#my kinktober fics are coming together slowly but surely

[saetoru]

hiii girlies (gn!) i haves a mini update for you all on my life.

first and foremost:

it has been completed ‼️ i literally spent the last few days maxing out the tree and statues i never wanna step foot in the desert again :,)

second: i have officially signed my nda’s so my meetings will from now on take more productive strides !! (project manager tee is sailing steadily hehe ;D) anddd my first event is coming up on the 21st and i’m rly nervous i hope everything runs smoothly and i don’t rly wanna stand around and shake hands all day and meet ppl but :,) i must be a good representative or wtv they say so yeah. BUT !! the company’s taking us out to dinner after so 😌 i will be fine dining hehe. i still need to get an outfit sobs so i will be dress shopping soon—i will buy a lovely dress that has satoru’s nose bleeding

third: i am adding a surprise kinktober fic. y’all will just have to keep your eyes peeled during october and see

fourth: i have a giant bruise on my thigh and i have no idea where it came from but my leg is ACHING and i just wanted to share with you all my extremely sad misfortune so i hope you all feel terrible for me bc it’s a very difficult time right now. kidding kidding i’m fine but i’m like rly confused ?!? where did that come from 😭

#ANYWAYYYYY #life is still rly hectic so #i will not be active much still #but i’ll come update y’all periodically #i’ve been writing still tho #my kinktober fics are coming together slowly but surely

[httpsserene]

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟭𝟬: 𝘆𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗱𝗮 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝗮𝗯-𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: your mental state is suffering–you’re not sure if you can handle alphatauri posting another thirst trap of your boyfriend to disguise their inability to build a car that doesn’t break within the first ten laps. but, when yuki posts his own half-naked picture on main? he’s asking for it, at this point. clearly, he’s been spending too much time with pierre. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. ab-riding. pierre gasly is his own warning. no penetrative sex. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: yuki tsunoda x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: drabble. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: best friend • saweetie ft. doja cat

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: this is actually the dirtiest fic, in theory yk. yuki has my heart, and i'm single handedly going to fill tumblr with my posts about him, thank you, good night.

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you can’t stand his smug ass smirk. he knows damn well how you feel about his thirst traps. sure, alphatauri milks any chance of plastering yuki across their social media page to fail at distracting fans from the fact that their the slowest car on the grid, and that they can’t build a car that doesn’t fall apart like legos. but, yuki, posting practically-naked (he’s only shirtless, so really you’re mildly exaggerating) pictures on his main instagram page?? he’s not george-fucking-russell, so, why the hell would he do that?

there’s only two answers to this question, and they’re both correct. one, pierre gasly—the french bastard. you can’t leave them together unsupervised. and two, to make you mad. 9which you very much are, so, yuki achieved what he wanted. he’s especially thrilled, when you shove him down onto your bed, and straddle his lap, angrily tugging his shirt off. yuki grins up at you, satisfied at where a simple shirtless picture lead him to. he should listen to pierre more often, his ex-teammate might have good ideas, however rare they are. once his shirt is off, you freeze, breathing heavily as you drink in the sight of his torso. you lean forward and start sucking marks into his pecs, biting into the meat of his chest, and tracing the definition of his abs with your tongue. yuki’s moans rumble in his chest, and he lets his eyes flutter shut and basks under the thorough claim you’re leaving on his body. at least you’re kind enough to avoid placing any marks high enough to where they could be seen from the neck of a shirt—alphatauri will just have to post pre-filmed videos they have in the vault while your hickeys fade, they’ll survive.

you erratically jerk away again, and strip your bottoms off, shoving your underwear down and tossing them behind you. you tug your shirt up until it bunches under your armpits, and you drag the cups of your bra underneath your chest, causing them to spill over the top obscenely. roughly grabbing at your boyfriend’s hands, you direct them to grasp at your boobs, and command, “keep your abs flexed.” yuki makes a noise of confusion, but you don’t elaborate any further. you lower yourself to sit on his abdomen, and grind across him slowly, testing the waters. your head falls forward from the zing of pleasure that races up your spine, and you quickly start rabbiting your hips across the dips and ridges of his muscles. 

yuki is rendered speechless at your motions. he was expecting you to ride his dick, not his abs. he’s not going to complain about this, though. you’re rubbing yourself off on his torso—your moans are bitten off and rough, and your grinds are deep and forceful to make sure your clit catches on every sharp edge of his abdomen. it’s the dirtiest thing yuki’s ever seen you do, usually he’s the one being unhinged. he squeezes at your chest rhythmically, dropping his hands to your chest eventually to watch how your breasts bounce at every shift you make—he sighs contentedly, this is heaven. 

he brings one hand to reach around you and palm himself over his shorts, but is denied the chance to do so. you hiss at him meanly, and pull his hand back to your waist, eyes flashing at him in warning. yuki falters under the commanding glint of your gaze, maybe he pushed you too far this time. he adjusts his grip on your body and takes some of the load off you, and guides your hips against his body for you—he could feel your thighs begin to tremble in exhaustion and based on how deadest you’ve become on getting yourself off on his abs, he doesn’t want to feel any additional wrath when your release slips from your grasp. 

a squeal of relief rattles through your chest at how yuki does the hard work for you. he moves your body exactly how you crave, and you find it incredibly difficult to remember why you were mad in the first place. instead of your thighs shaking in tiredness—you’re thankfully not used to being the one putting all the work in, your boyfriend’s stamina is appreciated—they begin to quiver as you get closer to cumming. your own hand comes to tug at your nipples, looking for any last flare of pleasure to push you over the edge. the wetness you’ve spread across his abs has started to lessen the friction you feel against your cunt. yuki sees the frustration furrowing your brow, and shifts his right hand down over your navel so his thumb can rub at your clit. you gasp, throwing your head back at white-hot burst of contentment behind your eyes, and all it takes is a few more furious passes of yuki’s fingers on your cunt, as the coil snaps inside your core, and waves of bliss crash over you.

yuki slips his hand away, and guides you to ride out the aftershocks on his abs. he moans at the sight of pure satisfaction on your face, and how you’ve soaked his torso, reminding him what belongs to you, with no room for vagueness. you eventually slow your roll, and fall to the side off yuki. the two of you pant as you stare at the ceiling, allowing the rapid beats of your hearts to slow.

you tilt your head to face him, and smile dopily at the sight of yuki staring at his navel. you’ve drenched him with your release, and it glistens beautifully on his tanned skin. if you were truly unhinged, you’d take a picture with your hand rubbing your wetness across his skin, and post it for everyone to see. the contrasting shades of your skin under the light of golden hour would look perfect. it would probably cost your boyfriend’s career, so maybe that’s not an equal exchange. 

hummingly faintly, you stumble off 9ithe bed, legs still shaking as you walk towards the bathroom. “you can get yourself off. you’re not fucking me for a week—“ yuki makes an alarmed noise, sputtering in disbelief, struggling to find his words, “oh, don’t get mouthy with me. i could make it so you never fuck me again—i just gave you enough material to last you for that long.” you slam the bathroom door shut, and yuki’s mouth hangs open in shock. fuck, pierre. he’s never listening to his suggestions ever again.

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[marvelwomenarehot0]

𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓜𝓮 𝓤𝓹 / 𝓦.𝓜

Summary: Wanda’s tired after a mission. And what better way to release herself from the mission than you?

Warnings: somnophilia, eating out, bad spelling, cursing, mommy kink, there’s a moment of slapping, uhhh I don’t know if I got everything but let me know if I missed something

Word count: 802 (I know it’s short, I’ll have longer ones up later)

notes: Kinktober fic number 2!!! wooohoo!! this was for my lovely @abbyromanoff ❤️ mwah, again I’m open for requests for kinktober! enjoyyyy!

The compound held a soft silence. With the others returning from a mission, you slept soundly in bed. In Wanda’s clothes. The two of you had been dating for over a month now, and you had never been happier with the outcome.

The redhead slowly pushed open the door to the shared bedroom and smiled softly at your sleeping dorm. She was covered in dirt and grime, yet she needed nothing more than to let everything out on you. There was a calmness in the air as Wanda moved towards you, stripping herself of her mission suit and crawling towards you on the bed.

She bit her lip, her middle and ring fingers coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear. She pressed a kiss to your forehead and gently began trailing them lower. She lifted up the sleep shirt you had taken from her and pressed a large kiss to your stomach.

Wanda would’ve smiled softly to herself, she found you so beautiful, no matter what you thought. There had been countless times were she had fucked you till you said you were beautiful.

The witch kept trailing her kisses down, pecking the inside of your thighs. One hand came up to fondle and play with your tits, whilst the other trailed down to your sweet little pussy. It was hers, Wanda made sure she’d nailed that into you even before you’d started dating.

She hummed at the sight of you, her thumb rubbing softly at your clit, watching the way your breathing got faster and as your face contorted as you slept. It made her clench her thighs together and she let out a soft whine.

Wanda kept toying with your little button as she liked to call it, pinching and rubbing gently. You had begun to whimper and Wanda loved every second of it.

Wanda thrusted a few fingers inside languidly, pressing sloppy kisses to your stomach as she did so. You were getting louder, still asleep as Wanda worked you up, building you up and up, before she suddenly stopped. She bit her lip a little, gazing up at you before back down at your cunt.

She leaned down and with a happy sniff, she licked long strokes along your slit. She groaned to herself and shivered at the taste of you, almost immediately becoming sloppy as she ate you out. You started waking up, eyes opening tiredly. Your hands reached down and grabbed at her hair, groaning out her name to the world.

Wanda brought you to the edge again, grinning at you as her nose pressed against your clit. “Please mommy, fuck please gotta cum” you whined out, thrusting your hips up to meet her. Wanda tsked softly, delivering a short slap to your thigh making you stop immediately.

“Now now, we want to be mommy’s good girl don’t we sweetheart? You don’t need to cum, you’ll wait till I say so” she growled softly, your grip loosening a bit on her hair as you nodded quietly. It didn’t matter what Wanda said, you would always do what she asked. You were her good little girl, and you were so proud of it.

Wanda went back to her long licks, her warm tongue sending you absolutely spiraling in The best way possible. She built you up, your orgasm so close, and she knew it. “Hold it baby” she whispered, hearing your groan in response.

You held it for a little bit, waiting not so patiently. God everything felt like a roller coaster ride, building you up and not letting you crash back down, not yet.

There was a beat of silence in the room before Wanda tapped your thigh twice, giving you the go ahead to let go. You came hard, your thighs trapping her face between your legs. You cried out, bucking gently against her as you rode out your orgasm.

“Shhh, love, it’s okay” Wanda whispered gently, rubbing your sides with a gentle softness that would surprise anyone after that.

She pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, her eyes darkening again as she did so. “Breathe, lovely. I promise you- well I can’t promise that. But we’ll be here all night” Wanda whispered to you, your only response being a quiet moan.

#venus writes #wanda Maximoff x reader #kinktober 2023 #wanda x reader #smut #smut fic #wanda x fem!reader

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 8- Cockwarming

I got this idea from a My Hero fic and I think it just fits so well with Jaehyun!

Pairing: Non-Idol!Mafia!Jaehyun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Voyeurism, nicknames (my love, baby), honorifics (Sir), unprotected sex (I have been in a mood apparently), creampie.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

It was not always easy being the wife of one of the biggest mafia bosses in Korea. It did come with perks though. One of those perks is that when your husband got stressed after a particularly hard job you were always there to take care of him. Today was slightly different though. He had a really important meeting with another boss today and if he was able to get this deal going then NCT would be able to spread even further and control even more territory. To say that Jaehyun was stressed about this meeting going well was an understatement. That is why he called for you to be in this meeting with him. You thought he just wanted moral support and now here you were sitting on his lap your long skirt covering the fact that he was fully sheathed inside of you.

When you walked into his office where he was going to have the meeting you were not prepared for the request he made that has landed you in this situation. "Come here my love," he had said, "I need you to do something for me. I am very stressed about this meeting and I need you to help me take my mind off things so it can go well."

"Of course I will help Jae," you replied none the wiser, "What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to sit with me," he said sitting down on the couch in the room. You go to sit down next to him.

"Not there," he said stopping you from sitting next to him, " I want you to sit here." When he finished his sentence he moved to undo his dress slacks and pull his already hard cock. Your mouth fell open. You couldn't believe he was asking you to cockwarm him during this very important meeting. You couldn't say that it didn't excite you though. Still stunned you did move to go sit on his lap. He helped you take your panties off and he stuffed them into the pocket of his slacks. You sat on his cock and slowly let him enter you fully. Once you were sat down and he was all the way inside you helped him move around your skirt so no one would be able to tell and then he spoke to you again, "If you can be a good girl for me and not move during the whole meeting you will get a reward, but if you move I won't let you cum after this do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," you replied knowing full well he would keep true to that promise. Now here you were sitting on his lap with him buried deep inside you the meeting was only halfway over and you weren't sure how much more you could take. It was getting so hard to not move your hips with his cock still rock hard inside you. You could feel just how wet you were and you were sure it was dripping onto Jaehyun's expensive pants. You were able to hold it together though. Jaehyun was able to close the deal and the other boss finally left.

Jaehyun then turns to his second in command, "Taeyong I have something I would like to discuss with my wife please step out for a moment. Oh, and lock the door please." Taeyong does as he's told and once the door is fully closed Jaehyun addresses you again, "You did so good for me baby. That must have been so hard for you I can feel you dripping down my cock. Are you ready for your reward?"

"Yes sir please please I need it please," waiting this long had you a begging mess. He wasted no time holding your hips down while bucking up into yours at a fast pace. You were both wound so tight that it didn't take long for you to cum on his cock and him not far behind. He stilled inside you filling you up with his cum.

"Thank you, my love," he said rubbing your back, "I really needed that."

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A/N: I am finally back on track! Hooray, I apologize but it was a wild weekend. I hope you all enjoyed this! Asks are still open so send me anything and everything!

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #x reader #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut #k pop smut #nct smut #jung jaehyun

[safetycar-restart]

KINKTOBER DAY 14: GANG BANG [MERCEDES X READER]

NOTE: This is a nsfw fic with dom!reader and sub!Mick, featuring Lewis, George, Toto and Bono. If you're under 18 or uninterested, then scroll past. If you like what you see here, then check out the rest of my blog :))

This fic forms part of a kinktober series where I discuss a different concept with different motorsport athletes. We discuss the concepts in more detail on my blog so if you're inspired by what you read here, feel free to stop by!

(This fic takes place in an dom/sub AU everyone is either a dom, sub or switch. Reader is the Mercedes team dom, with Mick being the team sub. If you like this AU, you can check out more of it on my blog under the 'D/S AU' tag)

Qatar 2023. Lewis DNFs, crashing into George and nearly taking George out the race. Somehow, George fights his way to 4th.

Mick has no idea what to do. When they crash on lap 1, Mick outwardly whines and turns to see where you are. He hates seeing his team upset, and he already knows this will cause so much drama. As the team sub, all he wants is to be a good boy for his team and make everyone happy.

Mick finds you sitting with the pit crew and drags you back to where he and Toto are watching the race. Toto glances at you, nodding for a moment and turning back to the screen.

When the race ends, Mick has no idea what to do with himself. He wants to go find and comfort lewis, but George deserves to be celebrated. He just turns to you, having no idea what to do.

When you go to Lewis, he's devastated, and he refuses to take any comfort from you because he says he needs to wait until George finishes the race so he can apologise. If this were George, you would have pulled your rank as team dom and made him come with you. But you know that Lewis needs to address this directly with George before he can do anything else.

So you agree to wait until the race is finished.

Once you agree to that, you go to fetch Mick because you're sure the poor thing must be distraught. And he is, he's cuddled up on Toto's lap, hiding in toto's lap and resting his head against toto's earphones so he can hear the radio chatter.

He spots you approaching and tries to get up but Toto tightens his hold on Mick, clearly taking comfort from the team sub himself. So instead you order Mick to say where he is and comfort Toto, promising him that you're looking after Lewis.

So that's how it goes until the race ends, with you and Bono waiting with Lewis while Mick stays with Toto. When things finally end, George has done an amazing job. 4th!!

Lewis is the first to speak to George, apologising for what he's done and hugging him. George nods, hugging Lewis back but it's very clear that he is not fully okay.

Mick turns to you, unsure of what to do.

And for a moment you arent sure either, because you have two team members who need very different things. But then you think about it, thinking about how disjoined the entire team is and realise what the best solution is.

Everyone scenes together, whoever wants to join can.

Mick, of course, is very willing to do whatever you say, trusting that it will be what the team needs. Lewis and George knows better than to argue with you, and you just give Toto one look and he's on his way. Bono ends up joining too.

Mick is confused and unsure what to do, looking to you for guidance because everything feels so disjointed and no one knows what to do.

You take everyone back to the hotel, telling Toto, George, Lewis and bono to sit and watch while you prep Mick. You tell them they aren't to talk, just sit and watch.

Mick is so good for you, laying on his back with his knees pulled up to his chest and letting out little whines as you slowly open him up.

Before you can finish, George speaks up and asks if he can lay with Mick, if he can hold his hand. And well, how could you possibly say no to that? So you let George come and sit on the bed, and pulls mick's head into his lap and holds his hand.

"Good boys," you tell them, smiling when they both beam at you.

Mick and George are your good boys, so seeing them cuddled up while Mick feels good is perfect, exactly what those two need.

When you're happy with how prepped Mick is, you move to the top of the bed, sitting on the other side of Mick and calling the other three forward.

Toto, bono and Lewis get to take turns fucking Mick, while you and George comfort him and hold him.

By the end Mick is so fucked out he can barely move, just rolls over into your arms and mumbles his thanks.

Toto says behind for aftercare, always extra protective of Mick. So you and Toto clean Mick up, with George staying at mick's side the entire time, not wanting to let his fellow sub out of his sight.

Right before you're about to go to sleep, you get a message from Lewis, asking if he can come back and spend the night.

#kinktober tag #sub!Mick #ms #sub!George #gr #nsfw. #d/s au

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Size

Pairing: Soft Dark!Thor Odinson x Reader

Kink Prompt: Size [Size Kink]

Word Count: 1,956

Summary: You accept a catering job from a customer.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Lightly Implied Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Size Kink, Stalking, Smut, Darkfic, Forced Intoxication, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number five and the latest of my very late week 2 fics for my kinktober celebration! mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​

Thor’s… infatuation begins as all things do—small. 

 It is perhaps the turn of your head as you make his coffee—dark and sweet, the way he likes it. Or maybe the set of your mouth as you pour, full lips pressed together into as you concentrate. Small, soft hands, sweet, round face, filling his thoughts to bursting, and still he cannot get enough of you. Your flour smudged cheeks, fingers stained with spun sugar, you are as addictive as the sweets he lines up for, standing a full head taller than every other person in the queue. 

 He isn’t entirely sure when he began coming for you instead of the sweets lining the shelves and window displays of your shop. His first visit, Thor had thought of nothing else besides assuaging his craving for sweets. Now, however, his thoughts are consumed with other things—

 Like whether or not the girth of his cock will fit between your pretty lips. 

 He inhales the scent of warm sugar and browned butter, shifting impatiently. He wants to force his way to the front, demand you close down and serve only him, the way he would if he were home, on Asgard. But he knows that you require a light touch, a gentler hand. The way you peek bashfully up at him through your lashes when he finally reaches the front of the line tells him this. 

 “H-hello, um, again,” you say, a smile spreading across your full lips. Your hair is tied back with a white kerchief, but a few curls spring out to frame your pretty face. He watches your throat move as you swallow nervously. 

 “Greetings,” he replies, gracing you with a charming smile. He rubs the back of his neck a little, as his smile turns embarrassed. “I fear I simply cannot stay away.” His self-deprecating laugh earns him a sweet little laugh. 

 “Oh gosh. That’s, you’re just—“ You stammer nervously, shaking your head. “Flatterer.”

 “We had a baker, in the castle. His only task was to deliver the finest of pastries to us. I fear you have him beat on all accounts.” You shake your head, laughing again, this time with disbelief. “And that is not flattery. It cannot be flattery if it is true.”

 Uncomfortable with the compliment, you try to steer the conversation back to the transaction, the one thing Thor is trying to put off. “You’re too kind. What can I get for you today?” 

 “I shall have two of your fruit tarts. And one of these, please.” He points to a delicately frosted cookie in one of the display cases. As you’re puttering about getting his order together, Thor clears his throat. “I also come with a business proposal.” 

 You stop and turn to look at him. “Like… a catering thing?” 

 He nods. 

 “Yes. We are to celebrate the start of the harvest season, might you grace our tables with your talents?” You swallow again, teeth sinking into your deliciously plump lower lip as you slowly drop the cookie into a wax paper bag and replace the tongs on the lid. 

 “Where is it?”

 —

 New Asgard is not as glorious to behold as his home once was, but he is still impressed by the traditional architecture the remainder of his people have been able to erect. The mead hall is bright and bustling with activity, the festivities well underway. Thor watches as you flit from serving table to serving table, fussing over the plates. When you see him watching you, you smile apologetically. 

 “Sorry. I get… controlling, when I cater.” You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope everything has been good.”

 “Delicious. I could not have asked for better.” He produces a goblet of Asgardian wine, and it’s massive in your small hands. “I do not believe you have partaken.” He smiles. “It is a celebration, is it not?”

 You try to put the goblet down on the small table, but Thor’s smile drops by a fraction. He sees the desire to please in you plainly, and this time is no exception as you hesitate, and then turn back to him. 

 “I’m—well, you know, I’m working, technically.” He looses a booming laugh in response.

 “If you are working, then I am your employer, am I not? Please, enjoy the evening.” He watches you carefully as you tip the goblet up to your lips. Your eyebrows rise with surprise. 

 “This is good, actually.” You sniff at the alcohol, looking up at him. “I’m not really much of a drinker,” you admit with a sheepish look. 

 “Mead. Our finest. You’ll find the quality quite different from that of your Midgardian brew.” 

 “Yes, it’s sweeter,” you chirp, taking another sip. Thor is careful to keep the knowing smile from his face. “I like it.” He chats idly with you as you finish it, draining the goblet. 

 “I must ask. What led you to this profession?”

 “Oh, um. My grandmother, actually.” The alcohol has loosened your tongue. You press a hand to your warm cheek. “I grew up with her, and she was always baking. I’m sure you can tell,” you point at yourself, a self-shame dripping from every syllable. 

 “I’m afraid I do not share that particular Midgardian sensibility,” he says casually. “My people find a,” he pauses, letting his eyes linger on yours for a moment more than was appropriate, “robust figure to be a sign of good health.” His smile widens by a fraction. “And virility.”  He turns to a passing server, and plucks another two goblets of wine from her tray. Thor presents one to you, and you’re too flustered not to take it. 

 You take a few sips, and Thor readies his timed apology. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend.”

 “Y-you, um, you didn’t.” You’re eager to change the subject, and Thor obliges. 

 “Would you like a tour?” He asks, the smile on his face turning proud. “I would be honored to show you.” You want to be talking about anything other than yourself, and so you nod as Thor watches you drain your second goblet. 

 “Yes, yes please. That would be wonderful.” 

 He walks you through the tapestries lining the walls of the great hall, victories and feats of valor performed by his father, his ancestors. There are artifacts on marble pedestals in the hallway, and as Thor closes the large doors behind him, the sound of festivities fades into interminable silence. You marvel appropriately at his treasures, and Thor beams at you. 

 “My father’s helm,” he replies, nodding at the golden helmet you stand in front of. “It was quite something to see him ride into battle.” 

 “These are amazing,” you reply earnestly. “I’m… I’m very sorry. About what happened.” 

 His smile turns grim. “Yes.” He grimaces. “A loss I fear my people shall never recover from.” The long hallway begins to slope upward, leading to a set of stone steps. He leads you up them, and you follow unquestioningly. His own chambers are above the mead hall, ornately furnished in the style of his destroyed home. You gape at the luxury of it as he leads you inside, your eyes moving from the brightly lit fire in the hearth to the bed, the balcony. The settees and pillows in front of the hearth make for fine seating, and there is a pitcher of wine and two glasses on the table. Thor motions for you to sit, and you do. 

 You smooth the silky fabric of your dress behind you carefully as you perch on the pillows, and Thor begins to pour you another glass. 

 “I really shouldn’t—”

 “What is another glass of wine between friends, hmm?” He asks, knowing full well that the inside of your skull must be buzzing fiercely already. Cowed, you meekly accept the goblet, raising it to your lips as he raises his. “I must complement you once again,” he says, and you fidget, drinking deeply from your goblet. 

 “T-thank you. I honestly… I can’t believe you asked me.” Thor settles himself beside you, close enough that your thighs touch. 

 “I could think of none better.” His hand falls to your shoulder, and you swallow thickly, and lean forward to place your goblet back on the little table in front of you. You miscalculate though, and almost miss. Thor quickly snatches the cup from your alcohol-clumsy fingers with a chuckle. 

“Careful, little mouse.”

 You duck your head.  “I’m—I’m sorry. I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.” The words are slurry and heavy on your tongue, he can tell by how their edges run together, the words blurring like runny watercolor. “I—”

 “It is strong, is it not?” He hums, placing it on the table. 

 “Y-yes.” You blink up at him blearily before shaking your head. “I-I should go. Check back on the—” His hand clamps down your thigh, large enough to cover most of it with his palm. Thor squeezes gently. 

 “No, pet,” Thor chides you softly. “We’re having a conversation. It is rude to leave now.” You squeak as he squeezes again. “You know, I quite like you.” He revels in the feel of your soft skin under the thin fabric of your dress, his hand moving slowly up and down your thigh. Your eyes widen as you search for an exit, your mouth opening and closing while you try to find words to dissuade him.

 “Th-that’s very nice, but, I, um—”

 Thor chokes off your protests by lifting the goblet to your lips for you. He tilts it up as his other hand slides behind your head. Your eyes widen with shock, and you cough, sputtering as he tips the wine down your throat. Some of it runs out of the corners of your mouth as you choke on it, but far more of it goes down your throat. You feel dizzy and sick as he pulls away, swaying dangerously on the couch. 

 His hands are already working at his belts and trousers furiously, before loosing the cape at his shoulders. You lift a hand to your head as you try—and fail—to stand, falling back to the cushions. Thor hushes your drunken, mumbled protests with his own mouth, sighing as he runs his tongue along the seam of your lips. You’re so small, his hands span almost the length of your waist as he grabs you about the hips, pulling you down until your hips fit lewdly against his. You try to close your thighs around his hips clumsily. The movement forces your dress up your hips, exposing your panties as you fidget.

 “—I, wait—”

 “It’s alright, pet,” he brushes one of this thumbs across your lips, slipping it between them as you open your mouth to speak again. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He groans at the sight of you, and slaps his cock against your vulva a few times for good measure. 

 “F-feel good?” You mumble drunkenly, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes. 

 “Oh yes, pet,” he purrs, fisting his length in one hand. The thick, veiny length of him stretches almost to your belly button, and as he plays with the swelling nub at your center, you grow slick and whiny. Your breath hitches in your chest as he presses against your tight entrance, your cunt stretching reluctantly around his head. You whine, pressing your head back into the pillows as you huff through your teeth. 

 “T-too big, Thor—” The head pops inside and he feels you shudder, the words turning into an embarrassedly pleased moan. 

 “On the contrary pet,” he says lowly, drawing back only to drive in another few inches. “I think it’s just right.”

 fin

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[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 18 (Body Modification)

Victor Zsasz x Reader (NSFW)

(1,152 Words)

Summary: Zsasz makes his mark

Warnings/Tags: 18+, female reader (I got self indulgent sorry LMAO), knifeplay, bloodplay, scarification, penetrative sex, love confessions (yeah, I got REALLY self indulgent), aftercare, fluff (SLAYYY)

Notes: God, I love him. I got SO self indulgent with this one bc I’ve been having a shitty week. All my mutuals should’ve seen this one coming LMAO anyway, enjoy the fic!!!

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Victor Zsasz loves to make his mark. Most infamously known, are the vast array of tally marks that are carved into his skin. Every mark, a symbol of every life he’s ever taken; every light that’s been snuffed out. In his mind, the marks serve as mementos; being made in the moment as a reminder for a lifetime. It’s an act of permanence. It’s an act of devotion.

So to him, it only makes sense to mark you just as he marks himself.

Apprehension and anticipation linger all around you. You sit there, completely still. Your upper half is completely exposed to him, save for your bra, leaving every inch of your blank, unmarked flesh in his view. Your shirt is discarded, laying in a crumpled pile on the floor. The soft sound of Victor’s footsteps fill you ears, pacing slowly behind you. Suspense and excitement fill your stomach. A deep inhale makes its way into your chest when you feel the cold metal of his switchblade touch your skin.

“I’m not gonna lie to you,” his voice is honest, firm, yet comforting. “This is gonna hurt…” you can feel the warmth of his hand on your shoulder, smoothing down your arm. “…A lot.”

“I appreciate you doing this Victor,” you turn to look at him. “But honestly, I’m a little scared.”

He stands over you. The blade, lightly trails along your chest, just below your collarbone, where you assume the mark will be made, your nerves spike, but you choose to swallow them down, knowing this is how Victor expresses love, in his own, sick way- not that you minded. He kneels, making his way down to your level. His hand guides you chin down to gaze into his dark eyes, filled with reassurance.

“I can promise you,” you feel his thumb gently rub over your cheek, “The pain won’t last long.”

His gaze is intense. Taking a deep breath in, you nod. “I trust you.”

He lets out a grin, tucking your hair behind you ear. He plants a soft kiss to your cheek where he was caressing over it. “Attagirl.”

Your heart flutters at his assurance. For someone so keen on sadism, getting off on the pain of others, Victor was being surprisingly comforting with you.

You can feel his body looming over you, feeling his head look over you to find the exact spot where he would mark you. He makes contact with your eyes, giving each other nodded approval to do it.

The metal is cold and exceedingly sharp. You can hardly feel it when he cuts you. The sensation almost feels pleasant as the blade glides through your flesh. You feel yourself bite back a shriek when he digs the knife deeper into your skin, making sure the cut will leave a lasting scar. Your breath hitches in your chest as he continues dragging the knife into you. Fresh crimson spills out from the cuts being left in the blade’s wake.

“God,” Victor lets out a soft growl, “I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.”

He’s in awe of the blood trickling down your chest. It coats your chest, running down, nearly dripping down to your bra. You let out an abrupt whimper, unable to hold in the increasing pain.

“Fuck!” you cry out. Your bra strap slips past your shoulder. You feel Victor’s body directly behind you, almost in an hug. His hand smoothes your shoulder firmly, comforting.

“It’s okay,” He hushes you. “I know, I know.”

Those next few seconds, the pain is excruciating. You get up, turning around and steadying yourself on him, wanting nothing more to be enveloped in his embrace. Your eyes meet his, gazing at each other for just a second before crashing your lips together.

You feel yourself being carried over to the bed, feeling Victor’s hungry grasp taking off your already disarrayed bra. You suck in a harsh breath, feeling his tongue lick up the blood that dripped down your tits.

“You did so well,” Victor praises as he devours your bloodied flesh, slowly trailing downward, “I’m proud of you, taking that like a champ.”

“Oh god, V-Victor,” you whimper. You feel your pants being slipped off from under you. Your cunt aches, dripping with arousal as Victor thumbs your clit through your underwear. “I fucking need you.”

Victor gazes at you, carnally. His eyelids are hooded, lust swirling within his eyes. He pulls out a condom from his pocket, tearing the wrapper quickly with his teeth. He urgently slides the rubber onto his cock and eases himself inside you.

You can feel Victor’s body on top of yours, being careful to avoid the cut-up area of your chest. He positions himself, leaning on his shoulders to look at you. He rocks into you slowly, feeling your soaked cunt clench around his cock. As he picks up the pace, he presses his lips to yours feeling yourself moan into his mouth. His tongue feels heavenly and you feel yourself melting into him, letting out a hushed breath when he bites your lip, pulling away.

“You like that?” He asks breathlessly

“Y-yes,” you grunt out tenderly. “You feel fucking amazing.”

Victor chuckled, rolling his hips. You feel your cunt flutter around him as he continues to fuck you. You grip onto him tightly, nails sure to leave some marks on his back. He lets out an amorous groan, enjoying the way you hurt him.

“I love what you do to me,” Victor moans. His pace is rapid, hitting the deepest parts of you, making it hard to keep yourself quiet. You can feel your orgasm swiftly approaching, and judging by his pace- utterly frantic, so could Victor. “Your my girl, and I fucking love you.”

You’re taken aback by his abrupt confession, but honestly? You feel the same. Your hand drops down to your clit, rubbing it quickly, desperate for release. You cry out after he hits a particularly sensitive spot, once again slamming your mouth to his as you ride out your orgasm. He thrusts himself deep into you, a guttural groan escaping his lips as his orgasm isn’t far behind yours.

When all is said and done, you’re completely fucked out, disheveled, and exhausted. The air grows thick, heavy around you as he crashes onto your uncut side.

“Thank you,” you breathe out. “You are so good to me.”

Victor smiles, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. He runs a hand through your hair, before holding out a hand, pulling you up. He turns around, grabbing some towels and antibiotics for the cut “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Hey Victor,” he looks over at you, head cocked curiously. “I love you too.”

You couldn’t wait for the cut to heal. The healed scar in the shape of a heart would soon be a testament to the love you have for one another.

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[levithestripper]

Patience Is a Virtue

summary:

stuck in winchester due to a quicker-than-usual winter and confined inside king ecbert’s castle with nothing to do, ragnar finds himself trailing behind athelstan, being strung along to god knows where. but his little priest promises it's worth it, and ragnar makes good on athelstan’s promise.

warnings: fluff, smut, porn with a sprinkling of plot, corruption kink, god complex, church sex, oral sex, semi-public sex (?), religious imagery and guilt, degradation kink, praise kink, aftercare.

length: 7.6k || read on ao3 || join my taglist

a/n: born of a thought i had with @grantairescurls :) the brainworms consumed me while writing this and i somehow managed to finish it before the new year. ending the past two years with an athelnar fic may become a tradition around here who knows. ANYWAYS i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did while writing it. doubles as day 16 of my three year old kinktober series i'm struggling to finish lmfao.

Winchester is a fascinating place. The landscape is similar enough to Norway’s, albeit missing the country’s magnificent mountains and rolling hills that Ragnar has somehow grown bored of. It has grown even closer in similarity these last few months, with winter bringing heavy snowstorms, covering the courtyard in fluffy white snow that glitters in the cold sunlight.

Free of King Ecbert’s all-knowing gaze, he walks beside Athelstan, eagerly waiting to see where his priest is leading him. But he’s known for being impatient, voicing his restlessness to Athelstan, a man who has enough patience for the both of them. “Where are you taking me, little priest?” Ragnar asks, trying to push the right buttons to irritate him, but it fails. 

“Patience is a virtue, Ragnar,” he replies, a knowing look on his face.

Ragnar rolls his eyes with a dramatic groan, earning himself a quiet chuckle from his friend. “Well, are we close, at least?” 

Athelstan doesn’t answer him on purpose, knowing it’ll annoy him further. Before Ragnar can continue to complain, Athelstan announces they’ve arrived at their destination. “We’re here.”

They stand in front of two giant wooden doors at the end of the long cobblestone hallway they found themselves in. The black metal handles make it look like the entrance to a dungeon. 

Ragnar looks at Athelstan with confusion. Ath must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere! Ath surely can’t be serious when he says this is what he is so eager to show him! “Didn’t realize you’re a comedian, Athelstan,” he smirks. “Come on, where are we going, truthfully?”

Athelstan turns to meet his gaze, unaffected by Ragnar’s cockiness, far too used to him and his shenanigans. “I told you, patience is a virtue.” He leaves Ragnar’s side, walking up two pointless steps, and takes hold of the cold metal handles, pulling both doors open in a grand reveal of what lay behind. Light flooded the dark hallway, causing Ragnar to raise a shielding hand to his brow. 

Through squinted eyes, what he sees takes his breath away. Larger-than-life stained glass windows filter the massive amount of winter sunlight into a rainbow of colors across the beautiful stone floors. Despite the colorful sunlight, the room is still relatively dark. The ceiling is taller than the hallways’, at least three stories worth of height between the two, the top coming together at a point. Hanging from the pointed ceiling is a fancy—and expensive-looking—candlelit chandelier, adding to the specific atmosphere in the room that Ragnar can’t find a descriptor name for. In the center of the room is a marble statue depicting what appears to be a stable of some kind. The wall behind the statue hangs a large wooden cross with a bronze man nailed to it. 

“This is what I wanted to show you.” Athelstan looks as if he is in his God’s heaven. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Ragnar slowly trails behind him, head craning back to absorb everything before him. “Is this what you talk so much of back home? What is it called…” he mumbles under his breath, searching for the word in English. “A… church?”

Athelstan smiles at the effort Ragnar is putting towards getting the correct answer all on his own. “Close. A chapel,” he says in Norse, then repeats the new word in English.

He nods, trying to commit the phrase to memory. “What is the difference?” he asks, returning to Norse. 

“A chapel is a place for private prayers, while a church is for congregations led by a priest.” Ath lets Ragnar take his hand within his callused one, keeping him close. 

The Vikingr’s eyes light up at the mention of a priest. Finally, something he knew something about! “A priest? A priest like mine?” 

Ragnar’s words cause a red dust to bloom across Athelstan’s cheeks. “I’m not a priest, Ragnar.” 

He shrugs. “They’re basically the same thing.” Ragnar turns and points at the marbled statue in the center of the room. “What is that? It’s not like anything you’ve told me about.”

Athelstan looks to where he is pointing and pulls Ragnar towards it with the hand the Vikingr still held onto. “This is a nativity scene!” 

He looks at him with a confused expression, suddenly lost again. “A nativity scene? What is a nativity?” Ragnar asks, the English word feeling foreign and unnatural on his tongue.

He gnaws on his thick bottom lip as he mulls over the easiest way to explain it in Norse. He sighs. “A nativity is the place of someone’s birth. And a nativity scene is a depiction of that.” Ragnar circles the statue, looking at it from every angle imaginable as if he were sizing an opponent up for a fight. He crosses his arms over his chest, pressing his elbow into the meat of his forearm, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. 

“Why?”

It’s Athelstan’s turn to feel puzzled now. “What?”

“You heard me, Ath. Why? What is the point?” 

Ath moves to stand beside him. “It’s a recreation of the birth of our Savior.”

Ragnar interrupts him. “Our savior?” he questions, voice full of snark.

“Shut it and listen,” he smacks his bicep. “It’s how the faith celebrates the birth of the son of God all year round. Every year around this time, churches will put together beautiful masses to commemorate the birth of Jesus. It’s an important symbol in the religion, making the Lord tangible for all the world. Etching it into stone makes it permanent, ensuring parishioners never forget that He was once a helpless babe like they were.” 

He doesn’t respond immediately, absorbing Athelstan’s words and attempting to understand them to the best of his abilities. “God’s son?” Ragnar squats in front of the marble baby. The stone infant slept in a pile of straw compiled within a trough, surrounded by who Ragnar assumed were his parents and extended family. Ragnar trails his finger across the babe’s cold forehead, feeling the finely chiseled details against his skin. “Is this the eldest son?”

Athelstan sits cross-cross next to him, nodding.

“Like Thor?”

Ath makes a face. “I suppose so.”

“Who are your god’s other children? Why are they not here?” Ragnar shifts to sit as well. “Why dishonor his other children this way?”

“Jesus is God’s only son.”

Ragnar chuckles. “Your god must be stupid, then. Betting everything on one son, only for him to die before having sons of his own.”

“Everything was a part of His plan, making Jesus’ death far from stupid,” Ath counters, leaning against Ragnar’s shoulder. 

The Vikingr sighs deeply. “Do you worship him still? This Jesus.”

Athelstan shrugs. “I see the Lord in the blooming of spring flowers, but I hear Thor in my ears when I run into battle beside you. I feel the Lord in the summertime breeze, but I pray to Freyja to protect my norse sisters when they enter motherhood.”

“You’re a confusing man, Athelstan. No matter how much I learn about you, you never fail to reveal something I’m incapable of understanding.” Ragnar’s words earn him a giggle from the man beside him. 

Ath turns his head, his chin digging into the soft tissue in Ragnar’s shoulder. “You’d be bored if I were any different.” Ragnar’s silence is telling, confirming Athelstan’s statement as correct. 

Ragnar doesn’t stay silent for long. He never is quiet for long, always spouting the first thing that comes to mind. “Why is there no table?”

“Table?” Ath questions. 

“The table!” he repeats as if that would clarify it. He gestures with his hands, trying to visualize the image in his head by drawing it in the air. “The table the priest hides behind!”

Ragnar’s words finally clicked inside Ath’s head. “Oh! You mean the altar?” He nods. “Chapels don’t have altars since they’re designed for individual prayer.”

“That’s a shame,” he says with a coy smirk, a devious glint in his icy-blue eyes.

Athelstan raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh, yeah? Now, why is that?” Ragnar invades Ath’s personal space, noses just barely touching. It doesn’t startle him in the slightest, having grown quite used to it in the past handful of years being Ragnar’s partner.

Teasingly, he licks the tip of Ath’s nose. He leans in, whispering hotly in his ear. “If there were a table,” Ragnar refuses to call it by its proper name, purposely to irk him, “I could bend you over and fuck you on it.” He finishes with a sultry drag of his tongue up the shell of Athelstan’s ear, biting the lobe when the younger man shudders underneath him.

Athelstan’s expression looks as if he can’t decide between being aroused or being appalled. “Ragnar!”

“What, little priest? Does the idea of fucking on your god’s table make you uncomfortable?” Ragnar slides a rough hand over one of Athelstan’s thighs. “Or does the thought of defiling your Lord’s precious altar fill you with an embarrassing feeling of desire?” Ragnar’s words are hot against his ear, drawing another shudder from him.

“Ragnar!” Athelstan exclaims, his face a bright shade of red. 

His smirk broadens as he drinks in Ath’s reaction. “Hm? Did I strike a nerve in you, my love?” Ragnar goads, teasing his hand further up Athelstan’s inner thigh, fingertips sending tingles straight to Ath’s slowly hardening cock. “Maybe I should take you right here instead, take you apart piece by piece in front of your beloved stone nativity.”

Athelstan grasps his wrist, halting his hand from edging along any further. “We can’t—I can’t. Not here.” 

“Then explain why your cock is telling me a different story, my love,” he hums, breaking free of Athelstan’s hold to cup the man’s groin in his palm. Ragnar feels his own cock twitch against his thigh. “Let me show your god exactly how I worship you.” Ragnar closes the barely-there gap between them, lips pressing against his messily, hungrily. Athelstan practically melts under his ministrations, just like always. He grips Ragnar’s wrist again, trying to keep himself grounded, or else he feels as if he might float away. 

“Ragnar, we can’t, it’s wrong!” Athelstan isn’t sure if he’s saying it to convince himself or Ragnar. Maybe both. When he’s kissing him, he can’t be sure of much. “Seriously,” Ragnar kisses him again. “We shouldn’t—” Another kiss. “We can’t!” Another kiss, this one sloppier than the rest.

Ragnar mocks him teasingly. “We can’t! We shouldn’t! It’s wrong! You should give me a real reason, little priest.” He moves to kiss down Ath’s neck, sucking on the spot he knows will make the man whimper and shiver. “Don’t try and hide how badly you want this. You know I can see right through your little disguise, sweetheart.” Ragnar squeezes Ath’s quickly thickening cock, pulling sweet, embarrassing noises from him. Athelstan’s resolve is quickly deteriorating, much to Ragnar’s pleasure.

“This is no fair; you’re no fair, Ragnar,” Ath complains, forgetting to add malice to his insult. His blush has spread down the column of his neck, making Ragnar want to suck pretty purple bruises into the soft skin there. Ragnar’s quick to act on his impulses, leaving an impossible-to-hide bruise in his wake. “What—What if someone walks in?” Ath manages to stutter out.

He chuckles darkly, the sound reverberating in his chest. “So what?” he snickers, kissing a line down Ath’s neck, roughly tugging on the neckline of his tunic so he can continue along his shoulder. “Who cares if someone finds us. It wouldn’t stop me.” Quickly finding the blue fabric irritating, Ragnar pulls it over Ath’s head and tosses it behind them without a care. Taking off his own shit as well, Ragnar pushes him to lie on his back, shoving his tunic underneath Ath’s head as a makeshift pillow. “So what if your beloved god watches me fuck you? He should be honored to watch one of his creations be so thoroughly taken care of,” he hums, his words sending another wave of sparks through Athelstan’s body.

Athelstan doesn’t have a response for him. And even if he did, he doesn’t think he’d be capable of speaking without stumbling over every word. So he stays silent to keep from embarrassing himself further. The lack of any comeback made Ragnar grin maliciously.

“Not talking, my little priest?” he asks coyly. “Now, now, why could that be? I know you’re good with your words.” As Ragnar speaks, his deft fingers quickly begin unlacing Athelstan’s trousers. “Perhaps,” he licks his lips enticingly, his grin morphing into a familiar cocky smirk, “perhaps you want me to turn you into a dirty little sinner. Maybe you just don’t wanna admit how hard the thought of defiling your beloved god’s house makes you. ‘Cause then,” Ragnar leans down to whisper in his ear, his breath hot against his lover’s skin, “you’d be a filthy heathen like me.”

All of the willpower Athelstan had mustered up ‘till down crumbles around him at Ragnar’s words, the thought alone making his pretty pale blue eyes roll backward in his skull. “Fuck, Ragnar,” he groans, his voice shaking as if he might start crying any minute. “Fuck it, fuck everything, fuck God—I need you right now!” Ath exclaims, wiggling out of his trousers and kicking them away. He fumbles with the ties on Ragnar’s pants, desperately trying to push them down his thick, muscled thighs.

Ragnar cheekily nips at the shell of his ear before helping Athelstan relieve him of his pants, leaving the pair in just their undergarments. “Didn’t hold out for as long as I thought you would, sweetheart. Are you that desperate for me to defile you? To ruin you in front of your god?” Ragnar kisses down his sternum, laving his tongue over the sparse freckles he found dotted across his lover’s chest. He teases his fingertips along the waistband of Athelstan’s underwear. “Is that right, Athelstan?” 

Instead of words, Ath whines pathetically, embarrassment flooding his senses. He felt his cock throb and leak beads of pre at the sound of Ragnar saying his name in such a lustful, inappropriate manner. “How long do you truly expect me to hold out for when you seduce me like this?” He unties Ragnar’s ponytail but leaves the braided sections alone, running his fingers through his now mostly loose locks. “You should leave your hair down more often.”

“Only if you promise to pull on it,” he says with a smirk, earning himself a deserved smack on the shoulder. With a giggle, Ragnar unceremoniously tugs down Ath’s underwear, watching intently as his cock slaps against his lover’s toned abdomen. Laying between Ath’s now spread legs, he mouths over his jutting hipbones, kissing everywhere but where Athelstan so desperately wishes he would. Ragnar lifts Athelstan’s legs to rest on his broad shoulders as his rough, weathered hands wrap around his thick, supple thighs, keeping him from squirming away. Nipping at his inner thigh with his teeth, Ragnar slowly makes his way down to Ath’s groin, littering small kisses as he goes. 

Slowly regaining his confidence, Athelstan teases him right back, gnawing on his bottom lip. “Starting to think your bark is worse than your bite, Ragnar.”

He cocks an eyebrow at him. “Oh? How so?”

“You’re going so slow it’s almost like you’ve got cold feet or something,” Athelstan smirks, egging him on.

Ragnar returns his gaze with sharp eyes, telling Ath everything he needs to know with just one look. If he wasn’t before, he’s sure in for it now. Ungentle hands spread the globes of Athelstan’s ass apart. The rush of cool air to the newly exposed skin makes his whole body shiver with anticipation. Ragnar licks a hot, thick stripe from Ath’s hole to just below his balls, drawing an unexpected yelp from him. The yelp soon turns to moans as Ragnar continues, each lap of his tongue sending his nerve endings into overdrive. Slowly working his hole loose, Ragnar slides a free hand up Athelstan’s chest, stopping when they reach his red, bite-swollen lips. “Go on, pretty boy, make them nice’n wet for me.”

He wastes no time, opening his mouth for two of Ragnar’s fingers, sucking on them fervently. Ath licks them from base to tip, acting as if they were his cock and not mere fingers. Once Ragnar deems them wet enough, he pulls them from Athelstan’s lips, a string of spit connecting them briefly before it breaks, now sticking to Ath’s chin instead. “Good job,” Ragnar hums, sliding his spit-slick fingers down Athelstan’s taint and over his entrance. “Do you feel your god? Can you feel him watching us? Watching you?” he taunts with a click of his tongue. Ragnar presses the pads of his fingers against his entrance, threatening to sink inside but never following through with it. 

Athelstan nods, embarrassment bubbling to the surface once more. 

“I don’t think he’ll still be your god after this, little priest,” he licks over his top teeth with a gross wet sound. “I think I’ll be your god instead.” With that, Ragnar presses two fingers inside him, and Athelstan’s jaw drops in a silent scream. The sudden stretch burns slightly, but he likes a little side dish of pain with his pleasure. 

Ragnar sits up, folding his legs underneath him. Athelstan’s legs are still propped up on Ragnar’s shoulders, stretching to stay up there as he moves. He unhurriedly thrusts his digits in and out of Ath’s tight hole, watching smugly as a lewd expression spreads across his lover’s face. Using his free hand, Ragnar holds Athelstan’s left leg steady, peppering light kisses along his meaty calf. 

“You can—fuck—you can add another finger; please add another finger,” he begs, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused on Ragnar. 

He chuckles, but it sounds like it came from the Vikingr’s chest instead of his throat. “What if I don’t?” The pads of his fingers just barely brush against Ath’s sweet spot, enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. “Weren’t you the one just lecturing me about how patience is a virtue?”

Athelstan huffs in frustration, mildly upset that his words were successfully being used against him. He chooses to ignore it for now, focusing on the first question posed to him instead. “I’d be upset.” He looks up at him with a devilish gaze as if he were daring Ragnar to go through with his threat. They both knew he wouldn’t. Ragnar enjoys taking him apart far too much to deprive him of it just to fulfill an empty threat. 

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we? A God has to keep his subjects happy, after all.” Ragnar slips out of him, wetting his ring finger with his own spit before pressing all three inside. Athelstan blesses his ears with a moan that sounds almost as pretty as he looks. “There we go,” Ragnar mumbles, spreading his fingers apart methodically, occasionally curling them against Ath’s sweet spot. After a few minutes, he deems Athelstan’s hole to be loose enough and pulls out, his knuckles glistening with a combination of their spit. Ragnar removes Athelstan’s legs from their home on his shoulders, motioning for him to sit up.

Quick to obey, he braces himself on the heels of his hands. Ragnar meets him the rest of the way, bending over slightly to kiss him. It’s sweeter than their previous kisses, but it’s not that way for long, Athelstan taking the lead and licking into Ragnar’s eager mouth, turning the sweet kiss into a sloppy makeout. Athelstan anchors his hands in Ragnar’s hair, tugging on it harshly, earning himself a low grumble from the older man. “Let me suck you off, love?” Ath whispers, lightly dragging his teeth down Ragnar’s neck.

He growls, the sound rumbling in his chest handsomely. “Like you need to ask.”

Athelstan wastes no time swapping positions, pulling Ragnar’s underwear down before settling between the man’s spread thighs. He doesn’t beat around the bush, far too eager to get his mouth around Ragnar’s thick cock. Laying down on the cold stone floor, Athelstan presses his face against the crease where Ragnar’s inner thigh meets his pelvis. Breathing in his scent, he lifts his head up and kisses the tip, licking a bead of pre-come off and swallowing. Holding Ragnar’s gaze, Athelstan slowly took him into his hot, wet mouth. Unable to keep his head up, Ragnar closes his eyes and revels in the feeling of Ath’s lips around him. 

“Didn’t know you had such a sinful little mouth, Ath,” Ragnar groans out, putting all his effort towards not fucking his lover’s throat ‘till he can’t speak correctly.

He simply hums around him, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his core. Sinking down to the base, Athelstan chokes slightly when the tip hits the back of his throat. He gradually quickens the pace as he loosens his jaw, allowing for more of Ragnar’s cock to fit down his throat. Returning the favor, Ragnar yanks on Ath’s dark brown curls, keeping him from pulling off for a few seconds. Spit and drool drip from the base of his cock and down his heavy ballsack, eventually pooling on the gray stone beneath them. Ath’s chin is also slick with spit, his beard damp and curling even more due to the moisture. 

With each bob of his head, the room echoes with sounds of him slurping and the occasional gag. One would think Athelstan had no idea he was in a church based on how he was acting, slobbering around a heathen’s cock as if it were what he was put on this Earth to do. He tongues the thick vein running along the underside of Ragnar’s cock, drawing a strangled moan from the man. Ath does it again before moving upwards, focusing all his attention on the overly sensitive head. He teases the slit he finds there, eagerly lapping up all the pre-come that had begun to dribble out. The action causes Ragnar’s cock to throb and his leg to twitch, and he’s quick to tug on Athelstan’s hair again, a silent warning that he’s close. Noticing this, he promptly pulls off with a wet pop sound. His chest heaves as he quickly tries to catch his breath.

Somehow, Ragnar looks in worse shape than Athelstan does, long hair matted against his sweaty forehead, his cock a deep shade of red and oozing pre-come. The perfect depiction of Satan’s temptations laid out in front of him, just begging for Athelstan to come and take a bite. He doesn’t think twice about going against his Lord’s wishes or what it would mean for his soul, far too enraptured in the delicious spread before him to care about some pretty garden his Lord had to offer when he could have Ragnar Lothbrok instead. Not even the King of Kings can win a fight against the King of the Northman. Ragnar beats everything his Holy Father offers him with little effort. Athelstan looks him up and down, drinking in the sight of him as if he were about to devour him whole.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Athelstan shuffles on his knees to straddle Ragnar’s hips, his cock bobbing enticingly in front of Ragnar’s face. The Vikingr gazes up at Athestan, taking in the beauty before him. His rough hands grab greedily at supple hips, thumbs meeting at a belly button surrounded by a thick trail of coarse hair. Ragnar feels Ath’s hungry eyes on him, an unneeded boost to his severely overblown ego. “You look good enough to eat, my love,” he digs his teeth into his bottom lip, returning Ath’s hungry gaze with one of his own.

“Good enough for a God?” Athelstan asks, voice dripping with lust.

Ragnar pretends to contemplate the question as he rolls his hips upwards to grind against Athelstan’s. “Depends on what His sinful little disciple can offer Him.”

Licking his lips, Ath splays his hands over Ragnar’s chest, tracing over long healed scars with his fingertips. “He can devote his life in service to Him.” Athelstan can’t articulate why, but speaking of himself in the third person like this stirs something within him that makes a pleasurable heat pool in his abdomen. “Devote himself to loving Him, serving Him, obeying Him.” He leans down as he speaks, slowly coming nose-to-nose with Ragnar. Athelstan shifts further down Ragnar’s abdomen, ass now nestled just above Ragnar’s cock. “Would He like that?”

Ragnar’s mouth curls in a devilish grin, grinding against his plush ass. “He’d have to renounce his previous Lord. This God doesn’t like to share with others.”

He kisses the edge of Ragnar’s mouth, knowing how it drives him mad. “Will his new Lord take care of him for eternity?” Ragnar turns Ath’s head to face him properly, his pointer and middle fingers holding his chin as he captures Ath’s lips in a heated kiss. The passion within his embrace serves as Ragnar’s answer, something Athelstan effortlessly picks up on. 

Ragnar pulls away enough to whisper against his lips, switching back to first-person language, his brain too addled with lust to adequately phrase sentences that way for any longer. “How about you make yourself nice’n pretty for your new God?”

“How does He want me?” Athelstan nips at Ragnar’s ear before kissing it, almost like an apology for biting him.

“On all fours, face down,” he slaps Ath’s ass, and Athelstan yelps in surprise, “ass up like you’re praying.” Athelstan gets off of him, but not without a furious red blush flooding from his cheeks to color his pale chest beautifully. Sitting up, he watches how quick Ath is to obey his request. It merely fuels the flames of Ragnar’s ego, making him even more eager to take Athelstan apart piece by piece and put him back together in his own image.

Ath makes a show of bending over, swaying his hips as he goes, and arching his back, making him the picture of temptation. “Like this?” he asks innocently, spreading his legs and looking over his shoulder at him, resting his weight on his forearms. 

Ragnar settles behind him, shamelessly running his hands over the globes of Athelstan’s ass. “Mmhm, just like this. Such a sinful little worshiper you are. Defiling your previous Lord’s house, throwing away your chance for holiness without a second thought.” Ragnar fists his cock, spitting on it to get it wet again. He taps it against Athelstan’s still loose hole, watching it clench desperately around nothing. 

Athelstan’s cock throbs pathetically at Ragnar’s words, sending a whole body shiver through him. He presses his ass into Ragnar’s hands, silently pleading for Ragnar to bury himself deep inside. All it accomplishes, however, is getting the Vikingr to smack his thick cock against him again. 

“I think,” he hums, pausing solely to draw out Ath’s torment, “you should beg your abandoned Lord for forgiveness.” Ragnar presses his cockhead against Athelstan’s entrance, barely dipping inside before retreating. “You are sinning in his house, after all.” Athelstan gasps at his proposition, and Ragnar takes advantage of his lover’s shock, deciding it to be the perfect opportunity to push inside him. He bullies his way inside, not stopping to give Ath time to adjust until his balls are pressed against Ath’s thighs.

“Ragnar!” he yelps, the sudden intrusion knocking the breath from his lungs. On top of having been a while since they last laid together, Ragnar’s cock is far thicker than the three fingers he prepared him with, so there’s a slight burn in the stretch as he bottoms out. “Fuck, you’re so stupidly big!” Ath whines, gripping the makeshift pillow in an attempt to stay grounded. 

He tsks at him. “That’s no way to talk to your Lord, Athelstan. Don’t you think?” Without waiting for a response, Ragnar pulls out nearly all the way, leaving just the tip. He grips Athelstan’s hips roughly, the pads of his fingers squeezing the soft, unmarred skin there.

He panics at the sudden empty feeling, immediately backtracking, determined to be a good boy for Ragnar. “No,” he choked on his words, his brain moving faster than his mouth could keep up with. “No, it’s not; please forgive me!”

“I’m not who you should be apologizing to, remember?” Ragnar goads as he sinks back inside at a gruelingly slow pace. “Or should I pull out to help jog your memory?” Keeping one hand on Ath’s hip, Ragnar sinks his right hand in Ath’s dark brown curls, tugging his head up to force him to look at the cross directly behind the nativity scene before them. “You tell me stories of how Jesus died for your sins, only for you to shame him by sinning in his chapel.”

Athelstan whimpers and whines, shamelessly canting his hips back on Ragnar’s cock. “Please don’t pull out,” he begs, sniffling. Despite how he sounds, Athelstan doesn’t think he’s ever been this aroused in all his thirty-five years of life. Made to gaze upon the man he had once dedicated his life to serving, on his knees in mock prayer, but it wasn’t Jesus he was praying to this time. It looks unlikely he’ll ever pray to the Heavenly Father or His son again after this, having found something much sweeter and far more rewarding. Something more real to Athelstan than the figure on the wall or the marble Blessed Virgin Mother in front of him ever will be.

The unmistakable sound of Ragnar snarking breaks him out of his thoughts. He’s remained unmoving since bottoming out a second time, providing a deep-seated, pleasurable pressure within Ath’s abdomen. “I’m not above using you as my own personal cockwarmer until you start begging, darling,” he threatens, only this time Athelstan knows it’s not an empty one. 

Unfortunately, Athelstan’s bratted too close to the sun more often than he cares to admit. This might end up one of those times if he doesn’t play his cards correctly. “What do you want me to beg for, Ragnar?” he questions cheekily, playing dumb, knowing exactly how to get the reaction he wants from Ragnar. 

Ragnar yanks on his hair as a warning. “You’ve been good up ‘till now, little priest,” his deep voice rumbles low in his throat, words sticky with pent-up desire, the little self-control he has left quickly deteriorating with every passing minute. “I wouldn’t go fucking it up now if I were you.” He emphasizes it with a slow, punishing roll of his hips, cockhead brushing against Athelstan’s sweet spot. “But if you don’t want me to fuck you after all, keep doing what you’re doing, sweetheart.”

The moan Ath lets out is utterly sinful, and Ragnar hasn’t begun to fuck him in earnest yet. He briefly debates his options, but it wasn’t a hard decision. Solidifying his gaze on the nailed God before him, Athelstan began to pray for the Lord’s forgiveness. “Lord, I seek Your forgiveness and healing. Help me to release the weight of the guilt and shame that I carry.”

“Aww, there we go, little priest. Beg to your nailed god,” Ragnar taunts. He pulls out again and truly starts to fuck him now, thrusting into him quickly. The hand on Ath’s hip squeezes tightly, sure to leave bruises later. Ragnar tugs Athelstan’s hips back on each thrust he gives. The chapel echoes with sounds of skin slapping against skin and Athelstan’s choked, moaned prayers. Sweat slides down the ridges of Ath’s spine and pools in the divots at the end of his tailbone. “Imagine how disappointed he must be in you, Athelstan,” he says with a yank of his hair. He drapes himself across Ath’s back so he can whisper into his ear. “Once a pious little monk,” Ragnar delivers a particularly harsh thrust, hitting a pleasurable bundle of nerves inside Athelstan. “Now reduced to a devilish sinner by a blasphemous pagan.”

Athelstan wonders briefly about where in the world Ragnar could’ve learned that word, but the arousal thrumming through his body made any coherent train of thought impossible. He was barely managing to get out his prayers, let alone anything in addition to that. “Grant me strength, ‘O—oh fuuck—‘O Lord, to learn from my previous mistakes and help me grow,” Athelstan stops mid-sentence, interrupting himself with a slutty moan. “Ragnar, Ragnar, fucking hell, you’re so deep,” he whines, rolling his hips back on each thrust he gives.

His lips curl in a cocky smile. “How’s it feel, sweetheart?” The hand in Ath’s hair twists, making him groan loudly.

“It feels s’good, Ragnar!” He moans, white-knuckling Ragnar’s abandoned tunic. Ath fights his eyes from rolling back in his head, desperate not to appear as how slutty he feels. It doesn’t work. “Harder, Ragnar, please!” He almost forgets to continue his prayers, but a perfectly aimed thrust to his prostate reminds him of his orders. “‘O Lord, I thank You for even though I am a sinner, in the kindness of Your mercy!” Athelstan feels shame flood over him and the omnipotent eyes of Jesus Christ boring into him from across the room. Judging him, condemning him, and casting him down from the light of heaven, sentencing his soul to the fiery pit of hell for eternity. But that humiliating feeling is accompanied by a shameful pleasure that greedily spreads throughout his entire body, making his extremities tingle.

Ragnar is more than happy to oblige, fucking into him at a punishing speed, hips moving at a godlike speed. Each thrust hits Athelstan’s sweet spot dead on, ripping a loud moan from him every time. “You’re still so tight, Ath.” He bites the fleshy junction of his shoulder and neck, leaving a blotchy red mark in his wake. “It’s like your god made you to be wrapped around my cock like this.” He releases his hold on Ath’s hair, moving to fist Athelstan’s red, leaking cock instead. His hand nearly engulfed his cock entirely, just the tip peeking out from above his fingers. “What do you think, hm? You think he made you just for me?”

Ath manages to nod, biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds. He’s given up praying for forgiveness now, his mind all-encompassed by Ragnar and the arousal coursing through his veins. “Just—Just for you, always been just for you!” He cants his hips into Ragnar’s hand, needy for any and all friction he could get against his poor, neglected cock. “Please, please, please, Ragnar!” he begs, unsure exactly what he’s begging for, just that he needs more of whatever it is. 

“Please, please, please!” Ragnar mocks and Athelstan can practically see the conniving smirk he wears in his mind’s eye. “Please what, little priest? Can’t give it to you if I don’t know what it is.” Athelstan’s whole body shudders from his next thrust, eyes quickly rolling back from the intensity of it.

He opens his mouth to respond, but all that comes out are incoherent moans and slutty whimpers. “Please—oh, right there! Please, just, more, more of—fuuck—everything, please, Ragnar!” Ath’s arms give out from underneath him, his weight resting on his shoulders, cheek pressed against the cold stone floor.

“More, hm?” Ragnar slows his movements, earning himself a pathetic whine from his lover. “Even with all your pleas for forgiveness, you still want more?”

Ath nods with another high-pitched whine.

“Do you think your precious nailed god would approve of that desire?”

He shakes his head no.

“Perfect,” Ragnar growls, standing up straight once more, drinking in the sight before him as if it were the perfect cup of ale. He takes his hand off Athelstan’s cock and places it on his hip, spreading his cheeks apart with his thumb and forefinger. Reestablishing the pace he had previously, Ragnar watches his cock disappear inside him, a creamy white ring of pre-come circling his base. “I hope he’s watching when I paint your pretty insides and fully claim you as mine,” he pairs his words with a punishing thrust, far harder than anything else he’d delivered previously. “Watches me take you from him for good this time.”

Each thrust is like electricity, sending tingles from his toes to his fingertips. “Yours, Ragnar,” he hiccups, “Yours, make me yours!” 

Ragnar lands a harsh smack to Ath’s asscheek, a slightly pink handprint blooming across his pale skin. “Always have been mine, little priest. Ever since I stole you from your comfy little monastery.” He angles his hips so he hits Ath’s sweet spot with every thrust. “I wanna hear you say it. Tell your beloved god who you truly belong to.”

“You! I belong to you!” he cries, voice bouncing off the walls, echoing his shame for all close enough to hear. 

He yanks Ath’s head up, forcing him to speak directly to the cross instead of begging into the floor. Ragnar hoists him almost entirely off the floor, now barely able to graze the stone with his fingertips. “Look him in the eye when you speak, sweetheart. After all, you can’t disgrace him further by being rude, and I’m sure you don’t want that.” Ragnar’s words are soaked with liquid sin, the droplets burning a hole in the consecrated floors of this sacred building he’s corrupting with each passing minute. 

Athelstan hums a yes and repeats himself, staring into the cold, metal eyes of Jesus, his former savior, who died to atone for humanity’s sinful souls. Even though it’s only a statue, Ath felt as if it were Jesus himself nailed there, flesh and blood dripping to the floor with cold splats. He can practically see him there, gold and brown colored metal morphing into pale skin marred with rivers of red. “I’m sorry, ‘O Lord! Please bless me with your kind mercy!” he cries out in his thoughts, but deep down, he knows it’s not a genuine apology. He knows God knows as well. Ath doubts his soul will be cleansed, but he can’t doesn’t care any longer. He has a new God. 

“Tell him who you belong to.” Ragnar’s thrusts don’t let up, somehow gaining in force instead. 

Ath swallows thickly before speaking, eyebrows pressing upward, his face screwed together in overwhelming pleasure. “You! I belong to you!”

Ragnar twists Ath’s curls in his fist. “Who? Say my name, Athelstan. He might believe you’re talking about him.”

“You, Ragnar!”

“Hm? I can’t hear you, Athelstan; you’ve got to speak up, or else he won’t hear you, either,” Ragnar goads, grinding his hips hard against his ass. 

The curve of Athelstan’s spine is nearly pornographic. Ath scrambles to find something to hold onto but comes up empty-handed. “I belong to Ragnar! You, Ragnar!” he yells, stretching his arm backward to grip the back of Ragnar’s head, fingers anchoring in his hair. “Oh, my God—oh, my god fuck—I’m close, Ragnar, please!” 

Ragnar releases his grip on Ath’s hair to wrap his arm around Ath’s stomach, holding him closer than believed possible. He presses his sweaty forehead against Athelstan’s shoulder, his thrusts growing uneven and sloppy as he approaches his limit as well. “Fuck, Ath-Athelstan,” he stutters, the mask he wore cracking at the edges, revealing just how desperate he really is. “Fuuck, yes, that’s it, you’re so fucking hot like this, baby. Fucked open and needy, just for me and no one else.” Ragnar splays his fingers over the tensed muscles of Athelstan’s stomach, pressing down gently.

“No one else, all yours, my love,” Ath babbles, leaning his head back to rest on top of Ragnar’s. His chest heaves with each gulp of air he takes, the lower half of his ribs showing slightly every time his stomach sucks in. “Gonna—oh, fuck, there—gonna cum!” 

“Cum for me, Ath, make a pretty mess all over my hand, fuuck,” Ragnar moans out, words warbly and uneven as he does his best to speak without stumbling over everything. “You’re so pretty, so good for me.” His thrusts quickly lose whatever rhythm they had left as he reaches his climax, spilling his cum deep inside Ath’s spasming entrance. 

Athelstan’s cock throbs and twitches when he feels Ragnar’s orgasm, his own cum spurting all over his stomach and Ragnar’s hand. His legs shake violently, toes curling and uncurling in tandem with each spurt of his cock. The short nails of his left hand rake across Ragnar’s back and side, making the man shiver. As they both come down from their highs, a mix of Ath’s cum and sweat drips wetly onto the floor. He can feel Ragnar breathing heavily against his back, finding his equally exhausted presence comforting.

As his cock softens, Ragnar carefully slips out of him, a rush of cum quickly following. Shivering, Athelstan shuffles to turn around before Ragnar does. Now face to face with his lover, Ragnar kisses him gently, as if Athelstan would break if treated too roughly, a stark difference from how Ragnar was manhandling him a few minutes prior. He tilts his head to one side and cups Athelstan’s unmarred cheek with his clean hand, thumb stroking his sweaty cheekbone. Ath licks into his mouth, nose pressing into Ragnar’s scarred one. The kiss lasts for both years and only a handful of seconds simultaneously. Neither knows who pulls away first. “Are you okay, Ath?” he asks, rubbing his nose against Ath’s.

He nods with a hum. “Are you?” Ragnar nods, too. “Didn’t know you had that in you, baby.”

Ragnar snickers, kissing the tip of his nose. “And this surprises you?”

“Nothing about you surprises me. Not anymore.” Athelstan scrunches his nose cutely after he kisses it. “We’ll have to be quick about cleaning up; someone might come looking for us.”

Ragnar snags his tunic off the floor and uses it to wipe away the cum dripping from between Ath’s legs. “Did you mean what you said? About belonging to me and only me? Forever?” he asks somewhat quietly, the insecurity he shows uncharacteristic of him. 

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Ragnar,” Ath says softly, his voice soothing, like a wool-lined blanket on a cold winter’s night, calming any worries Ragnar might be harboring within him. “You know that.”

Dropping his now-soiled tunic, Ragnar wraps his arms around him in a tight hug, corded muscles flexing beneath his skin. “Good; perfect. You’re perfect.”

Athelstan drapes his arms over Ragnar’s shoulders, hugging him back just as—if not more—tightly. Ragnar traces shapeless designs into the skin of Ath’s lower back, pressing soft, grounding kisses along the column of his neck. He kisses the bite mark he left, which is now starting to bruise. They slowly sink to the floor, Athelstan sitting in Ragnar’s lap, legs on either side of his waist, head resting against the lower part of his shoulder. “I love you, you know.”

“I know. I love you, too,” Ragnar says, almost as if he’s been saying it to him for decades, not years. As if every time he’s said it, it’s always been for Athelstan, even before he knew him. As if his love is reserved for Athelstan and Athelstan only. He lays his cheek on the top of his head, careful not to dig his chin into Ath’s skull. “When we go home in the spring, we’ll hold the biggest feast our halls have ever seen.”

Ath gazes up at him the best he can. “What for? What’ll we be celebrating, other than a successful return like always?”

Ragnar holds his hand, lacing their fingers together. “A wedding.”

“A wedding?” Ath questions, getting a nod in response. “Who’s?”

Ragnar breaks his gaze, looking up at the ceiling. “Our wedding.”

Blindsighted but elated, Athelstan shifts to look at him properly, refocusing Ragnar’s eyes where they belong—on him. “Our wedding?” Ragnar calmly nods like he didn’t just propose to him. “You need to work on your proposal skills, darling,” he giggles as a stupidly wide, toothy grin spreads across his face.

“Is that a yes, then?” Ragnar asks, donning a toothy smile of his own.

Athelstan holds Ragnar’s face in his hands and kisses him. “You dumbass, of course, it’s a yes.”

Ragnar kisses him again, then litters small kisses across his cheeks, chin, forehead, and anywhere else he can easily reach. “Perfect,” he kisses Ath’s lips. “Next time I take you, it’ll be on our marriage bed.”

“Ragnar!” Athelstan gasps with a slight laugh. His words made his softened cock twitch in curiosity. “You can’t just say that!”

“Yes, I can.” Ragnar squeezes his waist. “We both know you love it,” he teases, pressing his thumbs into Ath’s soft abdomen, messing up the dark hair there.

He rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh, unlacing his hand from Ragnar’s so he can drape them over Ragnar’s shoulders again. Ath holds his own hand, lacing his fingers together. “You’re so insufferable, you know that?”

Ragnar grins cheekily, far too proud of the fact. “You love it, don’t even try and deny it.”

“What if I do deny it? What’ll you do then?” Athelstan asks, licking his lips and shifting his hips to brush against Ragnar’s cock, who’s making an effort to chub up again. 

He nips at Athelstan’s nose as a warning, a grin still spread across his face. “Something we can’t get caught doing in here, baby.” He reaches back to grab Athelstan’s tunic, blue eyes never leaving pale ones. Ath slips it over his head and stands, tugging on his trousers. Ragnar copies him, minus a shirt. They gather their things and clean their fluids off the floor as best as they can manage with the little supplies available. Once it looks like nothing sinful has occurred, the pair leaves the chapel hand in hand, eagerly heading for Ragnar’s chambers. 

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Xaden/Violet -- E-rated -- D/s dynamics

“Don’t lie to me, Violence,” he murmurs as he tugs a strand of hair back into my loose braid. “This only works if you’re completely honest about how you feel, with me but also with yourself.” Once, Xaden didn't want Violet to take a look into his armoire, and she joked that she already knew all of his clothes. Little did she know about what he really kept hidden there. Further down their relationship, Xaden eventually shows her his collection of sex toys and bondage gear, and Violet is more than just a little intrigued. But... she brave enough to give up control?

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Xaden/Violet -- E-rated

In the days after the events of Fourth Wing, Xaden suffers an intense kind of longing he never knew before as Violet refuses to talk to him. But as it seems, she can't stay away from him forever, either.

A Soft Reunion (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated

After spending months infiltrating Basgiath, Violet returns to Aretia, to Xaden, only to find that he's been attacked by venin and has been unconscious for days.

Kinktober collection

Not Playing Fair (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated

Xaden uses his shadow powers to tease Violet until neither of them can resist the temptation anymore.

Leather-clad Temptation (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated

One day, Violet Sorrengail will be the death of me. But maybe, if death comes in thigh-high boots then it might not be such a bad thing.

Little Kitten (AO3)

Xaden/Violet -- E-rated

Sometimes, Violet needs her head to stop thinking and stop going in circles. Luckily, Xaden provided her with just the perfect way to accomplish that.

Part of our "Us" (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Liam/Xaden -- E-rated

“Look, Liam. Obviously, I’m not here as your Wingleader. This is not an order. It’s not even a request. It’s an offer and nothing more. If you’re interested, great. If not, no hard feelings. It’s entirely up to you.” Yeah, right. I scoff. As if he can invite me to a fucking threesome and think it wouldn’t change anything between us. Back when living in Tirvainne, Xaden and Liam were closer than anyone knows or even guesses. Now at Basgiath, Liam isn't sure what to expect when Xaden invites him to a threesome with Violet. It's not that much different from what they used to do--except maybe that Liam's feelings for both of them grew far beyond friendship by now. In which Liam slowly learns to overcome his insecurities--and maybe finds more than just hot sex.

Stranger In The Woods (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violet - E-rated

What if Tyrrendor's rebellion was successful? What if Xaden became a Gryphon flier instead of a Dragon rider? What if the bond that tethered Violet and him together still existed? Sometimes, the attraction one feels toward a stranger-an enemy even-can be too strong to resist. Or... is it all just a game?

An Unconventional Solution (AO3)

Violet/Tairn - E-rated

To keep her promise to Liam, Violet has to return to Basgiath, the one place Xaden, marked as a traitor and enemy #1, can't follow. But how can they pull that off without straining the bonds between them and their dragons? Tairn offers a solution--albeit a rather unconventional one...

How To Make It Fit (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Liam/Xaden - E-rated

Continuation of Part of our "Us". Liam followed Xaden's and Violet's invitation to join them for a threesome. He's not so sure Violet can actually take both his and Xaden's cock at the same time, but if it's what she wants... He surely won't go and tell her what she can or can't do.

Intense (AO3)

Xaden/Violet - E-rated - Rape/Non-con elements /cnc

Violet wants to try something new, and even though Xaden is hesitant, he agrees… In the dark of the night, Violet gets kidnapped by a masked stranger, drugged, and brought to an unused storage cellar. Will she be able to hold out until rescue comes or will he break her having his way with her?

Teasing With Serious Consequences (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violer - E-rated

Violet is set on getting Xaden to fuck her, no matter how much she has to tease him before he snaps.

Making Up For Missed Opportunities (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Liam - E-rated

After the night Liam spent with Xaden and Violet, he wonders whether he'd enjoy getting Dominated by Xaden, too. Xaden promises him nothing short of the best orgasm of his life.

An Entertaining Inconvenience (AO3) (Tumblr)

Xaden/Violet - E-rated

When a leadership meeting interrupts Xaden and Violet in the middle of their fun, Violet comes up with a creative idea to make the best of the situation. And the best it is, insane, daring, and just... incredibly hot. Xaden learns a new thing or two. One, a few new tricks he can do with his shadows, and two, how much unresolved tension he can take before he cracks.

Easing Tension And Worries (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Liam - E-rated

After the night they spent together as three and the one Liam spent with Xaden, the sexual tension between Liam and Violet grows stronger with every day. Something has to give, and soon. But will he finally be able to accept that they want him for more than just sex?

* Serious Consequences (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Xaden - E-rated

This is the continuation of "Teasing With Serious Consequences" (obviously, haha, I think I'm being funny 😁). After teasing Xaden all day, Violet might push her luck a little too far. Although, given how much she enjoys her 'punishment', that might not be such a bad thing.

* The Betrayed God (AO3)

Violet/Xaden -- Violet/Malek T-rated

The legends talk about three brothers and about oneof them betraying them all. But that is only half of the story. The darker half is yet to be told. Setup for a story in which Xaden is Malek trapped in a human body and Violet his lost bride.

* Some Things Will Never Change (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Xaden - T-rated

Just a soft morning, years after the events of the books.

* My Kingdom. My Throne. My Queen. (AO3) (Tumblr)

Violet/Xaden - M-rated

What if venin didn't exist and the only problems Xaden and Violet had to deal with were normal ones? After winning Tyrrendor's independence, the Assembly forces Xaden to make a difficult choice. But even though the Assembly doesn't want to see it, it's Violet's choice, too.

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[idungoofed]

Tied

I blame all the amazing Kinktober fics I’ve read for this one - which is for sure the filthiest I’ve gone in my writing so far, and of course it’s Mando, this man has me fucking HOOKED.

Summary: Just read the warnings, you’ll get the gist ;)

Warnings: no use of Y/N, smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, use of vibrator, orgasm denial, use of restraints, yes okay the helmet comes off because I need that TONGUE! Think that’s it, minors leave and do not look back, 18 + only. SoftDin! towards the end (I truely cannot help myself)

Word count: 1,700 +

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The man at the foot of the bed watches you wiggle your body on the mattress to get comfy- not isn’t an easy task when your hands and arms are tied to the top and bottom posts, spreading your body wide open for him.

You’re completely nude, and the cool breeze that drifts through the open hotel window pebbles your skin, stiffening your nipples to hard peaks.

You can feel your wetness already gathering between your legs in anticipation for what’s to come.

The mandalorian takes a step towards the bed. He’s dressed in armour that catches the setting sunlight over a brown flight suit. His face is covered under a helmet, the emotionless T-shape visor doesn’t move from your body as his eyes drink you in.

A leather gloved hand grips one of your ankles before slowly moving up your inner leg and stopping just before it connects with your pussy. You whimper and lift your hips, desperately seeking his touch where you need it the most.

He sighs from under the helmet, and removes his hand.

“If you keep moving like that I’m only going to make you wait longer.” He says, and you can hear the smirk in his deep gravely voice.

“P - please Mando, need you so bad…”Your voice comes out as a whine, and you can hear your own desperation.

He doesn’t reply, instead he walks around to the side of the bed, and picks up the small silver vibrator that’s sitting on the night stand.

He turns it on and the sound of quiet buzzing fills the room.

“You can have me, but first I wanna have some fun with you.” He says, and brings the vibrator down on one of your nipples.

You gasp out a moan, the feeling going straight to your aching clit.

He moves the silver toy to your other nipple skimming the valley of your breasts on the way. His free hand palming your other breast then flicking the hard nipple with his fingers, while you continue to moan and whimper.

You feel your slick already pooling, so turned on you feel you could come just from this.

He starts to trail the vibrator down your body, over your stomach and again stops just before he reaches your mound.

You use all your restraint to keep your hips still as he requested, your brow furrowed in concentration.

You hear a modulated chuckle. “Always so obedient.” Mando praises, before finally letting the toy settle on your bud.

He’s soft with it at first, allowing you to adjust to the more intense sensations, then slowly building the pressure on you, running it up and down, teasing your entrance while always making sure the vibrations don’t leave your quickly swelling clit.

Your legs are tugging at the restraints, unable to stop your knees from wanting to meet. You breaths coming out in shuddering gasps as all your senses are focused on what the mandalorian is doing to you.

“F- fuck Mando that feels so good” you cry out.

Your orgasm is building within you, and your walls start to clench around nothing and your so close. Just before you’re fully tipped over the edge Mando retracts the toy, the heat you could feel building quickly diminishing.

You whine in frustration, pulling at the cuffs on your ankles again, desperate to squeeze your thighs together for some relief.

Mando watches you, the cold stare of his visor fixed on your slit.

“Mando! Please-“ you try to beg for him but he cuts you off.

“Not yet, you can come when I tell you to.”

You whimper at his words, knowing he means it and settle your hips back on the bed.

Once your breathing starts to return to normal Mando places a knee on the bed between your legs, moving closer to you again, vibrator still in hand.

He teases you again, skimming it up your inner thigh, and enjoying how it makes you squirm.

He brings it down on you again, although this time slipping it through your folds and down into your hole.

Although no where near big enough to give you the fullness you know his cock would, he angled it to find your inner soft spot and you clamp down around it.

He takes his free hand and gathers your juices on his index and middle finger, and brings it up to your lips. You don’t hesitate to take them in your mouth, sucking on them and licking them clean, tasting yourself mixed with the leather of his gloves.

“Such a good girl, you like the taste of you don’t you?” Mando asks not needing an answer. “Can’t say I blame you.”

His pulls his fingers from your mouth with a pop, and places them back on your bundle of nerves. Not bothering to work up the pressure this time and instead grinds them down onto you, pulling a strangled cry to burst from your throat.

You’re barely remembering to breath as the coiling tension begins to build in you again. Mando pumps the vibrator into you harder as his fingers swirl over you, you start to clamp down on the silver toy, drawing it in deeper. When once again your impending orgasm is robbed from you when Mando retracts his touches.

“No! Mando please!” You cry out, not caring how desperate or needy you sound.

Mando sets on the now silent vibrator beside you.

“Look at you, dripping all over the sheets making a mess.” Mando’s voice comes out strained as if he’s holding himself back.

Your eyes drift downwards, catching sight of his thick cock straining against his pants.

His helmed head stills as his concealed eyes roam over your body and you can’t help but smile up at him from how unhinged he probably looks as he drinks your body in.

He settles between your thighs again, his hands grip your hips as he brings his face closer to your soaked folds. “It’s so hard to resist tasting you - need to clean you up.”

You watch as with a hiss he lifts his helmet up just enough to expose his mouth, which he quickly places on your skin.

He alternates between small kisses and nips as he draws closer to your pussy. Once he reaches his goal he drags his tongue from entrance to clit, groaning into to you as he does.

“Fuck, I will never get enough of you.” He breathes, before plunging his tongue into your hole, slurping and swallowing you down.

You’re so sensitive by now that when he nudges his nose against your bud your thighs tremble involuntary and you roll your hips towards him.

He doesn’t stop you this time, but instead gripping your hips tighter.

He tongue fucks you till your eyes are watering and then swipes back towards your clit, sucking and teasing you.

With two orgasms already denied it only takes a few minutes for another to come racing back.

He dips two fingers inside of you curling them upwards.

“Cum for me, perfect girl.” He commands and continues to work on you with his tongue.

It’s all you can do but grip onto the sheets while your release crashes through you. Your mouth gapes open, your toes curl and you squeeze your eyes shut as you squirt into his hot open mouth.

The man doesn’t miss a drop. He drinks you down while grinding his hips into the bed for some relief of his own.

At some point in your blissed out state he had placed his helmet back over his face, but removed his beskar and clothes. You feel his warm soft skin against yours as he settles himself over you, running the his hands up your sides, skimming them over your breasts.

You feel his solid length against you, wet with precum from holding himself back this entire time, and you’re instantly ready for him to fill you up; you buck your hips against him.

You break the kiss, “Fuck me, Mando, I want you to fill me.”

“Such a needy little thing” Mando says laughing softly.

He moves off you again and shifts so that he can release your legs from their restrains.

When he’s back in position he lines himself up at your slit and drags his cock through your folds. “Fuck you look so perfect, gonna fuck you so hard, fill you to the brim with my cum it’ll be dripping out of you for days, that what you want?”

You hum softly, urging your mouth to form words. “Yes, please need you so bad…” you whisper.

“Louder.” Orders the man as his hand comes up and squeezes on one of your nipples.

“Fuck! Yes Mando! Fill my cunt up, I need you!”

In one quick thrust he’s inside you, stretching you wide. You feel so full of him at once, it takes your breath away.

The man’s hips start to pound into you at an unrelenting pace. The sound of your wetness filling the room as his cock continually jabs at your sweet spot, the hair at his base causing delicious friction.

You almost didn’t think you’d be able to come again after the force of your first orgasm but soon enough you start to quiver and unravel again.

He hitches your legs over his hips and slides his hand between you, thumb circling your bud causing you to arch your back as another orgasm begins to rip through you.

Shockwaves ripple through your body as you clamp down on him and his movements become erratic as he shatters above you. You feel him empty out into you, his hot cum filling you as his strong arms engulf you.

As the tension leaves your bodies you feel leaden. His weight lifts off you and you feel the restraints at your wrists give way.

You’re practically a rag doll as he gently moves you to make room for him.

Your brain is clouded in a fucked out haze and he at your whimpers when he tucks you against him.

“You okay?” He says, just loud enough for you to hear, his voice now unmodulated.

It’s not Mando any more.

Din. The gentle, caring man you fell in love with.

You smile sleepily up at him into his soft, brown eyes. “More than okay, that was… amazing. Want to make you feel that good.”

You run yours hands over his broad chest, and you feel him smile against your forehead where he plants a sweet kiss.

“You’re tired Mesh’la, sleep, we have all the time in the universe now.

You open your heavy eyes and look into his, meeting his sweet gaze.

“Yes we do… my riduur.”

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Thanks for reading!

Note: Yeah yeah I know pretty much all my Mando fics end with some Mando’a in the last line, it just does something to me and I love it.

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[bubblessunshinehoney]

day 25- Lactation with Sub!Andy Barber

599 words

18+ only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

Kinktober masterlist

A/N: i needed some soft and snuggly fic today. A little of sub!andy and here we are. Hope you like it!

Enjoy

Cloudy

Don't be shy to reblog, comment or like!

TW: fluffy smut, needy andy, soft dom!reader. Handjob, lactaction kink, so titties sucking from our beloved advocat

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own.

He felt small and needy since the start of the day. He woke up alone, you were already long gone, and he was feeling touched starved. He tried to be strong, he masked it at the office, but now that he was finally home, he whimpered and sighed heavily.

“Sweetheart?”, you call from the kitchen. He turns his head and walks slowly. When you see his face you know exactly what’s happening. “Bad day at the office?”, you ask in you softest voice and loving smile on your lips. Andy nods and comes to hug you from behind, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh, baby, that bad?”, he whimpers again, unable to articulate a word. “I’m here, Andy. Sorry you woke up alone, I tried to wake you up to tell you I was going to the doctor with our baby, but you were sound asleep and with this trial…I know you need all the sleep you can get.” He kisses your neck, a silent answer to tell you it’s okay, he’s not mad at you…and firm press of his lips to tell you he needs you.

“What do you need, mon chéri?”, he whines, being a complete goner when you start to speak to him in French. You smile and rubs his arms, the muscles flexing at your touched. “Mon chéri is touched starved, isn’t he? It’s been a few days; we didn’t have time to just lay together and cuddle.”

“A week”, he mumbles onto your skin. His beard brushes your skin, making you having goosebumps.

“I know, and I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses your neck again, longer with a certain tenderness, a silent way to tell you…you don’t have to be sorry. “What do you want, mon chéri?”, he holds you tighter, his hands roaming your body, until they cup your breasts, you full and heavy breast. “Does mon chéri want some milk?”. Andy whimpers, a soft one, a quiet one, the one that says, yes, please.

You lead him to your bedroom, you let him take off your shirt and he growls softly at the sight, your breast full and some of it licking. “Yes, I pump already and he’s asleep…need you mon chéri.” He moans and lays you on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable. When he knows your good and takes off his work clothes, letting only his boxers and he lays on you, nuzzling your nipples with his nose and beard. “Oh, Andy, I miss you”, you murmur stroking his hair and passing your other hand in his beard. He closes his eyes leaning into your touch and you guide him to your nipple, he takes it in his mouth and sucks gently, moaning when the first drop lands on his tongue.

He holds you close, and you stroke his upper body and smile when you see him hard. “mon chéri needs me to take care of that too? Help you relax fully?”, he blushes and nods. You cup him above his boxers, and he bucks his hip. Tonight, you won’t tease him.

When he takes your other nipple into his mouth you start to jerk him off slowly and softly, the feather touch making him shivers.

He cums into your hand when the last drop of milk hits his palate. His eyes are still closed and he burries his face between your boobs. “Wanna nap, mon chéri?”, he plants a soft kiss on your skin, a silent, yes please. You smile and stroke his hair again, still holding his cock and your husband drift off to sleep.

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[suyacho]

i had a vision, a vision of my nails in the kitchen // shouta aizawa

synopsis - aizawa couldn’t help himself after seeing you cook in his shirt, especially not after he’s been gone for a while.

kinktober 2022

WARNINGS: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - needy aizawa - unprotected sex - kitchen sex - nicknames (darling, love, baby) - praise - dirty talk - probably some cursing - spanking - fake pity - creampie - 1,3k words - not beta read oops

note: oops this fic wasn’t supposed to be a thing but then i had aizawa thoughts🤭 also thankyou to @cherrykamado for adding on her thoughts 🫶

“Darling, I’m home.” Aizawa called out to you, a smile growing on his face when he heard soft humming coming from the kitchen. Lazily, he took his shoes off and put his work bag down, making his way into the kitchen right after, a good smell filling his nose right away. 

“Welcome home Sho, I missed you.” you smiled happily, stirring some things in the pan as you felt his big strong arms wrap around you, relaxing immediately and feeling safe in his arms. “Mhm, I missed you more. Missed your body too.” Aizawa mumbled into your neck, making you laugh softly, thinking he was just joking around, not knowing that that wasn’t the case.

Realization hit you when you felt his hands sliding under your shirt, roaming over your body, teasing your sensitive buds between his fingers, he couldn’t help himself. He had been gone for weeks on a longer mission and all of the stress & pent up frustration just added onto it. Seeing you in his shirt and panties didn’t help either, especially not when the things he wanted to do to you once he was back were on his mind for the past few days.

“I’m cooking.” you warned him sternly, holding back a small whimper as he massaged your chest, trying to keep it all together. “How was work?” you asked, trying to change the conversation, ignoring the growing heat between your legs.

“It was good, it was very tiring… But not as good as being home with you though.” he answered, placing sweet kisses into your neck, sucking and licking on the skin, making sure to leave his mark.

“Sho—“ you gasped, dropping the spatula as he bit your skin, laughing softly from your reaction.  “Yes darling? Something wrong?” Aizawa asked innocently, fingers hooking at the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down after.

You swallowed your breath, squeezing your legs together, trying to hide how turned on you were. Only for him to give you a rather harsh squeeze, warning you to open them up with no words.

“Good girl.” Aizawa whispered praise into your ear, teasing his fingers along your slit, grinning once he felt how wet you were.

“Baby— ‘m cooking.” you whined, holding onto the counter after turning the fire off. “Oh really? You just turned the fire off though..?” Aizawa teased. “and you’re so wet, practically begging for me darling…” he continued, slipping two fingers in with no warning, the other hand still massaging your chest while leaving kisses on your neck.

“Sho…” you breathed out, closing your eyes and trying to hold your moans back, pushing all your kitchen utensils aside. “Yes my love?” Aizawa answered, curling his fingers up, hitting the right spot because he knew your body like the back of his hand.

“Please— give it to me.” you begged, not wanting any of the teasing, just wanting all of him. You missed him too, more than anything because none of the toys you used were as good as him, nothing was better than the original, plus you didn’t want your food to get all cold again.

“Desperate, aren’t we darling?” Aizawa taunted, enjoying how you reacted to that, pulling his fingers out with no warning after. “Y-You were the one that started feeling me up when I was cooking.“ you fought back, only to be met with the sound of his belt unbuckling.

Tiredly, he pulled his jeans & boxers, just enough to free his cock. He slowly started stroking it, using a mix of his precum and spit as lube, teasing his tip along your slit after.

Aizawa was tired, but not tired enough to miss the chance of finally having a taste of you again.

“You just look so— fuuuuck.” Aizawa groaned, pushing in with one quick thrust, leaving you with a slight hint of pain from being stretched after so long. Still you were too desperate for his touch, that the pain quickly turned into pleasure.  “so fucking hot in my shirt.” Aizawa continued, giving you a moment to adjust, hands gently rubbing your sides.

“So full—“ you whimpered, slightly grinding against him, signaling him that he could move. “Mhm, you’re taking me so well—, as always.” Aizawa praised you, starting to thrust into you with teasingly slow thrusts, leaving you whining for more.

“Sho— faster.” you told him in an almost demanding tone, gasping loudly once Aizawa pushed you against the counter, the cold hitting your boy. “Mind repeating that darling?” Aizawa asked, a daring tone lingered in his words as he continued fucking into you at a brutal pace, not even giving you a moment to take it in.

“‘m sorry Sho! ‘m so sorry, I’ll be a good girl.” you apologized over and over, nails scratching the counter top as you tried to “hold” onto it for any kind of support. Moans of his name leaving your lips one after the another. 

The sounds of skin slapping filled the room as your moans became louder, Aizawa hitting all the right angles with each thrust, already leaving you dumb on his cock. 

“Oh darling—” Aizawa taunted, hands roaming over your body as he continued fucking into you with deep, desperate thrusts.  “Are you already dumb on my cock? Was it too much?” he continued, fake pitying you as you were met with a harsh smack on your ass, a second one following shortly after, the sting only turning you on more as you clamped down on Aizawa, leaving him cursing under his breath.

“Please, p-please– please!” you begged, not even knowing what you were begging for, simply because all you could think off was how good this felt. Yet that left Aizawa unsatisfied, giving you another harsh smack on your ass, watching how it turned red proudly.

“Go on, use your words darling.” Aizawa commanded, rubbing his hand over the mark he left, never stopping with his thrusts. “Tell me what you want, otherwise I can’t give it to you.” he continued, pretending like he didn’t know what you wanted even though he knew it better than anyone.

“R-Right there please— feels good.” you cried out,  mind hazy with lust, not being able to think up anything better. “That’s my girl, it wasn’t so hard now was it?” he grinned, hovering over you, his breath ghosting over your skin as he was balls deep inside of you.

Normally Aizawa would have teased you more but he needed you just as much as you needed him, not being sure how long he could hold out himself. 

Aizawa was as close as he could be to you in this position, leaving kisses on your shoulders and neck while whispering dirty praises into your ear and all you could was blabber nonsense. Breath hitching as you tightened around Aizawa, signaling that you were close. 

“You close?” Aizawa questioned, pounding into you with deep and hard thrusts, making sure your pussy remembered how nicely he stretched you out. “Mhm— Please! ‘m so close.” you whined, legs trembling as you gripped onto the counter for dear life.

“Go ahead, just let it go for me darling.” Aizawa whispered into your ear, leaving his mark right behind your ear after.

Right after Aizawa gave you the permission, you released, gushing all over his cock and making a mess as you cried out his name.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck— I’m cuming.” Aizawa groaned, spilling his load, filling you up nicely not much after, a gasp leaving your lips from the feeling. Body limp against the counter, still shaking in aftershocks as both of you came down from your high’s breathlessly.

“Holy shit.” Aizawa mumbled, gently rubbing your sides and placing sweet, loving kisses on your skin as he pulled out after a moment. Earning a small whine as you felt his cum slowly drip out, feeling empty again at the loss of touch.

“You took me so well darling. Such a good girl for me.” Aizawa praised, watching how you tiredly smiled at him, fucked out face and messy hair as aftermaths of his roughness.

“Missed you Sho.” you mumbled tiredly, legs too weak to stand up so you just lay on the counter, closing your eyes. 

“I missed you more, darling.” he told you, gently lifting you up, smiling as you cuddled onto him quickly, relaxing in his arms. 

It was his turn to take care of you now.

#shouta smut #aizawa smut #shouta aizawa smut #aizawa shouta smut #eraserhead smut #snow writes; smut #snow’s kinktober #kinktober 2022

[chiffiorra]

Kinktober Day #19

Name: Hickeys/Bite Marks

Character: Rindou Haitani

WC: 711

Synopsis: He always did enjoy marking you up and putting his own claim on you even if you weren't actually together.

This fic contains: AFAB!reader, fuckbuddies relationship, Rin is kinda bad at feelings but he looks like the type anyway lel, marking, start of fingering, MDNI

Note: hope this beautiful man had a lovely bday 🥳, just slowly coming out of my writer's block, let's hope i can keep it up!

Rindou wasn't the type to stake his claim on somebody, finding it not really his thing to do so. But for you? He'll make an exception for you, however.

Something about you enticed him a lot, made him come back for more. He could argue with himself that you were just his favorite fuck and nothing else all he wants, but at the end of the day?

He felt something more whenever he was with you, but refused to acknowledge it. It was to the point where Ran would tease him, much to his dismay whenever you were with him or not. It annoyed the hell out of him, but he also didn't want to acknowledge that his brother was right.

For a while, he'd thought about leaving a few marks on you. It wasn't something that you two ever did, due to this being some sort of an unspoken rule between you two. It was not planned or anything of the sort, it just happened and you both decided to roll with it. But that was going to change soon enough starting tonight.

Right now you two were in his living room, watching a movie. Luckily for the both of you, mainly for Rindou, Ran was not in the house as of now; having left before you showed up. He did not want to put up with his nonsense when he could be putting all of his attention and focus on you.

Rindou was going to be using that time wisely, and he knew just the perfect way to start off to pass the time. The movie was boring anyway and he failed to see why you were so engrossed by it. In fact, he was a little upset that you barely paid him any attention.

To snap you out of watching the movie, his hand, which was wrapped around your waist, slowly began rubbing your side up and down. You were a ticklish type so it made you squirm and giggle.

"Yes, can I help you?" You asked, only giggling more when Rindou decided to kiss your neck. You let out a gasp when the kisses started turning from kisses to licks and nibbles.

"Rin, what are you doing?" You tried your best to speak, but it was hard thanks to this new pleasure you were feeling. He never went for your neck like this!

"Just be quiet and let it happen, angel," he whispered against your neck in response.

And that's what you chose to do, which was the right choice in Rindou's mind. As he began to suck a hickey into your neck, you were starting to wonder why this didn't happen sooner. It felt amazing beyond words that you couldn't even utter as he began to lay you down on the couch as he started to climb over you.

You immediately felt needy and began to pull his shirt up over his torso to remove it, in which he began to snicker at the sight.

"Impatient are we? Relax, I just wanna focus on you for now," he said, gently guiding your hands away from him back to your sides.

You pouted but didn't want to fight him anymore, as you did what he said. He hummed in happiness as he worked his hands under your shirt and removed it off of you.

Rindou was even more pleased with how compliant you were for him, rewarding you with another hickey on your neck, this time on your jugular vein, before kissing his way down to your right breast to place another one there too.

You had no idea what had gotten into him but you sure weren't complaining anymore as you relaxed and let him make his mark.

With you relaxed enough, it was more than enough for him to gently slide a finger into you, moving in and out slowly to ease you into it.

When Ran came back home, he didn't say anything, but the teasing glint in his eyes was all you needed to know that he saw the hickeys on your neck as he walked by you two.

Now all you needed to do was either find a way to cover them up or simply walk with them like badges of honor.

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou #haitani rindou x reader #lemon pastries 🥐

[honeeslust]

Satoru Gojo | the comeback

18+ Only

🖤one of my first Gojo fics. I think I wrote this right after the leaks of him finally being freed from that damn box lol.

🖤enjoy. I’ll pick back up on Kinktober entries on the 10th.

I lean over your body and kiss you. You turn to lay flat on your back while I slide my hands to your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt, I strip it over your had and immediately I slip my fingers into your waistband. You tilt your hips up towards me, letting me slide them off of you.

My weight settles over you as I begin kissing you again, hungrier now as I'm feeling your body underneath me. I slide off the bed and take off my pants and pull my shirt off over my head. You're sitting up on your elbows watching me with wide eyes burning with desire. I can see every gorgeous inch of your body from this angle.

You tilt your head and the corner of your mouth lifts into a half smile. "Please don't keep me waiting, you don't know how bad I need you."

Your pleading eyes fixate on me, silently eluding to all the filthy thoughts rolling around your head.

"What do you need...?" I take hold of your legs and bring them to my shoulders. I kiss the inside of your ankles, brushing light circles across the curve of your calf with my thumb. "C'mon, love. I've waited almost 1000 days to hear you, so please ...."

My gaze centers on you and I let the growing inferno inside me tip over the edge. "... tell me what you want me to do to you."

" I want you to fuck me Satoru," you lick your fingers and put your pretty little fingers to your clit. You spread your legs wide making me  stroke myself at the sight of you teasing yourself.

"...I want to feel you filling me with every inch of you until I'm swollen and numb. Is that too much Toru?"

"Too much?" I nod my head, silently accepting the challenge.

"I mean it's been so long." You tease me with a knowing smile.

"Remember that you asked for it."

I come alive, anxious to give you exactly what you're asking for. My energy flows out from within, slowly creeping around the edges of your essence leaving your body bathed in fuzzy blue light. I manipulate the flow of the energy that surrounds you, toying with your sensitivity, invisibly stimulating the erogenous spots throughout your body all at once.

My nose brushes along your leg and I nip the sensitive skin on the inside of your calf. I grasp both your thighs and slide your body down the bed closer to me.  Leaning in, I press the head against you, slipping it up and down through your slick lips teasing you and I know instantly that I won't last this round.

"Bare with me love, it was a long 3 years in that fucking box."

I squeeze your thighs hard, for sure leaving a mark as I slide inside, just the tip at first, but fuck you're so tight. I ease out and then back in again, plunging a little deeper every time until you finally take me all the way in. 

You cry out bragging your nails up my back as my thickness spreads you open, "Oh my God Satoru!"

"Fucking hell...Baby, you're so tight. "

I pull your legs together tight fucking myself into you as the manipulated energy flows freely throughout your body. I bring you into my domain and everything is heightened. I can feel the edges of your soul blurring into mine and I lose myself for just a moment. My teeth press into inside of your leg hard, immediately I kiss the tender skin and lap my tongue over the dimpled flesh. I don't want to hurt you too much, but the feeling of you wrapped so tight around me almost gets me.

"I'm gunna fuck you harder baby, I missed you too fuckin much."

I pull my hips back and go faster, rutting hard into your thick thighs, laying each stroke in deep before I draw out again.

With a sharp squeal, you wince a little "Oh, I can take it, don't stop, ahh." You pant grabbing my arms and keeping me near you. I grab the back of your knees and pull your legs apart.

"Mmmm, you feel so good."

I fuck you hard, letting you feel every solid inch of me.  When it gets to be too much, you put your hand on my chest trying to stop me from crossing the thin line between your pleasure and pain. I hike my leg up under your hips and slide my arms underneath you. I pull your body tight to mine and I rock into you deeper.

"Don't run, You can take it baby."

I kiss the inside of your neck slowing my pace just a little. Your legs start shaking as your stomach tightens and you scream my name. Every time I bury myself inside of you, your swollen walls contract a little tighter, making it impossible for me to hold on.

The promise of release fills the space around us not leaving room for anything else. Every pent-up emotion, every night we spent apart broken-hearted and sleeping alone, every anguish we bore while we were apart, all of it! It melts away, I'm even if only for now.

You cup my face in your hands looking up at me with your wet eyes. My body starts shaking at the sight of your sweet face scrunched up in pleasure. I pump a little faster, my dick swelling, slipping in deep and teasing your g spot over and over again.

Your moans start sounding throaty and rattled as we rock the bed together. I keep pushing until  I can't anymore and I detonate at the sound of your cries. I push in deeper and twinges of your rapture courses through me in waves.

We lie there spent and broken in the best way. Not moving or speaking, just existing. As the heightened energy subsidies, I collapse on top of you and listen to the sound of your heart as it beats in your chest.

"I want to stay here, for a moment."

"Of course." Your soft voice hums in your chest and your fingers gently stroke my back and rub along my shoulders.  I close my eyes and soak up the easiness your soul pours into mine. Sated.

#gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojoxdownbadbitches #smut writer #smut oneshot #jjk season 2 #jjk smut #smutxanime honeeslust #gojoxyou #smutposts #smutty headcanons

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Kinktober Day 9: Lingerie (Charles x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Slowly but surely I am catching up! I do gotta admit, goddamn do I miss writing fluff lol. There might be more than one update coming over the next couple days, I have multiple Kinktober fics I'm working on at once to try and catch up. I hope you all enjoy this one!!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, some praise, nothing too crazy in this one, you buy lingerie to surprise Charles and he can't help but rip it off you. I think that's everything, if I missed any let me know!

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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You felt giddy as you continued to fuss with your makeup in the mirror. Charles would be home any time now and you had set up a special surprise for him. Over your time together you had noticed Charles fondness for the prettier things in life; artwork that filled practically every open space on the wall, suits made of the finest fabrics money could buy, spoiling you with sets of shining jewels that you always insisted were too much. You knew that when he came home to his pretty little Engel all done up in your new lingerie he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. "I'm home mein Herz, sorry I'm late!" You hear him call from the living room as he kicks the door shut behind him.

You looked yourself over one last time in the mirror, adjusting the bow you had tied to hold your robe together. You smoothed your hands over the black satin, barely able to contain your excitement. "I'm in here!" You call back as casually as you could. You sat on the edge of your bed, positioning youraelf so you would be the first thing he saw as he entered the room.

You hear him approaching with a groan, "What a day. I swear, you think Matthew would have a handle on collecting resources for one of his own classes-" He freezes as he walks through the door, his eyes instantly taking over your form. "Now, what do we have here?" A smile spreads across his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe.

"You work so hard, I wanted to give you a surprise when you got home." You smile coyly at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He straightens up, slowly sauntering over to you.

"Well this is definitely a welcomed gift, schön." You giggle as he crawls over you, his lips crashing into yours as he pushes you back into the bed. "Is there anything under the robe?" He asks, raising a curious eyebrow at you.

"Why don't you unwrap me and find out." You challenge, splaying out beneath him. He chuckles at your response.

"On your knees, pretty girl. It'll be hard to get you undressed if you're laying down." You shiver slightly, his hot breath fanning over the exposed skin of your neck as he pulls away from you. You do as he asked, settling yourself on your knees and looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes. He tugs at the neat bow you had tied, the sahs easily coming undone. His eyes flashed from yours to the lace that peeked out from just underneath the robe along your breast. "So this is why you wouldn't show me what you bought shopping the other day, hm?" He teases you with a chuckle. He eased the satin down your shoulders, slowly revealing the skimpy bodysuit underneath, he glances at you playfully.

"What?" I gotta make you work a little for it." You razz in response.

He sighs, you caught a devious glint in his eyes as he turns away from you, slowly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. "Mein Engel, you just love getting me all worked up don't you?" You swallow thickly, heat immediately pooling in your core at his time of voice. He shrugs off his shirt, stretching his back and rolling his neck in a way that shows off his strong form. He returns to his position standing in front of you, his fingers trailing up your sides before gripping tightly around the straps of your body suit. His eyes never left yours as he pulled roughly at the fabric, the sound of ripping cloth and cool air hitting your bow exposed abdomen making you shiver with anticipation as Charles physically tears the body suit in half. He drank in the sight of you, now only left in a matching black lace bra, panties and garter belt. He trails a finger up your stomach, in between the valley of your breasts, and over your throat before taking your face tenderly in his hand. "There, now I can finally see my beautiful girl." He smiles at you, the sight causing your cheeks to grow warm. He traced his fingers along the edge of your bra, gazing at you longingly.

"Do you like it?" You ask coyly.

"Like it? I love it, Maus." His lips crash into yours, a startled squeak escaping you as you're pushed back onto the bed. He pushes himself in between your thighs, grinding against your core. His rough, calloused fingers massaged your sides. You whined as you pressed yourself into his hardening length. "So pretty for me, you know that?" You nod as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. He pushes your panties to the side, his fingers rubbing teasingly over your entrance. You gasp as he pushes them inside your velvety walls. "And already so wet too." He smirks with a chuckle. He slowly starts to rock his fingers inside of you, taking his time to properly prepare you for his massive length. A never ending sea of praise clouded your mind as he coaxed you into letting go, allowing him full control over your pleasure. "Always so good for me, mein Engel." He gazed down at your divine form below him, the lace of your lingerie hugging perfectly to your curves. He slowly swipes the head of his cock over your entrance, you squirmed in anticipation which only caused him to chuckle at how adorable you looked. Your cheeks flushed, your hair haphazardly spread across the mattress, the rise and fall of your chest erratic as you patiently waited for him to give you the relief you wanted. He eased into you at an agonizingly slow pace, your back arching off of the bed as a lewd moan cracks from your throat. Charles curses under his breath, your soaked core allowing him to slide inside you effortlessly. Your hands wrapped around his strong arms, trying to keep yourself grounded as he mercilessly pounded into you. His hand presses flat across your stomach, holding you firmly in place so you couldn't wiggle away. The sounds that fell from your lips were unholy, Charles easily able to turn you into a screaming mess with every sharp snap of his hips. He collapses on top of you, propping himself on his forearms on either side of your head, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that makes your head spin. Your eyes had trouble focusing on his features, in all honesty you were too blissed out to really care. But, the look on your partner's face alone was almost enough to send you over the edge. A soft, satisfied smile graced his lips as he looked down at you; your skin glowed under the dim lights, a light sheen of sweat covering every exposed bit of flesh, the meat of your thighs rippling with every loud slap of his skin against yours. "Beautiful." Was the only word he could find to describe the sight of you. He pulls out, your body laid limp in the sheets as you waited to see just what exactly he had planned for you.

"Do you think you have it in you to roll over, sweetheart?" You did as he asked before Charles hauled you up onto your knees, flush against his chest. "You picked out such pretty lingerie… I think we should make this a night to remember, don't you?"

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Tag List: @spookyghostjelly @ramblingoak @kissingghouls @herripinkle @belnovacaine @iamsarahsaysso @sodomiser @mikathemushroom @eentheekipekke @mustluvecho @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe (I think that's everyone if I missed you or you would like to be added let me know!)

#powerwolf charles #charles greywolf x reader #charles greywolf powerwolf #charles greywolf #powerwolf band #powerwolf #powerwolf x reader #powerwolf x reader smut

[ardent-fox]

WIP Wednesday ✨️✍️

Got tagged by my beloved @metalheadmickey to share a snippet from one of my WIPs. I initially started writing this along with a bunch of other Kinktober fics I have yet to finish, which I hope to complete in the next couple of weeks, and all of them are yet to go through some rigorous editing. Until then, enjoy my first ever smut snippet I've posted here, in which Mickey tries to stifle his emotional reaction during some intense sex, but Ian's having none of that 🖤

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"If you want us to ride this til the end, I'm gonna need you to work with me," he says softly, brushing his nose against Mickey's hair, inhaling some of his scent in the process. "Think you can do that?"

Mickey closes his eyes, sighing as he feels the resistance drain from his body. Slowly but surely, he reaches the conclusion that Ian is right, him going against himself and Ian isn't getting them anywhere. At this point, he recognizes there are only two options for him to choose from: he can either embrace what is happening and keep enjoying one of the best fucks he's ever had, or they can stop completely and try to decipher the reason behind his reaction in their own time. There's no denying it either way, and only one of these options ends with the orgasm he's aching for. His hair tickles Ian's shoulder as he nods, choosing the former.

"Alright," Ian replies, nuzzling into him. "We handle this together like everything else, okay? You trust me?" His lips find Mickey's jawline again, bringing those perfect kisses along with them, and Mickey chews his lip at the feelings bubbling inside him. Nose flaring, he nods once more.

Ian's mouth breaks away from him, still remaining close. "Need words, unless you want us to change positions," he informs him in his full voice, still soft, yet determined. "Can't see your face, y'know."

Mickey swallows hard, unsure if he can find the ability to speak at all. "Yeah," it comes out low, but it's there.

"Yes, what, baby?" Ian purrs, bending down and pressing a slow, deep kiss into the crook of Mickey's neck. It pulls an involuntary moan out of him, his cock twitching in response. Fuck, his husband is going to be the death of him.

"Yes, I trust you," Mickey adds, voice strained. "I'll... cooperate or whatever."

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Tagging @arrowflier, @squidyyy23, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @thisdivorce, @bravemikhailo, @takeyourpillsbitchh, @teatimeallovertown, @sisitrip if you have something you'd like to share ✨️

#they are in the teaspoons position if it's confusing (kneeling on the bed back to chest) #and of course ian pauses while buried to the hilt to talk about what's going on #the moment when 'i've made people cry from ecstasy' and 'play what cool?' clash together #this has been tons of fun to write so i'll take process over result for now #wip wednesday #my wip #gallavich #shameless