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Kinktober '23 masterlist
Kinktober '25 masterlist
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Masterlist under the cut. **=smut
STRANGER THINGS
Steve Harrington:
Modern!Steve Harrington hcs
Steve "The Cat Dad" Harrington
Over the phone**
Peroxide and kisses
Snowed in
Day 1|breeding (kinktober)**
Robin Buckley:
Modern!Robin Buckley hcs
Day 7|Overstimulation(kinktober)**
Eddie Munson:
Happy tears**
Jonathan Byers:
Indiana!Jonathan vs California!Jonathan
Max Mayfield:
Modern!Max Mayfield hcs
Jim Hopper:
Modern!Dad!Jim hopper hcs
MARVEL
Natasha Romanoff:
Day 2|Thigh Riding(kinktober)
Peter Parker:
Dating Peter hcs
New year, favorite girl
Day 11|Virginity loss(kinktober)**
Oct. 6th//Cunnilingus**
Michelle jones:
Before the end of the song
Kate Bishop:
Dark Red
HARRY POTTER
James Potter:
The Diary
The Aftermath (Pt. 2 to The Diary)
Oral Fixation**
"Hey, Look, Mistletoe!"
Day 27| Sex pollen(kinktober)**
Sirius Black:
Day 9|Mirror sex(kinktober)**
Regulus black:
Day 28|choking(kinktober)**
MISCELLANEOUS
Tasm!Peter Parker:
Memories
Randall "Pink" Floyd:
Cassiopeia
Viscount Tewksbury:
Snowed in (v.2)
Edward Guinness:
Drowned Noise.
Enola Holmes:
Waltzing in the bathroom
Wednesday Addams:
Wednesday x Artsy!reader hcs
Ricky Bowen:
A Christmas party
Robby Keene:
Skates
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Day 15|Mask kink(kinktober)**
Quick fix (pt. 2)
Joel Miller:
Getaway**
Oct. 9th//Age Gap**
Reed Richards:
Mister Fantastic Gentleman.
Carmen Berzatto:
Carmy likes to de-stress after work.
Carmy doesn't let you near the kitchen--not even close.
omg can i request thisss https://x.com/sugarfemdom/status/1989820189412917651?s=46 with clark ??? the 0:26 time stamp was the hottest thinggg everrr!! reader being soo overstimulated that she’s running away from the pleasure and clark man handles her so he can go back to devouring her pussy and reader is just full on sobbing from how amazing it feels 🙈
explicit (18+) dommy bossy clark im so sorry this is so late but I love the vision and the vid im sobbinggg from the idea of him being like “no im done giving head when im ready not you” D:
Clark put a new definition to insatiable when he had his mouth between your legs. Never let you go to sleep or even tuck your thighs closed, would just bully you back into position even when he heard protests.
“Shhh, we’re not done yet. I’m not done yet,” he spat. Swirled his tongue back around your exhausted clit and licked up your second orgasm that had been trying to leak back out of you. Clark caught the pool with the tip of his tongue, holding eye contact and showing you just how serious and domineering he became when it came to eating you out.
Fully utilized the strength engorged in his arms to yank you around in all the ways he wanted you. Flipped you over to eat your pussy from the back, getting stray licks here and there to your asshole when the timing felt right. Grinned and kept his licking persistent when you whined louder and held onto the pillow beneath you, legs flailing around like a fish out of water.
When he’d flip you back over to face him after making you cum and scream again, you were red in the face with tears streaking your eyes from your drained out pussy quivering from the overstimulation. Clark loved putting you in this helpless headspace, adored the pretty way you cried for him when his tongue would dive right back in and fuck into you some more.
He slobbers all over your slit again with drool that mixed with your own cum, pressing some weight onto your legs so you stay sprawled out for him. Feels it when you’re fighting against his harsh grip but doesn’t let it phase him in the slightest, just closes his eyes and gets right back in his own little bubble like giving you head was strictly for him and his benefit, having little to nothing to do with you.
With a particularly hot suck right on the hood of your clit you can’t help the wail that tumbles out, shaking from your thighs to your feet from every sensation being too much on top of too much on top of too. much.
“Aww, you’re not giving out on me yet, are you sweetie?” he gently asks, tone so soft compared to his grip. “I thought you liked this. Thought you needed it after having such a long day at work, being Miss Responsible,” he raises a brow, kissing each lip of your pussy and tickling your opening with his tongue. “My baby deserves more, always deserves more. Even when she thinks she can’t handle it,” he bites down on one lip and sucks, a painful yelp leaving your throat when you uselessly kick your feet underneath him. “But she can. Trust me baby, she always can.”
You squeeze your eyes and feel like you’ve been lit on fire, trying to scoot away to the furthest part of the bed near the headboard, running away but to no avail.
“I…. I can’t!”
Clark is quick to pull you back, heaving you right back in your place and getting his open mouth back where it’s supposed to be. Doesn’t care if it’s painful when he jabs his tongue back inside to drag the wet that seeped out back to smother your abused clit.
“Shh. My poor baby. Aw, don’t do that. Keep your pussy facing me. Don’t run away. You think it’s too much now, if you try again I’m just gonna go harder. I’m going easy on you now, baby.”
When you yell, squirm, and tremble away from him one last time, surely on Clark’s last nerve he snatches you up by both your legs and yanks you so your bottom half is in the air and right back up to his mouth. Teeth pinch on your clit, reminding you of who’s following the orders and who’s the one giving them. It makes you gush on his chin, another wave of shivers and mewls later while you have no choice but to surrender as Clark’s meal in bed.
as most of u may tell im going through my ask box and trying to give the best i can give sorry if i take soooo long sometimes life gets in the way thank you so much for the love the anons the likes the reblogs it all makes me so happy and insane thank you so much!!
duncan who always tries to stop you from sucking him off because he has this idea in his head that it’s too much for you, that you’re only doing it because you think you have to service him as his lady. he’s not used to being the center of anyone’s attention, and it doesn’t help that the attention in question is yours— all sweet and obliging. the truth is there’s just a part of you that does it for your own pleasure, which he can’t wrap his head around no matter how much you attempt to explain it.
it’s the same routine. you pout up at him with your cheek pressing against his thigh, kneeling at his feet while he tries his hardest not to push at the back of you head.
“ah— c’mon, pretty.” he sighs out. the sound is heavy and nearly pained. his hand suddenly cups your face, his thick thumb brushes the swell of your cheek before trailing down to your mouth and rubbing your bottom lip as if he’s already losing the battle. he grumbles, “you’re not playin’ fair here.”
“i just— i would love nothing more than to make you feel good, ser.” you don’t mean to sound whiny. it only comes natural when you want him this bad. you’re already salivating at the thought of tasting him, feeling the weight of him on your tongue, the sounds he makes when he hits the back of your throat. you’re babbling again before you can stop yourself, “please, duncan.”
his eyes widen at your desperation, lips parting as he stares down at your form— “aye, enough.” he barks, “enough of the whinging and begging.”
he’d be stupid to not accept your offer, to not allow himself to feel the slick heat of your mouth, he knows that. seeing you like this drives him mad in ways he can’t even begin to understand. you’re shuffling on your knees when he clears his throat. he’s still eyeing you and the way your hand is inching closer to the hard outline of his cock, and you’re sure he’s about to shoo you away for the last time. you’ve lost— your pouts and big eyes didn’t work this time around.
but then his own eyes soften despite his unwavering gaze. a sign of surrender. the honeyed rumble of his voice meets your ears, effectively putting you in a daze and making your heart squeeze in your chest.
dunk's head going all fuzzy the first time his partner rides him.
man has a size kink so just the thought of his partner impaling themselves on his cock has him struggling. he's already taking deep breaths and trying to steel himself. and then you go to take him and the entire time he's half convinced you won't be able to do it, but you do. and then you're riding him and fuck you're tight and oh he can see you're enjoying yourself, enjoying him, you're smaller and he's stronger but you're pinning him down perfectly and using him for your pleasure and—
yeah, he cums way too fast. he tried not to but it was too much. and he's immediately apologizing for ruining it and telling you you can keep going he's still hard. says he can take it even though he's whimpering and grabbing the sheets (he wants to grab you but he's scared he'll cum about it). you have to reassure him it's ok and he shouldn't feel bad and you can take a break until he's ready.
i KNOW that man sleeps so deep. he probably snores adorably and his face contorts in this incredibly silly and endearing way as its smushed against whatever pillow he is using. hes probably drooling and mouth breathing tbh but its still !!! so cute !!! bc hes ur dunk!!!!! ur big sleepy friendly giant and how can you not kiss his face while he slumbers??? play with his hair and smooth it down bc its all messy from sleep????
i bet, even in his rem cycle he never lets you go from his grasp. the protector title lives in his bones an he cant help but hold you close to him. he needs to feel your warmth at all times in his vulnerable state. ofc its okay with you bc ur so in loveeeeeeeeeeeehehehehe.
when he finally wakes up, always after you, his lidded eyes meet your admiring ones and he kisses u immediately!!!! its lazy and indulgent and almost never fails to turn into something more after you hear him moan into the kiss. he cant help it !!!! his a big man !! and the morning wood strikes HARD. and you are so soft under his touch sometimes he wonders if he is still dreaming.
he says something endearing like
“mornin’ wife”
and kisses you over and over. he feels so lucky he can call you that.
“wife. wife. wife.”
he chants between kisses and nuzzles. and you laugh, over come with adoration and attraction for your sweet husband. then you’re leg wraps around his waist and you pull his manhood out of his pants, he is warm and hard and leaking from the clothed friction. you use him to tease at your entrance, guiding the tip up and down your heat. you both gasp at the slight intrusion, its familiar, but its delicious every time.
“mornin dunk.”
you whisper against his lips and let his hands pull your hips towards him. he sinks into you, eye contact unbroken, and you both fall into your lust filled routine. slow and sweet and sensitive and gods it feels so good.
in the morning your senses are heightened and you love that the first thing to take advantage of that is your dunk.
reader getting the pre-wedding jitters and clark’s on his knees to eat his fiancée out in the dressing room? yep yep yep.
big floofy white dress all scrunched up while that six-foot man’s just has her spread so wide apart, legs draped over his back, with her high heels skimming the surface of it. yeeeeppp.
take it a step further he has her bent over the dresser, fucking her from the back and coming in her so she has to walk down the aisle all plugged up w him. yep.
We know this, he is a 6 '5 giant made of pure muscle, and he’s got that hung smile that we all know and love. But that doesn’t prevent your surprise when he finally lays you down and unlaces his breeches, his tip sticky as it bobs against your plush thighs. It was huge, almost worrisome in its girth, and his awkwardness made the moment all the sweeter. Maybe he’d never realized just how big he was, or maybe he knew exactly how it would stretch you out, and that’s why he was so shy. He can barely hold himself back from the heat of your body, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and breathing in your lavish perfumes. He is just as needy for you as you are for him.
He’s not one to brag, but he prides himself in his gentlemanly nature, so how could he let a beautiful thing like you suffer? Watching your hips buck up, he knows you aren't ready yet. That’s why his hand slips from your hip to the heat between your legs, dragging his thumb against your clit with gentle strokes. His cock leaks against your thigh, practically torturing himself while trying to hold back. But still, he makes sure your cunt is drenched before he even thinks about thrusting in.
It takes him a few attempts to line up perfectly, especially when his tip grinds against your clit and your soft moans echo in his ear. To him, they sound like a siren call, and it’s a blessing he became a knight rather than a sailor; he’d gladly drive his ship to battering, just to hear that choked sigh dripping from your poison lips. The sting of the stretch was half the fun. Every inch he pushes further, you expect to be the last. When he finally thrusts as far as he can go, there's still flesh untouched by your heat; at least two—maybe three inches. He can’t seem to care, brain fogged by the rest of his cock he has gotten inside.
your poor dunk doesn’t know not to accept strange small bottles from cloaked merchants who only come out at night
uhm this one is filthy tbh and longer than i intended, little to no plot lmao, noble reader, dunk is down bad, v!irgin reader, thighjob, pinv, heavy sub dunk dynamics, slight pain for reader but its brief, lowk breeding kink, mentions of motherhood, woWZA
also credits to whoever made my dividers! pls comment if you know …..i can’t find where i saved them from
“are you alright duncan?”
your sworn protector leaned against sweetfoot as if he had forgotten how to hold himself upright. one arm languidly draped over the pale horse, swaying side to side like a pendulum, pestering the animal with each thump of his head against her neck. he looked drunk.
“ser?”
you stepped towards the knight with haste, appalled at his decision to abandon his duty and indulge during the hours in which he promised to guard you. dead sent on scolding him until you approached the lad and laid eyes upon his face, flushed and perspiring alarmingly so. liddes blue eyes caught your own as he attempted to utter an explanation.
“i dont-i cant- somethings not right.”
his O’s exceedingly round and his T’s sound softer than normal, each word followed by a deeeep breath as if the letters commanded air in order to pass through his lips. warm breath fanned your face now that you were near, closer than you both would’ve liked, unable to stop yourself from bringing the back of your hand to his damp forehead, analyzing his temperature.
“gods duncan, you are burning up. have you fallen ill?”
dunk leans into your caress, his heavy crown falling past your shoulders. large hands seek you out due to sweetfoots unrelenting jolting, knocking the knight further off his low level of balance. you support his weight as much as your strength will allow, narrowly letting him slip out of your grasp. his current state is proving mightily inconvenient, you were hundreds of yards away from dunks preferred resting place, surrounded by a great deal of tents that rest atop of the muddy ground. the earth spongy due to the unrelenting humidity and the many steps of nobles from far and wide. duncan denied you of an answer, much too fatigued for a proper report and slumped farther into your arms. your grasp tightened.
“find your footing ser, we must get you to my tent.”
~~
once the silky flap of your station flew shut, enclosing you both into the stuffy shelter duncans state seemed to worsen.
the soft flickering of candles cast an amber shadow along the walls and the coupled burning of incense only aided in the thick air that shrouded the insides of your tent. duncan had only ever allowed himself the pleasure of dwelling in your makeshift pavilion on brief occasions. mostly to pull you away from the enveloping canopies at some lord or ladies request. but never at night, and certainly not this late. the hours of the moon were meant for your solitude. you had made that fact known to him many phases ago, but soon regretted how seriously the knight would take this command. much to your surprise you oft enjoyed having duncan near.
“cmon-dunk just a few more paces-”
your footing falters as the back of your knees collide with the pallet placed at the center of the room, resulting in duncans large body to fall ontop of yours. his movements are unguided and loose, severely lacking in sturdiness. the scent of the room furthering the cloudiness of your knights brain fairing him practically useless. you jostle underneath him, grasping at his limp body in search of some way to put a little distance between your bodies so that you can properly diagnose his symptoms.
“ow! dunk! you must tell me, what afflicts you so? this position is highly inappropriate-“
duncan looks up at you and that’s when you see it. he wasn’t drunk, he was aroused. desperate. it knocked the wind out of you, or maybe it was the weight of him, nevertheless you were at a loss for words. even as a noble you had never seen eyes look up at you so submissively, so full of need. dunks lips were parted and slick from him practically drooling. his usually striking blue eyes were almost completely black from the vast circumference of his pupils. if you were somehow to wriggle your arms out from under him and touch his cheeks the contact would surely singe your fingertips.
the man was a wreck, a pitiful sight. how in the world did he get like this? how had his resolve dissolved so much that he had no shame, no restraint to shield you from such a state? you swallowed thickly.
“d-dunk?”
his eyes snapped shut at the utterance of his name, squeezing his eyelids as if to punish himself for looking at you in such a way. golden brown locks, unkempt from tourney madness fell upon your breast as the top of his head sank low in attempt to hide from your impending scolding. he had a strong feeling you would reprimand him as soon as he told you-
“i-i took something-”
the slur of his confession was muffled by the layers of your dress, you took his chin in your palm and your eyes searched his for a further accounting of the events that took place prior to result in him in this foreign situation.
“you took something? what-what did you take?”
duncan leaned into your touch, cool against the flame igniting over his skin. he whined in protest, shaking his head in embarrassment against your hand. you did not miss the way his lips scarcely brushed across your palm leaving a wet trail of saliva in its wake.
it was impossible for him to find your gaze in this moment, just the thought of your judgmental eye was enough to crack his resolve even further. but you wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“look at me.”
you ordered firmly, tightening the grasp you had on his jawline, giving him no choice but to meet his pathetic eyes to your ever growing concerned ones.
“tell me the truth of it, ser duncan. i command it.”
as you bade him to utter the truth something hard began to grow between the two of you, at first you mistook it for something trivial, that of a dagger at his hip or perhaps an intrusion of his skeleton from his strange posture above you, therefore it had been almost immediately dismissed. your eyes flickered across your knights face hoping the words would somehow find him.
“aye m-my lady, It was from a woman.”
“a woman?”
for some reason, your heart clenched at the thought that duncan would receive an offering from a lady that wasnt you.
“yes in a long hooded cloak, s-she said the vile would bringmmm-”
duncan had let out the softest sound that landed on your ears all too prettily, halfway between a huff and a whimper, a stark difference to his large and typically unruly form. right now he was pliable and soft and all too affected by his senses. you could tell this was getting nowhere, the more he attempted to tell you the further you sank into confusion.
“what was it called?”
your thumb stroked his cheek pressing against the hollow and taught skin from his lax jaw, hoping the pressure would coax an answer out of him, ground him, anything.
“hmm?”
“the vile. when she offered it to you, what did-how did she describe it?”
his eyes dropped low once more and finally your touch had aided him to the point where he was able to grace you with the truth.
“s-she called it, sweet relief.”
he was panting now, open mouthed and hot. each breath a warm wall slamming against your chest. thats when it became unmistakable. that hardness you once dismissed. now you knew the truth of it and were all too aware of its growing presence against your thigh.
“oh dunk…”
you cooed, your own harsh resolve easing up a bit due to your hedge knight’s classic case of naivety.
“i-Im sorry my lady. I thought-i didnt….s-she said it would soften what hardens me. said that it would bring pleasure through the pain…i thought she meant the fucking endless ache in my back not-uhhhnnfuuuck.”
now that the truth was in the air for you and the gods to hear, that hardness swelled. the size of it increasing tenfold as the knight punctuated his confession with an involuntary roll of his hips against you. you gasped at his seemingly uncontrollable advances on your body, rendered speechless at the grip of his massive hand at your waist that followed shortly after his outburst.
duncans hand enveloped you in a bruising grip, lifting his hips away from you with the support of his palm, heavy head pressing further into ur sternum due to his awkward arch.
duncan, the poor man, was shaking. everything about him was pathetic. his fumbling grip, restless movements that only made you pity him more. along with the unmistakable erection that was once practically imprinting itself on the soft skin of your thigh, you did not envy him. the gods had not been merciful, the contents of his so called vile had rendered him completely useless as he babbled and quaked above you. my poor protector. you thought.
“im sorry my lady i-“
“shhhhhhhshhhsh. easy good ser, tis quite alright.”
both of your hands, now free due to the limited space he provided at the lift of his hips, sought out duncans hair. raking your fingers through the damp locks in hopes that it would ease his pain. he hummed shakily and pitched at your advances, the slightest touch affecting him in astounding ways.
dunk maneuvered his head against your scratching like a dog, the scraping of your nails against his scalp ailing in what troubled him, he allowed himself to relish in your touch.
“p-please dont stop. i cant-it feels too-”
you shushed him once more and trailed one hand from his scalp, down to his neck, through the collar of his shirt, then to his shoulder blades. applying pressure ever so often, scraping your nails along the surface of his skin, you allowed your hand to journey across the wide expanse of his back encouraging him to take what he needed from you.
“its alright duncan. you’re alright.”
It left your lips like a promise, and at your reassurance something unspoken blossomed between the two of you. a vow that this moment was that of special parameters, a rare instance that required indulgence and lack of consideration for each other’s station. right now was only about duncan. right now was about his need for sweet sweet relief.
dunk nodded furiously and slowly lowered his hips, the grip on your waist tighter upon contact of his bulge against the soft silk of your dress. his hands fumbled towards the bottom of your gown, fingertips chasing the ends of the damned thing. once his conquest for the bottom of your outfit had come to an end he took the fabric in his hands and began to pull your dress upwards.
you should’ve been terrified, your maidenhood still intact and intimacies such as this one were unbeknownst to you, however in this moment your composure never faltered.
perhaps it was the way he needed you to be solid for him, dunk was fraying at the seams and the thought of you holding the thread of his existence in your hands was enough to bestow you with the reservation of a professional. the more your dress unveiled your bare form, the more confident you became, spurred on by your precious hedge knight’s unraveling at your fingertips.
you were eager to see what advances his cunt drunken state would conjure next.
the steady rise of your dress had come to a halt once the man had sat up on his knees, and the soft skin of your thighs had been revealed to duncans hungry gaze. his eyebrows had been stitched together at the sight, the lad was equally ravenous and starved, he had never seen this much of you and it was breaking him. sure, he often day dreamed about your naked figure during the late hours where the mind can’t help but wonder, he was a man before he was a knight after all. but this was something else, something real, tangible.
his cock throbbed as you rubbed the meat of your thighs together, enticing him to the skin that burned hot for some sort of friction from the knight.
dunks hands flew to his trousers, not bothering to mess with the tie, ripping the seam from the front down to the middle until his cock sprang free from the thin barrier. it should’ve fallen with a heavy slap against your thigh due to the sheer length of him, but he had waited so long, and he was so hard that the thick red meat of his manhood stood straight up. rather it smacked against his lower abdomen and the slit of his pink tip leaked beads of white that spilled over with each twitch of his cock.
the sight was sinfully erotic, and pinched a nerve you couldn’t quite describe, the closest feeling was that of entitlement. that you and you alone deserved to be the one playing a hand in his undoing, his release. you felt a nagging urge to make sure no one ought to ruin your pretty protector so naughtily again.
you pulled up your dress a little higher, locked your ankles together and nodded at the valley between your legs.
“go on.”
at that his restraint shattered, and the unspoken vow was sealed.
duncan flew forward and let his body blanket over yours. the fever pitch building so much so that neither of you bothered to undress fully, he needed to feel you, now.
dunk was never one for being creative, or exceedingly imaginative so to speak. his words rendering simple most of the time, as well as his actions. you did not know if the man had it in him to do things with complexity. however the moment he nestled his cock against your thighs, right in that perfect downpour of meat where your two legs met, and began to thrust into nothing, you wondered where he learned such a trick.
the depravity of it was filthy, and you guess he knew it to by the way he began to moan, drunk on each push and pull of his pink and throbbing sword against your skin. dunks hips dragged forward slowly, then would retreat, his entire body shaking at the delicious friction.
your hands returned to their previous place on his head, threading your fingers through his hair. occasionally his hips would journey so far that the tip of him sank into the seam of your thighs and out the other end. each time rewarding him with a tug of his locks, stimulated by the intrusion.
“is this helping, my sweet knight? this what you desired so desperately?”
the pace of his rutting began to increase and the noises he made became all the more pathetic at your inquires. you couldn’t quite tell from this angle, due to the obstruction of his lowered head upon your chest, drinking in the sight of him against your thighs, but you were almost positive he was weeping.
“y-yes my lady its-oh seven-“
his grasp tightened and now you were positive at least one part of him was weeping.
you could feel dunks hot spend coating your thighs, the sticky substance spreading over you due to his unrelenting thrusts, the slick only aiding in that slip and slide against your thighs. you were certain he couldn’t keep this up for much longer. tales you had heard from maids left you with the impression that most men could barely hold out after their first release, and hardly even bothered to see that the lady was as equally satisfied. however, to your surprise, dunk showed no signs of stopping. if anything his release only seemed to dissolve some of that previous tension in him, bringing the “pleasure through the pain” so to speak.
“gods dunk, you haven’t had your fill?”
you wanted to laugh at him, amused at his insatiable need but when duncan looked up at you, eyes red and watery, his cheeks stained with wet lines, all the evidence that confirmed he was indeed so enraptured to the point of tears, you couldnt help but pity him.
“apologies m’lady….you feel so soft its-mmmm-maddening”
he shuddered at the close proximity of your lips to his now that his crown had lifted to your gaze. the hot air from your mouth hitting his own like you were breathing life into him. its silly, he had defiled you before bestowing that of a simple peck upon your lips. in comparison the latter should’ve been the simpler act, at this proximity especially. yet the thought of molding your lips against his own, felt sacred. a pleasure that would surpass the line drawn during this seemingly soley lust filled exchange. this moment was about duncan, the act of tasting one another would surely pass some of that sweetness, that unbridled want onto you. for a moment, it terrified you both. so the kiss waited.
duncans eyes searched your own for any signs of denial, his jaw rutting forward due to the sensitivity at his cock, still bullying your thighs. slowly, your knight had inched closer to your womanhood, the occasional gush from your own cunt due to duncans antics furthering the slide between your bodies. a painful look painted on his face, consequent to the feeling of pleasure and fear. fear of crossing that line to the point of no return. he felt an incredible surge of adrenaline, this moment being the most thrilling thing he had ever dared to experience. more than a a battle, or a spar. dunk was so close to you in so many ways, and somehow never close enough.
until, one under calculated push of his hips forward resulted in his cream coated cap to push right through your pillowy soft folds just a little, and break every wall between you down.
the intrusion was enough to make you cry out. a honeyed shout dipped in desire. duncan had never heard a sound so sweet, every bone in his body demanded he repeat his movements so that he could hear your delicious exclamation once more. but he did not wish to do anything you were not ready for. so almost immediately he retracted his hips, tip departing from that special spot between your legs.
if you asked him, he would’ve said it took the strength of seven fully grown men to keep him from fucking you deep right then and there.
“gods-i didnt mean-“
the iron grip at the junction on top of your thigh, paired with his noble restraint was enough to send your jaw flying forward and seal your lips together in a bruising kiss.
it made you dizzy how he had nothing but the utmost care for you. in that moment every gesture, sacrifice, defense, oath, flooded your memory like a monsoon. everything about duncans existence came with yours. he gave his life for you, and even in this rarest moment when it was finally about him, he still made it about you. how could you not reward him by returning the favor? by giving him all of you completely, unconditionally, unbound by title, or duty. right now you would let him use you, as you did with him, the moment he bent the knee and swore his life to protect yours.
“please. ser dunk, take what you will. if not for your sake, then for mine.”
you muttered your favor between kisses, pleas, and whimpers, lifting your hips to his own and imploring him to sink into you once again. clumsy faces mashed together, his body ravished your own north and south, until your cunt and mouth were open and wet and his for the taking.
when all settled to dunks liking, his cock lined up with your seam as well as his tongue on your lips and the knight finally obliged to take whatever he wanted.
the surge of wetness at your core provided the perfect lubricant for him to sheath himself all the way inside of you with one long, painfully slow thrust. inch by torturous inch he entered you while claiming your mouth with his tongue, each lick motivated by blind desire.
it was certain that the contents of the vile throughout dunks bloodstream had peaked in its duty. the itch inside of him for sweet relief bared its claws and scratched so deep into you, there was no going back. duncan wasted zero time in his intoxicated state, selfishly dragging in and out of your cunt with no regards for your own needs. good. make no mistake it tore you apart, the size of him, you had anticipated that the man was well endowed, nothing about him was small, but the sting somehow only made you crave him more. each stab into your spongey walls struck you with fiery want. and the sound of it, the sinful squelching cut even deeper into your duncan shaped wound. it would be forever etched into your brain, the erotic tune on repeat, that-
pap.pap.pap.
“am i hurting you? can’t slowdown-feels too perfect.”
duncan fucked you like his cock had a mind of its own. like he couldn’t stop himself from burying himself inside the deepest parts of you, previously unclaimed even by your own fingers. you should’ve cursed the witch that tricked your lovely dunk into his drunken lust. however, the growing pleasure you began to feel wouldn’t allow for such a dismissal. in fact it conjured up quite the opposite, soon you would seek out every apothecary and hut in the seven kingdoms if it meant you could reap the benefits of the potion yet again. maybe, if you were lucky, if there was to be a next time, you both could share a taste.
you held duncan tighter, reassuring him you wouldn’t have it any other way. whispering countless promises that you felt just as good as he did. at your affirmations he picked up the pace. his arms, impossibly large and long enough to wrap around your waist, did exactly that. his hands found purchase at your arse, and he gathered the fat in his hands, your skin spilling between his fingers as he grasped you with the strength of someone who had no plans to let go anytime soon.
the lift of your hips at his taking provided an angle that was to be his final undoing. every little feeling hit him like a thousand arrows. each sharp detail of the moment impaling him until he had no choice to bleed unconditional desire for you. it poured over your body like a blanket of lechery. the way he used his grip on your rear to meet his thrusts, the way he devoured your neck like a man starved, feeling the beating of your pulse against his tongue, the sweat and slick and cum smearing over your bodies, his praises and pleas, all of it and more staining your body and mind as close to crimson as it could get.
one powerful thrust had you clenching around him so tight he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. each collision of your bodies was followed by a moan increasing in pitch. His O’s sounded painful now, and yours were so high that the frequency of them were almost lost to his ears. the closer he became, the only thing he could hear was the sound of his own beating heart just faster than the pace at which his hips met your own.
“i am close my lady.”
“yeah?”
“y-yesgods where should i-?”
he was shaking again, as were you. your climax mirrored his own as his thrusts became frantic and uneven. dunks hips gyrated, finding new ways to sink inside of you, rendering him further into total destruction at the uncharted paths of your insides.
“anywhere you would like, my brave knight.”
dunk nodded at your throat, and pushed so far into you there was no doubt in which where your knight wished to lay his claim. gods help you there was no way you wouldn’t grow round with his child. if the spend was as plentiful as his previous release you were sure to be soiled.
the thought of mothering his children lit a primal fire in you that had your climax combust like wildfire. it spread over your body hot and unrelenting. waves of pleasure crashing over and over drowning you in your need for duncan. all that you could think, feel, was him. dunkdunkdunkdunkdunkdunkdunkdunk. his name looped in your head like broken wheel, refusing to halt in its rotation.
you could feel dunks cock milking your insides, his balls pumping as he spilled in your ruined cunt. he stayed inside of you, rambling on about how much you meant to him, how perfect you felt, how sweet. his hands roaming and scratching at you taking in every curve and divot of your body in a selfish manner. duncan wanted to commit every part of you to memory, because he had no idea when he would be in this position again. his hand found your face, and he nestled your cheek in his hand, smoothing the corse pad of his thumb across your cheek. dunk used his hold to tilt your face so that his lips could meet yours as he emptied whatever he had left inside of you.
his spend poured out of you, and the kiss grew lazy. your fingertips danced along his scalp, tracing hearts through his hair. this moment was by far the most tender act, dunks ever growing softness inside of you, bodies tangled perfectly. all the notions of domesticity blinded your sense of practicality. the bounds of duty remained left outside the walls of your tent for a night, and you let your mind play into the fantasy a little longer.
“we must find that witch so that we can have her head for ruining the legacy of my house-.”
duncan looked at you, eyes wide with fear. now that the effects of the potion had begun to ware off, the consequences of his actions slowly seeped in and tainted the feeling of absolute pleasure he once had. your gaze softened at his worry and you kissed his lips.
“-but not before we inquire the recipe to her elixir, so that my lineage can be ruined again and again and again.”
dunk kissed you again his fear dissolving into hope at your musings. for now, the consequences would have to wait.
ok bitch………………………
AGAIN any grammatical errors u find just ignore bc i can’t be fucked.
sorry if the ending SUCKS i really wanted to finish this days ago but im annoying.
BUT OH MY GODDDD. can yall tell i want to have dunks big babies. my big soft strong husband please.
swear jar explicit 18+ mommy kink, raw, Clark being afraid to even say dick or cock while he’s getting bounced on, teaching him p0rno dirty talk, wet and messy drabble
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The idea of Clark being afraid to curse while you’re making him feel so good. His manners never seem to get lost in him even while his eyes are rolling back and you feel him jump while he’s inside you.
Even when it’s dirty talk about his own anatomy as you’re grinding your naked pussy lips all over his girth. Teasing him with little bunny hops while he’s tearing up and begging. Still not able to penetrate yet.
It gets so wet and sticky between your close bodies as you roll, humming to yourself while his cock fed you plenty of inches to rub on. Drops of messy white globs start to dust the bush of his pubes while you’re grinding down on it. He watched your needy pussy clamp up on nothing right before you’re chasing down his tip, snatching it up in your hand to finally begin feeding the crown in your hole, splitting you open when it’s intruding. When it goes in you’re filled with his warmth and relief, getting to clench your wall’s muscles around him while you still circle it around to snag on your favorite parts.
Clark throbs and gasps as soon as he feels himself going in, using his thumbs to keep you spread open for movement and the view, uttering to himself and to you -
“Mmm, make my… my p—mm, you make it feel so good baby. It feels so good. Leak on it, yeah, that’s it… s’a pretty girl. Feels like I’m in heaven.”
“Baby boy you know you can say it’s your cock or your dick when it’s just us,” you breathe with a heavy lidded smile. Never stopping the way you’re sliding all the way down to the hilt and wiggling around on it.
Clark almost ignores your reminder entirely, lost in it while you’re bouncing up and down on him. “Ohhh - oh shoot, shoot that’s perfect, I like that.”
“Yeah? This pussy making this dick feel good?”
Clark is beat red, stuttering a nod. Still refusing his whimpers allow him to utter even a word of profanity.
“Gosh.. I’m inside you so deep already. These hips… I can’t—”
“C’mon, be a naughty boy for me. Say you’ve been missing this pussy,” you ground down in circles. His pillowy balls pulse while they’re pressing up against your clit. “Say you’ve been a dirty, naughty boy, thinking about taking mommy’s pussy.”
Clark shudders and waits a minute to gather up the courage. Takes deep breaths with little moans trailing the end of them when he repents and follows orders. “I’ve—I’ve been a naughty boy. I’ve been thinking about mommy’s pussy all day long,” he heaves. Kissing lines down your jaw while you tighten around him and destroy all his willpower in beats. “Been thinking of having sex with this—with this pussy, how it makes me feel so good. I could cum right now, but m’gonna be a good boy and hold it.”
“That’s a good boy, being so perfect for mommy. You think her pussy looks good on you?”
“So…. so amazing, looks so wonderful while you ride. Wanna cum. Wanna cum while I’m inside.”
“Say this makes you wanna nut. Say you wanna bust your nut in this pussy.”
“Oh… oh that’s so dirty,” he whimpers, his own hips going wild while you meet him in the middle with a slamming pace. Liquid even splashes between your conjoining parts, obscene while Clark blushes from watching you shape circles his dick.
“Say it for mommy, be a dirty boy for mommy.”
Clark knows he leaks and adds to the mess while staring down at his lap getting ravaged, taking a deep shaky breath while his dark sweaty hair sticks to his forehead.
“I… I wanna bust a nut in mommy’s pussy, wanna make her gush, hmmm that’s gonna make it happen faster,” Clark whines. Feeling your ass shake while you vigorously ride. “Fuuuuu…. I’m your naughty boy, always gonna give you this naughty dick— feel so dirty getting to do this to you — you’re about to make me nut.”
You smile with an almost sinister looking glint twinkling in your eye at getting him to break. At fucking him so good he loses any sense of his good boy control. You see stray little tears stream quietly down his cheeks, holding onto you with nearly bruising strength. Breathing whines to himself while your pussy clenches and creams all over him in a dreamy flood.
“What a good boy, good fucking boy,” you praise with each word emphasized in a heavy slam of your hips, squelching even more obnoxious and obvious than before. “Cum in this pussy, naughty baby, you’re gonna feel so good when you let go.”
Clark cries out as his face scrunches up, whimpering while his balls shrivel up in preparation.
“I’m… mommy, mommy I’m gonna—“
“Shh, that’s it. Bust while you’re stuffed in mommy’s pussy. It’s okay. Thaaaat’s it. Doesn’t that feel so good?”
Clark is clenching his jaw and letting out more pathetic pleads when his cum starts barreling out and dripping around him as he stays lodged inside you. It leaks from the rim all around him while you keep bouncing, no room in you left while his cock still keeps you filled so nice and full.
Runny yet thick and bubbly, it rains out of you while he pulses and closes his eyes through the sensitive aftershock rounds. He’s still flustered with puppy dog eyes from the words he let leave his lips. Feels some shame at how he can’t seem to control himself when he’s around you.
“I’m gonna make a swear jar for you just so you don’t feel so guilty baby,” you coo in his ear before kissing him slow and sweet. “You’re always so good for mommy.”
That seemed to be what makes having such a potty mouth worth it for him.
“That’s all I wanna be.”
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thinking of him being a preacher boy type that wasn’t raised to say anything dirty then having a partner that bosses him around and rides him so hard he lets loose ffghghhhj
I’m still working on another part to the corrupted Clark work, they’re so endearing and sweet. this is almost like them except without any weed and adding some precious mommas boy mommy kink. I feel like he’d be so ashamed to even say cock hdjcndjs
I NEED HER SO BAD OH MY GOD, I’LL DO ANYTHING SHE WANTS 🙂↕️🙂↕️
ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER, IN THE SHOWER, IN THE CAR, ON THE FLOOR, ON THE COUCH, IN THE BED, IN THE HALLWAY, ON THE STAIRS, ON THE BALCONY, I DONT CARE EVERYWHERE
Warnings: THIS IS NSFW! OPEN AT YOUR OWN RISK.
A/N: Since the fans liked the last one, mama bird is here to feed you all again. Happy holidays everyone. I love you freaks so dearly, you've made your mother proud.
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Read part one here!
Links under the cut.
Like I said last time, those heavy loads are in his DNA.
He won't stop until you cum, it's the "least" he could do!
Warning: Fingering
Letting him fuck your tits.
Warning: tit-fucking // breast play
He's too shy to actually put his cock in...but he can hardly contain himself.
Warning: PIV // anal // spanking
Date night with Lois and Clark...she decides to film you two.
Warning: PIV // Lois being the perfect cameraman
Clark's always eating your pussy!
Warning: Face sitting // oral (F!receiving)
He likes to keep a good grip on you.
Warning: PIV // headlock
I'm thinking about making these for a few more characters. Possibly Johnny Storm? Or Ilya Rozanov. Let me know who you want ! // dividers by @enchanthings !
