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Kinktober Day 2- Anal Sex

warnings: AFAB!reader, anal sex, mentions of anal toys, rimming, slight authority kink, mentions of unprotected sex

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Everyone knows that Jake Seresin is an ass man. He’s not subtle about it in the slightest. Every time someone with a nice ass walks by, you can guarantee his eyes are on it. Luckily for you, he has deemed your ass nice enough to fuck, and that’s just what he does.

He loves to bend you over so he can look at it while he fucks you. He gropes, grabs, and digs his nails into it like he just can’t get enough. Tonight, however, he wants something different.

“You want to fuck my ass?”

“That’s right.”

“Like… you want to do anal?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“As a heart attack, honey.”

He has you pinned against the kitchen counter, his knee slotted between your thighs to keep you trapped. You look up at him, the devious smirk on his handsome face filling you with equal parts desire and fear. Fear of how he’s going to break you this time.

“Think about it. No rush,” he says before backing away. You don’t need to think about it.

“I want to.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Right now.”

Jake grins and bites his lip. “Go get ready then, sweetness.”

You shower quickly, cleaning up and getting yourself ready for tonight’s activities. While you prepare, Jake sets out everything you need. Lube, condoms, a towel, and a plug from your little collection of toys just in case you want it.

When you come out of the bathroom, your skin is damp and you’re fresh faced, just how Jake likes you. He looks up at you from the bed and grins, and it widens when you drop your towel and make your way over to him.

“Well hello, gorgeous.”

“Hey, yourself.”

“All ready for me?” You nod. “Good.”

He helps you lay down on your stomach, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Once you’re comfortable, he grabs ahold of your cheeks and spreads them apart, letting out a groan when he sees both of your holes.

He can’t stop himself from lowering his head and dragging his tongue through your wetness, up to your tight, puckered hole. You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation, which makes him chuckle.

It’s not that you’ve never had anything in there before. He occasionally puts a finger or two in during sex, and you’ve used small toys, but you’ve never gone all the way. Jake’s delighted to be your first.

Jake opens you up with his tongue and fingers, going quickly out of desperation, but not so much so that he’d hurt you. He can be such a sweetheart sometimes.

“Ready for my cock, honey?” he asks, voice thick with desire behind you.

“Yes, sir,” you say, sounding so submissive with your airy voice and you know it drives him crazy.

He stands, and you can hear the click of the bottle of lube as he slicks his cock. Jake slaps his head against your hole a few times, letting you hear how wet he’s gotten you before he pushes the tip in.

The tip itself is a stretch, and it almost hurts as you tremble slightly. You whine, and he laughs at you.

“Come on, sweetheart, it’s not much bigger than those plugs you take. You can do it.”

After a few moments, Jake pushes in further. You can feel the slow drag of his cock inside you, and soon he’s deeper than you’ve ever had anything before. The burn has subsided, and you don’t even realize that you’re rocking your hips back against him.

“Greedy slut.”

Jake grips your hips to stop your movements and starts his own thrusts. They’re shallow and slow at first, but they quickly get faster and deeper as your tight hole works over his cock.

“Goddamn, baby, you’re tight as hell,” he groans in your ear, having leaned over your back to hit a new angle.

“Fuck, Jake, you’re so deep,” you whine, because there’s nothing that gets your boyfriend to fuck you hard like a little ego stroking.

Jake reaches around your body and finds your clit with ease. He rubs rough circles over it, pressing hard to match his deep thrusts. Luckily he has the stamina to keep up, because the position he finds himself in is difficult to hold.

You’re discovering that you don’t last as long when getting your ass fucked, because pretty soon your toes are curling and you’re grabbing Jake’s wrist, pushing him harder against your clit.

“Gonna cum,” you choke out, and the only response you get from Jake is a growl in your ear.

Your entire body tenses, then releases from your orgasm. You feel so hot all over that you don’t feel Jake’s hot cum filling up the condom.

He collapses, laying over your back and you’re thankful that you were already pressed into the mattress.

“Next time,” he pants, “I’m cumming inside that ass.”

Enjoy, daddy

Pairing: Daddy!Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x wife!reader

Summary: Cyclone receives an unexpected visit while at work.

Warnings: the sexiest daddy, short one

Beau ran his palms over his face, rubbing his eyes. These last few months had been particularly grueling since the birth of your son. With the work during the day and the nights marked by little Luke's awakenings, a permanent state of fatigue had set in with him as with you. He took his steaming cup of coffee on his desk then drank a sip while sinking in his armchair, his glance slipping on one of the photographs on his desk which had been taken a few days after the birth of your progeny and a soft smile stretched his lips.

He was about to get back to work when his attention was drawn to a knock on the door, which opened directly after that. The only person who could afford to enter his office without his permission, because he let it happen, was you.

First he had the stroller in his sights and then you, a far too cheerful look on your face. You never came on the base unless there was a problem, and from the look you had, that wasn't the case.

"Hey, there's my two prides. What are you doing here, is something wrong?"

He stood up and came to meet you, putting an arm around your waist while placing a kiss on your temple.

"Everything is fine, I was out for a walk with baby Cyclone when we thought you'd like it if we came to say hello at work."

He smiled and leaned over the stroller to pick Luke up, wiggling around as he saw his father's face. Holding him with one arm around his small waist and the other hand behind his head he kissed him on the forehead to which Luke responded with a chirp.

"It's a little far from home for a walk."

"It's good to get a change of scenery once in a while." You say passing the back of your hand over the little one's rosy cheek. But Beau was far from stupid, he had a very good intuition, a very very good intuition, you weren't there for a simple courtesy visit and he became sure of it when he saw the changing bag under the stroller, way too big for a simple walk.

"Honey..." He started to say suddenly realizing but you didn't give him time to continue, cutting him off.

"The diaper has been changed, the last bottle was an hour ago, there are three more in the bag just in case and everything you need to change him. You'll manage, you're the greatest daddy ever. I love you, enjoy daddy!" Sneakily kissing him you rushed out of the office to run down the hallway. With a stunned look on his face he tried to stammer something, some kind of protest as he followed you but when he came out of the office you already had left the hallway. He glanced around, no one, not a sound except the chirping of your son still in his arms on whom he returned his attention without knowing what to say. Father and son looked into each other's eyes and while Beau looked totally lost in what had just happened, Luke's attitude contrasted with his own, a big smile on his cute face, fidgeting in his father's arms, drooling on his shoulder. As he walked back into his office realizing that you had abandoned him the baby for the day, a laugh echoed through the hallway, a sigh of relief escaped his lips, knowing that laugh all too well. He then poked his head through the door and saw you appear at the corner, laughing out loud with one hand on your abdomen and the other over your mouth trying to cover the laughter.

"Hilarious, really hilarious." He says with a smirk, unable to blame you for a second.

"You should have seen the look on your face, would you have panicked at the thought of being alone all day with your son Vice Admiral?"

He gently shook his head in amusement and bent down to put the baby back in his baby carriage, wrapping him in his little blanket, then straightened up to face you, pulling you to him, putting his arms around your waist.

"I'd rather be alone with you, you deserve a little correction." He purrs in your ear before placing a kiss on your neck.

"If you arrange to come home early I think I can give you a moment once Luke is in bed."

"I'll be home by 7 p.m., be ready."

Punishment

Pairing: Ron "Slider" Kerner x f!reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: She's trying to punish him for not having told her something, he's gonna punish her for her attitude.

Warnings: MINOR DNI, daddy kink, oral sex receiving for him, spanking, dominant - submissive, me being a simp for Slider? I plead guilty your honor.

Plunged in her book she didn’t raise her eyes when the mattress sagged next to her and that an arm came to slip on her belly followed by a brown head, one of her hands which held the book came to slip in his hair.

"Hey you, how was your day?"

"I missed you." Ron replied in a muffled sound against her shirt. "Did you already take a shower?" He asked hoping that it wasn't the case.

"I did." He grumbled and straightened his head just to look at her over her book. "You could have waited for me."

She looked up at him over the book.

"You're a big boy, since when do you need me to take a shower?"

His mischievous look and smirk gave her the answer to her question, making her roll her eyes.

"Someone's horny tonight." She muttered, returning her attention to her reading.

"Always when I see you." He lowered the book and dove toward her to crush his lips on hers, which made her laugh and she pushed him away without really any great conviction.

"You stink Slider."

"Okay okay, I leave, but don't get too comfortable, I'm not finished with you yet." 

The bed creaked when he got up to go to the bathroom and she looked up, biting her lip and wondering if the bed would need to be changed once again. The previous one hadn't withstood the daily and perhaps too energetic exercises of the couple, this one already announcing signs of weakness.  When Ron came out of the bathroom with a simple towel around his waist, she barely looked up from her book to devour him discreetly with her eyes. God he was beautifully cut, when he reached over the dresser to leave his watch there, a sudden wave of heat went up in her at the sight of his muscular forearm and his biceps sticking out. Clearly his muscular arms had always had a great effect on her.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked with a teasing tone.

Her eyes quickly returned to the page of her book, a hint of red coloring her cheeks, busted like a young teenager ogling the muscular high school

apollo.

"Don't dare to climb on the bed while you're still wet."

"Oh princess, there is someone else who's getting to be wet."

She rolled her eyes and threw her book at him, which he avoided with a laugh.

"I'm still mad at you Ron. Give me that book." She said raising her hand to him so he gives her the book she just has thrown.

"Oh you're showing it perfectly well." He laughed ironically, leaning over to get the book and move forward to her. "I said I was sorry."

"Don't care, you wouldn't have to apologize if you told me."

"Are you gonna be mad at me forever?"

"You should have told me what happened, you could have died out there!"

"And I'm alive! And I can show you how much I am by the way. 

"Ron."

"Baby."

"Give me that book."

"Please?"

"Please Ron give me that damn book." He was about to give it to her and when she was about to take it, pulled it away with a smile.

"Say it. You know how to correctly ask for something princess."

"You're really cheeky to pushing further that direction right now."

He leaned toward her, "Say it." he added in a breath.

She looked into his eyes, which she tried to be as hard as possible, and added in a dry tone, "Fine."

"I'm waiting darling."  The glint of mischief that constantly animated his gaze when he was with her shone in his eyes, he enjoyed pushing her to her limits.

"Daddy please, give me that book." 

"No princess, that's still sounds like an order. You know I can't accept that."

Her chest heaved with a deep breath, was she upset or was this having the desired effect?

"Daddy please, could you give me that book?"

"I rather prefer that tone." He then gave her the book which she took, less curtly than she would have liked, with a few words he had managed to make pudding out of her. Now he could have done whatever he wanted with her but she wouldn’t flinch. She had been scared to death by what had happened on his mission in the Pacific after his graduation. He could have died out there, and that event made her realize that he was going to put his life in constant danger. She would never have a peaceful mind when he would be left. But that wasn't what made her angry, it was the fact that he hadn't told her and that she had found out by chance, by talking to Wolfman and Hollywood's girlfriends. Even so, her anxiety had gotten the better of her anger and she couldn't give him what he deserved as well as she would have liked. She now needed most of all to feel him close to her, to have him hold her and reassure her that he was there, that he was okay, and to make love to her as if it had been the last time. She was incapable of being angry with him. Which he knew very well and was taking advantage of it.

"You should deserve to be on your knees for that attitude young lady."

"Yeah count on that." She mumbled before opening the book where she had left it and take back her reading.

"I really don't like that attitude of yours tonight princess."

"Ron, shut up, I'm trying to read, which is by the way far more interesting than you."

A growl sounded in the pilot's chest and without waiting any longer he snatched the book from her hands before tossing it to the other side of the bed.

"Hey!" She exclaimed in a protest.

"On your knees."

"Or what?" She replied challenging him.

"Don't make me say it twice."

"I'm not in a mood to play Ron." She said standing up from the bed determinate not to give him the task easy and to retrieve her book. He stopped her by grabbing her forearm and squeezing it, not too hard so as not to hurt her but just enough to make her understand that he wasn't playing.

"I said, on your knees." Her heart sped up and she vainly tried to keep a straight and assertive posture, her head cool so as not to show him the effect he was having on her by acting this way. And then without knowing why, she burst out laughing, which took him by surprise, and he frowned. "I'm not sure you're in a good position to laugh. You are just making your case worse."

"That's enough Ron." Perturbed by her reaction he unconsciously loosened his grip around her arm and she took the opportunity to extract herself and leave the room after retrieving her book. He stood up and followed her up the stairs.

"You know your efforts to show you don't want that are futile, you crave for it."

She rolled her eyes as she made her way to the living room, if he wouldn't let her read in their room she would stay in the couch. Knowing full well that it was utopian since he wasn't going to leave her alone. He caught up with her and pressed his torso against her back, one hand on her arm along her body, the other on her stomach.

"Everything in you is screaming for that. It's been days you fight against it, you think it's part of your so-called punishment? But you're dying for me to take you and make you scream my name. We both know that, and everything in you is calling for me. The way you walk in front of me, making dance your hips, the way you bend over to pick something you probably let dropped on purpose, the way you laugh with others to make me jealous, you think I didn't see it?" His whisper in her ear and his breath in her neck woke up butterflies in her stomach and she bit her lower lip trying not to fall right at his feet. "Really babe? Letting your lace panties drawer open just for me to see it? It's childish, but you know how well it works. So now you're gonna obey like the good daddy's girl you are and beg for me to spare your tiny ass." He placed a kiss in her neck and smile feeling how warm her skin was. "Say you're gonna."

"I will." Her voice softened, shit, how fucking right he was.

"I need more than that princess."

"I will beg for daddy not to wreck me."

"But will I listen?"

"No."

"Why won't I?"

"Because I truly want you to wreck me." 

"But still, you know how much I love to hear you beg." She nodded. "Now what did I ask you?"

She then knelt and put her hands flat on her thighs as how he taught her to be. Still behind her he caressed her hair and lean over her to leave a kiss on the top of her head.

"You know you'll be rewarded if you obey. I don't want to be hard on you, but something you don't give me any other choice."

She let him speak without adding anything, had she wanted to punish him for hiding what had happened during the mission? Of course she had. Had it worked for even a fraction of a second? Absolutely not. Was she going to be reluctant at what he was about to do? No way, she wanted it too much for that. Ron came to place himself in front of her and she raised her eyes looking at him through her eyelashes, he showed a satisfied smile. Without him having to say anything, she undid the knot of the towel that he always had on his waist and this one fell on the ground revealing all his excitement. She held back a smile and took him in hand, a sigh crossed his lips when he felt her warm hand wrap around him. His glance anchored in hers while she gratified him slow back and forth making him shiver. One of his hands slipped into her hair that he grabbed and she approached the face to take him between her lips, caressing his sensitive foreskin of her lips which tore him a groan, he contracted his thighs when he slipped entirely into her mouth, feeling her tongue on his length. Tightening his grip on her hair he pushed further into her throat making her cough as he began to tap in. Her second hand went to his thigh to grab onto something as he fucked her throat with vigor making her almost choke on his member. Closing his eyes he tilt the head back filled with a feeling of plenitude, slowing down its movements of pelvis, she took advantage of it to breath again. Embedding her nails in the skin of his thigh, taking him down a grunt, she literally impaled her throat on his cock activating to make him come. When he was on the point to pour himself in her throat he pulled firmly on her hair to tilt her head backwards.

"What does daddy's girl then."

She swallowed his seed as he filled her mouth, feeling the warm liquid flow down her throat.

"Such a good girl." He caressed her cheek with his thumb before reaching out to her to straighten up, she took it and stood up welcoming a passionate and fiery kiss from Ron whose one hand slid between her loins, the other finding its way back to her hair. Head back she closed her eyes as he buried his face in her neck to lay kisses and nibble her skin before sliding down her shoulder.

"Ronnie.." She moaned.

“Yes love."

"Fuck me."

Brushing her ear with the tip of his lips, his chuckle echoed in her ear.

"Daddy please fuck me." She whimpered. 

"Put your hands on the wall." 

She turned around and put the palms of her hands on the wall facing her and knowing what he was about to do, bend over a bit, while he took off her pants and her panties. Before she could say something, she felt his hand smashed on her butt, biting her lips trying not to escape a moan. She received another spanking and a small scream of pleasure came through her lips followed by a third one, no longer trying to hold it back.

She gasped when he spoke into her ear, not expecting him to be so close. "You're not supposed to enjoy your punishment princess.” He said amused before putting a kiss on her shoulder. "Do you want me to continue?" She nodded her head in response which stretched a smile on Ron's face. A fourth one, butterflies were felt in her stomach. Fifth one, a louder scream. Sixth one, she felt the blood in her clit making it grow with pleasure. Seventh, she couldn't wait no more.

"Ron please fuck me!" She beg making him chuckle.

Pressing himself against her he put his hands on her hips and slipped in her tearing her a moan of ecstasy tilting the head backwards, beginning with slow back and forth, so that she could feel him going and coming in her of all his length. He quickly accelerated the cadence, making resound in the room the sound of his skin to slap against hers. Nestling his face in her neck, which stifled his hoarse moans, he placed his hands on hers still on the wall. She felt him pressing in her back to penetrate her as deeply as possible, then she took off one of her hands of the wall to come to place it behind his nape of the neck as she could and he covered her arm and her wrist of kisses, wrist around which he rolled up his long fingers, his other hand always on hers on the wall sliding along her arm and coming to slip on her belly, tightening her, desperate to feel her against him. Hearing her moan his name increased his pleasure tenfold, when he felt her legs start to shake he knew that she was not far from the orgasm, then he tightened his embrace around her waist and kissed her behind the ear.

"Marry me." He whispered in her ear making her wide open her eyes in shock.

"Tha-That's unexpected." She blew between two moans.

"I think it's a very original way to propose." He chuckled getting deeper inside her to finally break her, filling the room with her yelling drowning with him into a powerful orgasm. "Should I take that for a yes?" He laughed, she trying to find her breath.

"No more secret."

"No more secret." He replied tightening her in his arms and kissing her cheek.

Want to be sick and have him taking care of me

“Open your mouth” with Hangman 😇

pairing- hangman x reader

warnings- there's like 2 allusions to smut...so idk 18+? reader is sick with unspecified nonthreatening illness

length- 0.3k

an- i'm so sorry this is probably not nearly as smutty as you were hoping for…i don't even know who i am anymore how did i manage to take the sluttiest prompt on the there and turn it into basically fluff (for me anyways)...which i normally hate writing. idk this is the only thing my brain would come up with for this

It’s really rude that the sun feels the need to bore itself into your head while you have a 101-degree fever. As if you’re not sweaty enough.

You could get up and close the curtains, but that’s just asking too much at this point.

The front door opens and you don’t even bother to look up. If someone’s breaking in they can have your dirty dishes and dying plants for all you care.

Luckily for your neglected monstera, it’s just Jake.

He brushes your sweaty hair back, making a face when he feels how warm you still are. “I brought you some food.”

“Leave me alone, you heathen,” you whine, voice muffled by the pillow you’re shoving your face in to get away from his hands.

You should feel bad. He’s being entirely too sweet, taking your grumpiness in stride. But your body aches, your throat is dry, everything hurts, and you just want to sleep for eternity.

“Sweetheart.” You want to punch him for the hint of a laugh you hear in his voice. “You have to eat.”

“Too hard,” you protest, turning your head to look at him blearily. “Throat hurts.”

Jake looks like he wants to make a joke or several, but instead purses his lips and nudges your head up from the pillow, pulling you into a sitting position. “At least drink some water.”

“No.”

Something dark flashes across his bright eyes, jaw tightening.

“Baby,” Jake says sternly. “Open your mouth.”

Your mouth drops open unceremoniously, some Pavlovian response you have no control over, and you immediately flush crimson.

Jake looks so proud of himself that you can’t even be mad as he puts a bottle of water to your lips before you can protest any further.

“You have to get better so I can put that bratty mouth to good use, sweetheart.”