White Mustang

White Mustang

Featuring - Mammon x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Car/drunk sex, Oral Sex F!Receiving, Biting, Slightly Possessive Mammon, Overstimulation

Rating - Explicit

Song choice - White Mustang (Lana Del Rey)

A/N - I’m literally so excited I couldn’t help myself, I hope you all enjoy the first installment of my Kinktober Listing, the next will be posted October 3rd!

Deep Indigo night always enveloped the Devildom sky, city-lights and twinkling stars illuminating the streets beautifully. Mammon’s free-hand rested on your thigh as you gazed out of the passenger-seat window.

Car rides like this were always enjoyable with him, 90’s R&B softly playing from the radio, the finest whiskey the Devildom had to offer, and the scent of his cologne flowing through the air; leather, smooth amber, and vanilla liqueur—a scent you grew to love.

City-lights grew dull as he turned and parked into an empty lot, flashing city-lights being replaced with the outdoor post lights that gently illuminated the dark parking lot.

The sight of Mammon being softly highlighted by the dim post lights, he looked beautiful—arguably more than the Devildom night.

‘Want another?’ his words cut through the silence as he offered you another glass of whiskey, a simple nod was all he needed to grab your glass and pour you another one.

—

Your thoughts were a drunken haze as Mammon tore through your clothes from the backseat, kneeling between your thighs as your legs rested over his shoulders. Peppering soft greedy kisses along the inside of your plush thighs, tearing faint cries from you as he worked his way towards your heat.

Mammon paused before staring up at you through deep hooded eyes laced with greed, waiting for a silent confirmation—the light nod you gave was all he needed before biting and sucking a hickey into your inner thigh, kissing over the bruise and placing another on the opposing thigh. Relishing every pleasured gasp you let out as he sloppily marked your body as his.

“Mine, all mine..” he murmured between sloppy kisses and rough bites, his words ringing in your ears as he finally met your heat.

“All yours, Baby, all yours.” you reassured, reaching down to stroke his snowy locks from between your thighs—tightening your grip and pulling him closer as he licked a greedily line along the length of your cunt, softly groaning at the taste of your slick.

Mammon didn’t waste any time, spreading your folds and dipping his tongue into your heat, kneading soft circles into your thigh as he kept it from closing in on him, letting out faint curses at the feeling of you scratching and tugging at his scalp.

Your head buzzed from the overstimulation; the vibrations of his voice leading from your cunt to your core, his nose nudging and teasing your sensitive clit, the sound of his greedy slurping and your high-pitched moans, that daunting knot in your lower stomach threatening to snap—it was all too much for your drunken mind.

Your quivering legs and screams of utter pleasure were all tell-tale signs Mammon knew all too well of, “C’mon, Treasure, ruin yourself for me.” His voice was low as he replaced his tongue with two of his slender fingers.

You could feel that devilish smirk he always wore as he directed his pointed tongue towards your aching clit, flicking the sensitive bud as he urged you to cum.

Your voice was a coarse high-pitched moan of his name as you came, giving his chin and car seats a pearly coating of your cum and his saliva.

“That’s my girl”, he looked up to meet your glossy half-lidded eyes, giving your quivering thighs a gentle squeeze before returning his greedy tongue to your overly sensitive cunt, cleaning up the sweet mess he made of you.

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It’s officially 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂tober and I’m both excited, scared, and a tad bit stressed since this is my first time participating (plus I hopped on the bandwagon late)

when he had to hide his feelings after the war

My apologies to anyone who submitted requests prior to Kinktober, trust and believe they will be fulfilled either afterwards or during the event 🤞🏾

Now i realise, at the merry old age of 24, why Kakashi read smut all day everyday everywhere. If i had to be in charge of three absurdly powerful teenagers, two of them filled to the brim with homoerotic tension, in a murder village where people would frequently try to murder me, along with the burden of that absurdly traumatic backstory And being one of only adults given the freedom to slay, i too would consume brain numbing amount of smut. Not that i do't do that everyday but yeah.

Kakashi, you are so valid.

Lust For Life

Featuring - Jiraiya x Fem!Reader

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - One Night Stand, Oral (F!Receiving, Soft Teasing

Song Choice - Lust for Life (Lana Del Rey)

Quick hookups were never your thing, as if they were anyone’s.

You hated the shitty motels, the multiple orgasms you had to fake just to satisfy your temporary partners lustful needs, and most of all how they always left you feeling used and belittled afterwards.

The only reason you agreed to this one being his mastered art of persuasion, although, his looks did catch your attention.

Tall, Muscular figure, wild, white hair, red markings extending down from his eyes—he was far from ugly, attractive-even for a man who appeared to be in his 50’s.

But it wasn’t his looks that lead you to where you were now, it was that damned, silver tongue of his. The way he knew exactly what to say and when to say it, almost as if he could read your every thought just by a facial expression or the smallest change body language.

He frequented your go-to bar, starting conversation, buying a few rounds of drinks, and always ending the night with the same question of “How about I take you out, somewhere with more privacy?”, which you always denied.

It wasn’t a surprise that he wanted a quick fuck, but what did surprise you was his reaction—always laughing your denial off before saying “there’s always time to change your mind, Doll”

With him you weren’t met with the same ego-bruised assholes who insulted you whenever you denied them a chance, instead you were still given the same kindness you were greeted with.

That’s what made you cave into his perverted advances, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t more than pleased about decision.

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Silk sheets stuck to your back as your head fell to the pillow, hands gripping and tangling themselves into the sheets as you abruptly caught your breath.

You swore you could saw stars whenever he flicked his tongue against your sensitive bud.

His eyes never left your face as he ate you out, eyes analyzing your expression for any hint of discomfort only to be met with your clouded look of arousal. You could feel that devilish smirk against your heat as he tore out a strangled moan from you—vibrations falling from his lips and going straight to your core as he teased you.

“All talk, huh? You’re more sensitive than I thought.” His voice low as he spoke, almost as if he did it with the intention of having you needingly grind against his face at the tremor his words sent throughout your body.

The heat building in your lower stomach kindled from his words, your upcoming orgasm inching itself closer as he worked his skillful tongue on your cunt.

As much as you’d hate to admit, you needed him; the man you’ve been denying for weeks presented you with the best oral you’ve had in years.

He read you like a book, he knew exactly where to flick, where to lick, what to say to feel you clench around his fingers with a whiny moan—he played you like the sweetest song known to man and it made you regret not agreeing to his advances sooner.

Your thighs quivered in his grasp as you came, tears stippled the inner corner of your eyes as they forcefully shut; it wasn’t the first of tonight nor would it have been the last, but god you knew it would’ve been the hardest.

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