#tppkinktober

[ashes-writing]

a n a t o m y | ahs murder house ; t.langdon

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** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The list of prompts provided so generously by @the-purity-pen -huge thanks, y'all please go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔

Summary ;

--- (pt 1 of 2 ) tate just wants to help you learn anatomy in any way he can. 90's/early aughts Med School Tate Langdon au. this one is for you bestie @tbmunson because without our talk this NEVER would have clicked for me.

Pairing ;

90's!CollegeGuy!MedStudent Tate Langdon x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, murder house and his og backstory doesn't exist + tate langdon is not a ghost, but a med. school student, innocent reader, slightly pervy!sweet tate, lots of lustful touching, innuendo, corruption kink, use of medical terminology, nudity, lustful gazing, foreplay heavy -touching and dry humping, mostly. The banner is different because this is a whole other version of Tate Langdon, who is at least 22 here.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my american horror story taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@krys-orion

@hajimaaaaaa

“I’m never going to remember all of these. How the hell does Professor Adams expect us to remember all the muscle groups and their placement in the body along with everything else? I’m going to fail this.” you’re disgusted as you toss down the pile of flashcards on the counter. Tate looks up from the textbook in front of him and chuckles, nodding to it. “Everything okay?”

You rub your temples, you can feel the migraine setting in already. Tate raises up from his chair, moving to stand behind the chair you’re sitting in, hands at your shoulders. As he starts to massage your shoulders, you bite back a soft gasp and your eyes flutter open and shut. The way his hands feel on your body has you thinking about anything but the textbook and the notes, the flashcards in front of you, but you don’t dare say this aloud.

Falling in love with your roommate is a recipe for disaster and sadly, you have.

But you’re probably not his type, you’re introverted, you’re not supermodel hot, you’re actually kind of a nerd and you’re not like the other girls at school, you’re very inexperienced. Awkward.

As Tate feels the tension gathered in your shoulders, he continues to massage, leaning himself against you lightly as he stops massaging you to reach out and pick up a pen lying on the tabletop. “I’ve got an idea.”

You glance up at him over your shoulder and he’s tugging off the Nirvana shirt he’s wearing, letting it fall from his fingertips as he holds the pen out to you and bites his lip. It’s so hot the way you get flustered so easy around him. He’s definitely gotten the suspicion that you’re not like other girls, you’re innocence and light. Warmth and pure. And god help him, he’s drawn to it like a moth to flame. He wants to protect it and at the same time, he wants to ruin it, ruin you for other guys so he can have you all to himself.

His little idea is just a foot in the door.

“What’s your idea?” you ask, brows knit in confusion, cheeks on fire as your eyes have no choice but to roam his bare upper body and your whole body burns just a little hotter when your eyes lock on his big brown ones and you see him staring back at you, the softest of smirks on his mouth. He holds out the pen to you. “Label them on me. It’ll help you see it and remember it.”

“Tate, I–” you bite your bottom lip but you take the pen and give him a weak but thankful smile. “O-okay.” your hands are shaking as you step up to him, dragging the pen over his chest first, marking off the pectoral muscles. He swallows hard and bites back a groan, managing to keep a straight face the whole time he’s doing it but as that pen moves lower, he can feel himself getting really, really hard. He never stopped to consider that getting you to do this -getting you to touch him in the process, was going to be the tease it was turning into.

You’re done labeling his upper body and you’ve stepped closer to him at some point, when it happens and your bodies brush, he bites back the quietest of growls, quick to disguise it with a chuckle. He can feel the pen shaking in your fingers but he doesn’t say anything, instead pretending he doesn’t notice because the last thing he wants is you to stop touching him. He grabs the textbook from the table without breaking his gaze and bites his bottom lip as he reads out each grouping of muscles you’ve labeled. 

“See?” he chuckles, stepping just a little closer as he sits the book down on the table nearby, brown eyes fixed on you, leaning down and into you just slightly. It’s enough that you can feel your thighs clamp together tight as your panties really start to soak through. And you’re flustered, stammering for your words. He pushes the pen back into your hand and takes a shaky breath. “Do y’ think you can remember the others? Or do I…” he nods to his jean clad lower body and you nearly swallow your tongue, stammering out that he doesn’t have to do this, that you think you can remember.

“I don’t mind, darling.” he coaxes, biting his lip as a low and dark chuckle slips past, “Unless it’s gonna make you uncomfortable? That’s the last thing I want to do, princess.” and he wants to punch himself when the pet name leaves his mouth but he can’t help it, you’re bringing out this whole other side of him and it’s so overwhelming that he can’t possibly keep fighting it.

“N-no. No. It’s fine. I just…” your eyes are glued to his hand and the way it hovers over the button of his jeans. As the button slips through the buttonhole, you just barely bite back an unholy whine threatening to come. Then he’s unzipping his jeans and your breath catches, hanging in your throat. His pants fall to the floor and you tell yourself not to look down but naturally, this is the first thing you find yourself doing. Tate sees it and he licks his lips, reaching out to lightly grip your jaw, giving just the smallest squeeze as he tilts your face so that your eyes meet his. 

“You alright?” his question is asked in a husky whisper, his mouth just nearly grazing against your own… And if you were smarter, you’d have figured out by now that he’s definitely up to something. And it’s everything you’ve lain awake nights imagining, touching yourself underneath the bed sheets, all hot and bothered as you picture what your hot and broody roommate might look like beneath his clothes.

“Y-yeah.” you manage to stammer out the word and it’s lame, weak. You’re not okay right now, your stomach is coiled and your thighs are clamped so damn tight they hurt and you’re visibly flustered, you’ve dropped the damn pen before you even realize it. Tate bends to pick it up and maybe he’s teasing a little when he looks you in the eye and uses that smooth tone he’s so adept at using and the one that always calms you down, “Relax. ‘S not like you’ve never seen this…” 

“Right, yeah.” you’re laughing despite knowing full well that Tate’s cock is the first cock you’ve actually seen before and now that you have, all you can think about is how badly you wish it was buried inside of you. You try to shove the thought out of your head and focus on labeling the groups of muscles that make up his thighs and then his calves and you pause when you hear him grunt and it’s this husky sound from deep within him.

You’re dangerously close to his cock right now, the warmth of your breath fanning against it a little when you breathe in and out. He squirms a little, tries to keep his composure so he doesn’t make things awkward, but your breath against it has it getting even harder. He fixes his gaze down on the top of your head and tries like hell not to imagine curling his fingers in soft strands, tugging as he pushes your mouth down around his member.

When you stand again, holding up the pen to him, he lets out a long and ragged breath and his legs finally seem to relax, even if only a little. “Let’s see how y’ did.” he picks up the book again, noting all the names and areas you’ve marked off, chuckling to himself as he sits the book to the side again and bends down, pulling back up his jeans and black boxers. “Think you can remember now?” he asks, his tone huskier as it leaves his mouth. You’re stepping closer too, your bodies bump against each other, his hand against your hip just slightly. You give him a flustered smile and nod, taking a deep breath. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

“If you…” you start to offer yourself up to do the same for him, but you can’t even begin to make the words leave your mouth. The door to your shared apartment is being beaten down and Tate grumbles as soon as he hears one of the frat boys he’s friends with yelling through the other side.

The second Tate is gone to answer the door, you lean heavily against the fridge and you try your very best to pull yourself together.

You’re going to need an ice bath now and you know it.

#90s/aughts!medstudent!tate langdon #tate langdon #tate langdon smut #tate langdon imagine #tate langdon fanfiction #tate langdon x fem!reader #tppkinktober2022 #tppkinktober #tppkinktober22 #kinktober #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober22 #kinktober2022 #<- minors absofuckinlutely not. a general warning for all my adult content. #-> please read all warnings before reading. #<- female reader ; vague description (female parts) #-> we're ignoring his death and literally everything else bc i have an idea. if you wanna see more please... tell me so bc i have... ideas

[folklord]

daylight

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader | my masterlist

this is my first attempt of writing something 'kinky', a result of a hyperative episode and a tiktok video. hope you enjoy it!

warnings: 18+ (smut: breeding kink, praise kink, implicit size kink) domestic frankie, flufyy | word count: +1400

ps. I know it's not frankie on gif but I couldn't resist

Your house was full. It was your birthday, so your entire family insisted on going. Frankie was relaxed, he adored almost everyone and the food was fantastic. It was enough for him.

Your cousin had arrived with a baby about ten minutes ago and had stolen all the attention from the party. The first baby in a generation is always the star of the family. Everyone held his little hand and applauded every single thing he did, including Frankie. He seemed to be very comfortable with it.

You never had the famous 'babytalk'. Maybe it was never needed. Frankie was healing his addiction, and your career was just rising. But something inside Frankie grew every time he saw you hold that little baby.

You laughed when he tried to pull your hair and grabbed your shirt with his little mouth still toothless. Frankie was mesmerized. You looked like a dream, the one he fought with every night to feel better.

Suddenly, one of your friends called you and you had to go to the other side of the room. You gave the baby to Frankie, and at first, he felt his whole body tremble with fear. He was so small and delicate and Frankie felt so big and brute, like an ogre, capable of harming the child. And to his surprise, the baby rested on his chest gently, smiling and drooling.

Frankie felt very, very happy. What a peaceful feeling it was, so unheard of for him, of being good at something first. Maybe it was instinct or age or something, he thought. But he was really good at it.

He looked for you through the crowd and saw you laughing with your friend. The baby was lying on him, and he held it under his arms and in his diaper.

You saw him, ignoring what your friend was saying. Frankie was smiling like a child. The eyes disappear under the cap. He swayed from side to side, the baby calm on his broad chest. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at you again.

By God, Frankie was giving a sign. And by God, your legs trembled like the first time you saw him, at the thought of him being a father.

(...)

At the end of the night, after everyone was gone, you took the opportunity to take a shower. When you left, Frankie was lying on the bed reading in pajamas. You went to him and sat on the bed, with your chin on his head and your hands around his shoulders.

"So, did you like your birthday?" He said, closing the book.

"Yeah, thank you! That was so fun! Is crazy to think that all these people care that much about me…"

"You always say that on your birthdays." He laughs. "Of course we cared about you. You are a dream, baby!" He turns his neck around and gives some kisses on your jawline. You knew what he wanted, but you wanted to talk about that first.

"Frankie… were you giving me a sign?"

He stopped kissing and looked at you. Eyebrows raised and pouty lips.

"Oh, no… but, well, if the shoe fits…"

"Frankie!" You gave a little tap on his shoulder and he laughed.

"I'm sorry but... Did you see how good I was?"

"Of course! You were smiling and raising eyebrows like a Pixar's character!"

"Yeah, and the baby fell asleep so fast in my chest, maybe that's what I am… A Pixar's dad stereotype!"

You both laughed and stared at each other, not believing that such an important conversation started like this. He crawled his fingers up to the bottom of your nightdress. You felt your nipples getting harder through the satin.

"We never talked about this… so I don't know what you want. But I'm sure I would love it…"

"Since when?" You arch your eyebrows.

"Since I saw you. Holding Daniel. You were so happy…" He said, now crawling his whole body until he was face to face with you. "I want to give you that kind of happiness, you know?"

"Will you be happy?" You said. He smiled instantly.

"I'm. Right now. And everywhere with you, I will be too."

"Okay…" You gently kissed his cheek. His hands walked over your thighs, laying you on your back and placing his knee between your legs. He guided his hand unto your folds and found it instantly wet. His mouth opened in surprise.

"You looked so good, Francisco. You always do, but with the baby… I…"

He took your wrist and guided your hand onto his cock. He was so hard that you could feel his veins around your palm.

"I think nature is screaming at us, uh?" He touched your forehead with his, giving you a soft and long kiss, and then a softer one on your chin.

Like something bigger than you and him were guiding your movements, Frankie placed his hand into your stomach, and when you gave a long breath, he felt it round around his palm. That feeling made him grind his hips into yours, realizing that he was still with his pants on.

He got away from you a bit, to take off his pajamas, and you kept admiring his body. You crawled your hands into his belly, stretching it. He gave you a small moan, you knew how much he loved it. That was the most insecurity that he had, and God, you loved it.

He lay down again, covering your body, and he was so big that you felt warmer beneath him. His belly touched yours in a powerful rhythm, while your hips ground into each other. You could feel his cock throb, and his hands crawled into your neck. Grabbing it a little bit, he slides down into the valley of your breasts, finding your nipple and biting it. You moan between his lips, and he looks at you.

"Are… are you sure?" He says.

"Of course. I already took my pill but… I guess we can play pretend, right?"

"Right. Practicing." He says, smiling at you. "But that's not enough… I want to hear from you, how much you want it."

"Oh, Frankie…" He guides his hand to your clit, and you are so wet that he slides down to your entrance with no problem. "I will laugh while saying that…"

"No problem." He laughs too. "Say it." You hold his broad shoulders but stare at the ceiling.

"I want you to put a baby on me, Frankie... I want everyone to look at me and know that you fucked me so good that we made a masterpiece. Please…"

You didn't have to beg, but Frankie loved that. He holds his cock and places it on your entrance, looking at you. His hand was trembling with so much expectation.

"I want to hear from you too." You say.

"Ok." He says and slides down into you. You feel some of your walls adjusting to fit his large cock, and crave your nails around his shoulders. He begins thrusting it, already so fast, not taking any longer. He looks at you, and he is fucking glowing. Like he had that dream for so many years, hidden in some of the darkest thoughts that he had about you. But at this moment, it was daylight.

"I want to give you a baby." He says, thrusting harder. "You will glow, so round and so pretty, all because of me. And I'll be so good, so fucking great to you…" You watch the veins of his neck getting thicker, and you know he is coming. "I will help you all day long. I will eat that pretty pussy…" He puts a finger into your clit. "I will eat that while your round breasts bounce, while you look at me…" You smirk at him. "Just like that, my good girl. Just like that…"

You feel the white noise coming, and arches your back until he hits another spot inside of you. You feel his biceps getting weaker and you know he is coming.

"Say my name when you finish." You tell him.

And that's what he does.

He comes inside of you, in a wild groan into your mouth. You watch him, so beautifully orgasmic, and let yourself come too. In a beautiful second, you both are coming together, your hands interviewed, your eyes drowning at each other.

You never knew you could love that much.

And by the way, Frankie falls down at the mattress, looking at you and wrapping your waist, you know what he is thinking.

He loves you so much.

---

taglist (let me know if you want to be added): @la-lunaluna @raresciences @lokimischixf @hansolotr @lukanasky @voteforpedro09

#frankie morales drabble #pedro pascal fanfiction #tripler frontier fic #frankie morales fic #frankie x reader #catfish morales x reader #catfish x you #catfish triple frontier #catfish x reader #catfish au #kinktober 2021 #tppkinktober

[writingmyheartsout]

Kinktober day 8 will be posted later than usual, sorry for the issue ❤

#personal #personal problems #kinktober2021 #tppkinktober 2021 #writemyheartsout's writing

[myevilmouse]

Day 9:  Yesterday they were sweet, today they are not!  Double the Thryce this week.  Here’s today’s one drabble featuring two prompts:

Fandom:  Star Wars

Words:  100

Prompt 1:  Angstober:  Reunion

Prompt 2:  TPPKinktober:  Hate/Angry Sex

Thrawn hadn’t seen Lothal’s Governor since his promotion.  He’d orchestrated this reunion—confrontation—regarding her actions.  Pryce was reckless.  Irresponsible.  

Now, glaring at him, breathing hard, palms slammed on his desktop, he realized she was also uncontrollable and unrepentant.

“There’s no proof.”  

“The truth is enough,” he hissed, rage simmering.

“Hypocrite,” she scoffed.  “You’re going to punish me?”  Bending her elbows, Pryce lowered her chest to his desk, lifting her perfect bottom in mockery.  “A spanking perhaps?”  She wiggled invitingly.  “Something else?”

Thrawn’s fingers were already at his uniform belt, undoing the clasp.

“Something else,” he agreed, moving behind her.

This gif makes me laugh every time...

#angstober2021 #tppkinktober2021 #thryce #thrawn #pryce #doing naughty things #governor pryce #grand admiral thrawn #my evil otp #twoforonetober #drabble #myfic #drabbles

[saritaadam]

I'll be participating (or at least try to) in both whumptober and kinktober, with art and writing. If you don't want to see it, you can block the tags #whumptober2021, #tppkinktober or #kinktober2021

[ashes-writing]

s w i m | the walking dead ; s.walsh

|| taglist,babes + req rules + send ?s + masterlist + kinktober masterlist ||

** graphics made by me with help from google images /pinterest. the list I'm using for this provided by @the-purity-pen, please do go check out their writing and a huge thanks to them for allowing the prompts to be used. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 ; 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Summary ;

---Skinny dipping in the moonlight at the quarry with Shane Walsh

Pairing ;

Shane Walsh x fem!reader.

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, outdoor sex - fingering, male giving, eluded to sex, lustful touching, reader is a huge tease and is also one and the same reader from skin and bad intentions.. heavier emphasis on foreplay here, the sexual act itself is hinted at..

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my walking dead taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@beardedbarba

@chieflawyerpastatoad

@krys-orion

@moonileo

You’re too busy splashing around in the quarry pond to notice the way Shane’s leaned against a tree on the sandbar watching you, brown eyes glued to your body as he watches you swim around nude in the moonlight. 

You spot him when you turn around and motion for him to join you. He shakes his head no and he chuckles. “Y’ need t’ get back up top too.”

“But it’s so hot. I need to cool down. You could use a cool down too, Officer.” you’re teasing him now. You know it and he knows it. He smirks and walks out to the edge, where the water meets the sandbar and you make your way up to him, stopping in front of him.

His gaze settles on your wet,naked body as you stand in front of him.

“Ain’t a good idea, princess. I’m supposed t’ be on watch right now.”

“So let that guy Rick take over. He’s been dying to swoop in and play hero since he came out here, maybe he needs to see what that entails. You need a break, officer. All work and no play makes Shane a dull boy.” you’re really teasing him now, walking a finger up and down his chest, letting that finger catch in the hem of an olive green t-shirt that’s seen better days. He grunts and swallows hard, the way your body feels molded against his is just too good.

You’re tugging the shirt up over his head and you let it fall to the sand from your fingertips. He chuckles, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he gazes down at you, just openly fucking you with his eyes. You stop in the midst of unbuttoning his khaki cargos and pout up at him. “Oh my god, would you relax, officer? Live a little. It’s not as if you always have to be in charge.”

He chuckles again. Pulling you against him by your hips because you’d stepped away a little. He’s tilting his head to look down at you. “You don’t know me from a hole ‘n the ground, woman.” he mumbles as his mouth inches closer to your lips and your heart skips a beat or two lazily, his fingers digging against your hips as he moves in for the kill, “I’ll have y’ know, I’m good at relaxin.”

“Says the man who is still standing here dressed and trying to coax me out of my own good time.” you pout up at him as you laugh softly. Teasing him, you reach up to boop the tip of his nose. He snickers to himself and shrugs. “Fuck it. He wants t’ run thangs, let him.” Shane gazes back up the hill at the campground and he’s relieved when he finds that Rick’s taken over for him, sitting on top of the Bronco, eyes fixed on the treeline in the distance and pistol at the ready.

“There y’ go, big boy.” you coax, working the button on his cargo pants free. As you slowly work the zipper down, Shane can feel his cock getting hard enough to break and he bucks himself into you, grabbing your wrist, placing your palm against the thick bulge strained in the front of his boxers and you gasp. “That’s what yer doin t’ me, woman.” he says it in a low tone, warning you. But you just give him this sweet little grin and shrug, biting your lip.

He sheds his jeans and boxers, letting them fall in a heap on the sand and then he’s scooped you up and he’s making his way out into the water with you. Once you’re out far enough, he puts you down. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck and he shivers a little as you play with the back of his neck and stare up at him.

One of you has to make the first move and up to this point, it’s been all you. This is not something Shane enjoys knowing, either. He’s not used to it, he doesn’t like it. He needs to take back the reins.

His hand settles between your thighs, cupping you as he begins to rub and you begin to whimper and whine, rocking yourself against his hand without any hesitation as you nip at the tattoo on his chest. He lets out a quiet growl and mumbles lazily against the shell of your ear, “If y’ were only playin around, hon… Now’s th’ time t’ say so.”

“Fuck me…” you moan out, letting your head fall back as his fingers bury inside your pussy, working you open and stretching you out….

#shane walsh #shane walsh smut #shane walsh imagine #shane walsh fanfiction #shane walsh x fem!reader #tppkinktober2022 #tppkinktober #kinktober #kinktober22 #kinktober2022 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober 22 #<- minors I thinketh the entire fuck not. a general warning for all my adult content. #-> please read all warnings before reading. #<- female reader ; vague description(female parts)

[ashes-writing]

b l i s s | ahs freak show ; j.darling

|| taglist,babes + req rules + send ?s + masterlist + kinktober masterlist ||

** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The list of prompts provided so generously by @the-purity-pen -huge thanks, y'all please go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Summary ;

--- there's nothing more that jimmy darling loves in the world than to come home to you... except maybe railing you on the kitchen table.

Pairing ;

Jimmy Darling x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts + being Elsa Mars adoptive daughter.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, kissing, body fluids, finger fucking - fem. receiving, body worship, praise, sex on a kitchen table, pinv -unprotected, pet names, biting/sucking. This fic belongs to the AU of my 'At Last' one shot.. It's a companion piece to Red -an earlier kinktober entry, so you might want to read that part first but you totally don't have to. Reader is Elsa Mars adoptive daughter.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my american horror story taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@krys-orion

@hajimaaaaaa

“Doll! I’m home!” Jimmy stops inside the front door to tug off heavy soled work boots and the scent of marinara hits him in the nose, making him groan and making his mouth water. He wanders into the kitchen, pressing himself against you from behind as webbed hands slip up and down your sides and his chin settles in between your neck and shoulders. 

You gasp a little and giggle as you feel rough lips latch onto your neck, suction forming between lips and skin to leave a new mark on you. “Jimmy,” you whine, “I’m trying to make dinner.”

“Smells good, doll.. Bet it’s gonna taste real good too.” his hand squeezes your hip as he bucks himself into you from behind, “Not as good as something else tastes…” his words against your ear have you heating up all over and whining again, this time for a totally different reason. You’re rocking yourself back, your ass grazing right against the way he’s strained against the coveralls he wears to work in the garage downtown. You turn so that you’re facing him and you clear your throat, nodding to the coveralls. “You’re supposed t’ take those off at the door, Jim..”

“I missed my girl, damn.” Jimmy’s smiling, that lazy and cocky grin he gives you when he knows damn well he’s trying to pull something with you, the one you can never seem to resist. You raise your hands and your fingers catch against the zipper. He pulls you against him completely, an arm around your waist as his lips latch onto yours, a kiss so deep that you’re dizzy in seconds. 

You’re working down the zip to his coveralls and then you’re peeling them off, letting the dark colored garment settle at his ankles. 

Without breaking the kiss, he kicks them free at the ankles and his hands settle on your ass as he scoops you up to sit you on the dining table. Then he’s stepping between your legs all over again, leaning down into you so that you’re pushed back against the table as his lips stray from your mouth to roam right down the front of your throat, catching against skin. One of his hands slips up the bottom of your new little dress and when his hand settles over your cunt and he starts to rub and squeeze, you whine and start to rock yourself against his palm.

“Stay put, doll.” he pulls away, reaching back to shut off the little red stove behind him so that the pasta doesn’t boil over the pot. You’re playing with the front of his white tank top and biting your lip as you stare at his chest and his hand slips right back up the bottom of your dress all over again. 

“Where was I, huh?” he chuckles as the question leaves his mouth and tickles your skin, answering in amusement, “Oh yeah..” he tugs down your pretty lace panties and buries webbed fingers deep in your dripping sex and it’s enough to make you gasp, whine in need and has your head falling back as your eyes flutter open and closed as he starts to finger fuck you right there on the kitchen table.

“Jimmy, ah -oh, right there.” you’re rocking yourself against his fingers movements in your cunt shamelessly and trying to strip off his white tank top. It falls to the tiled floor of the little kitchen right around the same time that the landline on the wall starts to ring.

Jimmy glances back to glare at the ringing phone and he starts to lean his forehead down to rest it against the swell of your breasts so he can pull himself together even a little, but to his surprise, you’re not hurrying to answer. “Why’d you stop?” you pout up at him, rocking yourself against the way his hand still rests against your cunt, “My mother can wait. She’ll call back, baby. She always calls back.”

He’s giving you that cocky smirk again, his mouth crashing against yours as he unzips your little dress and pulls you forward on the table so he can slip it off your body easier. The dress settles next to his discarded shirt, your panties and the coveralls you stripped off of him and as soon as he sets sights on the faded red slip, he lets out a low whistle, but the slip is gone in seconds too as he mumbles huskily against the swell of your breasts that there’s too much in the way. You’ve unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and you’re tugging down jeans and boxers, Jimmy’s kicking them free as soon as they hit his ankles.

And then it’s just you and him. Skin to skin. You melt against his taller muscular frame and wrap your arms around his neck with your legs around his waist. This sends his thick cock to graze right between your wet folds and you whine in need, rocking yourself over the tip of his cock. Jimmy groans and bites down on your bottom lip, latching onto it as his cock sinks inside you to the hilt and he goes still, forehead against yours to stare into your eyes, a hand resting against one side of your face so that he can caress it.

“Y’ so goddamn beautiful, doll.” he mumbles quietly, taking a few shaky breaths as he goes on to mumble against your collarbone while leaving even more marks over the skin there, “Perfect, fuck.. This pretty, curvy little body and ya fuckin legs around me, fuck..” he’s telling you every single thing he loves about your body as he starts to fuck into you nice and slow, your orgasm building slowly but surely as your nails drag up and down his back before catching in the hair at the nape of his neck. You’re bouncing up and down on his cock as he pulls you off of the kitchen table, raw strength holding you upright as he continues to pound away at you in the middle of the kitchen of your little house.

It’s always been his dream to come home to you at the end of a long day and now that dream is a reality…

#jimmy darling #jimmy darling smut #jimmy darling imagine #jimmy darling fanfiction #<- minors i thinketh the fuck not. a general warning for all my adult content. #-> please read all warnings before reading. #<- female character ; less than vague (female parts + adoptive Mars daughter ) #tppkinktober2022 #tppkinktober #kinktober #kinktober22 #kinktober2022 #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022

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w e t | sons of anarchy ; o.winston

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 ; 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Summary ;

--- Opie joins you in the shower on your honeymoon in the mountains..

Pairing ;

Opie Winston x fem!reader.

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, pinvsex - no foreplay, biting, shower sex, lots of touching, dirty talk, pet names, a short lil scene tbh, body fluids, fluff.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my sons of anarchy taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@beardedbarba

@chieflawyerpastatoad

It’s been a long day, you've spent most of it out on the motorcycle, exploring the little town you both chose for your honeymoon and you are exhausted... All you want is a hot shower to warm up a little. You pry yourself from Opie’s arms and slip into the bathroom of the little cabin, turning on the hot water and as you wait on the heat to build, you strip down.

The heat’s just building in the water when Opie slips into the bathroom behind you, leaning into you heavily from behind, his lips dancing up and down your neck as his beard tickles and scratches your skin. “There ya are, darlin.” he mumbles half asleep, “Woke up n’ you were gone.”

“I wanted a shower.” you turn to face him, walking your fingers up and down his bare chest. His hands skim your sides, the contrast of rough palm against your soft skin drawing a whimper out of you as you melt into him just a little and yawn. 

You pull away to glance up at him, nodding at the shower. “We already broke in the kitchen, the living room, the game room, the hot tub and the bedroom…. Shower’s next?” and the playful little gleam in your eyes has him chuckling. Right up to the point when you rub yourself against him and his cock grazes your wet sex. 

He picks you up and steps into the shower, the kiss deepening as he sinks his cock into you deep, smirking at the whimper against his neck as you cling to him. “Not gonna lie, I definitely plan on gettin used t’ this.” his words are husky and growled against your skin as he fucks into you slow and deep, his hands squeezing your thighs and ass as he continues to pound away at you. You’re meeting his deep drives with your own thrusts, clumsy. 

Your nails drag down his back and your other hand clutches his bicep as he holds you against the wall and rails you, the only sounds around you are the sounds of your combined labored pants, the water running and the wet slosh each time his cock slams into you deep and pulls back out again, this last sound driving Opie to a point where he’s slamming into you harder and deeper, making you whimper and moan, the sound of your voice echoing off the tiled walls. Your nails dig into his shoulder and your lips latch onto his neck, sucking a mark into skin. He groans and crashes his mouth into yours, tongue dominating control of the kiss as it deepens and lasts until you’ve nearly forgotten to breathe. 

“You take me so good. Feels so good buried inside you, darlin, fuck.” Opie groans out as his hips stammer and he goes still, peppering hot little kisses against any part of your wet skin he can get his mouth on.  He picks up his pace again, a hand leaving your ass to rest against the column of your neck as he rests his forehead against yours and in a daze, stares down at your tits for a few seconds, watching them bounce with each drive into you his cock makes. “How’d I get so lucky..” he muses to himself, prompting you to grip his jaw and make him look at you, giving him a cute little grin. “I think I’m the lucky one, baby.”

“No way.” he argues, gritting his teeth as he tries to hold off his orgasm.

But then he feels the way your pussy clamps down on his cock more and he can feel you tensing, so he chuckles and coaxes in a whisper against your lips, “C’mon, sweetheart. Let go for me..” begging, fucking you through your orgasm and straight into his own as soon as he feels the way yours shatters through, leaving you melted against him and limp, this cute little fucked out and dazed facial expression when you sigh against his neck. “Feels so good baby, so good.”

#opie winston #opie winston smut #opie winston imagine #opie winston fanfiction #opie winston x fem!reader #<- minors I thinketh the fuck not. a general warning for all my adult content. #-> please read all warnings before reading. #<- female reader ; vague description (female parts) #tppkinktober2022 #tppkinktober #kinktober22 #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober2022

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d i s t r a c t i o n s | supernatural ; s.winchester

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 ; 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐

Summary ;

--- Sam's been a little busy lately so you decide to get what you want... one way or another.

Pairing ;

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, pinv - unprotected + hinted at, face fucking, dry humping, body fluids, dom!Sam, dirty talk, hair pulling. AU where the world is normal and Sam went to law school is working at a firm post college..

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my supernatural taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@icequeen1371

@krys-orion

@m-rae23

You roll over in bed to find Sam’s side empty. This has you sitting up and reaching for the brown shirt you’d taken off earlier before getting into bed. You pull it down over your head and you grumble to yourself as you make your way down the hallway of the apartment and into the living room.

The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminates strong features and you stand there, staring. Dazed. Preoccupied with the fact that no thanks to this stupid fucking trial he’s helping out with, you haven’t had sex in almost a week and you’re starting to get a little stir crazy.

The thought prompts you to walk over and stand in front of him. “Baby?”

Sam barely looks up from his screen. “I’m almost done with this deposition.”

“Baby.” you say it a little poutier. A little whinier. “It’s almost 2 am.”

“And I need to get this emailed in to Walt.”

You’re clearly going to have to take matters into your own hands here. In a fit of desperation, you reach down and move the laptop off of his lap. You’re straddling his thigh and you grab his jaw, pulling his mouth against yours. He starts off resistant, grumbling about work and how he needed to get done with it, but you’re determined to get your way. Sam hasn’t had to deal with your brattier side in months. Maybe tonights a good night to make him deal with it. Something has to give, after all… you’re tired of going without sex or the way it feels when he’s asleep with you in bed, his entire body engulfing yours as he spoons you from behind. The way his lips feel on your neck when he can’t fall asleep so he kisses you all over to distract himself from that.

You just miss him.

The second he feels your bare cunt press against his thigh through the thin gym shorts he’s wearing, he clenches his hand, fingers digging at the cushion a little as his head falls back. You start to rock yourself back and forth over his thigh and he can feel you getting a little wetter each time your cunt drags over his thigh. His hand settles on your hip and he clears his throat.

“Want somethin’, baby girl?”

“Sam..” you whimper out his name, fingers curling in the front of his white tank top as you lean into him and crash your mouth against his to mumble in a daze, “Yeah. Your cock. To actually fall asleep with my fiance.” 

He swears under his breath. Brown eyes fix on you, the pupil nearly blotting out the color of his eyes as he starts to get the idea of where this is heading. Your little pout has him chuckling. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “So you thought you’d come down here and…” he’s teasing, of course.

“Take what I want.” you whine out as you settle on his lap completely, bare cunt pressed right against the way he’s strained against the thin and baggy gym shorts he’s wearing. His arms settle around your waist and he pretends to think it over. “Take what you want, hm?” he questions, leaning into you, his nose brushing your hair back away from your neck as he adds in a quieter tone, “Kind of rude, don’t you think? I mean, you didn’t even say please before you started humping my thigh, babe.” he chuckles when he feels your pussy throb and hears you gasp and whine, your nails sinking into the part of his shoulder exposed.

He sucks in a sharp breath when you press yourself down against his bulge all over again, your hips rolling back and forth in a steady pace as you try to keep any kind of friction you can going. “And I think you forgot whose in charge here, baby girl.” he’s playfully scolding you but it doesn’t matter because you’re pouting and grumbling about this not being your fault, how could you possibly be expected to live with a man who is a breathing work of art without wanting him every waking moment.

And it’s so sweet that he smiles to himself and he melts into you, his lips latching against your neck to leave a mark against your throat. His hand slips between your body and beneath the hem of a shirt you stole from him and wear all the time and his hand squeezes your cunt, rubbing down on it as his fingers start to trail lazy circles over your clit. This only makes your needy whimpers and whines louder.

“I think I need t’ remind you who is in charge here.” he mumbles thoughtfully. He happens to see you staring down at the way his cock is pushing against the front of the shorts he’s wearing and the idea hits him. You frown when he slips out from beneath you and stands in front of you. Your hand catches in the elastic waistband of the shorts and you start to tug them downward. Sam growls quietly as his cock is freed from the confines of fabric and springs free, nuzzling against the corner of your mouth.

He chuckles, it’s dark and it’s low.

“You did say you wanted my cock, baby girl.” he points out in a mild and teasing tone as you look up at him and swallow hard. He nods to his thick member, licking his lips. “Open your mouth.”

You open your mouth obediently. Sam’s hands catch in your hair and he tugs at it, pushing your mouth down onto his cock until your nose is pushed right against sparse dark hairs and you’re breathing in the scent of him. He starts to thrust his hips and you nearly gag on his cock, struggling to take all of him as deep in your throat as you can. You pull up slightly, whimpering and rocking yourself against the cushion of the couch you’re sitting on as the ache in your cunt really begins to throb and you’re desperate for something… Anything, any kind of friction he’ll allow.

His hand fists at your hair as your lips latch onto his cock even more and you’re bobbing your head up and down, matching his thrusts in near perfect tandem. “Fuck. Oh shit.” he groans out, “Shit, princess, you’re so…” he tugs your hair harder, pushing himself into your throat deeper til you feel like he might actually bruise it this time, “fucking good at this, good girl.”

You can feel him twitch, the vein that runs the length of his member begins to pulse as he continues to fuck your throat. You clench your thighs tight because the way it feels when you clench them feels better than nothing at all. “Gonna, ah, oh fuck, I’m cumming, babe.” he groans out as his seed slides back down your throat and he pulls his cock out of your mouth. “Swallow, princess. C’mon. Look at me and swallow.” he demands, a soft but firm tone as he grasps your jaw and makes you look up at him so he can watch you swallow every last drop. One of his hands settles between your thighs, you’re rocking yourself against his hand helplessly, chasing the orgasm beginning to build within you.

The sight of you looking up at him with that fucked out daze in your eyes, the way you’re squirming desperately against the cushion and his juices and saliva drizzle from the corner of your lips as you whine in need has him getting hard almost instantly and he shoves you back against the sofa, settling his full weight down into you, his body engulfing yours as he buries his cock as deep inside you as he can get it….

#sam winchester #sam winchester smut #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x fem!reader #<- minors i thinketh the entire fuck not. general warning for all my adult content. #-> please read all warnings before reading further. #<- female reader ; vague description (female parts) #tppkinktober2022 #kinktober22 #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022 #tppkinktober

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h u n g r y | ahs asylum ; k.walker

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 ; 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

Summary ;

--- You're such a pretty little thing Kit Walker could just eat you up...

Pairing ;

Kit Walker x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, food play / heavy foreplay, oral sex (male giving), biting / marking, overstimulation - if you squint.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my american horror story taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@krys-orion

@hajimaaaaaa

His eyes are glued to the tops of your breast and you bite your lips, cheeks burning hot. “What are you looking at?”

Wordlessly, Kit leans in and down, his mouth dancing against soft skin and as his tongue darts out, licking up the sliver of chocolate sauce you had on your chest, he smirks against your skin before glancing up at you and licking his lips. He chuckles quietly. “You had some chocolate..” he trails off. You’re leaning towards him now with a finger full of whipped cream which you drag right down the side of his neck. As you drag your tongue upwards over his pulse, licking up the sweet cream, he bites back a growl. “Fuckin…” he groans, “Doll, shit.” he sucks in a sharp breath.

But then he’s pushing you back against the table and reaching for the chocolate syrup as he licks his lips and uses one of his hands to spread your legs, opening you up wide for him. “My turn now, doll.” and the way he licks his lips has you wet in seconds, whimpering at the way chocolate sauce is drizzled against your bare thigh as soon as he’s paused to rip open the front of the work shirt you’d stolen from him to wear. He dips his head down, a leg over his shoulder as his tongue makes a broad stripe right up the inside of your thigh. His teeth latch against your skin, forming a line of bruises and bites marching up the inside of your thigh and your fingers clutch at his shoulder, crescent moon shaped imprints left behind by your nails. 

His nose buries in your heat and he groans out that you’re sweeter than candy and he’s about to get himself a real good taste and then your nails are digging into his shoulder all over again as he tears off your panties and tosses them onto the kitchen floor. The bottle of chocolate syrup is picked up again, drizzled against your other thigh as he turns his attention to it, tongue rolling right up the inside, leaving marks behind all over again.

One of your hands settles in thick and dark hair and you tug, pushing his mouth down where you need it most as his arms hook beneath your thighs, his hands settling on your hips to hold you flat against the table so that he controls every single move you’re allowed to make. He growls quietly and you whine in need. His lips latch onto your clit and he’s sucking, tongue rolling around the hooded bundle of nerves until you try to arch your back and roll your hips against his mouth only to find your movement limited by his hands and the way they grip your hips so tight.

“Thatta girl. Just be still for daddy, hm?” he drawls out lazily as he starts to drag his tongue in the shape of a K, one long stroke right up the center of your cunt and two shorter ones to form the upper and lower legs of the letter. You whine in need and try again to move and you’re rewarded with Kit’s tongue burying deep inside your cunt as he growls and laps up the wetness, the lewd sounds of him licking you clean have you whining all over again and begging him for more. He’s moved onto the I now, and your nails dance down his back as you hiss and tense up, the coil in your stomach only growing tighter. “Baby, I… Please..” you beg breathlessly, “Wanna feel you inside…” you moan out, the sound echoing off the walls of the cheery yellow kitchen. “Not yet, doll… Just be a good girl, let me get another taste.”

But you know where this is heading. He’ll let you get off and then he’ll coax you into doing it again. And again. And again until you’re all fucked out and shaking, crying because he’s making you feel so good every single time that it physically hurts.

And all you can do is lie pinned against the dining room table and let him sate his appetite. Not that you mind or anything…

#kit walker #kit walker smut #kit walker imagine #kit walker fanfiction #kit walker x fem!reader #<- minors absofuckinlutely not. a general warning for all my adult content. #-> please read all warnings before reading. #<- female reader ; vague description (femaleparts) #tppkinktober2022 #tppkinktober #kinktober22 #kinktober2022 #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober 22

[myevilmouse]

Day 12:  Two prompts for the drabble of one!  Space bros!

Fandom:  Star Wars

Words:  100

Prompt 1:  Whumptober’s alternate:  Trapped.

Prompt 2:  TPPKinktober (although drabble not kinky 😆):  Begging.

Alarms blared and blaster bolts rained around the duracrete barrier serving as cover.  They were trapped, completely surrounded, and for some insane reason, Luke’s lightsaber wouldn’t ignite.

“Didn’t know those things jammed,” Han cracked, wincing as a ceiling beam crashed to the floor.  A little too close for comfort.

“They don’t!” Luke complained.  “This is … like a bad dream.”

“Maybe ask the Force nicely to cooperate?”

“I’m begging!  I’m pleading!”  Luke cursed, very un-Jedi-like.  “But you know, you could have brought extra power cells for that blaster.”

“Naturally, everything’s always my fault,” Han sighed, used to the Skywalker twins.

#whumptober2021 #tppkinktober2021 #drabble #han solo #having adventures #Luke Skywalker #having a crisis #space bros #myfic #twoforonetober