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youre literally being a silly salmon rn
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day 17
youre literally being a silly salmon rn
don'tcha know i'm no good for ya
Linktober 2025 Day 17: Korok 🌱
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I Can’t Risk It
Kinktober Day 17 — Quiet Sex
Summary: If your family found out about you and Smoke’s horizontal tango, you’d never hear the end of it!
Pairing: Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Black!Fem Reader
Warnings: smutty smut, explicit language, use of n-word, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing
Word count: 1.4k
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The night had a weight to it, the sort that made the air feel like magnolias and rain. The old ceiling fan ticked away, slowly, above the parlor, and chatter from the juke joint two streets over reached your ears through the window.
You were supposed to be relaxing, lost in the stillness of the night before your family returned home from the revival. You didn’t want to hear all that hootin’ and hollerin’ tonight. But then the back door creaked, soft and deliberate, and you knew that sound. Smoke never used the front like a normal man. Then again, Elijah Moore was nowhere near your average man.
“You got to be one crazy-ass nigga,” you whisper-shouted, stepping out of your bedroom.
“You say that shit every time,” he said, his voice low as a hum.
“That’s cause it’s true.”
He grinned in the dark. The light from the streetlamp caught the gold in his watch and the leftover cigarette ash on his thumb.
I realized how little fanart there is of this queen out there omg. Going back to the ancient fandoms as of lately huh
Took a nap so… I’m a little late , but it’s okay!
Service Kink: Simon “Ghost” Riley
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Kinkmas 25' König (D17) Size Difference
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Köing really doesn’t remember that you’re so much smaller than him until he’s watching you reach up for a cup on one of the top shelves in the kitchen and you’re literally hopping to try and get to it. Bouncing on your tip toes until you’re climbing up onto the counter top. It’s worse when you sit down on the couch with him, and your feet just dangle over the edge of the couch. “I’ll grab it for you, hase.” You roll your eyes and drop down from the counter top. “Thank you.” You mumble and take the cup from his hand.
His clothes practically swallow you whole, and make you look like you’re in a dress. Sitting on your mid-thigh, his long sleeves cover your arms entirely including your hands. The first time Köing sees you like this. He just stares blankly at you, quiet as he watches you walk around the house and it becomes his undoing. Don’t get him started on his jeans, or sweatshirts. You look like a little kid walking around with pants that are sliding down your hips and thighs even though you’re wearing a belt. “You're doing that on purpose, Schatz.” He says looking up from paperwork at the dining room table. You twirl around in the shirt that covers you completely. “No…” Köing raises a brow, “Okay, maybe a little.” You giggle and return your attention to the task in front of you.
The compassion of your hands is a strong giveaway in just how much larger than life Köing is compared to you. His hands swallow yours, and when you lace your fingers together your fingers don’t even poke out from between Koing thick and long fingers. “Come on!” You say excitedly as you grab a hold of Koing's large hand and drag him around the farmer market. Your grip is tight around his thick digits. “Jesus liebling, your hands are so tiny.” He mumbles as he follows behind you, staring down at your connected hands. “You’re just big, Koing.”
König has always been aware of when you’re close and in his space. When you stand in front of him, and try to wrap your hands around his thick waist it’s nearly impossible to do so. Köing is at least smart enough to adjust himself for you. Shifting his weight around, widening his stand, making sure that he doesn’t overcrowd you. “Where are you going?” You squeak out, a sad smile on your face. “I’m just giving you more space, schatz.” You shake your head, “No, come back here.” You beg him with doe eyes that have his heart slipping and cracking.
Köing is a protective, and possessive man. He just shows it in a quiet, large sort of way. Köing can always position himself between you and large crowds knowing that you can get over stimulated quickly when there are too many people around you. His presence isn’t looming, he's just acting as a shield for you and it never once makes you feel like you’re trapped. “Move here, schatz.” He says moving you in front of him, calming as you walk towards a large crowd. He keeps you protected for long as is needed. “Thank you, love.” You mumble before reaching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his cheek.
Afraid of pinning you down, and hurting you during intimate moments. Instead the man braces his hands on the wall, the couch, or the doorframe of your shared bedroom. He keeps all his weight off of you just to make sure you don’t feel utterly trapped under his weight.
He’s always checking in with you, watching your reactions as he rubs the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit. Slick running between your thighs and collecting under your ass. “You okay, hase?” He asks his voice deep, and thick with lust. His eyes track every movement you make. “Still okay?” he whispers as he presses the tip of his cock into the entrance of your slick cunt.
His forehead drops forward as he pushes his cock into your cunt. Whispering things that the man would normally be able to filter away. “Such a tight fuckin’ cunt, schatz.” Quiet admission that floats into the air with ease. “I’ve gotta be so careful with you, I might break you.” He mutters, “Spilt me in fuckin’ half with your cock.” You babble on, tears on the edges of your eyes from the sheet thickness of his cock as it rubs against your g-spot with every snap of his hips.
Aftercare with Koing hits the both of you harder than you think. A large hand wrapping down your thighs with a small wash cloth. Whipping away the mix of your release. Köing wrapping you up in his arms and pressing you tightly against his chest. You fit perfectly against him, with blankets, pillows and whatever else laying around the two of you. “So perfect, liebling. So tiny, you fit perfectly right here.” He mutters into your hair as your breath even out and sleep overtakes you.
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