Kinktober 2023 - Blog Posts

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Infected! Leon S. Kennedy x Fem! Reader.

(kinktober day 1 ; breeding kink.)

idea was given to me by a lovely anon 🫶 (I don't have the ask cuz im an idiot and accidentally deleted it after writing this)

Tags ; kitchen sex, dirty talk, mentions of a lactation kink, soft dom leon.

MDNI.

It's been a few days, Hunnigan said this would pass in a day or two, that the vaccine should work quickly.

Yet right now you're getting pounded by Leon. He doesn't even look like himself, black veins running across his whole body, his sclera a shade of crimson.

“Don't spill it baby, keep your eyes on the bowl.” He groaned into your ear, pumping his cock into your cunt, you having cummed a while ago, the foamy ring around the base of his cock proving that fact.

“S-sorry.” You slurred, bent over the kitchen counter as you tried to mix the cookie batter properly in the bowl. But your mind is more stuck on the fact that there's pounds of cum just leaking out your pussy. You can't even count how many times he's came inside you, nor how many times you've came around his cock.

“I'm gonna get this pretty belly all swollen up, hm? What do you think about having kids?” He spoke, not stuttering once as his thrusts remained rhythmic. His balls slapping against your soaked pussy. “Yes- Mmgh- I wan' them.” You moaned out, your mind wasn't even working properly, your legs gave up a while ago, he's just holding you up by your hips at this point.

“That's right, you want my babies? I'll make sure you get them.” He huffed into your ear, speeding up his thrusts. “You'll look so pretty all swollen up, my pretty princess. You'll let me suck your tits, right? When they're all sore and heavy?” He spoke right against your ear, nibbling and licking the lobe.

“Yesyesyesyes- God yess!” You moaned out, arching your back and throwing your head back, cumming around his cock. He took this opportunity to grasp your head and lean his head back, sticking his tongue into your mouth and kissing you sloppily, drinking up your babbles and moans. “You're so cute.” He laughed, letting go of your head to dig his fingers into your hips.

His thrusts got sloppier, he groaned and gently bit down on your shoulder, rutting into you like a wild animal.

“God- Leon!-” You moaned, seeing stars as he pumped his load into you. Inhumane amounts of semen filling you up to the brim. There was no way you wouldn't get pregnant. “God your pussy is just- Sucking me in.” He groaned into your shoulder, nuzzling his head into your neck, rutting his hips slowy while the last strings of cum pump into your womb. The excess cum just spilling out your cunt and onto the kitchen floor, you felt light headed now.

You sighed in relief as he was finally done.

That was he slowly pulled his cock out, before slowly sliding it in. “Let's move to the bed, I'm tired of standing.”

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This was like, the sweetest somno fic ever??

kinktober day thirteen: somnophilia kink

>>> y'all i worked breeding into the plot again officer take me away!! i just love soft and domestic sho, and it also totally feels like something he'd love!!

>>> starring: shouto todoroki x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: fingering, oral (fem receiving) somno, breeding, reader hates working lmfao, creampie obviously, mating press. >>> wc: 2.6k >>> event masterlist

 shouto loves relaxing. he was sure this was something everyone enjoyed, until he met you. you seemed to stay occupied at all times, delving into hobby after hobby to keep yourself busy. being professional heroes was draining enough, he thought, so why were you indulging in running clubs and extra gym sessions? why did you spend more time learning new recipes and anxiously cleaning the house these days than lounging in bed with him watching tv like you used to? of course, his first assumption is that he has done something to push you away or upset you, as he’s prone to doing. he’s naturally aloof and a bit distant, all things he tries to push past to connect to you, the only person who makes him feel warmth were his coldness usually lies. you know how he is, how he can come off a bit frigid and almost mean without thinking about it, or how he struggles to read your body language and cues—always missing the hints you throw him. you’re used to it by now, far more accommodating than a grown man like him deserves, so he figures this time he needs to get to the bottom of this and make it up to you and prove he can be in tune with your emotions too. 

you had grown restless, but it wasn’t all your husband’s fault. you felt so out of place these days, feeling awkward in your own role in life. you enjoy being a hero some days, other days you can hardly motivate yourself to get out of bed. work had become monotonous and meaningless, the streets of japan were safer than they had been in years past, so most of your days were spent patrolling and training if they weren’t consumed in paper work. you felt stagnant, and things were only complicated further by your conflicting emotions. all your friends from school were retired to spend time with their families or in the process of retiring to go home and take care of their parents or kids—and then there was you. a family would be…perfect, but it was a touchy subject with shouto and you didn’t want to press the matter just because you needed a change in life. so yes, you started tinkering around with hobbies to try and get your mind off of things, knowing you had accepted the possibility of not having children when you agreed to be his misses todoroki. he hadn’t taken the possibility completely off  the table, but you knew he wanted to broach the subject whenever he was ready. so you started using the home gym a little more, picking up books your girlfriends recommended, even working on your cooking skills all in an effort to feel something other than bored.

you didn’t associate your issues with shouto, still acting as normal as possible in other regards other than your drifting away. you really didn’t think he’d notice given the lack of emotional fluency he had, hoping if you could replace the void growing within you that everything would go back to normal and you could be as happy as you were five or ten years ago. but he had noticed, of course. he missed his wife alongside him, but it wasn’t his fault that he had trauma associated with family and was unsure of himself as a father. it certainly wasn’t his fault that when you got married right out of high school you hadn’t cared—knowing that you love him either way. this is still true, of course, but back then you hadn’t imagined  you’d feel this way, this tired of the life you worked so hard for. so ready for the next chapter, especially as ochako welcomes baby midoriya number two and you’re left in charge of the elder brother at the hospital. 

the little boy was only about four or so, absolutely adorable and the image of his father. he was a giggly kid, clinging to his “auntie” with excitement to meet his baby brother or sister. ochako called as soon as she was sure she was in labor, and you dropped everything to go support your closest friend, not that you needed an excuse to leave work early anyway. shouto was still working, of course, as a top five hero he was often kept busy. but that left you to wrangle the toddler on your own. it was way easier than you expected, even with the energetic little boy bouncing all over the waiting room waiting for his dad to come get him. he still conversed with you and ate his lunch like a good boy—though that’s because his parents were so good at raising him, but what would you expect from them? 

all the day proved to you was that you weren’t just making up solutions to your problems, having a family really is what you want. but still, you love your husband more than this want, so you’ll double down on your hobbies until you find something that sticks. 

he reads your texts over and over, waiting on you to get back from the hospital. he had set up a date, truly romantic when he tries to be, and when bakugou answers his calls. following his advice, he had your favorite dinner made and the dining room table was intimately set. ochako had her second baby, and that threw a minor wrench in his plans even lthough he was overjoyed for them, and for you for being their dependable friend in that moment. he sits at the table, all the food keeping warm in the oven as the wax of the candles starts to wane. he had flowers, wine, all the things he knew to try and connect with you and get to the center of your sleepless nights. 

when you walk in, he stands, smiling sheepishly. you smile back, though it doesn’t reach the entirety of your eyes. then you notice he’s guarding the table, and you creep closer. “hey, honey.” 

“welcome home, sweetheart.” he nods, stepping aside to show you the lovely dinner scene just for you. your heart melts a little at his effort, knowing it was always a great show of his love to do something like this, much preferring cuddle sessions and shared showers over grand displays of affection. 

“aw, shou.” you pout, giving him a big hug, “this is so pretty, to what do i owe the pleasure?” you giggle like everything is normal. he hums in thought, slender arms holding your waist as he stews over what to say. 

“you’ve been distant as of late.” he says without a trace of malice or disappointment. his words catch you by surprise–he did notice. he lets you go, pulling out your chair and tilting his head for you to sit. “why?” 

you clear your throat and sit, any charade you wanted to drum up crumbling in your brain. you can’t lie to him, but how could you approach this without feeling like you’re betraying his trust and wishes. you sigh. “i… i’ve just been trying to find new hobbies.” 

“you’re hardly sleeping, and i feel like i never see you anymore.” he frowns, making his way to the oven to retrieve the dinner the chef made. “what is it really, sweetheart? do you feel as if you cannot talk to me? is it something i’ve done?”  

you chew the inside of your lip as he assembles food on your plate. “i don’t enjoy hero life anymore. i’m ready for the next chapter, to feel important for other reasons.” you reply, not wanting to make him at fault for your whirlwind feelings as of late. 

he takes in what you say, smart enough to connect some dots. the picture you sent him of you holding baby midoriya in your arms and big brother proudly sitting on your lap was the happiest you’ve looked in some time. “the next chapter…as in, motherhood?” 

you look up at him, studying his mismatched eyes for a hint of how he feels. you sigh, “i know, i know. i guess that’s why i’ve been a little withdrawn…i feel bad about it, i know what you want.” you chuckle sadly, sipping at the wine provided. “really, i’m trying to get over it, i guess. maybe we could get a dog?” 

now he was disappointed. not in your desires, but that you put his possible feelings above your actual ones without ever speaking to him about it. just like you, he had changed as well. he wasn’t the same unsure eighteen year old he was when you married him, and though he still held trauma from his childhood, he had long accepted the concept of being a father since you were by his side. he could do anything if he was with you. he cuts into the meal and gives you a sympathetic glance. 

“you should have told me. a family…i think i’m ready for that, if you’re saying you’re ready to stay home in that way.” he hums, knowing you wouldn’t put yourself in harm’s way after becoming a mother. you gape at him, replaying his words over in your head. 

“wh–i don’t want you to do it just for me.” you double down, blindsided by his revelation. had you really put yourself through all of this for nothing? 

“i would do anything for you.” he replies instantly, and he meant that with no restrictions. “but i had considered it again around the time izuku welcomed his first.” 

“meaning you were ready four years ago?!” you almost cry out just from the shock alone, and he chuckles softly. 

“not ready to have one then, but i knew i would want some eventually. now is a good time. we’re stable. you made me nervous.” he sips at his wine, eating his food nonchalantly. 

“i made you nervous? i–” you sputter, still grappling with the fact that shouto was more than willing to try for a baby. 

“i thought i messed up, you were drifting from me. i wish i had known all you wanted was a child.” he hums thoughtfully, a full plan coming together in his head to comfort both of you. “and you haven’t been getting enough sleep for weeks, so i’ll make sure you get both tonight.” 

you took that to mean that he’ll fuck you to sleep, another thing he’s prone to do at times. so you shower and meet him in bed, trying to repress your giddiness. you didn’t notice the devious smirk your husband gave you as you sink into his arms. he pulls the blankets over you both, leaning in to give you the routine kisses before bed, and then he turns over like he’s going to sleep. 

you look at the ceiling in the dark with confusion. did he forget or change his mind? 

“you have to go to sleep before i’ll give you that child, sweetheart.” he speaks into the night, making your heart pound with a mix of frustration and intrigue and warmth at how he cares for you, as worked up as you were for him now, you groan and turn over. your brain is quiet as it’s your heart that races for once, and eventually you’re able to drift to sleep. 

he waits a few hours to make sure you’re good and asleep, his whole plan would be ruined if he woke you up. shouto loves you more than anything, and he hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he was worried. you had to be well rested, especially if you hoped to give him a baby after all. so only when he hears your quiet snores and deep breathing does he scoot closer, gently positioning you on your back. you dressed in a little nightgown in anticipation of him anyhow, so it was easy for him to locate your waiting bundle of nerves. he rubs you carefully, drawing small circles over your hood as you squirm the slightest bit beside him. he slides his fingers down to the familiar hole beneath, nodding at the feeling of slick appearing, your sweet body was responding to him. he crawls between your legs and carefully pushes your nightgown up over your chest, completely bewitched at the sight of your nipples perking up and goosebumps covering your perfect body. 

he thinks it’s almost ridiculous to think he wouldn’t want children with you. you’ve been in his life since his ua days and no one knew him like you did. you were someone so clearly meant to be a mother, it would be a crime not to give you the family you deserve. he easily parts your thighs, massaging and kneading the thickness he finds there as he lowers his face to your slick cunt. he’s always so gentle, but no time more than now as he hopes to remedy all your problems in one fell swoop like a good husband should. he laps at your center, angular nose bumping against the sensitive clit nestled above until he can hear your breathing change. he didn’t think he’d like it this much, but knowing that your body responds to him even subconsciously has his dick growing in his pants. you taste just as good as usual, growing wetter against his face with every passing second. he slides his fingers in, needing to know when you came. you spasm around the digits as his mouth focuses your swollen clit, and he knows you won’t take much longer. he may need his time understanding emotions and the like, but he knew your body like he knew his own. a few more flicks of his tongue over your nub and pumps of his fingers tickling your insides has you unraveling, and even in your sleep you look majestic cumming on his face. 

he shoves himself out of his boxers, admiring the way you still jerk when he presses his his fingers to your sensitivity. he draws your thighs around his slender hips, angling his pretty cock to your folds. he nuzzles the length along your folds to coat himself despite the pre oozing from his pink tip, taking a second to enjoy that sight in and of itself. then he sheaths himself, careful not to hiss too loud. you feel amazing, clenching him so tight even in the r.e.m stages of sleep, it’s almost too much for him to process. this was the first attempt at a baby, a family he never imagined himself having until he married and matured with you. it’s intoxicating, really, the way he rocks his way into your waiting pussy, silky walls guiding him in and out without any resistance. he has to bite down on his lip not to grunt and moan at how you feel, promising himself that he’d stay quiet and fill you to the brim. he pushes your legs to your chest, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. you only pant softly as he draws in and out of you, figuring this deep angle would be the best for his seed. 

all you did was follow his orders, getting the rest he demanded in exchange for his cum, even though he really won in the end. getting you to sleep, getting to see your body recognize and beg for him, getting to shove his cock deep and impress himself on your womb was more than a fair trade. a soft grunt slips past his lips as his hips stutter. his balls feel unimaginably heavy and then they don’t, his heavy load being fucked even deeper by the determined man you married. even when his warmth pools around his own dick as it goes soft inside you, he doesn’t quit, rolling his hips until he’s too sensitive to continue. 

he’s the one that doesn’t get any sleep that night, watching you sleep with his seed tucked in you only inspired him to take breaks and keep pumping you full, resigning himself to rest hours later  when he can’t possibly cum anymore.

Kinktober Day 12: Somnophilia

With Polnareff

Cw: somnophilia (obvs), overstimulation, creampie, oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving)

The last month and a half had been absolutely grueling for Polnareff. Sure, he’d been away from time to time, but never this long, and his trips were never that dangerous. It was safe to say that Polnareff was more than happy to finally be home, to finally be able to let his guard down and see his lady again.

He had returned home around midday, surprising you as you put away groceries, quietly coming in and helping you finish before saying anything. You had screamed in fear, and then excitement as you realized the intruder was your Jean.

“Jean,” you called, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. He’d backed you against the refrigerator and kissed you until you couldn't see straight before pulling away and greeting you. You had spent the rest of the day catching up with Jean-Pierre and fussing over him, treating the remaining scrapes and bruises that littered his body. You had also cooked his favorite meal for him, despite his protests that you don’t have to lift another finger for him.

The two of you had gone to bed, both thoroughly exhausted by today’s excitement , cuddled up against each other, sleeping in what Jean called ‘French style”, though most just called it sleeping nude. He wasn’t particularly wrong though, Southern France was known for its nude beaches. You fell asleep thinking about how the two of you would have to go on vacation to Nice again now that he was home safe.

Polnareff had woken up early the next morning, sighing contentedly knowing that he had nothing to worry about today except what to wear and maybe what drink he would have with dinner. The rising sun was a rich orange color as it began creeping through the blinds, allowing Polnareff to take you in, tracing his fingers down your side, admiring the slopes of your body, running his large hands along the curve of your ass and down your thigh, eliciting a soft sound out of you. Suddenly he felt as if he had neglected you the night before. A beautiful woman, his beautiful woman had waiters on him all day and he hadn;t even had the decency to eat her out. Where were his manners?

The two of you were very comfortable and sexually liberal when it came to each other. and the list of things you had agreed against was quite short, nothing that would ruin the sheets, mostly . He remembered all the time he had woken up to you giving him sleepy morning head, your plush lips wrapped around his cock, whimpering softly as you bobbed your head, making strands of your messy hair fall in your face. He could always return the favor.

He thought about how much he had missed you as he let his hand fall lazily between your thighs, nudging them apart just enough for him to slide his fingers right where he wanted them. His pointer and ring fingers traced along your labia, while his middle finger dipped between your folds, gathering some of your arousal and returning to slide along your clit, drawing another whine from your lips. When he was finally satisfied with how wet you had gotten under his touch he moved from his place behind you and eased himself between your legs, kissing up and down your thighs before, burying his face where he wanted to be most.

Polnareff was always content to eat pussy, but this was different. It felt like it had been forever since he had made love to you, and he had spent his entire trip terrified he wouldn’t make it home. But he had, and now he was here, listening to the soft sounds of pleasure you were making above him, and the way your thighs squeezed his head and your hands pawed weakly at the sheets had him throbbing and unconsciously pushing his hips into the mattress as he eases two fingers into you. God, you were making such a mess on his face, but he didn’t care, he didn’t want it any other way.

“Jean,” you whine, your hands finally finding his hair and tugging at it gently. He can’t tell if you’re still asleep or not, but he doesn’t care because it's obvious that he’s making you feel good. Finally he decides he can’t take it anymore and and carefully crawls up the bed, resting his weight on the one hand whole the other rubs up and down your side as he dips his head down to kiss your neck, leaving a sloppy combination of your arousal and his saliva as he does. The hand not supporting him moves between your bodies and finds his sensitive erection and lines it up with your entrance, easing into you slowly and groaning when he bottoms out inside you.

He sits up and rests his hands on your waist, his fingers wrapping around your hips and his thumbs rubbing along your belly as he slowly rolls his hips against yours, feeling how wet you are and how well you take him. It’s enough to drive a man to madness.

“Fuck,” He breathes, fighting the urge to just pound into you, but this was about you after all.

“I missed this so much, Jean,” you whisper, drawing his attention away from how horny he is.

“Me too. How long have you been awake, mon chou?”

“Long enough, now come on,” you tease, bumping your hips against his, making him drop his forehead to yours and groan. “Do you want me on top?”

“No, this is about you,” he hums, pulling out and teasing his tip against your clit making your body jerk at the sensation.

“I see. From behind then,” you question, rolling your hips away from him and sliding your leg up to give him a better view of your ass.

“If that’s what makes my lady happy,” he replies, flipping you over and pushing back into you smoothly, one hand squeezing your hip, guiding you into his thrusts and the other pushing a palm into the small of your back, letting him have a deeper angle.

Before you know it you’re a shaking mess beneath Jean, pathetic noises falling from your lips every time his hand brushes against your skin, drool pooling on the mattress beside your head. Every move you make is jerky and uncalculated and your hips rut back against his involuntarily, further overstimulating yourself.

Jean pulls out of you slowly, groaning at the sight of cum oozing out of you, a mixture of his pleasure and yours. It was enough to make him want to go again, but he wasn’t sure he could do that without your brain melting out of your skull, so he just lays down beside you and pulls you back into his body. You whine at the contact, but quickly relax into his arms.

“How was that, mon Coeur,” he questions, brushing your hair from your face and wiping as much of the drool away as he could with his thumb.

“Mhh, Jean, it was s’good,” you slur, grabbing onto his forearms tightly, still trying to ground yourself despite Polnareff’s body pressed against your back. “Was too good.”

“Never heard that one before, I’ll be sure to stop when you tell me not to next time.”

“Jean,” you whine, tilting your head back to get a glimpse of your messy-headed lover.

“I’m kidding, I’m always a servant of love,” he laughs, pulling you closer.

“Jean?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sleepy again.”

“Then we’ll just stay in bed.”

💲🐖 Put Your Money where your mouth is. Oink. (Female OC x Paypig reader)

• Warnings: Paying behaviour, human ATM, money slave to a femdom, soft femdom, blackmail, non consensual humiliation and soft financial domination, soft bullying, the femdom is my female OC. SFW.

∆ MINORS DNI? Viewer discretion is advised. Safe for work. ∆

Summary: You were going to be owned, completely, financially by a bratty bachelorette who shoves you past your limit and wallet to entertain her at her own party.

🥴 Author's Note: First time writing more humiliation stuff (fun fact I am slightly stressed so gimme your monei) hope it's good guys and happy Halloween!! 1.9k words!💲💲💲And to Yall little cash piggies, send my Kofi or paypal some love and plenty of cash 🥱just do it cause piggies don't get a say so, I do.

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It isn't love at first sight but a deep reverence when you lay eyes on… Her. Lucky for you, you aren't going broke anytime. Famous last words until paycheck day.

"Like, honestly," the redhead woman clicks her tongue, tone deliciously condescending. "I'm doing YOU a favour."

Laura fingers the stack of random dollar bills on the high bar table across from you, taking her sweet time counting all your hard earned cash right in front of your sweat dripping face.

"See how good I'm treating your– Hah!– I mean, it's MY money now. You should practise more gratitude in your life before someone else does it better for you." Like a slave, you find yourself nodding along agreeingly to a woman you barely knew.

She sounds pleased with herself for a second as she mentally totalled the amount in her hands, then a flicker of her smokey gaze sets on you in hardened dissatisfaction and your body shivers in delightful cold sweat. The good kind that buries itself in the lower part of your jeans. You never knew you could be this turned on in your life.

Helplessly, your eyes track her newly bridal manicures combing through the money you tributed her, as she hums along to the song being played overhead, a classic nude shade matching her cocktail dress though tastefully chosen– you know in your heart of hearts that it could've been done better. She could've and should be treated to better things. 

A goddess like her, albeit a not-so-single stranger you just met and got pressured into joining the fun, deserves even more. 

Exaggeratingly you clear your throat to be heard over the surrounding chatter, heart hammering in it when you gesture politely to her hands. "Can I pay for your nails? When you want new ones, of course." 

In nervous wait, you dare not to make eye contact until sensing her sharp gaze on you.

Her electric pink lips purse upwards before she releases a genuine laugh at you, making her abundant auburn curls bounce over her bare shoulders. "Awww how sweet… Oh you would like to, now wouldn't you?"

Laura checks her nails under the soft light like she's assessing how much of your offer is deserving of her acceptance… Not that you would know what a goddess like her is thinking, you could only anxiously (and excitedly) guess in your stuffy seat. 

"Well? Don't waste my precious time, it's nothing like yours." She snaps, one hand tightly gripping the tribute money while she pointedly looks at her empty open palm expectantly and beckoning for more. More of the hidden money in your large pockets.

Hesitantly, with an obvious nervousness at this interaction, you fished out a large crisp bill from your wallet and placed it carefully in her open palm. Hoping the amount would please her.

- $1000 

"Wow… Wooooww, I can't believe you're trying to be a smartass little piggy," Laura scoffs viciously, easily crumbling the bill in her hand to make a show of her point.

The degrading nickname she called you had sent multiple electric waves down to your… growing arousal.

"A thousand dollars isn't nearly enough for the kind of nails I want. I can't believe you tried to trick me, Me. Do you know who I am?!" 

Your mind instantly answers that she is a goddess, unlike your delayed mouth. "N-No?" Crap.

"A worthless virgin piece of shit like you should be bowing to me right now, heck, you should feel grateful for every second you BREATHE in my air. Get down on your knees, pig." There was a slight mutter of disgust beneath her breath as her ruby lips curled in displeasure, sending you to instantly bow forwards and fall onto your knees like a loose Russian doll. 

Her disgust further grew at the sight of your eager and willing display to please her.

No doubt some of the bar patrons' curious gazes skirt to you like, some bubbles of laughter towards your display of obedience while most ignored what was going on. You just became another piece of entertainment for an uncaring and leering audience.

"Hmph. At least you can listen, that's not too bad… But I can't believe you're actually doing this. This is so embarrassing for you, ugh." Laura giggled almost delightfully into her hand after a quick glance down at you by her feet. 

"Now go make yourself a little useful and get me and my girlfriends some bottles."

And you did. The server coming by had to bend down to take your order from your position on the floor, an uncomfortable look from them all the while smiling professionally.

Laura didn't talk to you for the rest of the party, just chit chatting with the ladies and other people with a full glass of bubbly. It was difficult to convince yourself to change sitting positions to relieve the burning numbness in your thighs and legs when you'd sense Laura's overwhelming grey gaze over you as if to check whether or not you listened well. 

The smallest quirk of her auburn eyebrows gave you the feeling while she wasn't exactly pleased- she had approved, even without sparing another word. The tingles across your spine from knowing that was wonderful.

You felt that hours must've passed but in reality the night had just begun.

Excusing herself for the restroom, Laura got off the bar stool and in the process accidentally her heels half-stepping on your thigh, gifting you sharp and hard pain. She let out a laugh as she disappeared to the back of the bar while you swear you could still feel the indent and shape of her stiletto heels.

A cute mousy woman looks down at you with eyes shining in concern before returning her attention to the rest of her drunken friends at the table. "Don't you guys think she's being a little mean to that poor man?" 

The drunkest woman hiccuped and smacked the table, loudly scoffing. "Oh please! He wants to be here, it's his choice- if you were really worried about him then you would've tried to pull us all away from here. But you didn't, so it's not that bad." 

"A pathetic fuck is what that is, the poor guy." Another friend of Laura's laughed snidely, downing a shot from the third round of drinks that you paid for. 

You were just there, an existing humiliation as the conversation continued to flow above your head— soon enough the women forgot about you as more desserts and colourful drinks were served

Meant the lighter your wallet felt, it didn't matter because you loved every throbbing second of it. 

You were becoming Laura's personal walking ATM machine. Disposable.

.   .   .

Sephora shopping sprees with a group of beautiful women sounds like a dream come true, especially when you've been dragged along by Laura every week– it wasn't a problem after the first month or so but she ignored your tiny protests to meet her despite her knowing you had work today. It's not as if she cared about you or your hard-on.

 Nothing stopped her from pressuring you to call in sick like a 'loser pig' while the invisible pressure belted around your neck squeezed pleasurably tighter as Laura verbally forced you to spend more than your consented limit.

Looks like you were going to have to cancel the restaurant reservations for your nieces and nephews or survive off the impending doom of pennies remaining in your bank account.

The only thing you couldn't cancel was the uncomfortably taunt and hardcore boner taped against your inner thigh. An order by Laura and her friends for shits and giggles. 

They never checked to see or asked if you really listened to their words. They didn't need to. 

You know they don't give a shit about you, the fact cementing itself pleasurably in your mind as none of your messages to your mistress received any replies. She only texts you the necessary details, nothing more and you loved it.

— 'Ashlee Avenue. Raven's spa. Tomorrow 4 PM.' 

'Yes, Madame.' The only appropriate response.

.   .   .

But there are unfortunate times where you've made her unhappy. Just to what extent, you were about to find out her wrath. 

On the pristine marble flooring of her bedroom in her shared penthouse. Her fiancè at the pool, lounging under the sun and barely batting an eye when you were ordered around. 

"I'll say this once nicely, piggy, since you're going to be MY pig and anything I own should have somewhat of a brain cell left in their pathetic skulls. Am I right?" Laura's voice viciously echoed in the large room, her auburn hair lit like an intimidating smouldering flame against the entirely white walls and decor.

"Y-Yes, Madame." Instantly you answer obediently.

"Good, good! See you're not so stupid, piggy… Understand this from now onwards, if you aren't making me happy or trying to, then I'm gonna have to be the big bad wolf and blow you away." Laura let out half a cackle at her own joke before collecting her composure and continuing, looking down her sharp nose at your dog seated position in plain judgement.

She slowly lowers herself to a deep squat, serious eyes levelling an inch right above yours as she leans in slightly close, wrinkling her nose at the 'stench' of your pathetic desperation to be fully hers. Her next words almost took you out of consciousness from the shock and pleasurable terror. 

"I'll blow your fucking reputation to the ground by posting about you attempting to fuck me, Mr Assistant manager, an engaged woman. You can say bye bye to your career and family if you even have any. The fucking point is, I'll destroy everything you're apart of and make sure your name is too ruined for you to get back up on your feet—" 

Laura cut herself off for a short intake of breath, playfully glaring at you as if you had tired her mouth. "So if I were you, unless you want your boss finding out about you trying to steal somebody's wife, be ready to oink whenever I call for you. It's simple instructions just like opening that big fat wallet of yours for me, don't you agree, little piggy?"

"Y..Yes—" Her glare narrowed on you in warning. "— Uh, oink. Oink!" 

Your brain must've fried itself on the high dosage of dopamine and horniness as you realised you were sounding out the words instead of making the actual noises a pig would. It was pathetic either way, your attempts too.

"Oh you can do better than that, I know you can." She tutted, smug in her absolute power over you. "But… practice does make perfect. Animals like you need to remember their place. Now next time oink louder, cheap piggy." 

For her, you did. 

🐖🐖🐖

Within the year, you've 20 000 dollars tributed to your Mistress. Everything was worth it but nobody could ever find out about the true degenerate that you are.

"Piggy piggy," a lazy beach-themed manicure hand beckons you to come closer on all fours towards the edge of the swaying hammock, the rough sand beneath grinding painfully into your bare knees and palms as you did your best efforts to oink despite the delicious exhaustion.

Laura admires her nails under the bright sunlight and barely acknowledged you, as your nose caught the faintest whiff of the expensive feminine perfume you've bought for her clinging onto her slightest tanned skin. "You still got your savings right?" 

"Oink oink oink!" You hoped your voice conveyed an eager 'yes.' 

"Good, good. You'd be even more useless to me if you're penniless so soon. I've drained one of your wallets high and dry huh?" She laughs without a care in the world, as she should.

"Oink oink!!!"

Yes, Mistress. 

End.

「 ✦ Day 26: Masturbation ✦ 」

Warnings: Masturbation, tenacle kink, a bit of edging, first time writing smut, semi-proofread, Has been beta read

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Luna was watching her favourite hentai, getting so turned on by the octopus tenacles going in and out of the girl's wet pussy, watching and listening to her moan and whine every time the tenacle exits her, Luna's favourite part. She so badly wants to fuck herself but knows she'll be punished later by her girlfriends once they find out that she pleased herself while they were away. 

Not being able to take it anymore, Luna sheds the shorts she was wearing and spreads her knees just far enough apart for her hand to enter her pussy. She moans at how wet she is already, and it's not even 20 minutes in the video.

Luna pushes one, two, three fingers deep in side her pussy moaning at the stretch and stimulation, she continues watching the video, fucking herself along to the same rhythm as the tenacles thrusting in and out the poor girl, who seems to be enjoying herself far more than she should.

*squelch*

*squelch*

*squelch*

Are the sounds Luna's cunt makes every time she thrusts her fingers in and out, edging herself more and more to an orgasm, but still holding back, wanting to climax at the same time as the girl in the video.

The girl's moans get louder and louder, white cream dripping down her thighs every time the tenacles thrust deeper and deeper into the girl's cunt, Luna thrust just as deep wanting more and more, pleasure, she uses her thumb to flick at and play with her clit after every hard thrust.

Two final thrusts the girl's jaw slacks, a silent scream coming out as she climaxes, Luna going off the edge shortly afterwards with a thrust more than the girl's, clear white liquid leaks down the girl's inner thighs, stars shooting behind her eyelids, the tenacles thrusts turn into gentle thrusts, helping the girl ride out her orgasm, Luna using her fingers to help her ride out her orgasm too, slumps over the laptop, chest heaving, breathes coming in pants, as she slowly recovers from her first of many orgasms, she slowly pulls her fingers out, groaning lightly at the sudden emptiness, and licks her slick off each digit.

She pauses the video to give herself a break, as she knows that this video will go on for another 30 minutes, she takes deep breathes, pulling herself up, stiffening as she hears a throat being cleared, Luna whips her head over her shoulder to find her two girlfriends leaning against the door frame, Amanda with her arms crossed over her chest and Kimmy with a devious smirk stretched on her face, "what do we have her love?" Kimmy asks Amanda with faux innocence, "a naughty bitch, that's what love" Amanda answers stalking towards Luna.

Luna knows she's in for a long night but fucking herself was so worth it.

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I hope you enjoyed this, as stated in the warnings, this is my first time writing smut in full, feedback would be much appreciated.

Word count: 476

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Hey everyone, so this would be my first time writing full on smut, so please take it easy on me, and this is mostly to practice writing smut and such scenes,

I haven't written any of this in order nor have I actually written all of these in October,

I mostly write when I feel inspired or have a vague idea of what to write.

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Purple means short - less than 500 words

Pink means medium - more than 500 words

Blue means long - over 1,250 words

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Day 1: Pegging

Day 2: Roleplay (WIP)

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Day 19: Voyeurism (WIP)

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Day 26: Masturbation

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

llewyn davis x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: face sitting

warnings: piv sex, obvious face sitting, oral (f receiving)

word count: 1.4k

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

(a/n; there's a part inspired by this post, hi @my-secret-shame <3)

Today was one of those days. Not especially a tiring one, but a long one, one that seemed to drag out forever, that felt like was never gonna end. 

You had understood this the second Llewyn joined you at your table at the Gaslight. 

He didn’t tell you much; didn’t need to. He had an expressive face, but you liked the idea that you had somehow come to know it all by just looking at his eyes.

He had quietly settled beside you, capturing your lips in a kiss before lighting himself a cigarette and watching the act in front of him until the time would come for him to play. 

The day only seemed to get painfully longer as he got on stage, having to witness Pappi taking advantage of the situation to hit on you despite knowing damn well that Llewyn was your boyfriend; he would punch him in the face if Pappi wasn’t the one to let him play at the Gaslight, if he wasn’t contributing to the rare occasions for him to make some money.

The moment you got home is the moment you truly realized how done he was, how exhausting carrying the weight of his day over his shoulders had been.

You watched as he hastily and messily kicked off his shoes, throwing his coat over the nearest surface, and you followed closely as he quickly beelined to the bedroom to then sprawl onto your bed, tapping his lap to invite you to straddle him. 

So you did, knees as either side of him, his hands gently rubbing up and down your thighs as he told you about his never ending day.

It was endearing, the way he was looking up at you and smiling lovingly, as if it was the only thing he still had the strength for. You ran your hand through his hair as you listened to him talk, your fingers grasping his chin to kiss him once he was done.

Both of his hands grabbed the back of your neck to bring you closer and deepen the kiss, shifting to roam down your body once his tongue slipped inside your mouth. 

His fingers toyed and fiddled with the waistband of your trousers, and it didn’t take long for you to decide to remedy that, stripping out of your clothes as he mirrored your actions, sighing as you eventually lowered yourself down onto his cock while he lit a cigarette.

There is something so deeply arousing about this, about him nonchalantly smoking his cigarette while you are riding him.

It is a slow pace, almost lazy; a focused frown has grown over Llewyn’s face, cigarette tucked between his lips, one hand settled at your hips, guiding you up and down, his other hand trapping the stick between his fingers, momentarily pulling it away from his mouth to mindlessly blow the smoke to the side, eventually putting it out once it is done consuming. 

You lean to kiss him now that his mouth is accessible, his tongue mingling with yours, the familiar taste of nicotine in his warm breath.

His hand sets at your cheek while you kiss, shifting to tangle in your hair, setting over your waist when you pull away once it becomes necessary.

“Stop riding me” his voice is sudden, a bit rough, and you oblige. You stop, immediately interrupt the rolling of your hips, afraid something is wrong, but his thumb is gently rubbing circles over your skin so you’re even more confused. 

“I wanna try something” he declares as he shifts to adjust his position, tucking the pillow comfortably under his head. 

Your curiosity is piqued, you’re always eager to try new things with him. You raise an eyebrow and your mouth starts to gape to ask for what he has in mind, but he speaks before you get the chance to.

“Ride my face” he suggests as his hands settle back to your hips, and he feels you clench around him as he pronounces the words.

Oh.

You had experience in riding him, but not that way.

Llewyn had also eaten you out plenty of times before, but always in ways where he could control what he was doing, and where there were no actual risks for you to harm him.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you” you mutter just loud enough for him to hear, your hand coming to wrap around his forearm.

“Dove, if I suffocate in your pussy I’ll be the happiest man on earth.” he jokes, a playful, reassuring smile over his face as he squeezes your sides, a laugh slipping from your mouth. “You’re not gonna hurt me angel” 

You nod, the simultaneous feelings of apprehension and excitement pooling in your belly.

You lift a leg up to lift yourself up from his cock, a small whine leaving your mouth at the loss, shifting to then crawl and place yourself so you could straddle his chest.

“You’re sure about this?” you ask, looking down at him.

“A hundred percent. C'mon, get that pretty thing over my face"

You get yourself onto your knees, either of them caging his face, and he licks his lips as he takes in the sight above him, staring at the slick starting to drip down onto the insides of your thighs.

“If something’s wrong, slap my thigh real hard” you suggest. 

He scoffs, gripping onto your hips. “Sure thing, c’mon baby.”

You bite down onto your bottom lip, cautiously lowering yourself down onto his face, holding tight onto the headboard of the bed, careful not to put your whole weight down on him.

You can’t help the moan that slips from your lips; the first contact of his tongue over your folds feels heavenly, and a small gasp quickly follows when he pulls down onto your hips to bring you closer to his face, almost smothering himself in you.

“Shit, Llewyn” you keen, your head dropping as you bite down onto your lip.

His hand quickly comes to fist his cock, missing the feeling of your tight cunt around it though really, the taste of it and your sounds alone could work him to an orgasm.

Words can barely escape from your mouth, you're only able to deliver parts of them when he’s mouthing at your cunt like a starved man, licking into you like it was the last time he was ever going to.

“O-ooh yeah– just like that” you whine as the abrasive feeling of his beard against your sensitive skin brings an extra sensation, starting to really roll your hips onto his face, truly fucking yourself on his tongue, way less cautious about your movements now that pleasure has taken over your other senses.

“Baby, I’m close,” you breathe out after some time, – quicker than usual, frankly – struggling to get the words out between moans, the task so challenging when his nose starts rubbing against your clit.

He hums into you in response, the hand at your hip squeezing harder onto your flesh, the hand at his cock pumping it more firmly to make sure you would both cum at the same time.

Your eyes squeeze tight, nails almost digging in the wooden headboard when the feeling grows inside of you and makes your mouth fall agape, a long, broken, noise-complaint-worthy moan escaping as you cum over his tongue.

Llewyn’s low, deep grunt resonates against your sensitive pussy as he fists his cock and pulses into his own hand, the vibrations of the moans and grunts leaving his mouth prolonging your climax as you come together.

You climb off of him once it’s over for the both of you, placing yourself beside him, still standing onto your numb, shaking knees, your forehead resting against the brim of the headboard while you try to catch your breath and regulate the beating of your heart. 

“Good?” he asks, and you can hear the slight rasp in his voice after being deprived of air for some time.

“Are you kidding me” you chuckle, breathless. “That mouth of yours has other talents than just singing.” you turn and really sit on the bed, giving your quivering legs a rest.

You look down at him as he chuckles, his mouth and bearded chin glistening with your juices, the sight making your stomach turn in the best way possible.

Then it hits you, the delayed worry, the possibility that it might have not been enjoyable for him, or maybe even uncomfortable.

“Was it alright for you? Did I hurt you?”

“Did you feel me slap your thigh real hard?”

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

ellie williams x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: sex toys

warnings: vaginal fingering, overstimulation

word count: 0.5k

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

Your hand covered your eyes, a small whine escaping from your lips as Ellie slightly crooked her long fingers to hit that spot again, simultaneously holding the vibrator more firmly against your clit.

She could sense you were getting painfully close despite your attempts to wriggle away from the vibrator pressed against you.

"Come on, give it to me" she demanded, pressing the button on the side of the vibrator to increase the speed.

"Fuck– I can't," you croaked out as your legs shook from the stronger vibrations, every limb of your body feeling limp. You felt like you were melting into the mattress, all your energy having evaporated through your previous orgasms.

"Yeah you can. You're almost there" she raised an eyebrow as she looked up at you sinking the back of your head in the pillows, lewd squelching sounds of your juices every time she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

That packed vibrator you had found while on patrol was equally a blessing and a curse, and you should have known that that smug smile Ellie shot you when she found out it still had batteries that happened to work would lead you here, in this exact situation. 

Not that it wasn't pleasant, but Ellie wanted to make the most of that small object, and your multiple orgasms were the proof of that.

Your back started arching as she started drawing circles with the tip of the vibrator, biting down on her bottom lip as she drank in the sight of you being so sweaty and so damn wrecked because of her. Her gaze dropped back to your exhausted cunt, working to angle her expert fingers just right inside you.

You mouth dropped open in a strangled gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the pleasure from the vibrations on your clit and her fingers grazing that spongy spot inside of you expanded through your whole body like a warm liquid running through your veins, your heart rapidly thumping in your ribcage as she helped you ride out your high, keeping the same pace and same spot with her fingers and same pressure and pattern on your clit.

She withdrew when it seemingly became too much, your cunt softly twitching as you came down from your high once more, labored breaths and a breathy chuckle escaping your lips.

"One more?" she asked, challengingly cocking an eyebrow, holding up the small object still vibrating. 

You reached and squeezed her wrist in panic, quickly snatching the vibrator with your other hand from hers with the last ounce of strength left in you, earning a laugh from her.

"Okay. You did good" she muttered, leaning to leave a kiss at the inside of your thigh. "One last thing" she hovered over you, presenting her ring and middle finger to your face. You tilted your face up and took them in your mouth, sucking them clean and tasting your own juices, tongue wrapping around them.

"Good girl." she smirked as she withdrew her fingers from your mouth.

She brushed away the damp hair sticking to your forehead, making room to press a kiss there, your eyes closing from exhaustion.

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

rydal keener x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: slow and soft

warnings: angst, piv sex

word count: 0.4k

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

“Why do you have to leave” he complains in what could almost resemble a whine as his hips push languidly into you, as he holds tighter onto your intertwined fingers besides your head. Your free hand grabs the back of his head, burying into his soft, straight hair, pushing him down onto your face so your lips could meet.

You sigh into his mouth as his tongue slips into yours, that sweet feeling you know you will miss and long for the moment you will realize you’re apart for good.

You should have known it was a bad idea, falling in love with a man you knew you would have to leave eventually. 

“I don’t want to, believe me” you breathe out against his mouth once you pull away, brushing along his cheekbone with your thumb. “I’d stay by your side if I could” you nod, staring deep into his eyes as the inner corner of his eyebrows angled up in a weakened expression. "But Greece isn’t where I should be" you muttered under your breath, your own words making your heart break.

He grunts as he angles his thrusts deeper inside you, making you grab onto his bicep as your mouth falls open.

"You should– you should be by my side, it doesn't have to be about Greece" he declares before he lets out a strangled moan, squeezing your hand as his forehead presses against yours.

"And– give up the life you built here?" you ask, your hand traveling back up his arm, your thumb caressing the hollow of his neck.

"Yes." his answer is rushed, the idea of a second thought completely scratched. 

You chuckle, stunned by the absurdity of the possibility. Your heart still aches at the fact that he was ready to leave everything behind for you.

"I can't." you weakly admit as his head buries into your neck. “You’ll be okay without me. Find someone else, love her as much as you loved me, even more. I won’t be mad at you”

You feel his tears dampening your skin, his breath faltering in quiet sobs as he still continues to press light, gentle kisses to your skin as he thrusts slowly and deep into you. You bite down onto your lip as you feel your own tears starting to threaten your eyes and a knot forming at your throat.

The worst part of this is holding you tight knowing it's the last time he ever will, knowing you will be gone tomorrow.

—

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tagging some mutuals because I don't have a rydal taglist, feel free to ignore <3: @my-secret-shame @campingwiththecharmings @spacecowboyhotch @dameronshandholder @spider-starry @whatthefishh @missdictatorme @melodygatesauthor @midgardian-witch @foxilayde

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

poe dameron x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: love bites

warnings: mentions of sex... come on guys it's kinktober, so obviously. aside from the obvious ones because of the kink, I don't think it has any warnings!

word count: 0.5k

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

“Better make use of that scarf of yours” you’d told him teasingly, leaving a kiss at his shoulder when he examined his neck in the refreshers mirror.

The surface was covered in bite marks and hickeys, small trails of red and purple spots covering his olive skin, the contrast of the colors faint yet …noticeable by the quantity.

"It's not even cold" he murmurs, the tip of his fingers lightly grazing the area, head tilted to the side so he could access it.

You press yourself closer to him, your chest pressed flush against his back, your lips almost grazing his ear.

"Well, if you prefer everyone knowing what their commander did tonight…" you whisper, smiling, and he chuckles at your words, a snide smirk over your face as you wrap your arms around his waist, tucking your face in the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss over the fresh marks on his warm skin.

You hadn’t even meant to mark him that much, at first. 

It had been a long, prolonged session of languid, slow love making, and when you had changed positions and started ever so slowly and lazily bouncing on his lap after a couple orgasms, you noticed the thin, shiny overlay of sweat having built up over his neck, and you had been rather enticed by the idea of licking it off of him.

A low grunt coming deep from his throat had left his mouth when you tasted the saltiness of his skin as you simultaneously licked and kissed it, his hands gripping tighter and his fingers pressing harder onto your hips, guiding you up and down his cock as he threw his head back to give your mouth more access. 

Despite how pleasant it was at the moment, he hadn’t anticipated the remnants of your actions over his skin, and he should have known, considering how eagerly you had begun to bite and suck at his neck, the work of your mouth contrasting with the lazy rolling of your hips, the only energy left after your few orgasms now poured into abusing his muscular neck and tender skin.

He could not say he was mad at you, though. 

There was something exciting about seeing his reflection in the mirror, the colored spots over his neck standing out and proving he was yours, and you were the one that did this to him, that claimed him. 

Maybe if positioned correctly, the collar of his flight suit would cover them, and no one would know, and this option would be the most professional one, but the most boring one.

He could use a little spice, and he knew that everyone would notice but no one would actually dare asking questions about it, and something about this fact lit something in him.

"You know what," he starts, watching into your eyes as you lift your head from the crook of his neck and look at him through the mirror. A smirk grows over his lips. 

“I think I want them to know.” 

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

so... this is my first time trying kinktober, and I'm nervous lmao. it's a lot for me to process and writing all of this is a bit overwhelming which is why I decided that I won't be writing for all 31 days.

all prompts are taken from @flightlessangelwings, thank you for making this list!!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: love bites with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: bath/shower with jonathan levy

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: sex pollen with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕: slow and soft with rydal keener

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐: formal wear with steven grant

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: sex toys with ellie williams

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏: hate sex with blue jones

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒: lingerie with llewyn davis

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎: cunnilingus with poe dameron

!!please note that this post will be updated with the links once I post the fics, and I also only put the days I'm 100% done with for the moment. I'm currently writing for other prompts that aren't on this list yet, and I'll add them once the fic in question is finished. I don't wanna announce something I will never post in case I give up what I started writing or can't make it on time:)

(please reblog if you want to help me get more visibility on this lol)