck me until I pass out?" Whirl asked, impatient as ever. 

Rose looked back up. "U-Um... Um... What do I do? Ratchet told me a lot about it, so I am quite familiar. But... I need assistance." Rose admits. Whirl let out a groan at this. 

He has to take control or his heat will never be satisfied. So with a pained grunt, he gets up. "W-Whirl what are you do-" Rose starts.

"Get on the berth." 

"What?" 

"Are ya deaf? I said get on the berth."

"O-Okay." Rose got on the berth and opened her panel so she wouldn't make Whirl mad. 

"Spread your legs." 

Rose spreads her legs and she saw Whirl opened his panel and his spike came out. He slowly places his spike in her valve shuddering with pleasure as his fans act up. 

He retracts his spike and rubbed it a bit, some overload coming out, pre-transfluid exited his spike. He mumbled and shoved his spike in once more. He shuddered and started to thrust in and out of Rose. Picking up pace. 

His processor was becoming fuzzy as he was becoming light headed, his fans were trying their damn near best to keep up with him. He really needs to give them a raise. 

Rose on the other servo was quite intrigued in this feeling, she felt like she was special like she can do anything.

Whirl continued to pound into her, grabbing her arms and bounding them with his claws, he was desperately humping inside of Rose trying to get the burning feeling to disappear completely, he hated being unsatisfied.  

But seeing as this was a new thing for him to engage in, he finally could relieve this aching feeling, although it being with the Liasion, little mx. perfect who could do no wrong. 

But no worries, what's a little manipulation anyways? 

#transformers #transformers idw #transformers mtmte #mtmte #idw mtmte #maccadam #mtmte whirl #tf whirl #whirl #I was aware I was supposed to post this yesterday but I was struggling #kinktober day six #kinktober #kinktober: heat #. 🎃 ; kinktober 2022 #. 💞 ; txt #. 💕 ; fanfiction.jpg

[jackwolfes]

Wesper // Six of Crows // 1117 words // E rated @kinktober2023 Day 4: Rimming [all kinktober fills]

Wylan Van Eck always has something good to say about his boyfriend’s mouth. 

He has always thought it's particularly well shaped. It curves just right into a smile and looks handsome even when Jesper frowns, and it's soft, too. Wylan likes looking at it, even if sometimes that makes him blush a little more than a respectable mercher ought to. He flushes sometimes just thinking about kissing that mouth, but actually doing it? Ghezen. 

Kissing Jesper and his perfect mouth is wonderful. It’s addictive, especially on the nights Jesper hovers above him while he lies back on their bed. It's even better when Wylan can hardly even move for the fact Jesper has him pinned down, and best when Wylan has no choice but to take Jesper's mouth however he sees fit. And take it he does — eagerly, readily — with adoration and eagerness in every kiss. 

But this is something else entirely. 

He hadn’t been completely inexperienced the first time he kissed Jesper, nor the first time Jesper got his hands on his hips and asked to open his trousers. It's just that Wylan hadn't done a lot. He'd kissed boys before and let one awkwardly play around with a hand in his trousers, but it hadn't been very good. It had been clumsy, a little awkward. Unsatisfactory. 

This isn’t anything like that. 

This is the utter definition of satisfaction. It is Wylan on his hands and knees on their bed, looking down at his soft pile of pillows and struggling to think about anything but Jesper's mouth on his body. His mind is blissfully blank, thinking only of what Jesper is doing behind him. 

Ghezen, he thinks, oh, Ghezen. 

Jesper’s mouth on his body — on his — in — back there — might just be the best thing Wylan has ever felt. It's embarrassing how much he likes it, but he really likes it. 

Wylan shifts his knees further apart, rocking backwards into the palm Jesper placed on his ass cheek. Those broad hands spread him and give Jesper all the room he needs to toy and tease with glorious obscenity. He whines, wanting more so badly his cock throbs. Jesper doesn't offer more. He doesn't even laugh. 

Instead he leaves another wet kiss to the pucker of Wylan's hole, tongue darting out to tease the sensitive nerves. 

Wylan hadn’t known what to think the first time Jesper had suggested it. He certainly hadn't ever thought he’d like it so much. But Jesper offered it casually after fucking Wylan hard enough to make catching his breath a struggle, turning onto his side and saying, can I use my mouth on you next time? Not on your cock, on your— and he'd been drawing shapes on Wylan’s stomach all the while. No pressure.  

Now there's nothing but pressure, building in the core of Wylan's stomach. He moans, squeezing his eyes shut tight. This time Jesper does laugh, a little bit, sounding breathless, but he doesn't stop his dedicated ministrations. When he readjusts his hands he allows his thumb to dip low, teasing Wylan's hole and pushing the very end of it in. Wylan sobs. He feels dirty and scandalised and embarrassed and so pleased with all of it, knowing that these are all the reasons he loves it so much. He's been turned on since Jesper told him to clean extra well for tonight, because the promise in Jesper's voice gave away what was coming and only meant one thing. Scandal, mortification, satisfaction. Now Wylan is dazed and certain he'll come untouched before Jesper even fingers him properly. 

With a gratified hum Jesper pushes closer, burying his face in Wylan's ass like he loves it. Wylan feels stubble and a smile, pressing against his most sensitive nerves. Jesper knows he's sensitive. He's exploiting that. 

They both know Wylan won’t come until Jesper reaches around him and touches his cock, because he has never once come untouched and probably never will (even though Jesper leans in with a wicked glint in his eye sometimes while fucking him and offers to try and make him). It never works, though, and Jesper always concedes before tugging an orgasm out from Wylan with a hand on his cock, but maybe— maybe— 

Jesper pulls away just long enough to spit, dirty and wretchedly glorious, right on Wylan's hole, and Wylan's arms buckle beneath him. There’s tension in his spine, and very little else keeping him upright, and he chokes on the next noise falling from between his teeth. Jesper laughs, and before he leans in with his lips again he presses the tip of his forefinger against Wylan's pucker. Then he pushes in — slowly — and leans down to add his tongue in alongside it. 

Wylan jerks his body against Jesper's face, sobbing out a plea. He feels Jesper's other hand wrapping around his front, pressing flat on his stomach then drifting firmly down. Wylan's hips jerk without him meaning for them to, sending his body back against Jesper's finger and tongue, urging them deeper and wanting to cry when they oblige. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes—" 

"Mmhhn—"

"Jesper— please—" 

Never in his life has Wylan come untouched but the knowledge of his lover's face buried in his ass because he loves it that much paired with the final pointed insistent press of a finger against his prostate turns out to be the key. So wrapped up in the slick feeling of Jesper's mouth Wylan finds himself closer than he knew, and when Jesper starts rubbing at his prostate Wylan chokes again and feels himself hurtling over the edge of an orgasm. 

He cries out — Jesper swears, although it's muffled — and then a warm palm is wrapping around his cock to see him through. Wylan shouts, elbows and knees finally crumpling as s pleasure tears through him, still fixating on the broad sweep of a tongue over such a sensitive place. Then he collapses, ending the night completely ass up and heaving for breath.  

Slowly, Jesper pulls away. Wylan twists in time to catch his eye, although half his face is covered by his hand, wiping away spit. When he pulls it away, Wylan sees a bright smile on his lips. 

"Didn't know you could come untouched," he teases. 

Wylan exhales. "I didn't either." 

It makes Jesper chuckle, which makes Wylan pleased. "Wanna find out what else this gorgeous body can do?"

A thrill dances up Wylan's spine, and he smiles. He does — he always does — but right this second, it isn't his priority. 

"Right now," he says, "I want to return the favour. You cleaned earlier, right?"With fondness in his eyes, Jesper's smile grows, and Wylan knows to take that as the yes it is.

#the really ironic about this fill is that when i first planned for kinktober i saw that day 4 was 'prostituion' #& decided to do a wesper fic. except that's now 20k words and counting and still unfinished #anyway first wesper of the month! woo! #wesper #soc #six of crows #wylan van eck #sab netflix #jesper fahey #crooked kingdom #dgb does kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023

[shadowofroses]

Kinktober Day 6: Blindfold

Demon Slayer

Pairing: Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

Warnings: Kinktober, Overworked Kyojuro, Blindfold, Oral, , Kinda Role reversal.

Ao3

Summery: He's just been overworking himself lately. Only his wonderful wife could think of ways to help take the edge off of things.

Story:

You and Kyojuro were just getting ready for Tengen’s Birthday/Halloween party. The two of you had a couple hours before hand, however Kyojuro had just been so stressed out, from work, grading papers, essays, going to the gym to keep fit, running around to help his family. This was his Friends birthday Party, he had to be there! He hadn’t even picked out a costume. Usually he did that way back in August. 

The man really needed a break. You hugged him from behind as he took his shirt off, he hummed in response covering your hands with his. You kissed his back and you felt him physically shudder from it. “I love you.” You said, making the man turn around in your arms and kissing you, softly yet firmly, one of his hands cupping the back of your head as he held his other at your waist keeping you in one place. 

Kyojuro pulled away with a soft smile, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you too.” He watched as your eyes glittered with mischief, and while he normally loved your mood swings, this was something he didn’t think he had the energy to keep up with. Feeling bad that the two of you hadn’t been intimate in a while! “My love…”

You shook your head, and took him by the hands and sat him on the bed. “Shh….” You cupped his face with a loving look in your eyes, “You’ve been stressed lately, I want to take care of you.” You pulled one of his silk ties out, “May I?”

Kyojuro blinked, wondering what you were going to do with the tie, he nodded. You moved and tied it around his head, blocking out his sight. He laughed, “What is this for my Flame?” 

“Stand back up for a moment.” You lowered your voice a little, hoping to sound a little sexy. Kyojuro obeyed, “Drop your pants and boxers.” He gulped and did so. Having you in charge he had no problem with, however it didn’t happen often. “Sit back down my Love.”

If his blindfold was off, he would be looking at you with wonder and hooded eyes. You leaned forward, kissing his lips, of which he received eagerly. You licked down his jaw till you met with his nape, you licked, and kissed the area as if trying to make out with his skin, your hands trailed up playing with the baby hairs along the back of his neck. Kyojuro whined as you bit down. “(Na….name)…” one of your hands trailed down to lightly pinch one of his nipples. 

You smiled, and you rubbed your nose against his. You raised your voice so he could continue to hear you. As you palmed his half erection, “I’m going to need you to be a good boy for me Kyo.~” He only groaned, his cock twitched in your hand, you kissed him on the lips again, before lowering yourself to the floor, and rubbing your cheek against his cock. “Try to keep your hands to yourself Handsome, and I’ll reward you after the party. Okay?” 

Kyojuro whined at the thought of not being able to touch you as you gave his cock kitten licks from the base to the tip of his cock, licking up some of the precum that was licking out. “But…I want you to feel good too.” 

You gave a crooked smile at that, “I’m not worried about me, you take care of me so much Kyo. Let me take care of you.”

You looked up seeing a smirk on your husband’s face. “You can take care of me by sitting on my face!” 

You laughed at that. Loving the fact that he seemed more lively. “No! I want to savor your cock and taste your cum. I can do that right Honey?” You exclaimed before kissing the tip of his cock.  Kyojuro felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. “If you have enough energy after the party I can sit on your face Good Looking.”

You slowly started to take more and more of his cock into your mouth, playing with his balls with one hand and using your other to grip the shaft that you haven’t been able to fit quite yet. Each time you lowered your mouth you went to take a little more. Pulling up with a sucking motion, and trying something new, firmly having your tongue against him while pulling up in a twisting motion. 

Kyojuro gasped out your name, and something he rarely ever said. “Fuck…” 

You felt yourself get wetter, however you ignored it, focusing on him, and moving faster. While you knew he had stamina to last a while, you knew this was something a little new. With you trying to be in charge. He hardened quite fast, and he was twitching so much. 

You reached up and pulled off his blindfold tie. Kyojuro’s eyes locked onto yours as you forced yourself to take his whole cock.

Kyojuro cried out and filled your mouth. You raised yourself off his cock to gulp down the salty yet sweet taste of his cum considering he’s been eating a lot of fruit lately. You continued to lick his cock to clean him up. 

When you finished you stood up, staring at him lovingly to have him stare back with just as much ferocity. You reached to his cheek and kissed him. “You were so good for me…”

Kyojuro couldn’t remember ever orgasming that fast. Without warning he pulled you on top of him, before whispering into your ear, “Now, you need to be a good girl for me…” You shivered feeling him bite on your nape lightly, before blowing on the area. 

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to be a little late to the party? 

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #mdni #kny x reader #kyojuro x you #kyoujurou x reader #demon slayer x you #Kinktober #Day six

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

October 26th: voyeurism

Jake Park x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Jake watching you get off, you masturbating outside, you end up knowing about him watching you. Ends with a possibility of sex (i.e. reader offering to help Jake out with his "problem")

It was a rather quiet night in the woods when you decided to sneak off to a more secluded area from your camp. The air was bitterly hot, sweat coated your barely covered body as leaned against a tree.

The intense haze of lust filled your body as you began to undo your shorts, pulling them down your legs as your underwear joins in on the small pile around your ankles. You can feel the light gust of went against your pantless pelvis as you let out a quiet groan.

You knew that this was most likely not a good idea to do. Especially knowing that there might be other survivors who might accidentally stumble over to see you. Or perhaps a stray killer stalking you while you're releaving yourself. Worse case scenario, the entity deciding that it's time for you to be in the next game.

'If I'm stuck in literal purgatory, I might as well release some of my tension.' You thought to yourself as your hand danced around your thighs before touching your crotch.

Unbeknownst to you, a familiar set of brown eyes were quietly watching your every movement with such intensity. Jake didn't mean to watch you masturbate, that was not what he expected.

Jake's intention was to make sure that you were alright since you snuck out into the woods. He wasn't disappointed by any means to be watching how your hand touches that sensitive area of your body.

If Jake was to be completely honest, he was getting hard just by watching you get yourself off. His mind begins to wonder off, imagining all the potential fantasies that you may have that's causing you to be sitting below a tree, pleasuring yourself.

It was obvious when you heard the quiet footsteps hitting the leaf covered grass that you were being watched. A sensation of lust and fear fueled your arousal more as you wondered who's watching you.

Hearing the soft breaths of Jake and seeing his shoes from a distance, you decided to give him a show with the most pornographic moans you could muster up of his name. You decided to try your luck and call out to Jake.

"Jake, i know you're watching me. Why don't you come over here and we can help each other out with our problems."

A smirk spread on your lips as you waited for his response. 'You little fucking minx.' He thought to himself, his eyes darken lustfully as he was quick to join you, undoing his pants faster than he's ever done.

#queendees kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022: day twenty six #jake park imagines #jake park x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dbd imagines #dead by daylight imagines #gender neutral reader #dees lemonade

[itsohh]

Kinktober 2022

Decided last night to try kinktober for the first time. I’ll be going off the “offical” list. I may turn some request’s into part of this if they fit or I might not. Anyones welcome to request a certain character for a day if you like. Please state clearly if it's for kinktober as I will continue normal requests. Below the cut (NSFT MDNI) is the plan + list which I will be updating as the month goes. If theirs a dash next to the day it means I haven’t got anything planned, I might put something in there at a later date or have it as a catchup / break day. Check out the rules before requesting.

List is subject to change.

Masturbation - Glaz gn/m

Daddy - Thermite gn/m

Knife play - Caveira w/w

Sex Toys - Ash request w/w

Gags - Thatcher request gn/m 

Lingerie

Formalwear - Blitz w/m

Pegging - Caveira gn/w

Praise - Kapkan gn/m

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Orgasm denial

Sensory deprivation - Fuze gn/m

Public - Warden w/m

Stockings - Thermite k-request gn/m

Intercrural (Did that on 14 whoops)

Roleplay - Doc k-request gn/m

Stripping

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Exhibitionism / Voyeurism - Lion k-request gn/m

Edgeplay (decided I’m not a fan)

Body worship - Tachanka  k-request gn/m

Bondage - Kapkan gn/m

Deepthroat / facesitting - Ash gn/f

Size difference - Tachanka  k-request f/m

Mirror

Uniform - Blitz k-request gn/m

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Tentacles - Doc k-request gn/m

Medical (did that in 16 and I’m not diving more into this)

Free

Tittyfuck

#r6s #rainbow six siege #theres no such thing as an offical list #maybe I guess the orginal one is #anyway #I have changed / added in some that line up in days where I like multiple prompts or whatever #I'll say if something gets requested so ya'll know if I got it / if its been taken #kinktober #kinktober2022

[ana-swritings]

Kinktober 2022 - Day 26

Day 26 of Kinktober

Kink: Hand Around Throat

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Pairing: Matthew Casey x OFC (Kaylee)

Words: 940

T.W.: N/A

Summary: Pretty boy has a kink

Kaylee had been teasing him all day. They had been stuck at the firestation pulling double shifts and Kaylee thought it would be funny to tease and flirt with Matt, leaving him to try and conceal how turned on he was. Matt knew that he had to keep his body in check, but that was hard to do when she looked like that, plus brushing her ass against his cock every chance she’d get.

They were on their dinner break and Kaylee hadn’t stopped with the flirting and the innuendos. He wanted her so badly, it hurt. Passing through a storage room, on their way to the mess hall, she made a split-second decision. Shoving him inside, Kaylee quickly closed and locked the door and shoved him against the wall. She kissed him with a hunger that had been building up between them the whole day and he kissed her back with the same intensity. Matt wanted her just as much as she did him.

Kaylee lowered her hands towards the pants of his uniform and began unzipping them, pulling his cock out and stroking him, making him moan in pleasure against her lips. Matt could feel the smirk she had on her lips as she continued to kiss him. The more she stroked, the more he wanted to fuck her.

Suddenly, she stopped and took a step back, looking him up and down, seeing her Captain all hot and bothered by her touch. Kaylee looked straight into his eyes and gave him an evil smirk before kissing the corner of his mouth and moving towards the door, the action clear to Matt that she was ready to leave.

That’s when it happened. He had been holding on all day, and now that there was the possibility of release, she was clearly only teasing him even more. Matt didn’t know where it came from, but he suddenly grabbed her arm and shoved her against the wall, asking her where she thought she was going. When she smirked back at him and said she was going to have dinner in her most innocent voice, it was over.

Keeping her under his arm, pressed against the wall, with his other arm he reached around her and undid her pants, pulling them and her underwear down in one swift move. He was half expecting her to protest, but when she didn’t stop him, he knew they were both past the point of no return.

Matt pulled her hips towards him, leaning her against the wall just enough for him to have access to her entrance. Aligning himself with her, he gave a harsh thrust forward and was completely inside of her. She moaned his name loudly and that was when he lost the little self-control he still had.

Grabbing her by the throat with one hand and squeezing it just enough to get her attention, he pulled her back a little and told her that now he was going to punish her for what she had done to him all day. Digging the fingers of his other hand on her hip, he began thrusting inside of her, as hard as he could, her moans making him thrust harder and faster with each one.

Soon, the only sounds he could hear was her moaning his name, begging him to fuck her harder and faster, and the sound of skin hitting skin.  He loved feeling how her insides wrapped around his cock. How it was a perfect fit. How she would squeeze his cock with her pussy, making him dangerously close to coming.

Matt felt her come over and over again, her nails scratching at the wall in front of her, pleads coming out of her lips to not stop until he came. So, he just kept going. She was tight, which made him want to fuck her even harder. With each stroke he would touch her core and he saw her arching her back towards him, moaning in pleasure.

Matt felt himself getting close to hit his own peak and he let her know. A plea to come inside of her and to fill her up with his cum, reached his ears in between moans. He fucked her as fast and as hard as he possible could. He felt her insides cramping and wrapping around his cock, as she hit her own peak, and soon he was giving her what she wanted. Coming inside of her, he felt her wrapping around his cock, sucking every last bit of cum that she possibly could.

Resting his head on her shoulder, Matt kept her in place against the wall, letting go of her throat and allowing Kaylee to catch her breath and regain her strength. Once they both got themselves centered, he slipped out of her and turned her around to face him, kissing her while making sure she was okay and that he didn’t hurt her. Kaylee quickly told him she was fine and that he didn’t need to worry, a soft and sweet smile on her lips, right before kissing him and telling him she loved him. He told her that he loved her too, before helping her pull her clothes back up and adjusting himself inside his pants and opening the door so they could leave for the mess hall.

On their way there, Matt was surprised how no one heard them, nor tried to open that door, but he was grateful that no one did. It would be awkward to explain what they were doing there. All he knew was, no, he was sure that they would be doing that again. Definitely.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY TWENTY-SIX: Voice Kink w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: Hello, friends!! I don't have a lot to say for today, just that I hope you guys are doing well and I appreciate all of your support recently!! :]

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Sometimes waking up is a curse.

No, it wasn't because of the dead walking around the walls outside at every hour of the day, nor the constant feeling of looming dread; it was because every single morning without fail, Daryl would set some sort of blaze inside of your body alive. Either that be when his hands accidentally latch onto your tits or ass, or when he just speaks.

"Mornin'." He grumbled. He turned to bury his head in your chest, his scruff scratching at the sensitive skin of your neck. You shivered, your leg that was wrapped around him tightening on instinct.

It was also his voice, the one that could speak so sweetly to you, but at the same time whisper the dirtiest things into your ear while he had you bent in half.

"Morning." You squeaked out tightly. Your greeting forced his head from your body, his smoldering eyes gazing up at you.

"Wha's wrong?" He asked, the arm that was wrapped around you opting to hold on to your hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the exposed skin. Though you weren't wearing any pants, your shirt had ridden up, exposing the stretch mark tattered skin.

"Nothing." His eyebrow quirked slightly, letting you know that he doesn't believe you. With a huff your head sagged against your pillow, opting to take a piece of his hair and twirling around your finger. Your skin flushed at the words of admittance that were about to come out of your mouth.

"I dunno—" You shrugged in feign nonchalance. "I don't want you to feel pressured and it's early and I know you just woke up and—" He said your name. "Yer ramblin'. Jus' tell me sunshine." He said lovingly. "Your morning voice is really hot and I may or may not be extremely turned on."

"Is tha' so?" He asked teasingly. That same hand that moved to hold your hip now gripped your ass, the man pressing your lower halves closer together. You held back a whimper when you came in contact with his bare thigh, but nonetheless you grinded against it.

"Ya still needy from last night? 'Thought I fucked ya good." He hummed. He helped to aid you in your dry humping. You found a smooth rhythm. "You did! Fuck— you did." You moaned, your hips jolting.

You could feel your wetness stick to the fabric of your panties, the underwear fully ruined. You knew Daryl could feel your arousal smearing on his thigh, but he didn't really care, the archer more adamant about making you cum than anything.

"Mhm… feels so good." You gasped. "Fuckin' yerself on my thigh this early. Wha' a dirty girl." He teased. He let you take the reigns in your own pleasure, allowing you to use his muscle to get yourself off. You were jolting and squirming in his hands, almost like putty in a way.

"Fuck, baby. Keep talking." You begged, your orgasm on the tips of your fingers. You could feel that coil in your stomach tighten, that tingling in your lower back that indicated you were about to cum.

"'M gonna make ya cum, my sweet girl. I gotcha." He cooed. He finally pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your pitiful noises.

Your legs spasmed around his as you came, your breathing ragged as you had to force yourself away from the kiss. He worked you through it, delicately dragging you on himself until you whimpered out in overstimulation.

"Shit…" You breathed, a delirious smile on your face.

"So, my voice, huh?"

"Shut up." You commanded bashfully, hiding your flushed face in his chest.

#♡ ― nsfmeau ! #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day twenty-six #plus size reader #x plus size reader #plus size!reader #x chubby reader #chubby reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon kinktober #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x plus size reader #daryl dixon smut #smut #fanfiction

[cobrakatharsis]

kinktober 2022

day seven: face-fucking | office sex

hawk/johnny

(this one’s long, so here’s a link to the ao3 mirror -> AO3)

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hawk isn’t entirely sure if this is quite what sensei had in mind when he’d shoved hawk to flip the script, but hawk is telling himself that that’s an important part of script-flipping. if he’s gonna be a badass, be unstoppable, get what he wants, then that’s inevitably gonna involve some stuff that even sensei won’t see coming.

or. well. sensei had seen it - kind of immediately, in fact. that had been the trigger in hawk making this decision at all, since he’d thankfully cooled down a bit from the initial bout of caricaturish badassery that he’d ridden for a bit too long, and, okay, feeling a bit more like an authentic version of himself had helped him make the decision too.

sensei had definitely been the trigger, though.

he’d clapped hawk on the shoulder one day after class and, grinning, told him he should go for it.

“go for…what?” hawk had asked, and sensei had proceeded to tell him he was “way too obvious”.

hawk had then experienced true, blind panic for a moment. sensei couldn’t have possibly figured him out, right? or, well, he definitely wouldn’t be telling hawk to go for it if he knew, so what could it be?

sensei had thought hawk had a crush on somebody else.

he’d laid it all out as he saw it - hawk was spacing out in class, often ending up staring at sensei blankly even when johnny was speaking right to him, and he was always arriving to class in a suspiciously good mood. sensei had failed to notice that the common denominator in all of that was sensei himself - not to mention the significant detail that hawk was always staring at sensei - but hawk was grateful for that fact. he’d considered it a narrow escape, but sensei had henceforth been so earnest about subtly asking hawk about his progress - “hey, you asked her yet?” - and giving pep-talks, telling hawk that he really should go for it, that he’s a “great kid” and anyone would be lucky to be confessed to by him.

it’s also been getting exponentially more and more impossible for hawk to concentrate.

he’s been…fixated on sensei for a long time. it had been a major contributor to him coming to cobra kai at all, and particularly in him coming back after johnny had berated him in front of everyone. hawk had wanted to prove him wrong and also…kind of prove him right. prove that eli wasn’t just a scar-faced dweeb and could turn into something better, prove that he could take johnny and his teaching style, prove that he was worthy of being a cobra, that johnny could turn him into one.

but at some unknown point his fixation had blurred from “sensei is so badass” to “sensei is so…”

sensei is a lot of things. he’s inspired a lot of feelings and fixation in hawk, staring at sensei’s bared arms, at every peek of his chest as he moves in that loose gi, at the long lines of his legs. he’s watched sensei demonstrate tackles and holds, stared in fascination at the image of him pinned to the floor, biting his lip hard to try not to get a hard-on from the noises sensei made.

he’d gotten to demonstrate one once - a hold like that. he’d held sensei hard to the floor and looked down at him, underneath eli, at eli’s mercy, looking up at him with those blue eyes.

he’s jerked off to the image ever since.

jerking off, however, is not really doing the job anymore. hawk feels like he’s being haunted. the dreams about having sensei underneath him are near nightly now, and instead of waking up with a mess in his boxers, hawk’s more and more frequently waking up still achingly hard and wanting so bad it’s blinding, his brain’s conjured fantasies about those noises and the feel of being buried in tight heat so vivid but just barely out of reach.

so he’s going for it.

earlier today, after class had ended, sensei had given him the most earnest pep-talk yet. he’d had this face like he was concerned about hawk not just confessing to this imaginary girl - like he was worried about hawk’s self-esteem plummeting back down to what it used to be.

“she must be something special if you’re letting it tear you up for this long,” sensei had said. “but that’s all the more reason to go for it, isn’t it?”

as they’d walked home after, miguel had casually mentioned sensei having to sort the books or something that night, and over the muttered sympathy over johnny having to stay late at the dojo to continue working, hawk had seen opportunity. opportunity to strike, and strike first.

the dojo lights are off as he slides in through the unlocked front door, but he can see the strip of illumination from the cracked door to the office where johnny must be working. he approaches casually, with every bit of confidence that doesn’t reach to his core but he can pretend it does.

“that you, larusso?” sensei asks, voice cautious, and that’s hawk’s push to open the door properly and peek through.

sensei looks surprised.

“hawk?” he says, taking a quick swig of the beer in his hand before he sets it down on the desk amongst the mess of paperwork and then stands. “what’s up? something wrong?”

he’s concerned again, with a note of that slightly different twist of caution like he’s not sure if he’s about to be pissed off at hawk for something, but hawk quickly shakes his head, as casually as he can.

“uh, no, no, sensei. nothing’s…wrong or anything. it’s just, miguel said you’d be here late tonight, and i figured. y’know. good chance to see you.”

sensei’s brow creases, but then smooths over a moment later. “you wanna talk about your girl problems,” he says, with that tone like he knows.

hawk huffs a laugh.

“i guess you could say that,” is the best he can offer. johnny takes another swig of his beer and then settles against the desk, perched against the edge of it as he watches hawk. he looks good, and the weight of his attention solely on hawk like this feels good too, and hawk has to swallow before he continues. “um. y’know, you’ve just…been giving me all this advice about it. and you’ve told me over and over how i should just…go for it.”

he wants to bounce on his feet or something, but instead he channels the energy into stepping away from the door, approaching closer to where johnny’s just slightly lowered in the small space, all casual and at ease in a way that’s kind of helping hawk’s confidence.

“so…i wanna go for it, sensei.”

johnny finishes his beer in the next gulp and leans around to set the empty bottle back down on the table behind him. hawk stares at the line of his throat, bared by how he turns, and swallows again.

“great news,” johnny says, offering a grin as he turns back and doesn’t seem to notice how he’s caught hawk looking. “so, is that what this is? game plan time?”

hawk shakes his head. “i think this is probably good enough,” he says, and as he steps closer again he kicks the door shut behind him. it closes with a decisive click and johnny’s gaze follows the noise, brow creased again in confusion, before hawk’s hand meets his chest.

“what?”

johnny seems sincerely confused. from this angle, he’s looking up at hawk - at eli - again, and it inspires another burst of confidence combined with the reminder of precisely how long hawk’s wanted this, a reminder of all the thoughts that have followed him.

“i know you’re gonna think this is a bad idea,” hawk says, “but i really have wanted this for a…really long time. and it’s just that, ever since you said you first noticed me acting weird, it’s been all i can think about.”

slowly, watching johnny’s face the whole time, hawk trails his hand down johnny’s chest. he can’t help the soft groan he lets out when he meets his sensei’s abs, feels the way they tense beneath his palm.

“you don’t—“ johnny tries to say, but hawk cuts him off.

“i’ve always thought you were handsome,” he says. “but then i started noticing how hot you are, during classes and stuff. when you’re teaching and fighting and joking around, and…and you’re wearing that black gi that you always tie too loose. and, yeah, maybe it was the puppy love you’re probably thinking this is now back then, when it started. but…d’you remember when you were demonstrating those holds with all of us?”

very slowly, johnny nods. hawk sees him swallow. “i taught you to pin me.”

“i’ve been dreaming about you since then.”

something like a shudder runs through johnny, and though he moves back just slightly - like he’s trying to collect himself - hawk chases him. he steps closer so he’s almost between johnny’s thighs, that hand still on his stomach, and he leans in so they’re practically sharing the same air. johnny swallows again, looks like he’s thinking a million thoughts, and he hesitates for a long moment before he finally dares to ask.

“…what are the dreams about?”

hawk can’t help the dizzy kind of grin that tugs at the corners of his lips. a thrill runs through him, even more keen than it usually is when he thinks about those fantasies, and he can’t help but step closer again. he’s hard.

“lots of stuff,” he confesses, voice low. “but…usually it’s me…fucking you. you made these—these noises when i was holding you down, and i think about them all the time. i just…keep wondering if you sound the same when…”

he trails off, embarrassed to voice such explicit thoughts, but johnny certainly doesn’t look put off. there’s a flush across his face, and he’s all conflicted and guilty looking, but a glance down very quickly confirms hawk’s suspicion - he’s hard too.

hawk grins again, kind of breathless.

“you look so hot right now.”

“we should not be doing this,” johnny responds, but that just excites hawk more because that means they’re doing it.

he finally drops the hand from johnny’s abs and lets it find his thigh instead, gripping the muscle he’s delighted but not surprised to find there while his other hand does what feels natural and finds johnny’s shoulder, and he finally closes the minuscule distance between them. he kisses johnny gently, like a first kiss with a girl, and it works for a second before johnny tilts his head and parts his lips and hawk takes what he sees as an offering to dive in for more.

he licks into johnny’s mouth, moves his hand up johnny’s thigh to hold his hip instead, and uses that grip to experimentally rut the front of their jeans together.

“fuck,” he then gasps into johnny’s mouth, because it feels good.

the kisses are considerably more sloppy after that, all tongue and heat and exploration, and johnny’s starting to make these noises. different than his fighting noises, or the noises he’d made during his display of trying to get out of a hold. he sounds desperate, like he’s either just super pent up or really does want hawk, but either way the sounds go straight to hawk’s dick - so much better than the vague, imaginary noises johnny makes in his dreams and fantasies - and oh, god, he wants to fuck him.

“i wanna fuck you,” he expresses, because honestly is clearly key here, and johnny makes another noise as his hips jerk against hawk’s, but he’s shaking his head despite his apparent eagerness.

“not that easy,” he says, sounding both disappointed and sympathetic. “i don’t—fuck, this is the dojo office, kid, i don’t even have lube in here.”

hawk had kind of forgotten where they were. he looks around for a moment at all of the paperwork strewn on the desk, at the filing cabinets and the general office crap all around and the giant window just behind them.

“oh,” hawk says, the wind suddenly disappearing from his sails. he wants to voice his concerns, but the first question that springs to mind is “is this it, then?” and he has enough sense not to voice that. it’s honestly fine if this is it for the night, though he’d probably prefer to at least jerk off or something before he goes home, but johnny’s chewing on his lip like he’s thinking and finally looks up at hawk again.

“look. we can’t…get that in the programme for tonight, alright? but…you wanna try something else?”

hawk nods immediately. he has no idea what it could be, and he immediately decides he doesn’t like it much when it involves johnny pushing hawk back a bit and separating them, but then johnny is swapping their positions so hawk’s leaning against the desk and -

and johnny’s sinking to his knees.

“oh, shit,” hawk breathes, because he’s sure that’s another image that he’s gonna be seeing a lot of in his subconscious, and then he repeats himself because johnny’s looking up at him, all blonde eyelashes and pretty blue eyes and on his knees, on his knees for eli.

“this alright?” he asks, and hawk’s never nodded harder in his life. johnny lets out an amused huff, looking distinctly endeared, but then he lowers his gaze from hawk’s face to the bulge in his jeans, and his expression shifts to something more focused.

hawk thinks he could probably die in the very moment johnny mouths at his dick through his jeans.

it’s obscene, the way johnny opens his mouth around the shape of it, laving his tongue over the denim like he’s desperate for it, and hawk can’t do this. maybe johnny’s usual, experienced partners can, but hawk is going to blow his load immediately if johnny keeps that up, and he tells johnny as much.

johnny shrugs. “you could go again though, couldn’t you? bet you wouldn’t even need a break,” and he’s smiling like he’s amused but he’s also got this look on his face like he finds that fantasy hot, which hawk does find pretty gratifying. he can’t say he’s ever tried, but the sudden image of cumming inside johnny and then continuing to fuck him until he fills him up again is—it’s good. he doesn’t manage to say that out loud, but he imagines johnny’s probably thinking similar stuff, and he’s finally getting to work opening hawk’s jeans and pulling his dick out of them anyway, so hawk’s suddenly very preoccupied.

“holy shit,” hawk whispers, fighting to keep his hips still against the electrified pleasure of johnny’s hand around him, holding him as he kind of haphazardly shoves hawk’s jeans and underwear out of the way. he chews on his lip, praying for patience, positive beyond anything that his blind want to just grab johnny by the hair and shove his dick down his throat wouldn’t at all be appreciated, but…

“you wanna fuck my face?” johnny offers, and hawk thinks he must be hallucinating.

“are you serious?” he chokes out. johnny responds by finding one of hawk’s hands and guiding it into his hair.

“next best thing to fucking me,” he says casually, like his face isn’t even more flushed now, like he isn’t so clearly hard in his jeans. hawk realises with a burn in his gut that johnny wants this, that he’s on his knees asking hawk to fuck his mouth, fuck his throat.

trembling slightly, hawk wraps a hand around himself and groans when johnny opens his mouth in response. his lips are licked slick with spit, his tongue gorgeous and pink and sticking out slightly, and hawk is helpless but to slide his dick into that warm, wet perfection and groan again, much louder, as the sensation overtakes him.

it’s so, so much fucking better than any fantasy could’ve ever provided. johnny’s looking up at him as the length is fed to him, but then hawk meets the resistance of the back of his throat and johnny’s eyes slide shut in concentration because he keeps taking it, lets hawk keep going until his hips are flush with johnny’s lips and he’s all the way down his sensei’s throat.

he’s definitely gonna die here.

shaking, he pulls out, groans again as johnny sucks on the head of his dick, and as he tentatively pushes an inch or so back in he’s helpless but to let his thoughts spill out again.

“you’re—fuck. this is so much better than the dreams. i’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

he probably sounds like a dweeb, talking about his dreams about this and his long-fought crush on his sensei, but johnny’s hips jerk so hawk keeps going as he thrusts in again, a bit more confident this time with the assurance that he’s not being too rough, that johnny wants this, that johnny’s enjoying this too, even as tears build up in his eyes from the nature of having a cock forced down his throat. but hawk’s not too big a man to admit that that spurs him on too.

“i‘ve thought about you so much, thought—thought about this so much. you’re so fucking hot, and you’re so pretty, i’ve wanted this so bad. i want you so bad.”

he’s too far gone to even regret the word ‘pretty’, but not so far gone that he misses the way johnny’s hips jerk again with its usage.

hawk tightens his grip in johnny’s hair, uses it for better leverage as he begins to thrust in earnest, entirely overwhelmed with sensation and the need to cum.

“i wanna fuck you,” hawk gasps, thrusting hard as if to enunciate his point, and the choked noise johnny makes is obscene. “fuck, sensei. you have no idea. i’m gonna fuck you. gonna—gonna hold you down and take what i want. ‘s’what you want too, isn’t it?”

johnny’s hips jerk again, and he whimpers around hawk’s cock, gripping his hip so tight hawk prays it leaves bruises, but it’s all too much. the hand on his hip and the vibration of johnny’s high, desperate noises, the image of - after tonight - getting to bend johnny over or hold him down and fuck him, make him make all the pretty noises in the world, and they won’t even be muffled by hawk’s cock that time.

hawk grips johnny’s hair so tight johnny’s tears finally spill over as hawk cums, hips jerking roughly as he spills down johnny’s throat and jerking harder when he feels johnny swallowing around him, taking everything, making these choked little sounds like he’s cumming too and hawk realises with another sharp jerks of his hips that he is.

holy shit. he’s never gonna have to watch porn again. how could he, when nothing else in the world could possibly compare to this?

he feels boneless when his orgasm subsides, knees replaced with jelly, and he understands suddenly why johnny had him lean against the desk. johnny, pulling back, seems to notice the realisation, and he grins, flushed and breathless and an absolute mess of drool and tears.

“you’re welcome,” he says, voice rough from the abuse, and swipes a casual hand across his chin like he hasn’t just turned hawk’s world upside down.

hawk’s helpless to do anything but watch as johnny stands, grimaces for a second as he he does in what must be a realisation of the mess in his trousers, but hawk considers it repayment for all of the wet dreams.

he does say that out loud, and johnny laughs as he digs out a bottle of water and hands it over. hawk takes it gratefully and chugs it.

“think we’re even now, then?” johnny asks, taking a gulp of his own water bottle.

hawk shakes his head, wiping the water droplets from his chin with the back of his hand. “no way. i meant it when i said i’ve wanted this for a long time. you have any idea how much laundry i’ve had to do in that time?”

johnny laughs again. “alright, alright. guess we’ll see how next time affects the playing field, huh? c’mon, finish your water and then i’ll drive you home.”

hawk grins, chugging the rest of his water on autopilot.

he really likes the sound of next time.

#sfw sasuke #nsft #hawk/johnny #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #elijah writes #YES i wrote this and day six in the same day it’s 1am i’m going to BED #i’m super proud of this one though

[pleasantspark]

to protect and to serve by Brxkxn_Fxxth

Fandoms: Transformers: Prime  

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

F/M

Tags:

Megatron (Transformers)/You

Megatron (Transformers)/Original Female Character(s)

Megatron

Reader

You

Valve Plugs (Transformers)

Valves (Transformers)

protective sex

Kinktober 2022

Kinktober

Transformers Kinktober 2022

Brxkxn_Fxxth Kinktober 2022

Prompt: Protective Sex

Summary:

you're the emotionless body guard of megatron, one day megatron decides you are worthy of becoming his queen and has sex with you. [ megatron x femme! bodyguard! cybertronian! emotionless! reader ] kinktober day twenty-six: protective (not condom) sex

Series:

Part 26 of Kinktober 2022 

Part 35 of Transformers

You were a guard for Megatron, you promised to serve him for your whole creation. You were taught to never show emotion, people who seen you can attest to never seeing you smile. You did anything for Megatron, sometimes, you even beat up Starscream for him whenever he didn't feel like it. 

You cannot feel emotions, so falling in love with Megatron was never a issue, but sometimes you felt like something was missing deep down in your spark. You were called to Megatron's berthroom immediately.

"Yes, Lord Megatron?" You bowed, Megatron put you at ease. 

"Please, sit down (Y/D)." Megatron said. 

"Yes my lord." You said, you sat down. 

"I have been thinking for abit, and I wanted to promote you." Megatron said. 

"... Promote... Me?" You tilted your helm. 

"Yes, I can't bring myself for you to be just my bodyguard... I don't find you suitable..." Megatron said. 

"Wh-What you're going to fire me?" You asked. 

"No, I won't. I just... How do I say this?" Megatron asked, "Well, I feel like you're more than a Bodyguard, I want you to be my queen, (Y/D). I am in love with you." Megatron said. 

#transformers prime #tfp #tfp megatron #megatron x reader #maccadam #kinktober #kinktober day twenty-six #kinktober: protective sex #. 🎃 ; kinktober 2022 #. 💞 ; txt #. 💕 ; fanfiction.jpg

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

#lea’s writing #kinktober 2023 #poly!avengers x reader #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes smut #pietro maximoff smut #clint barton smut #sam wilson smut #tony stark smut #thor odinson smut #avengers smut #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #clint barton x reader #sam wilson x reader #tony stark x reader #thor odinson x reader #avengers x reader #pro football team!avengers ᰔ

[jackwolfes]

Kanej // Six of Crows // 361 words // T rated @kinktober2023 Day 13: Orgasm Denial (day swapped) [all kinktober fills]

Kaz Brekker thinks there’s a delightful little novelty in being told no and knowing, beyond any reasonable doubt, that he won’t fight back. 

His entire life has been a series of doors closing in his face, a litany of no, and he’s clawed his way to complete resistance every time. But Inej’s voice caresses the word softly when she says it and leaves no room for brutality, which means Kaz doesn’t want to fight back. 

No. 

Kaz is fully clothed and put together when he asks, voice wry, whether tonight is a night he’ll finally get his release. The number of nights they have left together before she leaves again is a number he can count on one bare hand, but she’s been back for weeks. Kaz hasn’t come once since before she slipped silently in through his bedroom window and kissed him carefully. What he has done, each night since, is bare himself and allow her to guide him towards the edge with her voice alone — but never over. 

He has touched himself for her, given himself over for her, allowed her to watch him debase himself while she steals pleasure for herself. But he hasn’t come. He won’t come until she says she can and if she chooses not to before she leaves again with no real way for him to get an answer out of her until she comes back, well. 

Disobedience is a necessity in his line of work, but doing what he’s told for the woman he’s in love with isn’t something to be trifled with. 

“I’m not spending dinner with Wylan and Jesper tonight,” Inej tells him, voice nonchalant. The night is already dark. She’s shining her knives. 

“I take it I’ll be missing dinner, too,” Kaz replies. Inej’s lip quirks, not quite a smile. Wryly, Kaz asks, “Should I expect your stubborn streak to lapse and finally come?” 

This time, Inej does smile, and when she does it’s real and devastating and something worth burning every damn building in the city for. She looks Kaz straight in the eye and he watches mirth spark behind them, just behind confidence and pleasure and joy. 

“No.”

#my day 13 prompt has run away from me so. day swap. lol #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #soc #six of crows #crooked kingdom #sab netflix #dgb does kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023

[mysicklove]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!

DAY 18: DRY ORGASM

With: Yuuta Okkotsu

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sub! Yuuta, gn! reader, multiple orgasm, sorta mentions of cnc? idk, "breeder balls" are used in a silly goofy way, pregnancy mentioned, yuuta cums a total of six times, unrealistic portrayal of dry orgasms.

A/N: i almost named this fic breeder balls just to mess with all you guys. kinktober is driving me crazy

“It will be fun. C’mon, just trust me!” You tease, pressing kisses along Yuuta’s neck while he sighs. You sit behind him, hands resting on his stomach while you continue to pepper kisses along his neck. One of his weaker points. 

He lets out a shaky breath and then whines gently. “I don’t know…I-It sounds kinda scary.”

“Aw, scary? C’mon, my big, strong, sorcerer boyfriend isn’t afraid of anything,” You quip, teeth grazing his pale skin when you smile into his back.

 Your hands begin to roam up and down his body, and he gulps but doesn’t stop you. He does let out a noise of complaint about your choice of words though. “Yknow that isn’t true,” He mumbles out, pouting slightly. 

You pinch his nipples, and he lets out a high-pitched squeal before turning to you with a half-hearted glare. “Sorry, they are too cute.”

He sighs, slumping against your chest and closing his eyes. “You're the worst.”

“Aw, you don’t mean that. You love me.”

He glances at you before rolling his eyes and nodding softly. Yeah, he did, even with all your teasing.

“Yuutaaaaa,” You purr, getting back to the main point. “Let’s do it.”

He hums, nodding for you to continue to try to convince him. He was still unsure and slightly nervous at the thought.

“You will look so cute. Haven’t you always wanted to cum like a girl? To have every ounce of cum milked out of you,” You bite his ear, earning a whole body shiver from the boy. “Forced out of you. Till you’re shooting blanks.”

That immmediately perks him up, and he cranes his head backward to look up at you with a sheepish grin. He already feels himself growing hard. 

“F-Forced?”

You grin.

“No more! No more! Please!” He screeches, tears and drool coating his face and falling onto the sheets below him. He was heaving, and he feels like every inch of his body was covered in cum. His thighs and stomach were so sticky, and he was unbelievably sweaty.

Shaky legs try to crawl forward, away from your tortuous hands, but he ultimately fails. You use one arm to grab him by the waist and pull him back. “Where do you think you are going?”

He lets out a pathetic “Noooo!” as his fingers drag along the sheets back toward you. His thighs shake as he tries to hold his body up, and he buries his face into a pillow. 

You hum to yourself, sitting cross-legged and fully clothed, contrasting your lover’s naked body. His knees straddle your legs, giving you a perfect sight of his ass and easier access to pull him back whenever he tries to crawl away.

His thighs, stomach, balls, and even your hand were coated with his cum, and is beginning to dry up from how long its been. But nevertheless, your hands continue to work at his cock, pulling it slightly downward so that it hangs between his open legs. 

Yuuta lets out a choking noise, a mix between a gargle and a yelp, and suddenly he is cumming again. He doesn’t say anything as his orgasm comes crashing upon him again, but you weren’t surprised – he went borderline nonverbal after the third one. 

His chest rises and falls with his rapid breathing, and you watch his whole body tense up. His tears stain the pillow, and his mouth hangs open in a silent scream. The only thing that showed that he was in pleasure was the way his nails dug into the sheets as if he wanted to tear them apart from how intense the sensation was.

You frown through it all, and watch two globs of cum slide down your finger. His legs give out, and he begins to slump on the bed, but you are quick to grab him and hold his waist up with your arm. “Am I–Did I? Are we d-done?” He stutters, his voice raw from his previous screams and cries. You hear him sniffle and watch the way a shaky arm rubs at his nose.

You lightly slap his thigh. “Nope. Almost there, Yuuta! The next one will definitely be dry. Think I got the last couple of drops,” You say, pointing to his cum staining your hand. 

He looks up at you with wide, fearful eyes and starts squirming in your hold. “No! I can’t go anymore. A-And you said that the last couple of times!” He screeches, legs kicking out like a toddler throwing a tantrum, trying desperately to run away from your hold.

Your hands remain on his waist, and you move your body aside so that he doesn’t accidentally kick you with his frantic, panicked movements. His dick was raw at this point, and every muscle was trembling. He couldn’t go again – he was exhausted, completely pushed to his limits.

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax. This time I'm really sure! How many times have you ejaculated?” 

He pauses for a moment, gulping as he thinks back to the previous events. “I think after that…Five times?”

You giggle at him, and the sound makes him tense up. Whenever he is put in these positions, and you laugh, it never is a good sign for him. “Woah, Yuuta, you really have a lot of cum stored up. I’ve heard that most men go dry after their third one…Don’t tell me your pent up?” You babble, passing time to hopefully let his body rest for a moment. Overstimulating him would probably kill the dark-haired boy. 

He sniffles again, and then furrows his eyes and turns back toward you. “Im not, though. Came two days ago, remember?”

You think back to the night and chuckle fondly. “Yeah, I guess your right. Guess my lovely boyfriend just has breeder balls.” You laugh at yourself from the ridiculous word.

His mouth hangs open at your crude words, and he turns a bright shade of pink. Immediately, he tries to scramble out of your hold again, but you just laugh at his flustered noises. “Why would you say something like that? So embarrassing…And no, I don’t,” Your boyfriend complains, shaking his head back and forth to execute his point.

You hum to yourself, content that he has finally calmed down again, at least enough to put up and actively respond to your teasing words. 

“Bet you could get any girl pregnant,” You continue to coax, mind drifting off from your words to return to your original motive. You begin to situate yourself again, hands moving back to the task at hand. 

“Stop it, please! It’s so,” He groans into the pillow, unaware that you have begun to stand up. “I don’t know! Just sto–” Suddenly, his head is being forced into the pillow, and your hand is back onto his cock. Your movements are rough and fast, and his whole body seems to short-circuit.

Yuutas eyes widen as he feels the back of your hand pin his head into the pillow, and he feels your hands wrap around his dick again. He doesn’t even have time to react, except for a surprised yelp. By the time his brain catches up to the sensation, you have already palmed him four times now, and he is so sensitive. “W-Wait!” He begs, tears resurfacing. 

The sound of your hand wrapping around his red cock is lewd. Loud squelching sounds fill the room, and he knows that the wetness is from his previous cum. It makes your head spin, and Yuuta wants to die from embarrassment. 

Your hand finally lets go of his neck, and he pulls away immediately, gasping out for air. His back arches, and he begins his clawing at the bedsheets again. “F-Fuck,” Your lover whimpers, tears free streaming again. 

His cock feels raw by now. Five orgasms in a row was an insane amount to him. The farthest he had gone before this was three, before he was forced to call it quits, or else risking him passing out. Right now, his mind seemed to be melting from the harsh feeling. 

You have to support his body still by hoisting his hips upward. His forehead touches the sheets, and his bangs cover his face as he looks downward. It was almost disappointing that you couldn’t see his pretty expressions, but from what you could see by his sporadic movements, Yuuta was crumbling. 

It hurt. Your hands were too rough. The pace was too intense. He can’t think anymore. His mouth hangs open, and his tongue threatens to loll out. All he can hear is your hands and his cum, and honestly, although he hates to admit it, it was spurring him closer to his orgasm.

Just one more. He can do that. He can cum one more time. Everything in him pleads for it to be dry, because he may seriously die if he has to go a seventh round. 

So, with everything in him, he begins to grind into your hand, trying to coax his orgasm to come quicker. He lets out a silent scream, and he furrows his eyes shut but doesn’t stop fucking back into your hand. 

You watch with amusement at the trembling boy’s movements. He was trying his best, and it was honestly quite cute. Just for him, you pick up the pace of your hand movements. 

The reaction to it is immediate – the muscular body curls over on itself as he heaves. You bring him closer to you, now using both hands to jack him off, hoping he doesn’t collapse just for a couple more seconds.

Yuuta’s eyes roll back, and he can faintly hear your encouragements. “C’mon, love. Just one more. Cum for me one more time.” 

He bites onto the pillow and nods his head, unable to give you a reply. He can feel his orgasm approaching, and frankly, it scared him. It was going to be a strong one, he could tell, and he was unsure if his body was able to take it. He was already shaking at this point, could his muscles really constrict one more time? He could barely hold himself up.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, because his orgasm hits him out of the blue. For the first time since his second orgasm, Yuuta screams into the pillow. His thighs come squeezing together, and his fingers dig into anything they can grab. Tears continue to rush down his face, and he tries his best to breathe.

His knees come forward, and accidentally, he raises his hips higher into the air, creating a pretty arch in his back. You watch, mesmerized by the show, and then glance at his cock.

Not a single drop of cum is let out. You grin, and rub his thighs, coaxing him through it all, proud of him.

He slumps against the bed and this time you let him. Then, he very slowly turns to you, eyes cloudy. “I–I?” He tries, brain not catching up with him.

“Yep, good job. Came dry. I’m so proud of you.”

He gives you a lazy, but satisfied grin, nodding slightly. You crawl over to him, sitting down next to his head. He places his near-limp hand on your knee, and you hold onto it. “Guess…Guess I–No breeder balls for me,” He mumbles in full seriousness, as if he is proud of the fact.

You have to cover your mouth to refrain from laughing too loud. You place your head over his eyes, shutting them for him. “Guess not. Sleep, Yuuta.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He falls asleep not even a minute later. You don’t blame him.

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