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day 17

youre literally being a silly salmon rn

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don'tcha know i'm no good for ya

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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.

“You gon’ keep whisperin’ like that, or you gon’ say a nigga’s name for real?”

“Man, ‘gon on…” you mumbled as you rolled your eyes and folded your arms across your chest, but your heart was already beating too fast. “You forget people besides me sleep in this house, Smoke. You tryna get my ass in deep shit.”

“Ain’t tryin’ to get you in trouble, baby. Just tryin’ to see if you can stay quiet like you did last time.”

Your face warmed as the memory flashed through you; he saw it, the way your breath hitched and thighs clenched, and chuckled under his breath.

“Knew you’d remember,” he said softly. “Shit, even if you didn’t, I’m here to remind yo ass.”

You tried to hold on to your composure, but he stepped closer, the scent of tobacco and river water clinging to him.

His voice slid right against your ear, velvety smooth. “You ain’t always gotta be quiet,” he whispered. “I like hearin’ what I do to you.”

“I can’t risk it,” you said, too quick, too shaky.

“We’ll see.”

The wooden floor creaked as he moved comfortably, leading you back into your bedroom and shutting the door with a kick; outside, a whip-poor-will bleated out once, then twice. Everything else was quiet, except for the sound of your unsteady breathing. The anticipation was killing you because you suspected he was going to fuck you so hard you couldn't keep quiet.

“We ain’t got time for dick suckin’ and cooze eatin’,” you sassed as you spread over the bed, head settling comfortably against the pillows. “Get to strokin’, nigga.”

He chuckled deeply while following you on the bed. With a skilled quickness he unzipped his britches and pulled himself free, knees sinking into the mattress while he peered down at you, dress hiked up to your waist, no panties. “Oh, you bold tonight. It’s only been what—a week since I last fucked you. You missed it, huh?”

He lined himself up against your entrance, dragging his tip up and down your wet slit, only stopping to smack the swollen head against your sensitive clit, making you gasp and jerk beneath him in anticipation.

He slowly pushed inside, and your mouth fell open, but you quickly closed it, fighting back the scream that was about to escape.

“Goddamn,” he groaned deeply, pulling out a little once he was halfway in and sinking back in, watching your pussy stretch around him. “You done closed up on me after a week?”

“Maybe if you fucked me more than once a week, I wouldn’t be so damn tight.”

He grinned at your sassy rebuttal, knowing damn well he was about to put a stop to all that back talk. He pulled all the way out before plunging back in, damn near knocking the wind out of you. 

“Oh my god, Smoke,” you gasped, clutching his giant arms and spreading your legs wider to grant him better access. 

“What happened to stayin’ quiet, hmm?” He teased as he kissed your lips.

“Shut up,” you grumbled against his lips, trying to take in deeper breaths through your nose.

He straightened up and began thrusting inside you, intensifying the tempo once he discovered a good rhythm. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of your wetness, his hips grinding hard against yours, and his heavy breaths.

“Smoke,” you moaned breathlessly. He groaned in response as he was beginning to enjoy the way you got louder with each stroke.

“C’mon, baby,” he grunted softly, hand squeezing your breast through your dress, “My name the only word you know now?” 

You were only halfway through the witty retort when the faint rumble of an engine interrupted the silence. Headlights danced across the sheer curtains, throwing pale stripes on your walls.

“Lord have mercy—” you whispered. “That’s daddy’s Buick.”

Smoke frowned. “Shit, Ray home already?”

“Fuck! Both him and Ruthie must’ve left the revival early.”

A car door slammed outside, and shortly after, the high-pitched squeal of the front screen followed. Your father’s deep voice boomed through the hall, half scolding, half exhausted, and your little sister giggled behind him.

You nearly threw Smoke right off the bed. “Hide, fool!” you hissed.

He slid off the bed onto the floor, quick and silent, crouching in the shadow between the dresser and the window. You smothered a laugh as you took in the way his dick shimmered with your juices in the dark. The old boards creaked once under his weight, and you both froze, anxious as hell.

Footsteps sounded in the front room, then in the kitchen. A match lit up, wafting the smell of pipe tobacco onto the floorboards, alongside the scent of honeysuckle outside the open window.

Ruthie giggled again. After a few static minutes, the house settled again, wood cooling and insects buzzing outside.

Smoke looked up at you from the floor, brown eyes glinting in the dim light. He rose without so much as a sound, moving close enough to you that the air around you became charged again.

“Hush now,” he whispered, luscious lips brushing against your ear. “One sound, and they’ll know exactly who’s in your late mama’s house.”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding loud, thinking it would give you away. “Yo ass is the devil, Smoke,” you muttered.

He grinned, low and mischievously. “Why you keep lettin’ a nigga in every time he knock then, huh?”

You didn’t respond because you weren’t willing to admit the reason. Even if his smug ass already knew it.

“Let me sneak you out…” you whispered as you gripped his shoulder.

“Fuck that,” he shook his head, snatching away from you. “We ain’t even nut yet.”

“Smoke,” you exhaled sharply as you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. “If we get cau—“

“—You want to cum tonight or not?”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he smirked, stroking himself slowly. “Now bend that ass over so I can get back to work.”

You braced your hands against the mattress, locking your knees back, damn near all the way up on your tippy toes. The thrill of getting caught was damn near enough to send you over the edge.

He gripped your hips and gently rocked back into you, circling his hips a few times before setting a pace that wasn’t too rough but still had him fucking the breath right out of you.

It didn’t take long for your walls to tighten back up around his fat dick; you trembled silently, choking on your own gasps and whimpers. He slapped a hand over your mouth as you came around him, your scream of pleasure muffled in his palm.

“Mhm, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ ‘bout, baby,” Smoke grunted as he yanked you up until your back was pressed against his chest, hand still covering your mouth while he kept stroking. “Give me all that shit.” 

You bit into his palm, hoping that your moans weren’t heard past your teeth digging into his flesh as he not so subtly rammed into you, chasing his own release. He let out a hushed groan, thrusts faltering as he spilled inside of you. 

“No way in hell I’m waitin’ another week to be inside you again, Y/N,” he said lowly in your ear as he dropped his hand from your mouth, sliding it down your chin to grip the base of your neck. “You hear me?”

You nodded as you took in deeper breaths through your nose. “I hear you.”

“Good,” he chuckled softly as he kissed your cheek. “I’ll be back in two days.”

[bphantom]

I realized how little fanart there is of this queen out there omg. Going back to the ancient fandoms as of lately huh

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Took a nap so… I’m a little late , but it’s okay!

Service Kink: Simon “Ghost” Riley

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“With Simon, it’s always, “you don’t have to,” and then he’s like, “but I want to,” and so I just think I’m lucky to have him.”

Gaz turns to you with a look. “Perhaps he’s a freak who gets off on that.”

You’re almost sure it’s said as a joke, but you return the incredulous look anyway, shaking your head. “He is many things, but I think that’s a little far fetched.”

Gaz only shrugs, continuing on about other things he’s done throughout the day. You were half listening, thinking about Simon, because maybe— just maybe….

“Simon, can you..” you start, holding out your foot.

He’s at your side in only a few strides, unlacing the shoe and taking it off, beckoning for the other.

He smiles and you thank him, missing the obvious tent in his pants.

You think Kyle’s wrong, there’s no way he got off on this kind of thing— surely.

“Can I?” Simon asks a few hours later, wanting to help you out of clothes, shower with you, and put you to sleep.

Normally you’d let him, but now…?

“You have a look on your face,” he deadpans, tilting your head up at him.

“Kyle said you get off on helping me,” you say back, knowing Simon appreciated honesty more than beating around the bush.

But it’s Simon who gets choked up, blush obvious in his red ears and burning face.

“It’s true?!” You laugh, smiling at him. Shocking? A little. Surprising? Not really after all the signs you missed.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“No, no. Cmon, help me out of my clothes, you freak.”

“Don’t degrade me,” he says incredulously, helping you out of your shirt first.

You only roll your eyes, raising your arms for him. “What if I thanked you for the help? Hm?”

“Yeah? How would you thank me?”

“Freak.” You say again, which elicits a gruff laugh from the man.

You do end up thanking him, however, making him do things for you while shamelessly groping him around the house. He swears he’s never been harder before.

——————

Abrupt ending? Maybe. I’ll make up for it 🤗

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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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