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runa-falls · 5 months

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(pumpkin) cream pie

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

rating: explicit 18+

cw: smut and (pumpkin) spice, food play [whipped cream], dirty talk, umm...daddy kink (IM SORRY), creampie, size kink???

a/n: a little thankgiving cream thot :^) this is an extension of an earlier cream thot just more description~ hehe~

update: um this is a lot longer than it was supposed to be. i don't have time to read it over before dinner so here, have this half-assed smut-fest. happy wanksgiving!!

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as soon as he pulled out the can of whipped cream -- and basically ripped off and demolished the plastic lid (he still doesn't know his own strength) -- you knew there would be a mess to clean up in the morning. not to mention the fact that miguel has a secret sweet tooth and likes his whipped cream with a side of pie.

the perfect pumpkin pie that you spent hours baking to just the right consistency and color, sits untouched on the counter watching as miguel slowly peels off your dress before dropping it to the floor.

not a lick of whipped cream has gone near the pie, even the crust remains crack-free.

his eyes don't dare to drop from your body as he drinks in the way his hands span over your soft skin. you're so small compared to him, pinned so nicely between himself and the kitchen island. you let your head tilt back as he leans in, offering the only sweetness he'll ever need.

but of course, miguel has a large appetite. he's a greedy man. he's insatiable.

rough hands squeeze at your sides as you tremble in his hold. he likes it when you do that. you're not afraid to let him do what he pleases with your body. to let him tear you apart before putting you back together. he loves the way that you need him.

"look at you, so soft and pliant for me." your breath hitches as his lips graze against the pulse point of your neck. your skin flushes involuntarily and you can feel a trail of sweet cream drip down to the curve of your shoulder as it melts from your body heat.

miguel watches hungrily as his hand moves from your torso to the sticky mess that spills over your chest. he flicks his thumb over the pool of sweetness that has settled against your collarbone before dipping it into the perfect pout of your lips.

a groan hums in the air when you hold his stare and suck the saccharine flavor off of him. "good girl..." even after all the cream is gone, your tongue drags against the pad of his thumb wantonly. he pulls his hand away with a heated look, eyes half-lidded and hungry, "now let me clean you up."

fingers intertwine in your hair, guiding your head to expose your throat for him. the touch of his hot mouth drifting over your skin makes your shiver. he laps over the ribbons of white and the melted cream that glistens over your neck like a starved man.

his tongue languidly swipes over the trails of sweet cream from your tits to your lips, humming with contentment when your back arches to press your body against his mouth. you grip his broad shoulders as he sucks love bites against the skin he licked clean, marking you as his.

he sighs praises against your skin as his sticky hands continue to move down your body, gripping and groping over your soft spots. the remnants of the cream are slathered over the two of you, but you're too distracted to care.

"please," you beg breathlessly, "more. i-i need you, inside."

"i know, baby," he coos, "you're just so empty without me, aren't you..." you feel him hastily shove your drenched thong to the side to get a better look at your dripping heat. just the sight of your desperate cunt gives him tunnel vision. it's practically begging to be fucked by his fingers, cock, or tongue. "you need daddy to fill you up, don't you?"

you can only nod as you watch him expertly unlatch his belt and unbutton his slacks. he's already so hard for you, pressing desperately against the dark fabric of his pants. your hands drift down from the wide expanse of his covered chest to cup at his bulge. his hips grind against your touch, craving any type of relief he can get.

"all for you, honey." he murmurs.

when he finally shoves down his pants, he wastes no time before picking you up and setting you at the edge of the counter. he's so tall that you're positioned at the perfect height for him to fuck you in.

your legs part invitingly to let him in to your space. he leans over you and watches as he lovingly drags the tip of his cock against the slick mess that drips from your needy hole.

"always so ready for me..."

you sigh at the feeling of his (formerly) ironed shirt pressing against the peaks of your tits, "only you, miguel."

"only me." he echoes.

he groans deeply as he enters you. he's slow, letting you get used to the feeling of him stretching you out. you whimper at the sensation, thighs shaking and threatening to tighten around him as he pushes in deeper.

it's intense when he bottoms out, his cock filling you up completely. your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts to move, the head of his cock kissing right against your sweet spot with each thrust. he's just so big, you can't help it.

your body practically convulses with every roll of his hips, but you know there's isn't a risk of you falling off the table with the way he holds your waist. all thoughts are glazed over by a lecherous fog, every neuron numbed.

"so little..." his head rests against your shoulder as he stares down at the way he fills you up. warmth spreads to the bottom of your stomach as he palms at the small bulge that sticks out from the angle that he's fucking you at. "look at you, baby. taking me so well."

your eyes drop to where you're connected and you clench around him at the sight. his cock is dripping with the essence of you as he repeatedly fills you up, again and again.

he lets out a deep rumbling groan against your tacky skin at how tight you're getting. the pleasure that thrums throughout your body builds quickly, and before you know it, you're reaching your peak.

miguel can tell that you're at the cusp of your climax with the way you're desperately clawing at his shoulder sand whining against the shell of his ear. he aims thrusts upwards into you, dragging so perfectly against that euphoric spot deep inside of you.

"go ahead, cariño. let go for me."

you let out a breathless gasp as your body jerks with pleasure. miguel can only hold onto you as you arch against him, continuing to grind himself against your cunt as you flutter around him.

"you're so good to me, sweetheart." your body is so overstimulated that you can barely decipher what he's saying. "gonna fill you up, baby. give you want you need." the words are deliriously panted into the side of your neck as he finishes himself off, holding your cock-drunk body against his.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #wanksgiving

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campingwiththecharmings · 5 months

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Slow it Down

AN: Happy Wanksgiving, y'all (and Happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate)! This is my contribution. I meant to write something else but the muse wants what it wants and she wanted Poe so, hope y'all enjoy. 😘

(Un-beta’d - i wrote this in like 2 hours and barely proofread it so lol, apologies for any mistakes)

You’ve never seen him like this before, so rushed, so…frantic. Normally, he takes his time, draws everything out, especially when he’s been away, but it’s different this time. He’s different.

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,312 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: established relationship, desperate!angsty!Poe, p in v, oral sex, a little roughness, choking (barely), creampie, a little cockwarming (please let me know if i missed anything). AO3

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You fall into the room, a tangle of limbs, tongues, and teeth, moans muffled by Poe’s tongue in your mouth. Poe pushes you against the durasteel door when it slides closed, pressing his body along the length of you, hands pulling at your uniform. You gasp when he tweaks your nipple through the rough fabric of your shirt, breaking the kiss. He doesn’t stop though, mouthing down your neck, nipping at your jaw, hot tongue dipping into the notch at the base of your throat. You’re completely at his mercy, simply clinging to him, fingers tangling in his soft, dark curls.

He pulls back slightly, fingers fumbling with the buttons on your shirt. He quickly pushes the offending material from your shoulders, mouth latching onto your breast as his hands drop to the waistband of your pants. He has you laid out on the bed before you even realize he’s moving, fingers pulling down your underwear just as quickly.

“Poe,” you pant, trying to get his attention as he tosses your panties over his shoulder, his eyes roving over your prone form.

Instead of answering, he licks his lips and dives into your center, drawing a surprised gasp from you as he laps messily at your folds. You hum when he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, a shiver of pleasure racing through your body.

Poe sinks lower, spearing his tongue into your fluttering hole, his nose pressing deliciously against your clit. You moan as he pushes in as deep as he can manage, his tongue sliding along your sensitive walls before slipping back out to tease your entrance. His hands grip you like a vice, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he drinks from you like you’re an oasis in the middle of the desert.

You know something is wrong, but he just feels so good, and he clearly needs this, so you don’t question it, instead letting him have his way with you. It doesn’t take him long to send you over the edge, a scream lodging in your throat as he groans into you, greedily lapping at the release that spills from your pussy.

He pulls away quickly, wasting no time as you come down, your chest heaving, heart beating wildly beneath your breast.

He settles over you again, the slide of his bare skin against yours heavenly. Your brain is still fuzzy with pleasure as he positions himself at your entrance, but you're coherent enough to notice that he isn’t talking, isn’t making eye contact. Usually you can’t get him to shut up, whether it’s about how good you feel or how much he missed you, begging you to look at him as he fucks into you.

“Poe,” you say, reaching for him, hands skimming his strong shoulders, the muscles flexing beneath your touch.

He still won’t look at you, his brow pinched in what you thought was concentration but now realize is something else. He grunt as he begins to push into you, your mouth falling open in a gasp as the length of him drags over one of your sweet spots. He pauses when he’s fully seated, his jaw clenched and you realize…he’s shaking.

What had he seen out there to make him act this way?

Concern breaks through the haze of lust as you slip your hands up his shoulders and neck, his movements stilling when you take his face in your hands. He pants, wild eyes glued to your neck as you patiently wait for him to gather his thoughts. When he does, you see his desire, yes, but also something unexpected: fear. Pain lances through your chest, eyes welling with tears as you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs.

It takes him a moment to give in, his eyelids fluttering as he practically melts into your touch. You pull him close, wrapping him in your arms and he happily buries his face in your shoulder, eyes still closed as he inhales your comforting scent. His forearms are braced on either side of your head as you hold him, fingers carding soothingly through his hair.

“Slow down, baby,” you tell him softly, nuzzling your nose against his ear. “You’re safe here, you’re home.”

His hands fist into the sheets at your words, arms pushing in closer to you, as if he’s trying to hug you back. You hold him as long as he needs you to, whispering comforting words, his cock still nestled inside you. When he’s ready, he pulls back to meet your eyes, the look in them guilty, pleading.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps, swallowing thickly as your thumb brushes his cheek once more. “This mission, it…it was rough.”

“I figured as much,” you say softly, nodding in understanding. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, sighing as his eyes rove your face. “Not yet.”

You smile, nodding again and pulling him into a gentle kiss. “Later then.”

His lips quirk slightly and he nods, leaning in to kiss you again. He still seems slightly desperate, but no longer frantic, kissing you deeply and slowly, his lips and tongue sliding languidly over yours.

When he starts to move again, it’s unhurried, his hips grinding into yours, his hand reaching down to pull one of your legs around his waist, pushing him even deeper inside until the tip of him bumps your cervix. Your cunt squeezes him and he breaks the kiss with a groan, his eyes glassy as he watches you writhe beneath him.

“So beautiful,” he slurs, sliding his hand up to cup your cheek.

You moan in response, skin heating a little, both from pleasure and from his words. He moves his thumb over your bottom lip, wordlessly asking you to part them. You do, sucking the digit inside, your tongue lapping at his fingertip. Poe’s movements stutter slightly, his throat bobbing as he watches you, damp curls falling across his forehead.

His pace increases a little and you know he’s close, his body shuddering over you. You reach for him as he pulls his thumb from your mouth, hand coming to rest against the base of your throat as he pushes into you again and again.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he pants, breath hitching as you clench around him. “You know that, right?”

You’re so close, so full—of him, of your love for him. You feel like you’re going to burst from it all.

“I know,” you breathe, smiling softly at him. “I love you too, flyboy.”

He leans in to press his forehead to yours, his labored breaths fanning against your lips as he thrusts, the pleasure rising higher and higher.

The hand on your neck clenches slightly and you whine, pussy fluttering around his length as you fall over the edge, pleasure surging through your veins. Poe groans, the sound of it broken, as he follows you a moment later, spilling his warmth deep inside. You’re still pulsing around him as he comes down and he can’t seem to stop the press of his hips, his softening cock pushing his spend even further into you.

He’s still inside when you come down, his gaze intent on your face as he cradles your head in his hands. When you lock eyes, he smiles, thumbs rubbing soothing circles at the base of your skull. You smile back, content to be in his embrace again, to have him be with you, be present. There’s still something there in his eyes, that fear, and you hope he’ll talk to you about it once he’s ready. Until then, you’ll settle for keeping him grounded and in the moment.

If you enjoyed this, please let me know! I appreciate every single reblog and/or comment. Thank you. 💖

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#poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fic #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron reader insert #poe dameron smut #my fic #wanksgiving #starwarsficnetwork #poevember

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lizardlicks · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar) Characters: Zuko, Sokka, Zuko's Crew (Avatar) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Spirits, Spirit Pacts, Cuddling & Snuggling, Snark, Loss of Virginity, Supernatural Elements, One Shot, no beta we die like jet Summary:

"Zuko recognized a shrine when he saw one, even if it was a construction he was unfamiliar with, and dedicated to no spirit that he knew the name of.

Dread. That's what that feeling was. Zuko now understood that the twisting, emptiness in his gut was his mortal mind knowing his own doom before his conscious thoughts could catch up to it. He was trespassing on grounds not meant for humans to walk."

Iroh never went with Zuko in his banishment. Left to tend his ship and crew alone, the men mutiny when Zuko forces them to sail into the bitter cold of the South Pole, and Zuko must find a way to survive on his own if he hopes to find the Avatar. Help comes in the from the spirits, but it comes with a cost.

Happy Wanksgiving, have some zukka smut.

#zuko #sokka #zukka #wolf spirit sokka #lizard writes stupid things #wanksgiving

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suzteel · 5 months

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Happy Wanksgiving! I was inspired by this post to write a little f/f Vegaspete (double!) drabble to celebrate. Enjoy!

Vegas grabs a fistful of Pete’s hair and yanks her up, her other hand gripping Pete’s chin and pulling her into a filthy kiss that has Pete whimpering deliciously into her mouth. Vegas grins into the kiss, then pulls away and slaps Pete hard across the cheek before tumbling her to the floor.

Pete, her perfect Pete, doesn’t even need to be told to get on her knees, scrambling immediately into a kneeling position beside the bed, her beautiful teary eyes focused on Vegas’s face, waiting patiently for her next order.

“Good girl.” Pete openly preens at the praise. She leans into Vegas’s touch as she caresses her reddening cheek. “Go pick out a dildo,” Vegas orders, giving Pete a little pat and gesturing to the toy chest on the other side of the room. Pete, ever the good girl, doesn’t even try to stand. Instead, she crawls awkwardly across the floor on her bound hands. Vegas watches her go, enjoying the sight of her delectable ass—bright red and already bruising from her earlier spanking—bouncing with the motion.

“Don’t be too greedy,” Vegas warns before reaching for the strap-on she had pulled out earlier—her largest. “It’ll be going down your throat later.”

#suz writes #vegaspete #kpts #tumblr fic #wanksgiving

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brighteyedbadwolf · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bleach (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abarai Renji/Kuchiki Rukia Characters: Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Rukia, Madarame Ikkaku, Ayasegawa Yumichika, Hisagi Shuuhei, Matsumoto Rangiku, Hitsugaya Toushirou Additional Tags: Makeup Sex, But first the angst, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Size Difference, Size Kink, First Time, You heard me, Body Worship, Piercings Summary:

Forty years. Forty fucking years.

#renji abarai #rukia kuchiki #renruki #wanksgiving

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illwynd · 5 months

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Here, have some fun dinner table reading! :D? :D?

#thorki #my fic #wanksgiving #breaking anonymity because any of y'all following me would figure it out anyway lol #after all my recent posts about it

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postalninja · 5 months

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Y'ALL

I don't know which one of you went and wrote me some H'aanberic smut for Wanksgiving, but I have never felt so seen and appreciated Thank you

#nice people being nice #i was so surprised and confused when the ao3 email came through #it was the first thing i saw this morning after my alarm woke me up and my brain could not compute what was happening #h'aanberic #wanksgiving #a surprise gift for meeeeeeee!

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sassaffrassa · 3 months

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ok i fuckin found this in my drafts so here goes, one and a half years late:

smubbles round up: wanksgiving (2022)

Iorveth/Vernon Roche

Pears (E, torture implements as sex toys) - “Don’t you trust me?”

Handlebars (E, facefucking) - What else are those big ears for?

Choke (E, strangulation, dubcon) - This is not how this is supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be here without backup, there weren’t supposed to be any fucking Squirrels, he’d thought he’d get some fucking privacy for once—

Tongue (T, body modification) - Hound, they say.

Like a Lady (E, crossdressing, dubcon) - Vernon Roche is supposed to be guarding his king up at the manor, not down with the smallfolk, which means—

Hold Still (E, predicament bondage) - give the fellow what he wants

Revolver (E, gunkink) - There’s a dustup down in one of Foltest’s warehouses, and Roche is the one to clean up after it. Then Iorveth finds him. The cad.

Foltest/Roche

Tied (M, bondage) - Vernon, dear, stop struggling.

Kiss (E, sex work) - Roche has been looking forward to this, but—

Fine Fabrics (E, semi-public sex) - A king’s self-control is never to be questioned

Geralt/Roche

Nice (E, 69ing) - Roche’s mouth is his nicest feature

Endure (M, flogging) - We open on the dungeons beneath La Valette castle

everyone else lol

Scalp (T, Geralt/Jaskier) - You know how a musician’s hands can be

Pinch (E, Yennefer/Jaskier) - He’s blind, deaf— utterly submerged under her.

Push (E, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer) - Yennefer is listening for any real sign of pain

Breathe (T, Yennefer/Geralt) - He knows the taste of her tongue.

A Scholar’s Hands (E, Ciri/Luliana OFC) - Luliana is very good with her hands, and Ciri is helpless for it

Blood (T, Geralt/Eskel, vampiric healing) - Just bite, wolf, you need it.

Flame (M, Vilgefortz/Rience) - Vilgefortz breathes slowly, steadily, and does not let the fire burn him.

Crystal (T, Iorveth/Geralt) - caves are cathedrals

Indolence (E, Iorveth/Geralt/Yennefer) - Yennefer deserves dinner and a show

Wildflowers (T, Iorveth) - There were no flowers in antiquity - Louise Gluck's "Hyacinth"

High Noon Over Vergen (G, cowboy au) - Geralt is just trying to do his damn job.

To The Sunrise (M, Eskel) - Something is watching Eskel through the trees.

#wanksgiving #my writing #smubbles #temerian trash can #witcher fanfic #witcher 2 #geralt of rivia #vernon roche #iorveth #foltest of temeria #jaskier #smubbles: wanksgiving #drabbles #this is not actually my most egregarious round #but it’s up there #wordy bitch disease #100 words at a time

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ricochetoconnell · 5 months

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House Cleaned ✅️

Thanksgiving Dinner Cooked ✅️

Smut Written ✅️

I did it! I finished a drabble for Wanksgiving! Thank you for the prompt @accidentallylita. Here y'all go:

Pairing: Ardeth/Rick/Evy

Rating: Explicit

#wanksgiving #wanksgiving 2023 #fan fic #my fic #ardeth/rick/evy #ardeth bay #rick o' connell #evelyn carnahan #ot3 #the mummy

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thisapplepielife · 5 months

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Happy Smutsgiving 2023!

It's based off of this post and the goal is to post a smutty drabble today, for any pairing.

So, under the cut are (3) 100 word, smutty, unrelated Steddie drabbles. Yeah, I did one. And then did two more just for fun.

They are all rated E, so explicit adult content is under the cut below.

Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

Steddie | Word Count: 100 | Rating: E | CW: Smoking | Tags: PWP, Blow Job

Steve takes a long drag off Eddie's cigarette, and watches Eddie's pupils blow wide, making his dark eyes even darker. Steve raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall, spreading his legs. Eddie sinks to his knees, unbuttoning Steve's jeans, tugging down the zipper.

Steve's so fucking hard, and when Eddie parts his lips around Steve's dick and strokes him with his tongue, Steve groans. He shoves one hand into Eddie's hair, while the other holds the cigarette to his mouth. Taking another drag, watching as Eddie can't tear his eyes away. His mouth full of cock, eyes full of love.

Ride

Steddie | Word Count: 100 | Rating: E | CW: Light BDSM | Tags: PWP, Grinding, Dominate Steve

Steve presses into Eddie, pushing him up against the side of the boat house. Wedging his knee between Eddie's legs, pressing upwards. Eddie squirms, but then presses back down against him. Steve can feel Eddie's cock, hard and heavy, against his thigh, even through two pairs of jeans.

"Ride me," Steve says, bracing his arm beside Eddie's head.

"Steve," Eddie whines, but he presses down, and out, grinding over and over against Steve's thigh.

"You'll come like this, or you won't come at all," Steve says, and reaches down, and yanks on Eddie's belt loop, pulling him closer.

Eddie comes.

Be Still

Steddie | Word Count: 100 | Rating: E | CW: Light BDSM, Bondage, Handcuffs, Blindfold | Tags: PWP, Anal Sex, Dominate Eddie, Bottom Steve

Steve strains against the handcuffs, pulling, tugging, arching his hips up off the bed. He can't see, but he can feel. And he feels Eddie pressing the head of his dick into Steve's prostate, over and over.

Slow, grinding and deliberate. It's torture. It's not enough.

It's way too much.

"Be still, or I'll stop," Eddie warns.

Steve whines, but lowers his hips back to the bed. Slowly.

Eddie presses his fingers into Steve's thighs, and Steve wants to see him. Touch him.

"Good, that's better," Eddie says.

Steve wants to be good. Better.

Wants to be everything for Eddie.

The first one was definitely inspired by Joe Keery smoking as Gator on Fargo, and this gift of gif that always keeps on giving:

Happy Smutsgiving! This was fun, and good break from my NaNo project.

#smutsgiving 2023 #steddie #steddie pwp #steve harrington #eddie munson #thisapplepielife: short fic #drabbles #steddie drabble #wanksgiving

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banannabethchase · 5 months

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Do Something Wicked to Me - also on AO3

Brandon accidentally gave Adam tentacles for a hand. Matt is more intrigued than he probably should be.

sighs The worst thing is I did this to myself, and it's my 100th Professional Wrestling fic! Wahoo! Bingo square N2: Tentacle fic, complete. Title from Moonlight Magic by Ashnikko. Happy Wanksgiving!!!

Yelling after Brandon is useless. They’re left here, panicking, and Matt doesn’t even know what to complain about first.

“What the eff,” Nick says, looking horrified. “You have an effing octopus hand.”

“Don’t be stupid, Nick,” Matt says, leaning in. “It’s not a…” He trails off as he looks closer. “God, those are weird.”

“Exactly,” Nick says. “Literal tentacles.”

“Not octopus, though,” Matt says. He frowns and wonders if he’s hallucinating or something. “They’re – different. And I thought the Barbie moment was creepy.”

Nick stands up and backs away. “I have no idea what’s happening here, but I’m going to go talk to Claudio. He’s the first person we know of to get the Malakai effect. Maybe he knows how to fix it.”

“Would have been great if Brandon had stayed here to fix it,” Adam calls after Nick, but it’s no use.

Other people start pouring into the café, and Matt shoves Adam’s tentacles – good lord – under his shirt sleeve.

“We need to get out of here before other people see,” Adam mutters. “I really don’t want anybody else to notice this…Thing on me.” He shakes his hand, and Matt almost has to giggle at the wet, slapping sound the tentacles make. “Oh my god!”

A tentacle pokes out and curls around, and suddenly Matt stares at Adam’s hand with the strangest boner of his life.

“It’s really hard to keep them under control,” Adam says, staring as the tentacles wiggle and squirm. “What the fuck is happening?”

“According to Nick, House of Black gave Claudio a magic dick, so…” Matt trails off. “I think the House of Black are trying to kill us, aren’t they?”

“Kill us?” Adam asks, holding up his tentacle hand. The two of them finally find their way into the EVP room in hopes that nobody would see the monstrosity growing out of the sleeve of Adam’s shirt. “This feels more like a distraction than a murder.” He wiggles the tentacles and the undulation is…intriguing. “What?” Adam asks stopping the tentacles from moving. “They freak you out?”

Matt tries to maintain a neutral expression, like he doesn’t care, but he fails. Adam gets a grin on his lips, one that usually promises a particular interesting night for Matt. It only makes it harder to keep a straight face.

Matt shakes his head, biting his lip as he starts to smile. “Nope,” he says, sitting across Adam’s lap. “Definitely not scared.”

Adam tilts his head to the side. “Seriously.”

Matt nods. “Look, you get access to weird porn on planes, okay?”

“Sorry, you’ve seen tentacle porn?” Adam asks. He tickles the tentacles on Matt’s face, and it sends a thrill of heat through Matt’s body. “You thinkin’ about them inside you?”

Matt feels himself burning pink. “Never used to,” he mutters. “Not until – not until they’re yours.”

He thinks he can see Adam’s eyes darken. “Oh, they’re okay when they’re mine?” He murmurs. Matt shivers again as the tentacles slide down Matt’s neck and into his hair. “That’s all they gotta be?”

Matt nods, trying to decide if he wants to get closer to or farther from the tentacles. He leans into them, on impulse, and sighs.

“This is so surreal,” Adam says, eyes on where the tentacles play with the hem of Matt’s shirt. “I know they’re my hand, because they’re part of me,” he adds, almost more to himself, “but they’re so different.”

Matt turns his head and presses a kiss to the side of the tentacle. He almost laughs – it feels squishy but lithe under his lips, intentional and solid. “This is so weird.”

“It is,” Adam says, sounding almost reverent. “Like – I know you’re kissing a part of me.” Matt does it again, and he can feel Adam watching him. “I know it. But, looking at it.” Matt leans in and kisses Adam’s tentacle again. “It’s so fuckin’ weird.”

Matt licks his lips. “Can I try something?”

“Go for it,” Adam says, a little breathless.

Matt leans in and takes the tentacle in his mouth. He locks eyes on Adam.

“Oh, my god,” Adam says slowly. “That feels so different from – fingers, I can feel your mouth, Matt.” He rolls his shoulders. “Not like when you suck my dick, but close.” He exhales slowly, and Matt swirls his tongue around the tip of the tentacle. They’re smooth with little sticky suckers on the bottom that only seem to truly stick when Adam makes them. Matt grins around it.

“Yeah?” Matt asks. “I have an idea. Hold on.” He leans in and tries to take the tentacle down his throat, but it doesn’t work. He tries again, mouth and tongue working, but the tentacle is too soft. “Alright, well. We’ll have to stick to me shoving your dick down my throat, I guess.”

Adam laughs, but it’s tight in the back of his throat. Matt knows what that means. “Yeah,” Adam manages. He licks his lips. “Get over here.”

“First, I have to – hold on.” Matt almost fall off the couch as he reaches for his bag.

“Yeah,” Adam says. He reaches out his human hand to grab the lube and makes a weird little face. “This is gonna be weird.”

“I’m good with weird,” Matt says. He throws his legs over Adam’s hips and leans in, kissing him like he means it. “What are you thinking, weird wise?” Matt has what he wants it to be, but he won’t push. “I’ve said weird more in the past few minutes than I have in the past few months.”

Adam grins. “I figured,” he says slowly, “that I could, um.” He trails the tentacles across the top of Matt’s pants waistband.

“You want to – I guess finger me is the wrong word, since they’re tentacles. Tentacle me?” Matt frowns. “You know what? Forget talking. Get in me and let’s see how this goes.”

Adam beams at him, and the two of them get their clothes off in record time.

“Hold on,” Matt says, standing up. He checks to lock the door. “Couldn’t risk somebody walking in.”

“Look at you, being responsible or whatever the fuck,” Adam sighs. “Come on. I have an idea. Lay down.”

Matt flops on his back on the couch and looks up at Adam, who is staring down at him. “Uh. Adam?”

“Right,” Adam says, shaking his head. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Matt laughs. Adam throws one of Matt’s legs over the arm of the couch and angles him so the other dangles to the floor. It feels exposed, open, and Matt is all about it.

“Come on,” Matt says, and it’s getting difficult to ignore how hard he is.

Adam dances the tentacles down Matt’s abs, to his hips, to the insides of his thighs. With a raise of eyebrows, Adam silently asks permission, and Matt nods emphatically.

Two tentacles curl around Matt’s cock, and it’s enough to make him squeak.

“You good?” Adam asks.

Matt nods. “They’re, god, I’m saying it again, weird. Like, they’re not dicks, but that’s the only comparison I have.” He rolls his hips up, the suckers on the tentacles gripping his dick. “Oh, this is so – I don’t even know the words.”

“Good, though?” Adam asks, dribbling lube on the tentacles.

Matt nods. “Great.”

The tentacles leave his cock, which is less than ideal, but suddenly Adam is probing at the rim of his hole and he’s back on board.

“Go,” Matt hisses. “Please, I need to – please?”

“I will,” Adam promises. “I just have to figure out – okay!” The tip of the tentacle slips into Matt. “Hey, it worked!”

Matt’s too busy losing his mind to answer. Something about the way the tentacle moves is the exact kind of pressure he craves.

“Keep going,” Matt pants. “Oh my – Adam, I can’t even explain how this feels.”

Adam nods and slides the tentacle in further. There’s less resistance than he’d get with a finger or a dick, but the tentacle wiggles and thickens and –

“God, that was fun to hear,” Adam laughs. “Moan like that much more and other people will hear us.”

“Don’t care,” Matt says. He’s panting. “Do – more. Keep doing that thickening thing. Strange but good.”

“Oh, something stranger than getting my tentacles in you?” Adam asks, but he does something with the tentacle that makes Matt’s eyes roll. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?”

Matt nods, his eyes squeezed shut. “They – they change size. They get thicker.”

“Yeah,” Adam says, and he slips in another tentacle next to the first one. “I know.”

Matt writhes. Adam’s fingers have always fit him perfectly, filled him almost as good as Adam’s cock, but this is incredible. The tentacles swell and pull as Adam fucks two gently, like he’s trying to be careful.

“Good?” Adam asks, and Matt opens his eyes to see Adam looking down, almost concerned.

“This is the coolest thing – oh!” Matt bucks away from the feeling but chases it back almost immediately. “Oh, right there.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. He flexes a tentacle and it undulates over and over again against Matt’s prostate, sending wave after wave of intensity through his body. “Fuck, baby, you look so good. Does it feel great?”

“B-better than great,” Matt whimpers. “Don’t stop, please, I’m almost –” But he comes, pulsing shifts inside of his body along with the tentacle as his orgasm comes dry. He’s still achingly hard, but now the tentacle feels like it’s pressing on an open nerve as it wiggles.

“Adam,” he pleads, and he feels empty for a moment when Adam takes out his tentacle hand. Adam kisses Matt as he gains his breath back. “God, that – I –” He takes a shuddering breath as Adam pulls back. His tentacle hand is still, but Matt just wants it back in him. “The whole thing.”

“What?” Adam asks, blinking.

“I wanna – all of them,” Matt begs. “Please, I want to try.”

Adam looks at his hand, then at Matt, then back at his hand. “Are you sure?”

Matt nods. “I want –” The words get stuck in his throat, but Matt makes himself say it. “I want you to stuff me full of them.”

Adam exhales so long that Matt begins to wonder if he went too far. “Well, shit, baby,” Adam finally says, sounding a little breathless. “You want me to fill you up, all you gotta do is ask.”

Matt moves so he’s bent over the arm of the chair. “You want my whole, uh, hand?” Adam asks. “Wait. That’s – not quite right.”

Matt giggles. “First time with tentacle dirty talk?”

“Fuck off,” Adam laughs, “you know it is.” He clears his throat. “You want all five of my tentacles in your ass?” he asks, voice lower than Matt’s used to. “You want me to fuck you with all of ‘em at once?”

“Yeah,” Matt says. He wiggles his ass, trying to get the focus back where he wants it. “All of them at once.”

Adam uses his human hand to grip Matt’s hip, then slides a tentacle inside of Matt. He blushes a little with how easy it was, how quickly the tentacle slid inside him. “Good?” Adam murmurs.

“Yeah,” Matt says. “You – you can go for another one.”

“Yeah, I already know you can take two,” Adam says. Matt feels the second tentacle move in beside the first, pulsing against each other to stretch him. He hums, rolling his hips so the tips of the tentacles explore inside of him.

“More,” Matt says. “Come on, I know I can take them.”

“Of course you can,” Adam says, but it sounds almost pandering. Matt whines as the third tentacle makes its way inside him. “Wish you could see, Matt. This is wild.”

“Yeah?” Matt says. He exhales a couple times to encourage the tentacles higher. He almost loses his balance when they start thrusting. “Holy – Adam, what are you doing?”

“That working for you?” Adam asks. “I figured out how to move them differently. It’s super different without bones.” He dances the tip of another tentacle around the rim of Matt’s hole. “Want another one?”

“Yes,” Matt hisses, and he almost doesn’t notice it slip inside of him as the other tentacles continue fucking him.

“Jesus.” Adam sounds impressed, almost, and Matt could be smug about it, if he tried. “I – you sure you can take the last one?”

“Yes, Adam, they’re tentacles,” Matt says, and realizes it’s the most bizarre sentence he’s ever said. “Plus, I’m pretty sure your cock is bigger than all of them combined.”

Adam laughs. “That’s both sweet and objectively wrong.” He leans down to kiss Matt’s back at the base of his spine, then slowly, so effing slowly, works the fifth tentacle in. They are so much more interesting than fingers, is what Matt’s realizing. They’re all the same length and sprout from the same general area, so it really is like a devastatingly thick dick inside him with multiple moving parts. He exhales so slowly he thinks time will stop by the time he’s done, but then he rolls his hips and – and he’s ascending to a different plane.

“All of your – your whole hand – the tentacles.” Matt can’t figure out what he’s trying to say, couldn’t tell anybody if they asked him, but he moves just enough to feel the tentacles undulate. He whines, slumping over the couch. “Adam,” he whimpers. “Oh, please f-fuck me.”

“With – the tentacles?” Adam asks. He moves the tentacles in a thrusting motion that almost sends Matt into tears. “Jesus, not used to you cursing. This must be good.”

“Anything,” Matt says, “god, anything, just do it.” He doesn’t even have the frame of mind to think about what he’s asking for, just grips the couch cushions and pushes back.

“Got an idea,” Adam mutters. “Matt, I’m gonna take them out, for just a second, okay?”

“Okay,” Matt pants. He makes a strange, pained noise he’s not familiar with from the back of his throat when he finds himself empty and clenching on nothing. Then a familiar cock nudges at him and slides in.

“Huh,” he muses. “Okay.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” Adam grumbles. “I have a –”

They both gasp at the same time. Adam’s snaked a tentacle inside of Matt next to his cock, then curled two around to wrap around Matt’s dick.

“Oh!” Matt squeaks. “Oh, Adam, okay.” He rocks between the two mind-numbing sensations. “This is – I’m going to –”

“Same here, baby,” Adam grunts, and Matt can feel that he’s being careful, that he’s taking his time.

“I – I want to,” Matt says, and he can’t say anything else before he comes harder than he has before in his life, streaking the locker room couch and making a giant mess. He clenches down on the tentacle and Adam’s dick and feels Adam fill him with come, and the feeling of being claimed is stronger in this moment than it ever has been before. The tentacle strokes at the inside of him as Adam pulls out, curls around his hole until he’s so oversensitive he’s about to cry.

Adam slumps over Matt’s back, and Matt feels almost miserable at the emptiness. But the power of an orgasm so good his mind melted overtakes the negativity. “Oh, my god,” Adam murmurs into Matt’s back.

“That,” Matt says, “that was incredible. I can’t think. I’m brain dead.” He falls onto his stomach on the couch, not even caring that he’s laying in a pool of his own come, with Adam splayed across his back. “Can we keep the tentacles?”

Adam snorts. “Babe, I can guarantee, this is a one time thing. I’m getting rid of these things as soon as possible.”

Matt sighs. “I guess, but it won’t be the same.” He shuffles, ignoring the mess. “I might have to add something to my Christmas wish list.”

“I bet you will,” Adam says. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.” He reaches out a hand and Matt takes it, letting Adam pull him to standing. “Oh, that couch is toast.”

Matt wrinkles his noise. “Oops.”

“We’ll hit it with some soap or something,” Adam decides. “Or just, like, flip the cushions.”

“Both could work,” Matt decides.

They shower quickly as they can with three quarters of the hands they usually have. Matt giggles as Adam keeps dropping things in the tentacle hand.

“You’re being a dick, you know that?” Adam says, curling some of the tentacles around the back of Matt’s neck. Matt shivers. “I may be permanently disfigured because of Brandon, and you’re laughing at me.”

Matt shrugs. “I’ll panic when we know there’s something to panic about. There’s every chance we’re dreaming and I’m gonna wake up with a brand new kink I’ll make you participate in.”

Adam kisses his forehead. “You should know by now that I go for pretty much anything you want to try at least once.”

Matt flashes back to the box full of their toys in their closet. “Yeah, you have a point there.”

When they’ve finally gotten themselves and the cushion presentably clean, Matt texts Brandon to demand some sort of explanation.

“Nothing,” Matt says, frowning. “You think Brandon’s okay?”

His own concern is mirrored on Adam’s face. “If he’s messing with the House of Black? No way.”

The two of them watch as Adam’s tentacles flex and wiggle. Based on Adam’s expression, he’s not making them do that.

“Yeah, I need this gone,” Adam decides. “We need to find Brandon.”

Matt would find it funny how Adam has to keep yanking his sleeves down over his tentacle hand as they run into people repeatedly in the venue, if it wasn’t so nerve wracking. He’s relatively impressed with how Adam’s keeping it together. He, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about how he would want to keep those tentacles around if they weren’t so inconvenient.

They make their way down the hallways of the venue, trying to remember the direction they’ve come from. Matt texts Brandon again with no response.

“He should show himself or at least text back soon,” Matt says. “What are we going to do, throw open every door until we find him? He shouldn’t have even run away from us.” He starts getting annoyed again. “Who does he think he is, turning me into a Barbie and turning your hand into a tentacle?” He’s about to really get going when someone turns the other corner.

“Brandon!” Matt yells.

“Oh, good,” Brandon says, rolling his eyes. “Matt’s here, too.”

“You turned him into tentacle boy,” Matt says. “Fix him.”

“I can’t –”

“Then take us to someone who can!”

“I did not have control over what kinds of tentacles I accidentally cursed him with!” Brandon yells. “I just went for the first tentacles I thought about!”

“Hold on,” Adam says, holding up his normal hand, then showing Brandon the wiggling mass of tentacles that are decidedly not octopus. “Are you telling me the only tentacles you’ve seen are in porn?!”

Brandon turns red. “Look, that’s not – I just don’t think of octopus tentacles, or jellyfish.” He stomps on the floor. “Let me take you to locker room five. Malakai’s in there. I think he can help. But you have to knock first.”

“He sure as effing hell better be able to help,” Matt continues, storming down the hallway. “Adam’s hand got all effed up – ”

“I think the word is transmogrified,” Adam interrupts.

“By magic,” Matt says like Adam didn’t speak, folding his arms over his chest, “that we didn’t even know existed, and we should just be polite and knock? No. No way.”

“You have to knock!” Brandon says, chasing after them. Matt hopes he trips. “They’re trying to fix all of this, but losing magic like that is apparently, like a really big deal. Malakai was all possessed by this creepy static guy. He seemed pretty pissed. ”

“Is he gonna get in trouble?” Adam asks. He flexes the human hand again. Matt suddenly wonders if, when they fix it, the human hand will keep the touch memory of everything the tentacles did. He blushes. “He should. He let his minions or whatever use magic on people who didn’t consent to it.”

“Don’t – you really don’t want to mess with this stuff,” Brandon pleads, but now Matt’s curious. “Knock before you open.”

“Come on, Brandon,” he says, rolling his eyes. “It can’t be that bad.” Matt yanks open the door and is immediately struck with bright. “What the hell?”

“Oh, no,” Brandon moans.

The brightness, colors and light Matt can’t quite understand, soars out around them and knocks the three of them to the floor.

The man pulls himself up on the floor, tugging at the ends of his hair. A least, he thinks he’s a man. He looks around, down at the handsome guy at his feet, with curly blonde hair and pretty eyes.

“Hi,” he says, fluttering his lashes down. “What’s your name?”

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Bonus points to anyone who catches the Calvin and Hobbes reference :)

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