Kinktober 2024 - Tumblr Posts
Day 13: Bucky/Tony - Piercing
Pacific Rim AU
Holy shit, Barnes might be the hottest thing Tony’s seen this side of the Breach, and considering Tony’s spent most of his life surrounded by pretty faces, that’s saying something. Fury found Tony a fucking Jaeger in human form to drift with, and Tony’s mind is already running through a thousand different scenarios of what he and Barnes could do, none of which involve piloting an actual Jaeger. Tony spots a glint of something silver on his tongue, just behind his parted lips, and before he can even process that or the fact that he would absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, drop to his knees right here, Barnes walks right past him and pulls… Steve into a bear hug with, “Oh, man, it’s great to see you, punk.”
Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 11.2k
Day 14: Bucky/Peter - Dacryphilia
Their first time... Bucky’s got about as much time to think about it as a bullet does before it leaves the chamber. That moment when something finally gives in the armory. What starts as an awkward, lingering hug turns into them pressing into each other like they’ve only got minutes to live and didn’t just win, tears just pouring down Peter’s face, and after—after—Bucky bullshits himself into thinking his reaction to Peter crying is a non-reaction. Yeah. Sure.
Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 3.1k
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Day 15: Bucky/Tony - Body Worship
The thing is, Tony usually misses fuck-all. That said, the sight of Bucky sprawled on the medbay bed throws him enough to miss something unnervingly important.
Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 15.8k Bingo fills and cards under the fold
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Day 16: Bucky/Tony - Shotgunning
For anyone who doesn’t know him, Tony doesn’t do anything halfway. Not even forgiveness. Tony… just gets carried away. Tony always gets carried away with proving he is the bigger man.
Rating: Mature/Explicit Wordcount: 8.4k
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Day 17: Steve/Tony - Hate Sex
How many times has Tony been sucker-punched by this particular all-American proudly rainbow-colored nightmare? One unfortunate case of Accords, one trip to Siberia, one betrayal of a lifetime, and a whole lot of running off with his ancient, muscly pal and super-soldier boytoy (of all the frozen relics to thaw out it had to be him; of course it had to be him). And now Steve has the balls to stand there, all Steve and golden, as if he didn’t rip Tony’s trust right out from under him and jog off into the land of sunsets with his one geriatric true love, only to have the audacity to—
Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.2k
Day 18: Bucky/Steve/Tony - Blindfolds
How the actual, unholy fuck did he let it get this far? Tony knows it’s a bad idea. Just fucking knows it. But that’s the thing about Tony himself, isn’t it? His whole life is basically a highlight reel of bad ideas so horrendous and ridiculous they somehow defy logic, pull some Matrix-level shit, dodge reality, then loop back around and try to cosplay as good choices, alongside even worse decisions.
Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 1.5k
Day 19: Bucky/Steve/Tony - Uniform Kink
God, sometimes Tony’s just scared. What if he’s the asshole ruining them all? What if one day this doesn’t work anymore? What if Steve wakes up and realizes he’s still trying to make up for everything—for Bucky’s scars, for Tony’s past? What if Bucky—who Tony’s caught looking at his wedding ring more than once, mind you—decides this isn’t enough? What if one of them—either of them—very wrongly assumes that Tony’s stretched too thin and—
Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.6k
Hi all, so I’m going to be taking part in Kinktober this year, I’m just a little bit behind at the moment. I am planning to be all caught up by the end of this weekend though!! I’ll be putting up a Masterlist first so you know what you’re going to get, but I’ll be taking requests for the last couple of days in October so send an ask over if there’s anything in particular!
Kinktober 2024 - Masterlist
Hi all! So I'll be linking all of my fics here - if you saw my other post already you'll know I'm a little behind but planning to catch up by the end of the weekend! Let me know if there are any requests for the last few days, and also let me know if you want to be on the tallest for any chapters !! I'll also be posting them on AO3 if you would prefer to see them on there! As usual, MDNI 18+ only, and all of this will be NSFW!
Main Masterlist | AO3
First time - Qimir/The Stranger (The Acolyte)
Breath play - Logan/Wolverine (X-men)
Aphrodisiacs/sex pollen - Billy Butcher (The Boys)
Body worship - Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)
Face fucking - Frank Castle/The Punisher (Marvel)
One night stand - Nanami Kento (JJK)
Secret relationship - Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)
Forbidden relationship - Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)
Hate sex - Joel Miller (The Last Of Us)
Mile high club - Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)
Public - Din Djarin/ The Mandolorian (Star Wars)
Voyeurism - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr/Professor X and Magneto (X-men)
Overstimulation - Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (Marvel)
Threesome - Matt Murdock and Frank Castle/Daredevil and The Punisher (Marvel)
Thigh riding - Din Djarin/The Mandalorian (Star Wars)
Cockwarming - Billy Butcher (The Boys)
Student - teacher - Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Praise kink - Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto (X-men)
Degradation - Loki (Marvel)
Impact play - Logan/ Wolverine (X-men)
Wax play - Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)
Sensory deprivation - Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)
Bondage - Gojo Satoru (JJK)
Edging - Qimir/The Stranger (The Acolyte)
Pain kink - Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)
Dom-sub - Joel Miller (TLOU)
Mutual Masturbation - Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)
Somnophilia/free use - Din Djarin/The Mandalorian (Star Wars)
Knife play - Frank Castle/The Punisher (Marvel)
Free hit
Free hit
Kinktober Day 1 : First Time
Qimir/The Stranger x you Contents: pwp, fem!readerxQimir (The Acolyte), MDNI 18+ W/C: 1.1k Finally got day 1 done and posted; I'll try and be more on time from here on out! Been thinking about him ever since I watched the show and now I finally have a chance to write something slutty about him for no reason :) enjoy x Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3
“You’ve never given in to those urges, have you? Even after all these years.”
“I… I’m a Jedi…” You muttered feebly as you sat watching him cook over the small stove, occasionally gazing over at you through those gorgeous, deep brown eyes.
“No, you were a Jedi. A Padawan at that. You aren’t anymore. You're free to do as you please.” You knew exactly what he meant, exactly what you wanted to do. You hadn’t been subtle when he had walked out of the sea earlier, the way the drops of salt water had clung to him as more of his form was slowly exposed to you, as though they didn’t want to let go. You knew the feeling. You hadn’t been able to tear your eyes off of him. But what had followed afterwards was a pang of guilt so intense you could have doubled over with it.
The Jedi had always been good at instilling shame in its pupils.
And you knew that. Logically, you knew that the Jedi way was not a path that you followed anymore, that the values you were taught from a young age were not ones that bound you now. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to cross that invisible line. No matter how much you desperately wanted to.
“I can give you what you want.” He paused, as though gaging your reaction.
“And how do you know what I want?” You asked, angry as he continued to read your every action perfectly.
“Because I have been you before. See…” He moved quickly, striding over to you, pulling off his top and kneeling down. The intensity of his eye contact was unwavering and it made you blush and begin to move backwards, but he reached out gently, enveloping your hand with his and stopping you in your tracks. A soft power spread through your body from the epicentre where your hands met, and by the look on his face, he could feel it too. It was dark and overwhelming, but as flowed further through you, it felt right. He felt right.
He was moving your hand towards him, and you could do nothing but let him, dizzy with the way he was openly sharing himself with you. He finally broke his hypnotic eye contact to turn away from you, and as his hand left yours, you already missed the warmth of his touch. And then your eyes focussed in on what he was trying to lead you to. Your fingertips met the rough skin that streaked across his back like a lightning bolt, a jagged welt that bore unimaginable pain.
“Every Jedi Master leaves scars on their Padawan, whether mental or physical. Mine are obvious. Yours…” He turned around to see your eyes wide, dazed and confused by his admission. He had been a Padawan. And now here he was, a Jedi killer. Maybe he did know what you wanted. He was right, he was you, just a few mere details tweaked. “Your Master killed the girl you were, your ideas, your individuality. Your morals. He rebuilt you whatever way he saw fit. He made you think preserving peace and teaching younglings were all you could be good for. I hope you see now that you can be so much more than that. You are so much more than that.” As though proving his point, his hand grasped yours again, the near dizzying power flowing through you once more. You remembered something he had said earlier, something he had wanted. The power of two. You knew what he meant now. Who wouldn’t want this?
It didn't take long for you to give in to everything you had promised to abstain from. Anger. Fear. Desire.
You spent your days training your body and mind, doing everything to remove the final shackles the Jedi had over you. And you spent your nights with him, legs intertwined, sloppy, opened mouth kisses as he rocked into you, reminding you who had opened your eyes to a whole new world of pleasure and pain. That he was the one who had corrupted you. That he was the only one who would ever see you like this. The only one who would ever make you feel like this.
The night he had told you about his past was the night you had finally allowed yourself to go after what you wanted.
You had kissed him first. You weren’t sure where it came from, but he was there in front of you, shirtless and on his knees, promising you a new life, and you couldn’t help yourself. You gave in so easily. And he reciprocated. He took you to bed and undressed you tenderly. Every touch was addictive, your body reacting to him in a way you didn't think possible. Then he buried his head between your legs, and suddenly this… sensation was starting to overcome you. His tongue was swirling around your core, and there was a pressure building, and it felt good, really good but it was hot and weird and….
“Wait, wait…” you gasped, and he lifted his head immediately, panting and looking up at you with confused eyes. The feeling was gone immediately, but you could still feel the panic rising in your throat.
“Are you ok?” He asked cautiously, hand grabbing yours. You squeezed gratefully.
“Yeah, I… sorry, I just had this weird feeling and I didn't…” He smiled softly, and you blushed, feeling like an idiot.
“Do you trust me?” Everything in your head was telling you no, telling you to scream at him, to let you go back to your old ways, but your heart fought back. You nodded. “Then let it happen, ok?” You nodded again, and watched as his tongue dipped back into your folds. You moaned lightly, running your hand through his hair as he continued, and that feeling was back again. You started to panic, but he gripped your hand tighter, reassuring you, and then something happened. All the pressure was suddenly released and all that was left was a wave of white hot pleasure ripping through your body. Your hips bucked into him instinctively as you rode it out, vision cloudy, hand gripping his tight.
It wasn’t long before he was inside you, his thrusts long and deep. It hurt, you couldn’t deny it, a pain biting at you that almost brought tears to your eyes. But he looked down at you, whispering praises and curses and the pain gave way to pleasure, even more blinding than before. You whimpered, a pathetic cry torn from your lips.
“That’s it, good job…” he muttered, “that feel good?” You hummed in acknowledgment, not quite enough breath in your lungs to say anything else. You ran your hands up and down his arms, feeling the rippling muscles there as he continued to rut into you.
“Maker, you feel incredible…”
And after that, you were his. His pupil. His lover. His acolyte.
The power of two.
Kinktober Day 2: Breath Play
Logan/Wolverine x you
Contents: pwp, fem!reader x Logan, MDNI 18+
Word Count: 1.3k
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His back hit the concrete floor with a crack, and if it weren’t for the adamantium you knew was lining his skeleton, you’d have assumed it was his spine. He stood with a grunt, revealing the cracked concrete you had left in his wake. You watched as he bared his long claws, cracking his neck as he ran towards you, and you prepared yourself to throw him again, your super strength hopefully coming in handy, but he was too quick, kicking you in the stomach before you had a chance to react. You flew backwards, your back hitting the wall with a thud, and you noticed the ache immediately. No time to dwell on it though, as a set of blades were coming straight towards your face. You rolled just in time, hearing the horrible sound of metal colliding with concrete, but his other hand caught you by the neck, pulling you back in front of him and pressing your body to the wall.
“You tapping out yet?” He asked, a shit eating grin on his face.
“Never.” You croaked, faking bravado, but his smile just grew, hand around your neck tightening. Fuck. It was harder to breathe now, and you should really tap out but all you could think about was how close he was to you, and how he smelled like sweat and cigars.
He cocked his head as though waiting for you to give up, and you felt your blood boil. You placed your hands on his arms, using them to pull your body up and kick out at him, but he saw it coming, moving closer to you so there was nowhere for your legs to go. Your frustration was evident, trying to pull at hands, but he pressed tighter still, and now you really couldn’t breathe. Your mind was becoming foggy with the way his body was touching you, the way he kept looking at you with a smug smile, the way his arms felt under your fingers. Your vision was blurring, and you were acutely aware of his hips against yours, and the fact you’d been in this position before.
Then your body took over. Instinctively, you stopped trying to pry him away and held onto him, hands around his wrists and your legs wrapping around his body. And then, your hips rolled against him. His eyes that had been boring into you widened with surprise, and you cursed yourself.
The blush that spread across your face and neck was one you hoped would go unnoticed. You felt sick with embarrassment, and instantly tapped out, untwining your legs from his waist. He dropped you unceremoniously, and you fell to the floor, gasping for breath. You were waiting for him to say something, to quip that you were easy to beat, or to tell you the mistakes you made, but he didn’t. You finally looked up, and he was just looking at you. He wasn't giving anything away, his expression cold and unfeeling, but he didn't once break the intense eye contact.
“What?” You feigned innocence, standing up on weak legs, avoiding eye contact and trying to ignore the blush that had returned. You finally glanced up at him, and were met with a look akin only to a predator with its prey in sight. It sent arousal straight to your core, your heart rate quickening with each breath. “Logan?” You muttered weakly, and apparently that was all he needed.
He closed the gap between you, crashing his lips into yours and pressing your body back against the wall. You returned his kiss feverishly, hands finding his hair and gripping tight, earning a growl as his body somehow got even closer, caging you in. It was messy and sloppy, his hands everywhere all at once and his lips finding your neck, biting down and causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips. You needed more of him. Your fingers found his jeans, unbuckling the belt and unzipping his fly, and he chuckled.
“God, you’re needy aren't you?”
“Fuck off.” You muttered through gritted teeth and he stood back from you slightly, earning an involuntary sigh of disappointment to fall from your lips.
“Your body always betrays you.” He quipped in response, and you huffed, but still starting to pull your own training shorts past your ass and dropping them to the floor, leaving you in your t-shirt and panties. “I can hear your heartbeat go through the roof when I touch you. I can see the frustration on your face as I’ve stepped back…” He stepped closer again, and you tried not to act relieved, but your hands instinctively draped themselves over his shoulders. “I can feel the desperation in your touch…” Fuck he was good. He stepped closer, lips falling to the skin below your ear before whispering, “I can hear the way your wet cunt clenched around nothing when my hand was around your throat.” You were certain your heart had never beat so hard in its life, your breath catching in your throat as his hands found your ass, discarding your panties quickly and pulling one leg around his waist.
“Fuck, Logan…” Your whole body shuddered as he pressed closer to you, allowing you to grind your core against his clothed length. He chuckled, his hand straying to his boxers, pulling down the waistband and letting his erection spring free against you. You whined, your body nearly shaking with need.
“You safe?” He muttered, giving himself a few lazy strokes. He was being very measured, but you could see how much he wanted this too, his hips bucking occasionally, cock painfully hard.
“Yes, Logan, please just…” You hadn't even finished your sentence before he was pressed up against you, fully sheathing himself. He was big, and from this angle, he was hitting a spot inside of you that made you cry out, your nails digging hard into his jacket, prompting him to take it off, leaving him in his white tank and letting your hands roam freely.
“Fuck, you feel good Bub. So wet for me.” He ground into you, letting you adjust. Then he was dragging himself out of you, before he began to split you open. Every thrust was heaven, and you could do nothing but let him fuck into you, hands trying to find purchase on his back as he left love bites across your neck and chest. And then his hand found your neck again. He squeezed cautiously at first, but after you clenched around his cock, he grinned, pressing harder, forcing a filthy whimper from your lips - the only noise you had the air for.
“You look so pretty like this…” he muttered, his pace never letting up, and you could feel your climax getting closer, “my hand around your throat, letting me use you however you want…” You nails found his arms now, digging in in a way that would leave a mark on any other man, but you watching the skin heal, and heard the growl he let out. “God, you know Bub, I’ve thought about this a lot, and I never thought you'd let me fuck you like this.” His words were enough to send you over the edge, you cried out as much as you could, spots forming in your vision - from lack of oxygen or from pleasure, you couldn't be sure - and you clamped down around him as your orgasm washed over you. And with that, he came too, pressing somehow deeper inside you and releasing your throat, sending a second wave of pleasure through your body.
You realised you were on the floor when you refocussed, his cock still inside you as you were slumped on his lap. His lips were on your neck again, but pressing soft, nurturing kisses to it instead. You hummed in contentment, hand tracing patterns lazily through his hair.
“Can I take you out sometime?” he muttered into your chest, and you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of his statement, considering his cum was currently leaking out of your cunt.
“I think that's probably a good idea.”
Kinktober Day 3 - Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen
Billy Butcher x you Contents: pwp, fem!reader x Billy Butcher (The Boys), 18+ MDNI, there's only one bed (!!) W/C: 2.2k So I've read a lot of sex pollen fics, normally Mando ones actually, and then this idea got stuck in my head so yeah, here it is! It's a little longer but my next two are a lot shorter, so this is to make up for it. Anyway, hope someone out there is as obsessed with Billy Butcher as I am! Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” You could’ve shouted at the receptionist, hands balling by your sides.
“Sorry, just the one room left tonight.”
“We’ll take it.” Billy replied, shit eating grin spreading across his face.
“You can’t be serious…”
“How much do I owe you, darling?”
He ignored your complaints the whole way to the room as well, your bag slung over his shoulder. He unlocked the door, swinging it open and laughed heartily.
“What?” You pushed him aside, to see… one bed. For fucks sake.
“No getting away from me now, sweetheart…”
You’d just gotten out of the shower when you heard a deathly silence come over the room next to you. That was unlike him. He’d had the TV blasting since you’d been in the bathroom, and now it was silent. Something wasn’t right.
You wrapped your towel around yourself and peeked your head around the door. He was standing, his leather coat abandoned on the bed, head cocked as he looked towards the window. He turned his head when he heard you, pressing a finger to his lips and creeping closer. It was cracked open, a soft evening breeze causing the curtains to billow, but you couldn't hear anything else. You opened your mouth, about to ask him what was going on when a figure moved into frame.
“Fuck, cover your mouth!” Billy shouted, backing away, but it was too late. The figure raised their lips to the window, and a baby pink smoke filled the room before you could even react to it. It left you coughing, doubled over as you waited for it to clear. When it finally did, your head was hazy, as though you had literally put on rose tinted glasses and smoked a joint. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it meant that it took longer than you normally would've to figure out what just happened.
“Cupid…” you muttered, cursing lightly under your breath and moving to close the window. She was the Supe you had been tracking for the last few days, with the ability to produce a powerful aphrodisiac that was nearly incapacitating to whoever it affected. Not exactly the best superpower, although it felt pretty fucking awful right about now. Billy had perched on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. “But why would she…”
“To distract us, to throw us off…”
“That makes no sense, we’ve already stopped for the night.”
“Didn’t you do your research, darling? It can last a full day, even two.”
“Fuck!” You were pacing now, trying to ignore the fog that was lowering over your mind. “Well, lets go after her! She can’t have gotten far.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m not in any way to drive. Plus, you’re only in a towel.” You looked down, a blush spreading across your cheeks.
“Ok… ok I guess we just have to ride it out and hope it doesn't last too long… what?” You had looked up to see him gazing at you, pupils dilated, a dark expression on his face. His eyes were tracing your body, and you hadn’t realised until that point how short the towel actually was, your legs on display for him, droplets of water from the shower still clinging to you. “Billy!”
“Fucking hell, love, I’m sorry, but we just got blasted with some kind of sex potion so you can forgive me…”
“Just… go and have a shower or something. Maybe a wank, clear your head.”
“Sure thing, boss. Wanna watch?”
“Fuck right off.”
He had been in the shower for a while now, and you were starting to struggle. When you had agreed to go with him on this Supe hunt, you never thought this was the situation you would end up in - trapped in a hotel room, only one bed, with Billy Butcher, after a maniac just filled the room with a potent aphrodisiac. And you were really starting to feel it. Every single nerve ending in your body felt like live wires, and you were so turned on it was painful, squirming on the bed as your core physically ached with lack of attention. You had managed to get changed into a t-shirt and shorts, but you still felt too warm. You were halfway through tying up your hair to try and help cool down when Billy emerged from the shower, towel around his waist. Sweet Jesus that wasn't going to help. He was ripped, his arms and chest looked almost chiseled from stone, save for the light smattering of hair over his torso, following down his stomach into a happy tail that lead under the towel. You could almost feel your mouth watering as you noticed a tent in the think fabric. He was hard, and from the way he winced when he moved, painfully so.
“Did it help at all?” You asked feebly, trying to ignore the hardening of your nipples as you watched him move.
“No.” He answered sternly, sitting down with his back to you. You couldn’t help but gaze at it. His wide shoulders, the way his shoulder blades rippled with his shuddering breaths, what it would look like when you were done with him, red welts and scratches after he fucked you into the mattress…
Nope, no. Can't go there. He's a colleague - even if only technically. Work would be unbearable.
Although, this was pretty unbearable too.
He’d said something.
“Hm?” You asked, not noticing the way he was looking at you over his shoulder until your eyes had traced his entire back. You blushed.
“I need to change…”
“Oh shit, sorry.” You headed to the bathroom quickly, closing the door behind you and collapsing to the floor. Fuck this was a mess. A horrible, terrible mess. Maybe it would help if you just… just a little bit…
Your hand found its way below your waistband, and as soon as your fingertips brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves there, your entire body relaxed, an audible moan escaping your mouth. Shit. Hopefully he didn't hear that. You carried on quietly, biting your lip to try and stay quiet, but it was hard, the relief flowing through you unlike anything you’d ever experienced. And then you heard something from the other room. A soft grunt, and then another. And fucking hell it was a beautiful noise, almost pained but so relieved, perfectly echoing how you felt at that moment. God, he was awful and frustrating and horrible to work with but his voice was so sexy, and the noises he was making now were no different.
You couldn't deny it was helping you along, and you couldn't tell if you were imagining it or not, but every time a whimper escaped you, he groaned just a little louder. You reached your peak quickly, your entire body crumpling as it overtook you, a last moan falling from your lips as you caught your breath on the bathroom floor. You stood up to wash your hands and face, legs shaking, only to realise… it had barely done anything. The ache was back almost instantly, nipples hardening again at the thought of Billy in the next room, and you cursed into the icy cold water.
He had been quiet for a little while now, so you knocked cautiously.
“Yeah, I’m decent, doll.” The new pet name sent another wave of arousal to your centre, and you cursed internally with it. Every word he said feel like he was physically touching you, but not quite enough. It was driving you insane.
“How the fuck do we make this stop?” You gasped out, frustration clouding your mind as you flopped onto the end of the bed, laying down with your hands over your eyes. Maybe if you just didn't look at him…
“Well, I can think of one way…”
“Billy…” you muttered warningly, but you couldn't bring yourself to say more than that, just letting your hands drop from your face to see his dark expression looking you up and down.
“Do you really wanna stay like this for the next day…”
“We might still be like this… after.”
“We don't know until we try.” Fuck, you hated how much sense he was making in your sex-addled brain. “You can't say you haven't thought about it…” You opened your mouth to snap back that you hadn’t, that he repulsed you… but you couldn't get the words out. The truth was, you had thought about it. A lot. He might be a pain in your ass, but he was undeniably attractive. The smirk. The confidence. Those stupid fucking Hawaiian shirts that showed off his biceps in just the right way…
“Please I… look, it's killing me here love…” he sounded breathy, strained. Needy. Hearing him beg was almost enough to send you over the edge.
Fuck it.
You sat up before you had a chance to change your mind, grabbing him by the neck and pulling his lips to yours. He practically growled into your mouth, reciprocating with a ferocity you hadn't expected. His hands were instantly all over you, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap, his strength making you gasp sharply. His teeth found your bottom lips, biting and pulling as he forced your hips down into his, grinding into you in a way that felt so fucking perfect. You needed him closer. Your shaking hands reached for the hem of his tee, pulling it over his head and pushing him to the bed, lips marking a path down his chest.
“Fucking hell, love, get those clothes off.” You obliged quickly, standing to rip off your tee, then shorts and panties as he removed his own bottoms, letting his cock spring free. He was big. Really fucking big. You needed him inside you now. Needed…
He was a step ahead of you, grabbing your arm and pulling you face first to the bed. He set himself up behind you, pulling your hips into the air and his hand found its way to your hair, pressing your face into the mattress. And then you felt two fingers dip inside your wet core. The sound that you made was filthy and animalistic, pressing your hips back into his hand as he chuckled, desperate for more of him.
“God you’re needy like this aren't you?” He pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you whining, and you heard him pump his length a few times with your slick. And then he was there, his size pressing against you, and you had no time to adjust as he rolled his hips into you. You couldn't breathe as he split you open, full to the hilt, hands scrabbling across the bedspread trying to find purchase on something.
“Fucking hell…” he grumbling, hand smacking your ass hard. You yelped, and he laughed again. “I can feel your pretty cunt fluttering around me when I do that.”
“Fuck… you…” You managed to choke out between laboured breaths.
“As you wish, doll.” He started to drag himself out of you, so painfully slowly you were squirming, but he just pressed your face further into the bed. And then he started to just fuck into you. It was debilitating, every single nerve in your body on fire. His pace was merciless, hard and fast and blinding, hitting a spot inside of you that turned your body to jelly. His hand on your hip was the only thing keeping you upright, squeezing in a way that was sure to bruise. And then his hand left your head, and you gasped in air, only to realise it was snaking around to your clit. The instant his fingertips found your sensitive mound, your world went black, and you were coming hard around his cock.
“Fuckk, there we go, sweetheart. Good girl, let it all out...”
By the time you could see again, it didn't take you long to start winding up for another orgasm. Your body had completely crumpled, pressed to the bed apart from the arm he had around your hips, keeping him in the perfect position to keep hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.
“Goddd, Billy…” you cried out, sound after filthy sound filling the room as he continued to rut into you, his breaths becoming shorter and his curses becoming less coherent. “Please.. that's it… inside me please…” Your fucked-out babbling seemed to help bring him to the edge, and he pressed his hips into yours as he came, his teeth clamping onto your shoulder enough to help you reach another pinnacle.
You could barely breathe when you were done, his entire body weight pressed to your back, his lips pressing sloppy kisses to the back of your neck. He was still inside you, and it wasn’t until you tried to move that you noticed…
“Billy?”
“Yes, love?”
“You’re still hard.” There was a beat where he stopped kissing you shifting his hips just slightly with a groan, then he sighed.
“I guess its gonna be a long night, doll.”
Kinktober Day 4: Body Worship
Matt Murdock x you Contents: drabble, fem!reader x Matt Murdock/Daredevil, MDNI 18+, v brief mention of SH scars W/C: 600 Just a short piece about my favourite softy - longer fics to come for him later! Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3
"You're so beautiful, darling." You couldn't help but giggle as his stubble grazed your sternum and he planted another kiss between your breasts.
"I hate to break it to you, Matty, but you can't actually see me…" He chuckled in response, his lips nibbling your collarbone as he moved back up to your lips, kissing you tenderly.
"Maybe not… but I know what I can feel." You smiled against his mouth.
"Yeah? And what's that?" One of his hands found its way to your face, lazily tracing your features as he propped himself up on the other.
"Well, this is all pretty wonderful…" he murmured wistfully, his hand trailing through your hair, over your cheekbones and lips, his own lips following with soft kisses that made you hum in contentment. "This too…" He moved down now, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of your breast, causing you to gasp and buck your hips towards him. Your hands found his hair, dragging your nails through it the way he always liked, earning a hum of approval.
As he ventured lower, though, your heart rate picked up, a hint of discomfort creeping in. You'd always been self-conscious about your body, regardless of your weight. You tended to carry it on your stomach and thighs—areas that weren't always complimented. It made you wonder if he'd still be with you if he could see you. The thought scared you.
But as his kisses continued down your stomach, you breathed out lightly in relief. His hands traced their way around you, not missing an inch. If only he could see how much you were blushing…
"I think these are really beautiful too…" He pressed his lips tenderly to your hip, his finger tracing the thin skin there. The gesture almost brought a tear to your eye. Another of your perceived imperfections—your scars. But he never seemed to mind.
You started to pant again as his lips fell to your thighs, working around your core, making you increasingly needy, squirming under his touch. You tried to pull your legs together, craving friction, but he kept them apart, his hands gripping just tight enough as he paused a breath away from your bare sex.
"You're teasing me…" you muttered, growing desperate. He just smiled up at you.
"Just taking you in…" Before you could ask what he meant, his hands found your backside, pulling you towards him as he ran his hot tongue through your folds. You groaned, rocking your hips into him and settling your body into his hands.
"Taste so good…" he murmured against you, before swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud.
As usual, it wasn't long before you were writhing from his expert mouth, your body responding to every touch. You found yourself moaning his name with increasing urgency as he continued to pleasure you, his skilled tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. Your legs were trembling uncontrollably, your entire body wound up tight from overstimulation. Despite your heightened state of arousal, you knew from experience that he wouldn't stop until he was fully satisfied. He seemed to delight in varying his pace and pressure, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, intense flicks that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. As he continued to savour you, his own enjoyment was evident in the way he moaned your name against your cunt, the vibrations adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations. Your hands clutched desperately at the sheets, your back arching off the bed as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy again. And he wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.
Kinktober Day 5: Face Fucking
Frank Castle x you Contents: drabble, rough sex, fem!reader x Frank Castle/The Punisher, MDNI 18+, unedited lol W/C: 600 Another short one, sorry! Again, got longer, dirtier fics for him later in the month. PS: Need to put the 'keep reading' break before this one as it starts absolutely filthy, apologies ;) Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3
“That’s it… atta girl. Open your throat nice and wide for me.” You struggled around the size of him, jaw aching as he pressed his thick cock into you further. You couldn’t breathe, cheeks hollowed around his length, but you wanted to please him. Anything to please him. To keep him muttering those praises to you.
He bundled your hair in one of his large hands, pulling your head off him with a loud pop.
“How’re you doing there, sweetheart?” You couldn’t do much but nod, grabbing onto his thighs tighter and gulping in air. He ran his hand over your lips, puffy and red from being wrapped around him for so long.
“So fucking pretty.” You can’t imagine you did look that good. Your mascara running, hair messy from his hands, flush all over from lack of air. But you smiled up at him anyway, blinking up through half-lidded eyes. You swallowed one last time, opening your mouth for him wide. He grinned at you, hand in your hair, fucking into your mouth. He hit the back of your throat and you opened yourself to him.
It had become a routine between the two of you. Sometimes, when you finished your shift at work, he would be waiting for you at home. You could tell when it had been a hard day for him depending on how he fucked you. And you loved every second of it.
Today must have been a bad fucking day.
Frank was always ruthless in bed. He was strong, unusually so, to the point where he could throw you around as if you were light as a feather. And he was big, tall and built, so easily able to cage you in, make you feel small. Use you however he wanted. It was bliss.
Like now. The sting in the back of your throat, the tears welling in your eyes again, only able to catch small breaths between his merciless thrusts.
“Fuckk… that feels so good, baby…” he had an incredible ability of controlling his face, looking almost bored as you worked hard to please him. You weren’t sure why it turned you on so much. Maybe because it felt even better when he praised you. Or that when he finally came, it was so much more rewarding. Or maybe you just liked your sex to be transactional.
Regardless, he was making you squeeze your legs together with want.
“Getting needy?” He muttered, continuing to stroke your hair as he moved you to his will. “You can touch yourself if you want, baby. I have a beautiful view from here.” You moaned around his cock in relief as you pressed a hand to your aching core through your clothes. It was just the lightest touch, but it was electric. You hummed around him again, and his exterior finally broke, hand gripping tighter and eyes rolling backwards, head lulling towards the ceiling with a groan.
“Fuck, girl, what are you doing to me…” It wasn’t long before he was cumming down your throat, thick and hot and fast, and you had to work hard to swallow it all. When he was finally finished, he pulled out of you softly, dropping to his knees to give you a tender kiss. You were still gasping for air, completely giddy with it, but you obliged, kissing him back in contentment.
“So pretty like this…” he muttered, pressing his lips to your neck, and you never wanted to let go. The infamous Frank Castle, turned to putty under your hands. Nothing would ever match up to it.
Kinktober Day 6: One Night Stand
Nanami Kento x you
Contents: fem!reader x Nanami (JJK), honestly not very kinky and I actually hate this and it’s barely edited but here it is
W/C: 3k
So I think this is overthought and overworked and mostly just nonsense but I love this man and my brain ran away with me, I’ll make it up with filth soon don’t worry <3
Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3
You couldn’t place your finger on why, but the moment you laid your eyes on the man at the bar, you were drawn to him.
He had a certain presence around him, commanding. He was attractive, obviously, with neat, parted blonde hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He was tall too, and well built - a fact you could ascertain even though he was wearing a perfectly tailored pinstripe suit. Honestly, everything about him seemed perfect to the point of obsession - his tie knotted impeccably, the pin exactly straight and his shirt tucked neatly, even though it was long after the usual 9-5 hours.
But he looked tired. Drooping eyes with dark bags under them, and he hadn’t lifted his gaze from the glass of bourbon nestled in his hand except to ask the bartender for a refill. He seemed powerful and stoic, and he looked very much like you wanted to be alone. But just in case he didn’t, maybe you should give him an option…
You finished your drink, grabbing your things from the small corner booth to perch at the bar. You were only a few stools away now, but you were too nervous to speak to him directly, opting instead to order a drink from the bartender. The same as always: a martini, gin, dry, twist. The only ‘classy’ cocktail you could stomach. He nodded at you, moving to make it, and you watched, only drawn away for a moment to check yourself in your compact. You would probably have to freshen up after this drink but your make up was still relatively intact - one of the few perks of working an office job for years.
You put your purse away, looking up to see the bartender placing down your drink… that was wrong. It had an olive. You hate olives. You glanced up, not wanting to complain, only to see that he had his back to you. And there was no way in hell you were going to try and get his attention…
“Excuse me, Sir…” you heard a smooth voice say, and saw the man beside you lift his arm to beckon the barkeep back. “She ordered a twist, not an olive.” He was blunt in the way he spoke, but not rude. Commanding and polite. And he had noticed your order, noticed you. It made you blush.
“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I’ll remake it right away.”
“Thank you.” He replied, smiling wordlessly at you as he continued to drink.
“Thank you,” you managed to choke out, forcing yourself to ignore the anxiety ringing in the back of your mind, “I never would’ve asked.”
“It’s not a problem.” You smiled again, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going, but to your surprise, he was the one who continued, “I’m Nanami, by the way.” You introduced yourself just as your fresh drink was served. You thanked the bartender while he apologised profusely, although you couldn’t help but notice that he was aiming most of his regrets at Nanami.
“I haven’t seen you here before.” He muttered once the barkeep had gone, his eyes never wavering from yours.
“No, it’s my first visit here. My office just moved location to a few streets down, so I figured I would test some of the bars in the area.” You paused, cautious of how fast you were talking. Relax. “Do you come here often?” He nodded, taking a sip of his drink.
“Depends on how late I’m working, but at least weekly.”
“What do you do?”
You hadn’t realised how close you had moved to him until your knee hit his while you were listening to him talk. You must have been leaning in subconsciously, mesmerised by him, but by the smirk on his lips halfway through his sentence, he didn’t mind.
“Sorry, I’ve been going on… I have a lot of enthusiasm for anything besides my work…”
“What’s your plan then? If you don’t enjoy your work, what are you aiming for at the end of it?” He cocked his head at the candour of your question, a more serious expression falling over his face.
“I… I want a house by the beach. A life without working hours. Or maybe just a job that… makes a difference. A real difference to real people, not just to the top 1%. I don’t really mind beyond that.” He sighed, finishing his drink quietly. You could see a lot of yourself reflected in his attitude. You wanted nothing more than to escape the routine, the boredom of it all, the constant feeling of worthlessness you were burdened with from working in finance. You just wanted something outside of that monotony. Outside of the greyscale.
He laughed humourlessly, placing his empty glass on the bar.
“Sorry, I ruined the mood.”
“No, no, I was just… well, I was just thinking about how nice that sounded.” You smiled at him, but it took a moment to realise that your hand had fallen to his thigh. You blushed, embarrassed, starting to remove it but he stopped you, his own hand falling on top of yours. Cold, but not uncomfortably so, his long fingers wrapping around your palm, thumb drawing lazy circle on your wrist.
“Did you maybe want to grab another drink at mine? It’s only a few streets away and the bar’s closing soon…”
“I’d love to.”
It had started raining, and you hadn’t brought a jacket with you. Luckily, you didn't mind the rain, a fact he seemed appalled by when you walked straight out into it without batting an eye. He didn’t have much of a choice but to follow, your hand still wrapped in his. You were both soaking by the time you reached the lobby of his apartment building, dripping in the elevator as you made your way up the many floors. You watched the number tick up hand in hand, your head rested gently on his shoulder. It would’ve been a good time to kiss him, but something stopped you. Something told you if you kissed him now, the night would end. You would fuck and fall asleep in each other’s arms and then you would never talk again. You didn’t want that. You found him fascinating, and as much as you wanted to fuck him, you weren’t ready for the night to be over.
His apartment was gorgeous - panoramic views of the city, minimal but tasteful furnishings, and a beautiful floor-to-ceiling book shelf full to the brim of classic literature. You made a beeline for it as soon as you had removed your shoes, the first time since you left the bar that you had let go of his hand, although it somehow felt colder now it was gone. You recognised a few titles, running your fingers over the spines as you read the names to yourself, marvelling at the perfectly alphabetised collection.
“I don’t know why I keep buying them - I haven’t had a chance to read them all yet. Not enough time.” He had moved beside you, arm touching yours with a warmth you hadn’t expected. He had taken off his suit jacket, his shirt almost completely dry beneath it, a welcome feeling next to your bare arms.
“I’ll help you.” You mused quietly, “We can divide and conquer.” He smiled at that warmly, his eyes seeming to brighten with it. After a blissful second, he seemed to come to his senses, tearing his eyes away from you and sighing in a way that suggested frustration with himself.
“Oh I’m sorry, you’re soaked through, let me get you a towel…” Before you could object he had rushed away, and taken his warmth with him, but he had left you smiling like a school girl.
After you had dried off just enough to not drip rainwater all over his floor, he offered you a drink. You accepted gratefully, and he motioned you to his sofa. You sat at the far end, curling your legs up so you could face him. There was something hypnotic about the way he moved. It was almost lyrical, the fluidity of his arms as he reached to grab a pair of tumblers from his cupboard, the ease with which he opened the scotch bottle, the ever so slight strain of his shirt buttons as he walked. He handed you the drink, fingers brushing slightly, and you thanked him, taking a sip and nestling it carefully in your palm. He had sat close to you, achingly close, the side of his thigh pressed tightly against your shins. It was comforting.
You couldn’t help but watch as he got comfortable in his own home, removing his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves, meticulously intruding and folding his tie, placing it carefully on the table next to the cufflinks, undoing just his top shirt button, allowing you to steal a glance at his collarbone and the hollow of his neck. You wanted nothing more than to run your tongue across the pale skin there, hear his groan into your ear…
You snapped out of your daydream when he started to talk, taking a sip of scotch to wake yourself up.
“I’m glad you moved to sit at the bar tonight.” You nearly spit out your drink.
“How do you…” You hadn't seen him look up from his drink once all evening, so you weren't sure when he had time to notice you…
“I saw you come in.” You laughed in disbelief, a playful smile falling across your lips, but he looked serious. “You looked tired. Frustrated. You were squinting at your phone and nearly bumped into three people on your way to a booth.” Jesus, he really had noticed you. “And then you put your phone away, and I could see your whole body visibly relax. You were just watching people, looking at the world go by. I couldn't tell, but I thought you might've been…”
“What?” You whispered, whole body tense as you listened to him speak about you in such vivid clarity.
“Sad. You looked sad, at the lives other people seemed to have. The joy. Not jealous, just… resigned to the fact you don’t have that.” God, he was good. You chuckled without warmth, casting your eyes away from his and to your drink.
“You should be a shrink, you know…”
“No I just… I know that look.” You smiled, tucking your legs up to your chest and draping your arm across the back of the sofa. He wrapped his arm around your legs in a way that seemed instinctive, natural even, pulling you into his chest just a little bit, just enough to feel that gorgeous warmth emanating from him again. “So, what does your future look like? Away from a corporate life?” He echoed your earlier question, and you thought for a moment, gazing into his eyes, hoping for some inspiration.
“A cottage in the countryside, maybe in a historic village somewhere. A sprawling garden with runner ducks and cats and fruit trees. A vintage sewing machine and a record player and a library.” You paused, taking a sip of your drink to try and pull yourself away from your imaginary life before you got too attached. “I just want my future to be something… relaxing, and beautiful. Something or somewhere I can be content. And if I have to work, let it be somewhere I can make a difference. Even if I’m not happy, as long as I’m making a difference...” He began to run his fingers across your thigh in slow circles, his deep brown eyes scanning your face with an intensity you’d never seen before. It was… recognition. Acknowledgment.
“To being content… or making a difference.” he muttered, raising his glass to you, and you repeated the toast, lightly touching the rim to his before finishing the last of it.
You had just started to talk about something trivial when he noticed you shivering. You honestly hadn't even realised, so hypnotised by him that you didn't quite feel real, your body taking over while your mind just let itself admire him. His hand slipped over yours, a concerned look crossing his face.
“You’re freezing.”
“I’m fine, really…”
“No, you’re shivering. Let me get you a blanket or…”
“Or…” you paused, placing down your glass and allowing your now free hand to fall to his chest, “maybe you’ll could think of a creative way to warm me up…” His whole demeanour shifted, the worry replaced with a dark expression, a smirk falling to his lips.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…” You muttered in response, stretching your leg across his laps and shifting your hips so you were straddling him, lips now only inches from his. “I heard it’s always best to take off wet clothes…” Your lack of recent flirting practice was showing, and you almost cringed at your own awful line, but the noise was stifled in your throat as he firmly pulled your lips to his. He breathed up into you, needy hands in your hair and teeth catching your lips as you smiled against him, settling your hips onto his lap. It didn't take long for his hands to fall to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh there in a way that made you whine, grinding down onto him ever so slightly.
“God, been thinking about this since I saw you walk into tonight…” he breathed against your collarbone, pressing a sloppy kiss there as you tried to catch your breath. You ran your nails through his hair as he did, and his teeth caught you, biting down and sucking in a deliciously painful way that was sure to leave a mark. It made your hips buck even more, so sensitive after making yourself wait longer than you ever would have for a one night stand, and you could feel him growing hard against you now. He pulled off your soaking top, leaving you in your bra and skirt as your fingers fell to his shirt buttons, deftly undoing them and running your hands over the broad expanse of muscle there. You needed him closer, but even as you pulled his chest against you, it wasn't enough. You needed him inside you.
“You look perfect like this…” he muttered, hands falling to your hips and rocking you back and forth against his length, your core throbbing, and you were already panting with need.
“Nanami…” You could already barely speak, wound up from hours of tension and obsession, needing release, needing something to alleviate the aching that was threatening to tear through you. “I…” The words didn't come, so you moved your hands to his trousers instead, trying to undo the button there but they were shaking. He caught what you were trying to say quickly, gently moving your hands and doing it himself, pulling himself from his boxers. He was bigger than you expected, the tip pink and leaking as it bounced against his stomach. You were impatient, not wanting to undress any more, setting yourself up perfectly above him and pulling your panties to the side. Your core was soaking, so ready for him, but his hands on your hips paused you. One trailed up to your face, holding you by the chin and pulling your lips to his.
“That’s better…” he whispered before releasing you, letting your forehead fall to his before you finally sunk down onto his cock. You both groaned with the feeling, your open mouths meeting briefly as you took more of him into you. The stretch was painful, but in such a perfect way it didn’t matter, and as your lips parted, your breathing got heavy in the small space between you. Your hips met his, and you moaned, feeling so completely and perfectly full. The hands that had settled on your hips moved to your ass and began to guide you up and down, gripping tight as you slowly lifted yourself off, savouring the feeling of him dragging inside your walls. Your arms draped around his neck, pulling him closer as you rode him until you were breathless, your sweat and pants filling the air between you. You were getting close quickly, the angle he was hitting mixed with the way your sensitive clit was grinding against him with every thrust. He was marking you now, hard love bites across your chest that made you whine, the sting delicious, and your hips started to stutter.
“I… oh fuck… I’m close Nanami.” It was electric, every single time he touched you sending you to new level of pleasure and you couldn’t help but moan unabashedly.
“Mhm… I’m close too…. never wanted anything… more than this… fuck…” His ramblings against your chest was enough to send you over the edge, blinding pleasure washing over you in waves as you felt him reach his peak too, hot seed filling you as you tried to catch your breath, body falling limp against his shoulder.
You showered together. Talked some more. Had another drink. Fucked again. He ate you out until you were writhing on the bed, screaming his name. Then you fell asleep with his arm wound tightly around your waist.
You woke up before him. Quietly collected your things and slipped out.
You wanted to leave your number. You really did. But even though you’d only met him a few hours ago, you knew he was the only thing that could keep you in the city. After everything you spoke about, everything you dreamed about with him the night before, you were done with the city. You needed out. You wanted back to your old life.
You had been offered a position at your alma mater a few months back. It was dangerous to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, so you had declined, but you knew now this way of living was much more deadly.
Maybe that was the reason you had been drawn to him. Maybe he was the push you needed to finally be who you were.
Ok I hated this so much and it was bugging me all night so I spent a lottt of time editing this evening and I’m a lot more happy with how it is now. I hope the improvement is noticeable lol
Day 6: One Night Stand
Nanami Kento x you
Contents: fem!reader x Nanami (JJK), honestly not very kinky and I actually hate this and it’s barely edited but here it is
W/C: 2.7k
So I think this is overthought and overworked and mostly just nonsense but I love this man and my brain ran away with me, I’ll make it up with filth soon don’t worry <3
Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3
You couldn’t place your finger on why, but the moment you laid your eyes on the man at the bar, you were drawn to him.
He had a certain presence around him, commanding. He was attractive, obviously, with neat, parted blonde hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He was tall too, and well built - a fact you could ascertain even though he was wearing a perfectly tailored pinstripe suit. Honestly, everything about him seemed perfect to the point of obsession - his tie knotted impeccably, the pin exactly straight and his shirt tucked neatly, even though it was long after the usual 9-5 hours.
But he looked tired. Drooping eyes with dark bags under them, and he hadn’t lifted his gaze from the glass of bourbon nestled in his hand except to ask the bartender for a refill. He seemed powerful and stoic, and he looked very much like you wanted to be alone. But just in case he didn’t, maybe you should give him an option…
You finished your drink, grabbing your things from the small corner booth to perch at the bar. You were only a few stools away now, but you were too nervous to speak to him directly, opting instead to order a drink from the bartender. The same as always: a martini, gin, dry, twist. The only ‘classy’ cocktail you could stomach. He nodded at you, moving to make it, and you watched, only drawn away for a moment to check yourself in your compact. You would probably have to freshen up after this drink but your make up was still relatively intact - one of the few perks of working an office job for years.
You put your purse away, looking up to see the bartender placing down your drink… that was wrong. It had an olive. You hate olives. You glanced up, not wanting to complain, only to see that he had his back to you. And there was no way in hell you were going to try and get his attention…
“Excuse me, Sir…” you heard a smooth voice say, and saw the man beside you lift his arm to beckon the barkeep back. “She ordered a twist, not an olive.” He was blunt in the way he spoke, but not rude. Commanding and polite. And he had noticed your order, noticed you. It made you blush.
“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I’ll remake it right away.”
“Thank you.” He replied, smiling wordlessly at you as he continued to drink.
“Thank you,” you managed to choke out, forcing yourself to ignore the anxiety ringing in the back of your mind, “I never would’ve asked.”
“It’s not a problem.” You smiled again, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going, but to your surprise, he was the one who continued, “I’m Nanami, by the way.” You introduced yourself just as your fresh drink was served. You thanked the bartender while he apologised profusely, although you couldn’t help but notice that he was aiming most of his regrets at Nanami.
“I haven’t seen you here before.” He muttered once the barkeep had gone, his eyes never wavering from yours.
“No, it’s my first visit here. My office just moved location to a few streets down, so I figured I would test some of the bars in the area.” You paused, cautious of how fast you were talking. Relax. “Do you come here often?” He nodded, taking a sip of his drink.
“Depends on how late I’m working, but at least weekly.”
“What do you do?”
You hadn’t realised how close you had moved to him until your knee hit his while you were listening to him talk. You must have been leaning in subconsciously, mesmerised by him, but by the smirk on his lips halfway through his sentence, he didn’t mind.
“Sorry, I’ve been going on… I have a lot of enthusiasm for anything besides my work…”
“What’s your plan then? If you don’t enjoy your work, what are you aiming for at the end of it?” He cocked his head at the candour of your question, a more serious expression falling over his face.
“I… I want a house by the beach. A life without working hours. Or maybe just a job that… makes a difference. A real difference to real people, not just to the top 1%. I don’t really mind beyond that.” He sighed, finishing his drink quietly. You could see a lot of yourself reflected in his attitude. You wanted nothing more than to escape the routine, the boredom of it all, the constant feeling of worthlessness you were burdened with from working in finance. You just wanted something outside of that monotony. Outside of the greyscale.
He laughed humourlessly, placing his empty glass on the bar.
“Sorry, I ruined the mood.”
“No, no, I was just… well, I was just thinking about how nice that sounded.” You smiled at him, but it took a moment to realise that your hand had fallen to his thigh. You blushed, embarrassed, starting to remove it but he stopped you, his own hand falling on top of yours. Cold, but not uncomfortably so, his long fingers wrapping around your palm, thumb drawing lazy circle on your wrist.
“Did you maybe want to grab another drink at mine? It’s only a few streets away and the bar’s closing soon…”
“I’d love to.”
It had started raining, and you hadn’t brought a jacket with you. Luckily, you didn't mind the rain, a fact he seemed appalled by when you walked straight out into it without batting an eye. He didn’t have much of a choice but to follow, your hand still wrapped in his. You were both soaking by the time you reached the lobby of his apartment building, dripping in the elevator as you made your way up the many floors. You watched the number tick up hand in hand, your head rested gently on his shoulder. It would’ve been a good time to kiss him, but something stopped you. Something told you if you kissed him now, the night would end. You would fuck and fall asleep in each other’s arms and then you would never talk again. You didn’t want that. You found him fascinating, and as much as you wanted to fuck him, you weren’t ready for the night to be over.
His apartment was gorgeous - panoramic views of the city, minimal but tasteful furnishings, and a beautiful floor-to-ceiling book shelf full to the brim of classic literature. You made a beeline for it as soon as you had removed your shoes, the first time since you left the bar that you had let go of his hand, although it somehow felt colder now it was gone. You recognised a few titles, running your fingers over the spines as you read the names to yourself, marvelling at the perfectly alphabetised collection.
“I don’t know why I keep buying them - I haven’t had a chance to read them all yet. Not enough time.” He had moved beside you, arm touching yours with a warmth you hadn’t expected. He had taken off his suit jacket, his shirt almost completely dry beneath it, a welcome feeling next to your bare arms.
“I’ll help you.” You mused quietly, “We can divide and conquer.” He smiled at that warmly, his eyes seeming to brighten with it. After a blissful second, he seemed to come to his senses, tearing his eyes away from you and sighing in a way that suggested frustration with himself.
“Oh I’m sorry, you’re soaked through, let me get you a towel…” Before you could object he had rushed away, and taken his warmth with him, but he had left you smiling like a school girl.
After you had dried off just enough to not drip rainwater all over his floor, he offered you a drink. You accepted gratefully, and he motioned you to his sofa. You sat at the far end, curling your legs up so you could face him. There was something hypnotic about the way he moved. It was almost lyrical, the fluidity of his arms as he reached to grab a pair of tumblers from his cupboard, the ease with which he opened the scotch bottle, the ever so slight strain of his shirt buttons as he walked. He handed you the drink, fingers brushing slightly, and you thanked him, taking a sip and nestling it carefully in your palm. He had sat close to you, achingly close, the side of his thigh pressed tightly against your shins. It was comforting.
You couldn’t help but watch as he got comfortable in his own home, removing his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves, meticulously intruding and folding his tie, placing it carefully on the table next to the cufflinks, undoing just his top shirt button, allowing you to steal a glance at his collarbone and the hollow of his neck. You wanted nothing more than to run your tongue across the pale skin there, hear his groan into your ear…
You snapped out of your daydream when he started to talk, taking a sip of scotch to wake yourself up.
“I’m glad you moved to sit at the bar tonight.” You nearly spit out your drink.
“How do you…” You hadn't seen him look up from his drink once all evening, so you weren't sure when he had time to notice you…
“I saw you come in.” You laughed in disbelief, a playful smile falling across your lips, but he looked serious. “You looked tired. Frustrated. You were squinting at your phone and nearly bumped into three people on your way to a booth.” Jesus, he really had noticed you. “And then you put your phone away, and I could see your whole body visibly relax. You were just watching people, looking at the world go by. I couldn't tell, but I thought you might've been…”
“What?” You whispered, whole body tense as you listened to him speak about you in such vivid clarity.
“Sad. You looked sad, at the lives other people seemed to have. The joy. Not jealous, just… resigned to the fact you don’t have that.” God, he was good. You chuckled without warmth, casting your eyes away from his and to your drink.
“You should be a shrink, you know…”
“No I just… I know that look.” You smiled, tucking your legs up to your chest and draping your arm across the back of the sofa. He wrapped his arm around your legs in a way that seemed instinctive, natural even, pulling you into his chest just a little bit, just enough to feel that gorgeous warmth emanating from him again. “So, what does your future look like? Away from a corporate life?” He echoed your earlier question, and you thought for a moment, gazing into his eyes, hoping for some inspiration.
“A cottage in the countryside, maybe in a historic village somewhere. A sprawling garden with runner ducks and cats and fruit trees. A vintage sewing machine and a record player and a library.” You paused, taking a sip of your drink to try and pull yourself away from your imaginary life before you got too attached. “I just want my future to be something… relaxing, and beautiful. Something or somewhere I can be content. And if I have to work, let it be somewhere I can make a difference. Even if I’m not happy, as long as I’m making a difference...” He began to run his fingers across your thigh in slow circles, his deep brown eyes scanning your face with an intensity you’d never seen before. It was… recognition. Acknowledgment.
“To being content… or making a difference.” he muttered, raising his glass to you, and you repeated the toast, lightly touching the rim to his before finishing the last of it.
You had just started to talk about something trivial when he noticed you shivering. You honestly hadn't even realised, so hypnotised by him that you didn't quite feel real, your body taking over while your mind just let itself admire him. His hand slipped over yours, a concerned look crossing his face.
“You’re freezing.”
“I’m fine, really…”
“No, you’re shivering. Let me get you a blanket or…”
“Or…” you paused, placing down your glass and allowing your now free hand to fall to his chest, “maybe you’ll could think of a creative way to warm me up…” His whole demeanour shifted, the worry replaced with a dark expression, a smirk falling to his lips.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…” You muttered in response, stretching your leg across his laps and shifting your hips so you were straddling him, lips now only inches from his. “I heard it’s always best to take off wet clothes…” Your lack of recent flirting practice was showing, and you almost cringed at your own awful line, but the noise was stifled in your throat as he firmly pulled your lips to his. He breathed up into you, needy hands in your hair and teeth catching your lips as you smiled against him, settling your hips onto his lap. It didn't take long for his hands to fall to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh there in a way that made you whine, grinding down onto him ever so slightly.
“God, been thinking about this since I saw you walk into tonight…” he breathed against your collarbone, pressing a sloppy kiss there as you tried to catch your breath. You ran your nails through his hair as he did, and his teeth caught you, biting down and sucking in a deliciously painful way that was sure to leave a mark. It made your hips buck even more, so sensitive after making yourself wait longer than you ever would have for a one night stand, and you could feel him growing hard against you now. He pulled off your soaking top, leaving you in your bra and skirt as your fingers fell to his shirt buttons, deftly undoing them and running your hands over the broad expanse of muscle there. You needed him closer, but even as you pulled his chest against you, it wasn't enough. You needed him inside you.
“You look perfect like this…” he muttered, hands falling to your hips and rocking you back and forth against his length, your core throbbing, and you were already panting with need.
“Nanami…” You could already barely speak, wound up from hours of tension and obsession, needing release, needing something to alleviate the aching that was threatening to tear through you. “I…” The words didn't come, so you moved your hands to his trousers instead, trying to undo the button there but they were shaking. He caught what you were trying to say quickly, gently moving your hands and doing it himself, pulling himself from his boxers. He was bigger than you expected, the tip pink and leaking as it bounced against his stomach. You were impatient, not wanting to undress any more, setting yourself up perfectly above him and pulling your panties to the side. Your core was soaking, so ready for him, but his hands on your hips paused you. One trailed up to your face, holding you by the chin and pulling your lips to his.
“That’s better…” he whispered before releasing you, letting your forehead fall to his before you finally sunk down onto his cock. You both groaned with the feeling, your open mouths meeting briefly as you took more of him into you. The stretch was painful, but in such a perfect way it didn’t matter, and as your lips parted, your breathing got heavy in the small space between you. Your hips met his, and you moaned, feeling so completely and perfectly full. The hands that had settled on your hips moved to your ass and began to guide you up and down, gripping tight as you slowly lifted yourself off, savouring the feeling of him dragging inside your walls. Your arms draped around his neck, pulling him closer as you rode him until you were breathless, your sweat and pants filling the air between you. You were getting close quickly, the angle he was hitting mixed with the way your sensitive clit was grinding against him with every thrust. He was marking you now, hard love bites across your chest that made you whine, the sting delicious, and your hips started to stutter.
“I… oh fuck… I’m close Nanami.” It was electric, every single time he touched you sending you to new level of pleasure and you couldn’t help but moan unabashedly.
“Mhm… I’m close too…. never wanted anything… more than this… fuck…” His ramblings against your chest was enough to send you over the edge, blinding pleasure washing over you in waves as you felt him reach his peak too, hot seed filling you as you tried to catch your breath, body falling limp against his shoulder.
You showered together. Talked some more. Had another drink. Fucked again. He ate you out until you were writhing on the bed, screaming his name. Then you fell asleep with his arm wound tightly around your waist.
You woke up before him. Quietly collected your things and slipped out.
You wanted to leave your number. You really did. But even though you’d only met him a few hours ago, you knew he was the only thing that could keep you in the city. After everything you spoke about, everything you dreamed about with him the night before, you were done with the city. You needed out. You wanted back to your old life.
You had been offered a position at your alma mater a few months back. It was dangerous to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, so you had declined, but you knew now this way of living was much more deadly.
Maybe that was the reason you had been drawn to him. Maybe he was the push you needed to finally be who you were.
Kinktober Day 7: Secret Relationship
Spencer Reid x you
Contents: fem!reader x Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), oral sex fem receiving, flashbacks, ooey gooey feelings
W/C: 3.2k
Ok so I’m behind again, oops, but I’m proud of this one! Again, not the kinkiest but I got carried away with the fluff and I also got into a cipher-related rabbit hole so I hope you enjoy regardless :))
PS: This is also a love letter to pre-boyband hair season 5 Spencer, AKA my favourite hair era, as depicted below
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“Do you want to grab some coffee?” A voice whispered beside you, a touch too close to be just colleagues. You smiled uncontrollably, heart rate picking up as his hand brushed across your back.
“Sounds good.”
That’s how you found yourself pressed against the door of the copy room, Spencer’s lips on yours, his hand up your skirt.
“We’ve got time, baby…” He practically whined between kisses, bucking his hips into yours.
“Spence! We have…“ you checked you watch absentmindedly, “5 minutes until briefing.” He grinned.
“I take that as a challenge…”
His head started to dip, moving to kneel down, but you grabbed his hair with a fake gasp of disbelief, pulling him back up to his usual height, looming over you.
“Oh honey, I don’t doubt you could, but I’m not sure these walls are soundproof.” Your fingers moved to his cheek, and he sighed into your lips, his hands returning to your waist and squeezing.
“But you left so early this morning, I didn't have time to start your day right…” You were grinning ear to ear, noses bumping into each other clumsily, and you whimpered into his mouth as his teeth grazed your bottom lip.
“I know, I know, I’ll make it up to you later, I promise…” You kissed him one last time with finality, pushing off the door and smoothing your skirt, but he was slightly less keen to leave, pressing himself against your hip as he helped straighten your hair and lip gloss. “I should probably leave first. You clearly need a minute.” He huffed behind you, but you had already slipped out of the room, heading into the bullpen as if nothing had happened.
You’d had a crush on him for a long time before anything happened. You joined the team a couple of years ago as a linguistics and code-breaking expert - something that was surprisingly helpful in the cases the BAU took on. You’d harboured years of butterflies, coy glances, occasional hand grazes… and you thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding it. You’d known it was unrequited - he never so much as looked in your direction unless he was asking your opinion on something he was working on. It was starting to get to you. Your feelings had slowly been growing, swelling in your chest as you watched from afar, to the point where you had considered transferring departments. And then it all changed.
It was a case in California; a serial killer who was carving encrypted messages into his victims posthumously, only you had no idea what cipher he had used. You and Spencer had been working tirelessly for days to crack it while the rest of the team were searching for physical evidence, and it was a distraction you were grateful for. Even though you were working alone with him in close quarters, it was one of the few times you could briefly forget about your feelings, too consumed with your work to allow yourself to think about him.
It was night 3 of sleeping at the station. JJ had predicted it was going to happen, moving your go bags from the hotel to the precinct on the first day, and you and Spencer had been taking turns napping on the small couch whenever you physically couldn't keep your eyes open. You were sleep deprived and strung out, but you were close. You could feel it. You knew it wasn’t a shift cipher or some kind of alternate alphabet converted back and forth - you had exhausted every possibility of that days ago. You had been testing more complex ciphers, Garcia running everything imaginable through software to attempt to decipher it, but with no luck.
“What haven’t we tried?” Spencer muttered, pacing the room after a last ditch attempt at some kind of converted polybius square. Garcia was on speaker, confirming that she had tried every option available to her twice over.
“I mean, at this point, it could only be some kind of complex Vigenère cipher that somehow hasn’t been deciphered through Garcia’s software, or…” You didn’t even want to say the other option aloud - just the thought that three days work would’ve been completely wasted sent a shiver through your body.
“Or it’s a one-time pad.” Spencer said what you were too scared to, collapsing on the sofa with a sigh.
“A one-time pad? Is that the…”
“Unbreakable cipher. Yeah.” He confirmed.
“Unless…” A thought struck you, and you stood to the whiteboard you had set up in the room, scribbling down the ciphertext from the first body and converting it to numbers. “We need to think about this from the unsub’s point of view. He wouldn’t use a true OTP because if he truly wanted to hide this code, he wouldn’t carve it on his victims. But, the key might not be random.”
“Yeah, but then it would’ve been picked up on Garcia’s systems…”
“Not if each body had a different key….” You had written and converted the next two bodies’ codes while you were speaking, and you stood back briefly, showing Spencer what you had written. “We’ve been collating the messages and running them as a whole, but…do you see a pattern?” He paused, eyes scanning over the board frantically, and then he calmed visibly, a wave of realisation hitting his features. You smiled as he saw what you did, standing quickly and grabbing another pen to scrawl the keys beneath each.
“The Bible.” He whispered. “A Vigenère is hardest to break if the key is as long as the plaintext. Seven letters. Six letters. Nine letters. Genesis. Exodus. Leviticus.”
“It might work.” He nodded, brow furrowed in thought as he stared at the lettering.
“Let’s try it.” He wrote the corresponding letters as you did the sums, converting them back to the alphabet and - to your shock and relief - it was making sense.
P. L. E. A. S. E. H. …
E. L. P. M. E. I. …
C. A. N. T. S. T. O. P. J. …
“Garcia, can you read the last body please? The one we don’t have photos for yet…”
“No need.” Spencer muttered, writing it down without glancing up. You forgot how immaculate his memory was sometimes.
“Thank you.” It was seven letters. Perfect. You wrote numbers, he converted, you did the sum and muttered the letters aloud…
A. M. E. S. T. O. L.
“James. James ‘tol’? Is that a name, or the start of one?” Garcia asked over the speaker, but Spencer wasn’t listening, muttering to himself as he moved to the files quickly, flipping through them.
“No, I…” You answered for him, “I think Spence is onto something Pen…”
“Get Hotch on the line.” He barked, finding what he was looking for and bringing it to you.
“Hotch here…” A tired voice rung out in the small room just as you realised what Spencer was showing you, a gasp escaping your lips.
“It was David.” He breathed immediately, his words tumbling out at a breakneck speed. “The message on the bodies said something about James followed by T-O-L, and that reminded me of your interview…”
“David kept referring to a colleague throughout the interview, a James, that ordered him around a lot…”
“If he kills again, I bet the phrase would be completed. James told me to, maybe?” You mused, and Spencer nodded.
“Garcia, have you got his file.”
“Yes, I’m opening it now and… oh my god.”
“What is it?”
“He had a brother called James. Hung himself when David was 11.”
“And all of his victims died from strangulation.” The pieces had fallen perfectly into place.
“Address?”
The unsub’s home had been closer to the hotel, so Hotch and the rest of the team went to his listed address, leaving you and Spencer to wait nervously in the precinct. You were pacing frantically, knotting your hands as the sound of your heavy boots echoed throughout the room. Spencer cooed your name calmly, and you turned to him, blushing lightly. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, leant forwards with his arms on his knees looking up at you with… a look you’d never seen before. Concern mixed with something else, something foreign to you. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced with a kind smile.
“Just sit for a minute. Try and relax.” You nodded weakly, perching on the edge and trying to still your racing heart, leg bouncing and hands still twisting in each other with nervous energy.
“Sorry, I… I know we’ve done our bit now but I hate not being there when the team are apprehending him…”
“I know what you mean,” he muttered. You sat in silence for a few minutes, mind racing with what might be happening. What if he was armed? What if he’d decided to shoot his way out? They could all be dead right now, and you would have no idea….
Spencer’s phone rang. He stood, answering it quickly. It was Emily, and you heard him mutter a few affirmatives, smile playing across his features.
“Did they…” You asked as soon as he hung up, and he nodded.
“Yep, it went perfectly. He’s in custody, and they’re on their way back now.” The relief you felt was palpable, a sigh falling from you as he sat back down on the sofa next to you, sinking into it and resting his head back, mirroring your position.
You hadn’t realised your leg was still bouncing until his hand fell to it. Your breath caught in your throat as he squeezed lightly, stilling you effortlessly. He was so warm, slender fingers fanned out across the space just above your knee, and it took a moment for you to compose yourself. You turned your head, and he was already gazing at you, the mysterious expression from earlier back, his dark eyes meeting yours with warmth.
“You were incredible today…” He muttered, hand still resting on his leg, and you couldn’t help but blush. He was the most intelligent person you knew, and likely would ever know, and even without your feelings being involved, a complement from him was about the highest praise a person could get in your line of work.
“Thank you, but I couldn’t have done it without you…”
“Bullshit.” He whispered, and you laughed.
“Ok, maybe I could’ve, but it would’ve taken me twice as long.” He chuckled then, eyes scanning over your face with an intensity you only saw when he was trying to analyse something. It felt as though his eyes were boring into your skin, and you had to look away, heart near beating out of your chest. His hand shifted slightly on your leg, and oh sweet Jesus you just remembered it was still there. It had a strange affect on you - like when you put a harness on a cat and they suddenly couldn’t walk. You were frozen solid, trying to breath and staring at the ceiling.
Then his hand touched your chin. It was light, delicate, just guiding your eyes back to his and it wasn’t until that moment you finally realised what that look had been, the one you couldn’t identify. It was a reflection of what you had been feeling for months. The longing, the restraint, the need that swirled up inside you every time you stole a glance at him, and now, seeing those same emotions in his soft eyes, it was sobering. He wanted you too.
He moved first, gently pulling your lips to his and kissing you, light as a feather. It was tentative and sweet, so unsure and your body took a second to process that the thing you had been imagining for years was actually happening. And then you smiled, hands moving to the base of his neck, fingers twisting into his gorgeous hair and you pulled him back to you, lips clashing in a kiss full of years of pent up desire and desperation. You felt his body relax under your touch as the kiss deepened, his hands wandering to trail your waist and hips, before tangling in your hair and holding tight, pulling you closer. You had twisted until you were practically on his lap, hands falling to his shirt and bunching it up as his tongue finally hit yours, every bone in your body turning to jelly as you tasted him. It was magnetic, everything you had wanted for a long time finally coming to fruition and you couldn’t even break away for a second of air, so lost in him that breathing was no longer important.
And then the Precinct door banged open, and you jumped away as though you had been electrocuted. You laughed, cursing quietly as you tried to smooth your hair, tousled from his hands, while he just smiled, gazing at you.
“Spencer!” You whisper-shouted at him, still grinning uncontrollably, and he finally moved, straightening his shirt and placing his jacket over his lap. You giggled like a school girl, standing and moving to the whiteboard to try and convey a more believable working situation, and to put some distance between you and him, not sure how well you’d be able to hide your smile if he was so close to you.
You still jumped when Rossi opened the door to the room, although, you were more surprised when he didn’t speak. You turned to him, confused, and he pointed at Spencer. When you followed his eye line, you realised he was pretending to sleep, head slouched to one side and mouth slightly parted. He looked beautiful.
It had been six months, and you were stronger than ever. You honestly weren't sure how you were still keeping it a secret. You had had years of practice when you were just pining after him, sure, but it was a hell of a lot harder to not give anything away when every time you looked at him, you got flashbacks to the night before. Even if the team somehow did suss out a vibe, no one said anything, which was something you were grateful for. Spence was a lot better than you at masking his feelings, so anyone who noticed something probably assumed you just had a crush on him. Which was true enough.
You had managed to avoid looking at him the entire briefing, which was honestly a miracle, but your mind was ever so slightly distracted by your rendezvous in the copy room. As JJ spoke, you heard something about male victims, and she might have mentioned Tennessee, but all you could think about was that travel meant your date night plans were cancelled. And you were always cautious in hotels - too close to your other colleagues. It was hit or miss; sometimes, the fear of it was fun, the idea that someone could knock and catch you in the act, but if you had adjoining rooms with any of your teammates… well, them hearing you scream his name might just be a bit awkward. So, naturally, all you could think about now was finishing what you started earlier. You wanted this meeting to be over, to get him somewhere private and to let him completely wreck you before the long plane ride, to get this idea out of your head so you could focus on the case at hand. And then, at last, came the magic words…
“Wheels up in 20.”
The team dispersed quickly, and you caught Spencer’s sleeve just before he left the room.
“My car?” You muttered, earning a grin.
“Change your mind, baby?”
“Shut up.” You smiled. “I’ll meet you down there…”
“What’re you doing?” You practically whimpered, as he opened the passenger door instead of joining you in the backseat. He chuckled.
“Just making space.” You were about to ask what for, when he deftly moved the seat forwards, before getting in the back. Oh. You grinned as he pressed his lips to yours with hunger, backing you into the corner and you let yourself be dwarfed by him. His fingers trailed your collarbone, to your waist, and gripping onto your thigh with urgency. You whined as his lips left yours, earning another soft laugh. He managed to fit his tall frame mostly in the footwell, pushing your skirt up to your hips as you bit your lip, admiring him. He was so beautiful, the way his hair fell over his face, his earnest eyes, almost pleading in the way he looked up at you, his long fingers that so deftly moved your panties to one side.
“Can you…” he muttered gesturing to his hair, and you giggled, hand running through the front locks and holding them away from his face. Your leg draped over his back as his head dipped, tongue going straight to your folds, lips circling your core and kissing your sensitive bud with a hum of contentment. Your body relaxed into him, moan escaping your lips. He’d always been enthusiastic about eating you out, and you’d never complained about it. He was good. Really good. And today was no different.
He was lapping you up, relishing every taste and you were getting closer to your orgasm with every circle around your clit, cunt clenching around nothing.
“Spence…” you managed to gasp out, writhing in the seat, “fingers…” He didn’t hesitate for a second, one of the hands firmly holding your thighs apart trailed down to your centre, two fingers slipping into your soaking core. Your groan was filthy as he found that spot that made your toes curl with such perfect precision it was blinding.
“Oh god Spencer…” you choked out between moans and pants… “baby I’m so close…” Your hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groaned into you, sending a wave of pleasure through you that sent you over the edge into that searing hot pleasure you were so used to receiving from him. He held onto you as you rode it out, his tongue still circling you until you were finished, finally stopping when you started to whine and squirm from overstimulation.
“Fucking hell, Spence.” You muttered, as he gently returned your panties and carefully let your skirt fall back around you. You watched in awe as he quickly licked his fingers clean, but it was mostly pointless, as his lips and chin were covered in your slick. You giggled.
“You might have to rinse your face before you join the team.” He grinned, pressing his lips to yours with force, and you could taste yourself on his tongue, making you hum into him.
“Now you will too.”
After a quick clean-up in the parking lot toilets, you both joined the rest of the team, entrances tactically staggered. For once, you couldn’t help but look at him, stealing glances as much as possible, watching as his hands scanned pages as he read and all you could think about is what those hands were doing to you just minutes earlier.
When you started looking into the case, you would be focussed, fully invested, but… you just wanted to stay in this headspace a moment longer. A happy one. A scary one still, for sure, but a fun kind of scary. A hopeful kind of scary. It was peaceful. And peaceful moments were rare in your line of work. His eyes caught yours, sending you a soft smile, and you knew you were in for the long haul, no matter how many people you had to lie or, or how much time you had to hide it for. It was all worth it for the moments of peace with him.
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Day 8 - Forbidden Relationship
Obi Wan Kenobi x you
Contents: smut/drabble, fem!reader x episode 2 Obi Wan, corruption kink
W/C: ~600
Soooo I’m so behind but I swear to you I will post all of these chapters!! It just might be a little late. The next few should be faster though - with some of the more ‘vanilla’ prompts on my list I feel like I have to write more background to make it worth the read, but the kinkier ones are just going to get straight into it lol
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“I shouldn’t be doing this…” He muttered into your neck, and your walls fluttered around him in response. He said it every time, and yet, here he was. There was just something arousing about knowing your pussy is so fucking good it had a Jedi crawling back for more, breaking his covenant over and over just so he can fuck you.
The first time was intoxicating. You knew that he was a virgin - it wasn’t hard to tell - and you were apprehensive, but it didn’t matter that it didn’t last long, or that you didn’t orgasm… The power you felt. The control. Getting to coax him through it, seeing his face when he first pressed himself deep into your velvet core, knowing that you were corrupting a Jedi knight... It was like nothing you had ever experienced.
The second time, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. He was needy and desperate, lips and fingertips ghosting across every inch of your skin like a man starved. A man who had been deprived of pleasure for so long and now, he couldn’t help but indulge.
The third time, you went down on him. Took your time, letting your tongue run up and down his shaft, swirling around his head and smearing his precum gently before you took him completely into your mouth. He was a mess by the time you finally obliged his whines, his tip hitting the back of your throat with a moan from you. The look of pure pleasure and surprise on his face when you swallowed every last drop of his load as he came down your throat.
“But it feels so gooood, doesn't it?” You drawled, and he groaned pitifully. You’d lost count of the amount of times he’d promised it would never happen again, that he needed to stop, and yet here he was, buried to the hilt inside you. It was only recently that he’d realised you didn’t derive the same kind of pleasure as he did from your hookups, and he practically begged you to teach him how to help you out. You weren’t exactly going to say no to that. So you showed him how you touched yourself. Made him watched as you reached a climax.
The way he blushed afterwards… You loved the way it made you feel. His innocence. And how easily you could break it.
And now, his hand delved towards your folds, and you moaned as his thumb brushed across your sensitive clit, hips bucking as he continued to rut into you.
“Right there, baby…” you whispered, kissing his neck lightly and twisting your fingers into his hair. “Stars that’s perfect, keep going…” He groaned and sunk his teeth into your bare breath, beard scratching the delicate skin.
“That’s it… oh yes that’s it…” he whispered as you came around his cock, whining his name and his own orgasm followed not long after.
As he lay on top of you, breaths heavy, you thought about how this is normally when he’d say it had been a mistake, when he’d leave and apologise and swear up and down that’s he’d never return.
But now, he sighed contentedly, fingers drawing lazy patterns onto your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. You smiled to yourself, knowing he was yours.
I’m still super behind guys, I’m so sorry!! I will get them out soon! Also, I need some mutuals to chat about fic writing with, so if anyone has similar interest and fandoms, please drop me a message!!
Also, I know I don’t have loads of followers or notes on a lot of my posts, but I’m so so proud of the amount I have for where I’m at, so thank you. And for whoever does follow my account, I really appreciate all of you and I’m sending all of you love and care!!
Day 9: Hate Sex
Joel Miller x you
Contents: fem!reader x Joel Miller (TLOU), smut, kinda dubcon (??), not well edited
W/C: 1.4k
I love Pedro Pascal and I love Joel so here we go!!
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"Oh Joel, why are you so angry?" you muttered, watching as he gritted his teeth. You moved towards him slowly until you were a breath from his face, eyes boring into his. "It wasn't me who messed up that deal. It was my brother. I'm just the messenger…"
"Bullshit," he spat. "Tess told me you were there, and I'm inclined to believe her, not you."
"Look, if you wanted the goods so badly, you should've come yourself…"
"It was a fucking deal, and you went back on it."
"Not my choice."
"You play so fucking innocent," he muttered, venom in his tone as he moved slightly closer.
"You know exactly what you're doing."
"And what's that?" The air was charged suddenly, and you couldn't help but flirt a little. You enjoyed pissing him off, and you could see his anger, but you also couldn't deny how insanely attracted you were to him—especially when he was angry.
"You're…" You edged closer again, just inches from him, and watched as he tried to get his words out, eyes scanning your face. "Trying to get a rise out of me."
"Am I?" You glanced at his lips pointedly, and he maintained the same infuriating eye contact. There was such intense hate seeping from him, and you couldn't help but smile.
"You're insufferable." You swallowed, questioning your next move, but then you glanced down to see the tent in his trousers.
"You sure about that?" He snapped, forearm against your collarbones and pressing you against the door with a force that almost winded you. You laughed at the outward display of aggression, but he cut you off as his lips smashed into yours. It was violent and instinctual, his arm moving to the base of your neck. You gasped up into the heat of his mouth as he applied some pressure there. He growled as your body responded, leg wrapping around his waist and hips grinding into his.
You couldn't breathe, his lips continuing to press against yours combined with his forearm against your neck, and it just made you buck into him more. He laughed darkly into your mouth, the taste of him frustrating you. You had started this. Teasing him. Goading him. Trying to get him to snap. And now that he had, you wanted to play hard to get, to resist him, to carry on hating him… but you couldn't. Your body was betraying you.
It wasn't until your nails dragged down his forearm that he let up, the sudden access to air making you moan just as the hot furnace of his mouth left yours and fell to the sore spot on your neck where his arm had been.
"What are you doing…" you finally managed to gasp between whimpers, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as his own pressed your hips firmly to the wall.
"Just shut up," he grumbled, pulling you harshly from the wall and pushing you towards the bed. You had been flipped over before you could say anything else, and you couldn't help but grin as you felt his hand come down across the back of your ass.
You were glad he was being ruthless. If you were being honest with yourself, you had wanted to fuck Joel for a long time—something about his low, Texan drawl and slutty jeans that made you press your legs together. But you just wanted to fuck him. In this world, there was no space for relationships, just animalistic, filthy, hateful sex. You wanted to be used, to be thrown around to his liking, to be spanked and choked and slapped because if you fucked like that and never really spoke, there would be no room for feelings.
You were so caught up in the moment that you barely registered Joel's hands grabbing at your pants. With fumbling fingers, you managed to undo the button, allowing him to swiftly slip them off your ass. The cool air hit your exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Without warning, his hand cracked against the soft flesh of your backside. This time, the impact was more intense, a sharp sting that radiated outward. A feral moan escaped your lips, and you instinctively pressed yourself back towards him, craving more of his touch.
The back of your thighs made contact with his own, the heat from his body seeping into yours. You could feel the hard length of his shaft pressing insistently against your folds, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to mask the sensation. Unable to resist, you ground back into him, relishing in the friction. The movement provided a slight relief from the relentless aching in your core, but it only made you want him more.
“Jesus, fuck me, Joel.” You groaned as you continued to press into him, and he just shoved you against the bed in response, leaving you face down in the sheets.
“Just shut up.” He grumbled and you started to situate yourself. You moved to your hands and knees, how you’d assumed he’d want you, but he pressed you down and forwards, tearing off your underwear and climbing on top of you. You were completely at his mercy. His body weight was on you, you were pressed to the bed on your stomach, completely flat, only really able to lift your head. You even couldn’t see what he was doing. You should be scared. But you weren’t. For some reason, even though you fucking despised him, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. Well, not without reason.
There was no warning as he grabbed you roughly by your hips, so tight it was painful, slightly pulling them up and positioning you just right before sheathing himself into you completely in one swift, merciless thrust. The noise that was pulled from your throat was primal and unrestrained, almost a scream as every inch of his think member sunk into your core. He was big, so much bigger than you expected, and the sudden intrusion left you aching and gasping for air. You ached from taking all of him so quickly, but it was a good ache, a delicious fullness that had you seeing stars as he hit that perfect spot inside you. His own groan was addictive, deep and animalistic, a sound that reverberated through you. He tried to muffle it by sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder, the sharp pain making your cunt clench involuntarily around him, drawing another low growl from his throat.
He dropped your hips, one hands moving to your hair, gripping it tightly at the roots and twisting, forcing your head down against the bed. His other hand remained planted firmly beside you, supporting his weight as he loomed over you. You really couldn’t move now, hands scrabbling for purchase as he pulled out slowly, the drag of his cock against your sensitive walls almost unbearable. Then, without mercy, he slammed back into you, setting a punishing rhythm that left you gasping and whimpering beneath him. Your body was no longer your own, your total lack of composure making every sensation stronger and more devastating, every single one of your muscles turning to jelly, head spinning. You could feel the pressure building embarrassingly quickly, your impending orgasm coiling tightly in your core, and he could feel it too.
“Getting close there, doll.” He growled out, voice breathy, and you grit your teeth.
“Fuck… You… Joel..” You could barely breathe, using the last of your breath and focus to cuss him out, gasps and moans in between each word giving you away. It a few more smacks across your ass, the skin there feeling red raw and he grabbed the soft flesh, using it as a handle almost to pull you back into his hips. It worked, and within moments you had locked up, pussy pulling him further into you as pleasure washed over you. It was white hot, skin tingling all over as he continued to fuck you through it.
You were shaking by the time you were done, every thrust into you sending jolts through your body of building pleasure and overstimulation.
“Joel…” you muttered, a pathetic whine that escaped before you could catch it.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He moaned sarcastically. “You feeling sensitive?”
It was going to be a long night.