notes: here's day twenty one! i think this is our only request from the boys, so friendly reminder that i take requests for them too! as always, likes are appreciated and reblogs are highly recommended. happy kinking <3
he was feral as he pounded into you. he was a sweaty mess as he gripped your ankles and used them to fold you in half. your brain was mush, your legs were jelly, and all you could feel was him.
“that’s it, fuckin’ take it,” he grunted, looking down at you. satisfaction bloomed in his chest as he saw your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open. only he could do this to you, only he would ever do this to you ever again.
“shit, feels so fuckin’ good,” you moaned, your back arching off of the bed. he groaned at the sight of you, and then his eyes trailed down, looking at the slight bulge he could see against your skin.
“shit baby, see the fuckin’ bulge my cock makes in you? looks so fuckin’ hot. could fuck a baby into you right now,” he said, pressing his hips to yours.
“yeah? god, you be such a hot fuckin’ daddy,” you whispered back, your hand trailing down your body to lay flat on your stomach.
“you fuckin’ know it.” he began to thrust into you again, making you cry out. “gonna fuckin’ spill in this pussy and knock you up. and then everyone will know you’re mine.”
“make me yours, ben. fuckin’ make me yours,” you begged, gripping the sheets with your free hand.
“gonna make you a fuckin’ milf. everyone’s gonna know i fucked you so good, fucked you right into motherhood,” he grunted, and you nodded, words failing you once again as he hit that sweet spot. he might’ve been one of the most foul mouthed motherfuckers you’d ever met, but damn did he know how to please a lady.
“gimme a baby, ben,” you breathed, and the look in his eyes as you used his first name made your heart skip a beat. could that have been… adoration?
“shit, i’ll give you as many as you want. you wanna be a filthy whore and let me cum in you that many times? so be it,” he said, and you smiled. it was a cockdrunk smile, but it filled him with pride. and who knew, maybe he would knock you up, make you a cute little housewife who took care of his kids. maybe he’d finally get a shot at the white picket fence life. but for now, he’d have to settle for fucking your brains out to the point where you’d actually beg for one of his kids.
notes: here's day twenty two! we're really nearing the end, i can't believe it. and this is i think our first billy request. as always, likes are appreciated and reblogs are highly recommended. happy kinking <3
his sinful mouth hadn’t left your pussy since he’d gotten his hands on you that night. the adrenaline after the basketball game win was pumping through his veins, and he just needed some kind of a release. he licked and sucked, hands on your thighs in a bruising grip, but it felt too good to make him stop. your hands were in his hair, tugging on it as he continuously brought you to orgasm.
your legs felt like jelly and your palms were sweaty, but there was nothing stopping him. he just needed you, and it felt nice to be needed.
“oh shit, billy,” you whispered, feeling his tongue lap at your folds. “feels so good.”
“mhm,” he hummed, giving your thigh a sharp slap. you sighed and relaxed back on his bed, trying to keep your voice down. if his father were to catch the two of you, you were sure you’d never see billy again. but you could feel heat pooling in your stomach again, and it wasn’t long before your thighs were clamped around his head and your hand was over your mouth, muffling your pleasured cries. you could feel him humming and moaning against you, and if you were being honest with yourself, you’d never felt sexier.
“fuck… gonna cum again,” you whispered, the muscles in your abdomen tensing again.
“fuck yeah babe. cum all over my face again,” he panted, toying with your clit with the tip of his tongue. you gasped quietly as your toes curled, and another orgasm rocked your body. your back arched from the bed, and when it fell back down, he went right back to work, licking and sucking at your sensitive skin. you weren’t going anywhere for the rest of the night, and that was how you liked it.
notes: here's day twenty eight! this one is so late, but i had senior portraits today, so that took up a bit of time. as always, likes are appreciated and reblogs / comments / asks are highly recommended! happy kinking <3
you and your boyfriend were laying in bed, your back against his chest. you could feel his hand on your stomach, his thumb brushing over your skin, and you whined softly as you felt him slowly enter you, his arm tight around his waist.
“shh,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck. “i got you.”
you nodded and held onto his hand, relaxing a bit as he just remained still, his cock sheathed inside of you. your thumb brushed over the back of his hand, and he smiled, closing his eyes as he settled his head onto the pillow.
“feel good, babe?” he murmured.
“mhm, feels so good,” you whispered back, doing your best to stay still. the urge to move, to roll your hips, to gain any sort of friction was huge, but you had promised to give this a shot, and you didn’t want to disappoint him.
“good, and you’re doing so good for me, you know that?” he said, nuzzling your neck.
“yeah? i hope you know that not technically fucking you is driving me crazy,” you teased, and he chuckled, the slight movement making you bite your lip.
“i’ll bet it is. but you know what? tomorrow, you and i aren’t leaving this bed. i’m gonna make you cum over and over, all because you’re being so good for me right now. does that sound good?” he asked, and you closed your eyes as your stomach flopped.
notes: here's day twenty nine! only two more days left and we'll have succeeded in the kinktober writing challenge. tomorrow is a gilgamesh post and the 31st is whatever character i choose, so that should be fun. as always, like are appreciated and reblogs / comments / asks are highly recommended. happy kinking <3
he’d set a steady pace as he fucked into you from behind. with one arm wrapped around you, he was able to hoist you up onto his lap, and you couldn’t do a single thing about it.
“look at you, all small and helpless against me,” he whispered, his thumb teasing your clit. you whined softly and squirmed against him, but it was futile.
“jim,” you whimpered, gripping any part of him you could reach.
“shh shh, i’m right here. i’ve got a good hold on you, and i’m not letting go,” he said, lips trailing along the back of your neck. you exhaled shakily, feeling his hips buck upwards and roll against you, and it took all you had not to cry out.
“look at you, i’m surprised you could take all of my cock. but i’m so proud of you,” he said, his other hand going to massage your breast.
“it’s so big, jim. everything about you is so much bigger compared to me,” you said, another whimper escaping your lips as he thrust into you.
“mhm, but you take it all like a big girl. and you’re just my sweet little thing,” he grunted, the hand that was on your breast going up to rest on your neck.
“mhm, mhm,” you mumbled, too lost in the feeling of his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over to form a coherent thought.
“is my sweet little thing gonna cum?” he asked.
“uh huh, ‘m gonna… gonna cum,” you slurred, and he chuckled.
“that’s it, sweet little thing. cum all over my cock. show me how good i make you feel,” he said, rolling his hips again. you let out a shuddering gasp as your orgasm rocked your body, and it was only because of his big strong arms that you were able to remain upright. subconsciously, you snuggled close to him, and he held you against his chest, large hand splayed across your stomach.
“that’s my little girl. but i bet you can give me one more. i don’t think my big strong hands have made you cum just yet,”
notes: here's day twenty three! our second billy hargrove post in a row, and tomorrow is a fun little robin blurb. and friendly reminder that you can start sending in new prompts and stuff while kinktober comes to an end! as always, likes are appreciated and reblogs are highly recommended. happy kinking <3
no one made your blood boil like billy hargrove. he was arrogant, smug, one of the most insufferable people you’d ever known. but at the same time, no one could make you cum like he could. only he could grip your hips and slam into you, making you weak in the knees and reducing your body to a shaking mess. you couldn’t describe it, but he just did something to you that no other boy could. and it pissed you off.
your parents weren’t home, giving you two the perfect opportunity to be as loud as you wanted. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as he slammed into you from behind, one hand holding your hip while the other pressed onto your back, pinning you against the mattress. you were a mess of moans and pleasured sobs, your hands gripping the sheets and flexing your fingers to keep yourself grounded. you two had gotten into a particularly heated fight that day, over a school project you were partnered up on, and you were convinced he had no idea what he was doing.
“shit, you take it so well, babe,” he grunted, watching as you brought one of your hands to rub at your clit.
“fuck you,” you choked out, squeezing your eyes shut as he hit your sweet spot just right.
“ah ah ah, you don’t want me to stop, do you? or slow down?” but he did. he stopped altogether, then started to set a slower pace, leaning down to press his chest to your back.
“quit—oh fuck—being a prick,” you moaned, bowing your head as he rolled his hips.
“quit being a spoiled little brat and learn to take what you’re given,” he whispered back, tilting his head down to bite at your shoulder. you gasped, then let out a whine as he let go.
“not a brat,” you murmured, and you could feel his chest vibrate as he chuckled. “yeah you are. you’re a bratty little princess. but you’re my bratty little princess. and you’re gonna learn to take what you’re given,” he repeated himself, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. and you took each one like the good little brat you were.
notes: here's day nineteen! we're really in the home stretch, and that's nuts. so here's our first prompt with robin, and i had a lot of fun writing this one. as always, likes are appreciated and reblogs are highly recommended. happy kinking <3
you had no idea what had gotten into you that day. but it was hot out, and you had decided to wear a shorter skirt than usual while out shopping with your friends. and sure, they all complimented you, but nothing could beat the chill of the family video when you all walked in. and above all, nothing could beat the look robin buckley gave you.
“can i help you?” robin asked, leaning against the counter a bit.
“mm, maybe. which of these movies would you recommend?” you asked.
“none, they all suck. but don’t tell my boss i said that.”
“don’t think i could. i don’t work here.”
“that could always change. we have applications in the back.”
you thought for a moment. your parents had been nagging at you to at least try and get a job for the summer, earn a bit of extra pocket money.
“yeah? maybe i’d like to fill one out,” you said, and she tilted her head to look up at you.
“all right, follow me to the back then, we’ll get you one.”
she lifted the bar to let you behind the counter, and you waved to your friends before heading back with her. once you were the back office, she shut and locked the door before pinning you against it.
“now what were you thinking, wearing that?” she asked, one of her hands reaching under your skirt to grip your ass.
“it… it was hot,” you said, gasping as she landed a quick and sharp smack to your skin.
“it sure is,” she murmured, smacking your ass again. you gasped quietly, gripping her forearms as she began to kiss your neck, squeezing your ass once again.
“robin… robin they’re gonna get suspicious,” you whispered, but she pulled you over to the desk near the back of the room and bent you over it.
“applications take a while to fill out,” she said, rubbing a hand over your reddening skin before landing another smack. “i’m sure they’ll understand.”
another smack, and another, and another. and with each one, your pussy throbbed a little more. as her hand rubbed over your skin and you winced, she smiled and kissed the top of your head.
“there’s a good girl. there’s my good girl. you’ll get more tonight”
another smack, this one between your legs, and you jolted forward. tonight couldn’t come fast enough.
notes: here's day seventeen! we're getting so close to the end i can't even believe it. and i may or may not have made myself horny writing this one, which is bad bc i still have work to do. as always, likes are appreciated and reblogs are highly recommended. happy kinking <3
“shit baby, look at you. look at you taking my cock like that.”
nancy had you on your back beneath her as she thrust into you, slowly and with purpose. she had one hand on your hip, the other holding yours against the bed, and she couldn’t help but smile.
“such a naughty little thing. first you came on my tongue, then on my fingers, and now on my cock? god you look so good all fucked out like this.”
you whimpered quietly, words failing you. you’d been waiting for this all week, waiting for her to get you alone so she could just wreck you like she always did. and with the stress of finals and graduation coming up, you needed to just forget about the world around you. and so did she.
“ bet that feels good, yeah? my cock just stroking into you. maybe if you’re good, i’ll let you cum on my tongue just one more time. i think you need it,” she purred, giving your hand a squeeze.
“please nance,” you whispered, “need it so bad.”
“yeah you do. because you work so hard, and then you get to be my dirty girl all weekend long. and you love that, don’t you? tell me you love being my dirty little slut.”
“i love it so much,” you moaned, rolling your hips to gain a but more friction on her strap.
“and i bet my dirty thing wants a taste of my pussy, huh? bet you wanna make me feel so good later on, maybe let me sit on your face? wanna make me cum on the filthy tongue of yours?” she asked, and you nodded frantically.
“more than anything in the world,” you panted.
“that’s a good girl. and you’ll get a taste just as soon as i’m done with you.” the hand that was on your hip traveled between your legs and her fingers began to toy with your clit, and you hissed, your thighs nearly clamping shut around her hand.
“ah ah, keep those open for me, or you don’t get a taste later,” she whispered, and you whined, forcing your legs back open.
“there you go, so good for me. god, you look so good like this… i almost wanna give you a taste right now.”
“please, oh please,” you whispered. “wanna make you cum so bad.”
“oh baby, just you wait. you still have two orgasms to give me. and i’m gonna fucking make you squirt.”
notes: welcome to day twenty four! i know this one is super late but i was busy all day and had an assignment due for midterms lmao. this one is short and isn't as smutty, but it is cute. as always, likes are appreciated and reblogs are highly recommended. happy kinking <3
after school was the only good time you had to sneak off with your girlfriend. you’d both told your families it was for after school activities, like band or some kind of club, you couldn’t remember. maybe you would when your mom asked you how it was, but for now, all you knew was robin buckley.
all you knew was her laugh, her smile, the sparkle in her eye as you hid in a storage closet near the band room, somewhere you knew no one would look for you. and then all you knew was her lips on yours in a frantic kiss, desperation evident as you hadn’t seen each other all day. your hands held her waist as hers traveled to your hair, tugging on it gently as you kissed. you moaned softly, and you could feel her chuckle against your lips.
“you like that, huh?” she asked, and you nodded slowly. you’d never had anyone try it with you before, but you liked the sensation, the sharp bit of pain at your scalp that turned into a tingling feeling that sent shivers down your spine. you whined a little as she tugged again, and she smiled before kissing along your neck.
“find out something new with you every day,” she whispered, and you smiled, then moaned again as she tugged on your hair, a bit harder this time. what you wouldn’t give to have that be the only thing you ever felt for the rest of your life.
