sprinting towards the end of kinktober trying to wrap up these goodcollins ficlets... here's another one for ya 𓆩^._.^𓆪
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ficlet number 8 of 10: long gone with their sins
(more info below the cut! please see CWs and tags!)
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fugue (and beautiful you are, so gone) chapter summary:
With that all in mind, Harry had asked if the Second Master would be interested in being used…but in a different sort of way. Combined with a lack of control, and a guarantee of pleasure, perhaps mixed with a touch of pain, if that was of interest. Collins had agreed — said he was open to all of the above.
Goodsir and Collins's evening of fun continues. Wrapping up for a combo of kinktober prompts: intoxication, free use, somnophilia, edging, and dacryphilia. some are tapped into more than others, but all are at least lightly mentioned.
prompts are all from from @stoneantler's kinktober prompt list! part 2 of 2. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
ficlet title and chapter titles are a reference to the song "gone with the sin" by HIM.
beginning chapter notes:
seconding what i said in chapter 1 to be mindful of tags, please! self preservation above all, sailors. : )
soooooo i recognize that it's fully 10/29 and i have a lot of ficlets to wrap up. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. this month has been so hellish on my shitty little body, medically, and it's also nearing the peak of busy season in my university's fall term. i will finish everything i started for kinktober (and even add one last new thing!) but it will likely bleed into november. here's hoping that y'all think what i post will be worth the wait...
what do you think sae likes giving more? edging or overstim?
so i am biased bc i prefer overstim sldkjflsdjfl so in my head he prefers that but i could very much see him liking the control that comes with edging so...i'm very conflicted lmao.
since he's evil i could see him edging you and then immediately going into overstim when he finally lets you cum.
Note: This was fun to write. Atsushi is canonically bad at dirty talk. Anyway, enjoy!
You underestimated the weretiger’s intensity.
It was fun to tease him, your boyfriend. It was never anything mean-spirited. You just found amusement and joy when you made a slightly suggestive comment and his cheeks flare in pink. “W-We’re at work, you know?”
“Of course I know~ I’ll behave now,” but before you opened the office door, your hand brushed against his crotch, feeling his half-hard erection from his trouser, “But you better behave too!”
He was stumbling over his words but you quickly swung the door open and greeted your coworkers. Kunikida asked what was wrong and Yosano was quick to note the blush on his face. “Do you have a fever, Atsushi?”
“Oh no… just feeling a bit hot, ehehe…”
He glanced up and saw your subtle smirk.
You were definitely getting it later.
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The walk home was silent but it was a comfortable silence. However, when both of you arrived home to your shared apartment, Atsushi slammed you against the closed door and crashed his lips against yours. You smiled against the fervent kiss and eagerly returned it - you liked riling up your boyfriend. He always remembered all your subtle jabs and he would immediately pounce you like a cat. However, you noted something off. This kiss was not out of desperation like usual but more… feral and rough. He pulled away, a string of saliva linking both of your lips before disconnecting. His purple-golden hues gleamed with darkness, a certain edge you only saw when he was angry during battles and missions. You swallowed thickly, feeling small underneath his gaze, whatever playful comments formulating in your head never came out of your mouth.
“Bedroom. Now.”
You forgot that you were not dealing with a skittish kitten but rather a beastly tiger; you followed his demands, quickly hurrying to the bedroom. He tore off your button-up shirt with ease, not minding to ruin the fabric and popped off a few buttons; you shimmered off your pants while his lips attached to the side of your neck, right at your jugular. He knocked you over to the ground, where the futon waited. Atsushi was quick to mark you up - perhaps you wouldn’t be so cocky if you came into the office, with hickies littering the side of your skin and you deliberately put your hair down to cover them up. You hissed when he teethed your sensitive skin, suckling and lapping up the bruised mark to soothe the crying nerves.
He was going fast - he wanted to get to his main priority. The white-haired man continued a trail of marks starting from your neck, to your chest, to your belly, and finally, he met your groin and pelvis, leaving behind a chain of lovebites which only haphazardly connected. You yelped when he yanked down your underwear and threw it to the side. Atsushi didn’t even take the time to admire the slick run down your thighs as he spread your legs, positioning himself between them. Without warning, he spread out the lips of your labia and assaulted the bundle of nerves up top. Your body writhed and you cried out - he was suckling on your clit hard and oh, it was too much already; your body involuntarily tried to pull away from the intensity of his mouth, only for his hands to grip at your hips hard and burying his nails into the skin. Your hands found purchase in his choppy locks, gripping and pulling as he continued to his onslaught; kissing, licking, and sucking in your pearl and sometimes lapping up your messy juices.
The coil in your belly was about to snap and you began trying to desperately buck into his mouth, his nails digging red crescent shapes into your skin as you did soon. A loud moan left your pretty lips as you declared you were already about to cum. Before you could dive off the cliff and drown in the ocean of climax, Atsushi stopped and pulled away, a haughty smirk dancing on his lips as he licked up the remaining juices.
“W-What the hell, Atsushi?” you whined, wanting to kick that stupid smile right off his face.
“You’ve been teasing so much - it’s only fair you get a taste of your own medicine,” he remarked. Before you could protest and tell him off, you shuddered when you felt his slender digits press up against the entrance of your cunt. Not wasting any time, he shoved his index and middle fingers into your sopping core. The advantage Atsushi had over you, having been with you for so long, is that he knew your body intimately well. While it took time, fumbling awkwardly during sex and being clumsy with his hands, he was quick to learn what got you off. The pads of his fingers brushed up against a particularly bumpy spot within your tight walls. He quickly found a rhythm and began pumping his digits in and out of your needy core, making sure to curl his fingers just like you liked it. You tried biting your bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction but god, he knew just how to touch you; you moaned wantonly, instinctually fucking yourself against his fingers. “Are you close again? Already?” he teased.
“Y-YES! P-Please, A-Atsushi, I’m going to--”
He pressed his thumb against your clit and you thought, finally, he’s going to let me come. And he rubbed and rubbed small circles ferociously against the overstimulated pearl. But as soon as your pussy tightened and clenched around his fingers, he was quick to retract his hand. You particularly screamed at the loss, cursing and whining. “W-What the fuck?! Whyyyyyy?!”
Atsushi couldn’t help but giggle - it was quite adorable, seeing you this frustrated, even if this may bite him in the ass later. “Well, girls who misbehave don’t get what they want,” he stated this so matter-of-factly. If you weren’t frustrated, you would have laughed - but not only has he denied you of an orgasm not once, but twice.
He made quick work to undo his belt and zipper, pulling out his cock and stroking it. Your mouth particularly watered at the sight of his erection, wondering if he’s been dying to touch you since this morning. He settled in between your legs and brought them over his shoulders; he rubbed his length against your pussy, relishing and sighing at how wet and how hot you were. However, Atsushi still had the upper hand. “You owe me an apology for earlier, Y/N.”
You would have snorted. Dirty talk wasn’t Atsushi’s strong suit but you were desperate for release and you didn’t wanna get on his bad side again, “I-I’m sorry! P-Please, Atsushi…!”
“Please what?”
You groaned but you gave in, “M-Make me cum!”
“With what?”
“With your dick, oh my god, pleeeeaseee--AHH!”
He shoved his cock right into your impatient pussy, buried himself to hilt before pulling out and slamming back in. You moaned, crying as he found his rhythm. Atsushi finally gave in to his urges, pounding into you with abandon; he folded you in half, he held your legs and pressed them up against your shoulders so he could fuck you deeper, the head of his cock kissing your womb and brushing deliciously up against your g-spot. You gripped at the blanket underneath you, wailing when his hard pelvic bone hit your clit, sending electricity through your synapses. Your climax was first approaching - it felt like you were going to crash into the earth like a meteor. Atsushi groaned and picked up the pace, feeling your pussy grip his length like a vice.
“A-Atsushi, I-I can’t take it anymore, p-please, let me cum, nngh--!”
One hand released your leg to dip in between the two bodies, finding your clit with ease. He rubbed and pinched the nerves, wanting to make you cum before he released himself. “G-Go on, Y/N, you can come now!”
And come you did, your orgasm tore through your body intensely and you cried out your boyfriend’s name. Your boyfriend whimpered at the sight - your body particularly convulsed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Atsushi pulled himself out when you reached your high and pumped his own cock, getting off to the sight of you reaching nirvana. He grunted and sighed when his hot seed spurted out from the head of his length and landed on your stomach and chest. He gave it a few more weak strokes before sighing in relief and crashing right next to you, basking in the afterglow in your climaxes.
Your boyfriend smiled, back to his usual sweet self, and he gave a quick peck to your lips, “Let’s clean you up. I’ll go draw a bath for you.”
He steadied his legs as he picked himself up - he found a water bottle and a towel to give to you while waiting on the bath. When he kneeled down and cleaned off the sticky residue of his cum, you murmured his name, “Atsushi…”
How about deliberately being extra bratty and flirting with shinys just to make Fox jealous - knowing it'll only end with him being rough and extra bitey when he finally gets his hands on you. 😏
Send me a NSFT HC, and I'll write a 5 sentence ficlet for it
Commander Fox x f!reader
Warnings: brat taming, dirty talk, edging, fem!receiving oral, size kink if you squint
Also I went over, but I don't care bc this one inspired me
You know you should feel bad for the poor shiny, but you can't bring yourself to feel too bad when it made Fox like this. He's spent what feels like an eternity between your legs, bringing you up to edge with his mouth before pulling away at the last possible second. He shifts so he place his dick right over your stomach, grinning at the way your eyes get wide when you see how deep he'll go.
"Is this what my brat wanted?" You nod vigorously, and he gives you a grin that's almost all teeth. "You want this, you have to use your words. I know you can do it; I heard what you were telling that shiny."
Your surprise must have shown on your face because he laughs. "That's what I thought."
kinda wanna edge dazai and make him cry, cry tears of desperation as he begs for u to let him cum. but every time you move your hand up and down his pretty dick, the moment you feel it twitch, you take your hands off. it makes him whine and beg, but you just want to see him fall apart for you. you are the only one who can see him like this. <3
