#kinktober2020

[quirklessthot]

kinktober: day 3 | nudes [dabi]

warnings: 18+

word count: 1.1k

a/n still going strong with day three! (p.s. you canNOT tell me dabi wouldn't pull this shit)

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You’re sleeping peacefully in your bed, dead to the world, until the loud ping of your phone receiving a message wakes you. Groggily, you crack open your eyes and feel around blindly for your phone. You bring it to your face and turn on the display, instantly regretting having the backlight on so high. After nearly getting blinded, you can make out the words on the screen.

[unknown]: u up?

The contact might be listed as ‘unknown’, but you know exactly who would wake you up with a text like this at 2 am. Your phone pings again.

[unknown]: its dabi

You know.

Heaving a tired sigh, you roll your eyes but answer anyway, thumb lazily tapping on your onscreen keyboard as you yawn and hug your pillow.

[You]: I am now. What do you want?

His reply is almost immediate.

[unknown]: my dick is so hard right now

Seriously? Could he be more of a fuckboy right now?

Apparently, he could, because his next message is a shaky picture of his hand wrapped around his hard dick. It’s a terrible quality photo if you’re being honest: the lightning is bad, there’s no finesse and most importantly, you didn’t ask for it. A 3/10, overall.

[You]: That’s rough, buddy. Goodnight.

The next few pings come in quick succession. Great, he’s double-texting.

[unknown]: babe

[unknown]: c’mon

[unknown]: dont b like that…

[unknown]: pls?

Your eyebrows raise almost to your hairline. You didn’t Dabi even knew the word ‘please’ existed. He must be really desperate.

[You]: Well I’m not sure what you want me to do about it? I don’t even know where you are…

The next message almost has you throwing your phone.

[unknown]: send me a pic of ur tits

“You’ve got to be shitting me…” you mumble into the quiet darkness of your room.

[You]: I’m not giving you nudes Dabi.

[unknown]: i gave u sum!

[You]: I didn’t ask for a picture of your dick!!

[unknown]: :(

Such a simple emoji shouldn’t fill you with so much remorse but a part of you knows how hard you find it telling Dabi ‘no’.

One picture and that’s all he’s getting.

You hike your shirt up to tuck it under your chin, nipples instantly pebbling under the cool night air. You angle your phone and snap a picture, making sure to keep your face firmly out of the frame. It’s a little dark – you’re too tired to get up and turn any lights on – and it’s not exactly the sexiest pic you’ve ever taken but he’ll have to make do.

Your thumb hovers over the send button before you take the leap and press it, wondering in the back of your mind just how much you’re going to regret this.

It takes a while for him to respond and you hate how antsy it’s making you. You’re on the metaphorical edge of your metaphorical seat as you wait. Does he like it? He’s the one begging for nudes at two in the morning, he’d better like it!

[unknown]: fuuuuuk babe

[unknown]: wish i was thr

[unknown]: hav u suck m e off

[unknown]: cover thse perfct fukin tits in my c um

That’s more typos than usual, and it’s probably not because of his usual laziness. You greatly suspect he’s multitasking.

The thought of Dabi pleasuring himself to a picture of you has warmth spreading through your body. You squeeze your thighs together as you type.

[You]: Yeah? What makes you think I’ll let you

[unknown]: u’ll let me

[unknown]: cuz ur my prefect lil cumslut

[unknown]: isnt that right ?

You mutter a curse under your breath as your hand finds its way between your thighs. Images of you gagging on Dabi’s cock flash in your mind, the most recent rendezvous – from about a week ago. You can almost feel the heavy weight of his girthy cock on your tongue. You subconsciously lick your lips as your hand speeds up.

Another message.

[unknown]: busy?

You can almost feel the smugness radiating from that single word. Groaning, you ignore his taunt and put your phone down to continue rubbing yourself over your underwear, making sure to put most of your focus on your little clit.

Your phone pings again.

[unknown]: i kno ur touchin urself

[unknown]: u wet for me baby?

You whine and nod your head before remembering that he can’t actually see you.

[You]: Yeah, I think I soaked through my panties

[unknown]: hm not sure i believe u

The horny haze you’ve unexpectedly found yourself in has you thinking you need to send him proof and you reach over to flick on your bedside lamp, bathing the dark room in warm, artificial yellow light. Settling back down, you quickly snap another photo and send it to Dabi.

This one is focused between your spread thighs, underwear pulled taught over your mound and leaving little to the imagination. The sizeable dark patch is hard to miss.

[unknown]: fuck i wish i could call u right now so i can hear those cute little noises you make when u play with urself

[unknown]: guess I’ll have to make do with pics huh?

Taking the hint, you quickly roll down your underwear, discarding it somewhere onto the floor, and take a picture of your cunt, lips slick and shiny with your arousal.

As you wait for Dabi’s reply, your hand slowly slides between your thighs. A shiver runs through your body at the feeling of your slippery, heated skin under your fingertips. Focusing tight, slow circles over your clit, you begin rocking your hips, already lost in pleasure. Too impatient for anymore teasing, you slip two fingers inside, arching your back and gasping at the delicious stretch.

You alternate between fucking yourself on your fingers hard and fast and feverishly rubbing your clit, sometimes giving your pussy a firm, teasing spank – just the way Dabi likes to do when he’s knuckles deep in you. You’re so wet you’re beginning to make a mess but at this moment – right on the precipice of pure bliss, you don’t care.

It only takes a few strokes and you’re falling over the edge, entire body spasming as you cry out. When you fall back onto your pillow, you let out a deep, pleasured exhale, fully satiated.

The last photo you send is of two of your fingers inches away from your bare cunt, glossy with your slick - a few strands are connected from your soaked digits to your puffy, swollen lips. Seconds later you get one of Dabi, shirt pulled up and spent cock lying on his stomach, white traces of his cum all over his stomach and chest.

Still on cloud nine from your orgasm, you get up to clean yourself up. When you lie back down in your bed, you pick up your phone to shoot Dabi a quick text.

[You]: Ok, I have to admit that was fun but you’re going to delete those, right?

Read 2:27 am

[You]: Dabi?

Read 2:28 am

[You]: Dabi. That’s not funny…

Read 2:28 am

[You]: DABI!

[blahkugo]

Rush

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader x Dabi (BNHA)

Word Count: 900

TW: degradation, humiliation, dubcon

A/N: this month, @lookslikeleese, @bakatenshii, @rat-suki , @theygottheircages, and I are bringing you a joint kinktober! you can find our masterlist here!

Day 1: Degradation / Humiliation

“Put it on,” Tomura barks gruffly, pushing your hips into the plush gaming chair. His eyes are glazed over, revealing no hint of the quiet anger that brews underneath.

“Tomura, I-”

“I said, put it on,” he presses four lithe fingers across your stomach, the fifth hovering over your taut skin— a warning that shoots electricity down your spine. His free hand tugs at your waistband for a second before simply dusting the article away. “Tell them exactly why you felt the need to interrupt me.”

You can feel heat sizzle through your body, eyes wide as you silently plead for any other punishment. He simply holds you in place, scowl planted on his face.

Heart pumping wildly, you finally follow your impatient leader’s command. As soon as your ears make contact with the headset, you’re barraged by a cacophony of nameless voices— no doubt a group of random men Shigaraki spends his time gaming with. You’re hit with a wave of embarrassment as all of them coo and holler at the exchange they just heard. The onslaught of sound blurs together, but one voice stands out amongst the rest:

“Everyone shut the fuck up, I want to hear this.”

Dabi.

You’d know it anywhere, that quiet, apathetic lilt. It’s the same one that scouted you for the LoV, that has accompanied you on countless missions, that seems to be everywhere.

It’s the very same voice that carries through the walls of the base late at night—groaning, panting, restless—no matter how desperately you attempt to drown it out

A sharp pain spikes your thigh as Tomura’s hand slaps against it and you’re torn from your reeling thoughts.

“We’re all fucking waiting, slut,” his free hand tugs at your hair, a twisted grin gracing his face at the pained cry that leaves you. The other men let out their own laughs, some even going as far as echoing Shigaraki’s crude insult.

“I- I interrupted the boss because,” your entire body floods with a fever, “because I’m a needy whore.” Before you can even finish your sentence, you’re accosted once again by the whoops and howls of faceless men. All the while, you’re met with a weighted silence from Dabi— a fact that startles you purely because of your disappointment.

Calloused fingers tear your thighs apart, running down your heated skin until they near that bundle of nerves. And when he touches it, rubbing quick circles into the bud while his tongue attaches itself to your clit, you can’t keep quiet. Try as you might, Shigaraki’s grazes leave slight gasps and whines in their wake. A chorus of taunts follows every noise from you, snickers and mumbles of ‘whore,’ ‘slut,’ and ‘I know you like it, bitch.’

The remarks only escalate as you near the edge, each seeming to triumph the last in its lewd nature. You attempt to focus on one thing: your rapidly approaching release, but a nagging thought still invades your mind. You haven’t heard a single syllable from your bleak coworker. The frustration makes you cry out, pressing painful crescents into your bare thighs. Why hasn’t he said anything?

The answer evades your blissed out mind, unable to comprehend why the man who groans your name long into the night falls silent when given a real chance.

That is, until Tomura issues his next demand. Between his laps at your wet slit, he mumbles,

“Tell Ashtray how much of a fucking whore you are.”

This time, you don’t bother refusing him. Dabi’s name falls from your lips— a relief, a mantra, a twisted prayer to a God you weren’t sure you could believe in. Over and over, without any regard for the man between your legs. If anything, the cries only make Shigaraki press harder, fucking his tongue into you at an even hastier pace.

And before any of the men can degrade you further, Dabi’s voice rings out amongst them,

“Everyone fuck off.”

Then, there’s silence, and your breath catches in your throat as you await his next move. A second passes, then five, and you think you’ve done something wrong; maybe he’s gone as well.

“I always knew you were a little slut,” the deep, vicious groan makes your heart skip a beat. As though the wire in your gut is plucked, your legs clamp around Shigaraki’s head. “Say my name.”

“Dabi, dabi, f-fuck, Dabi!”

“Bet you’ve been praying for this moment, yeah?” He chuckles under his breath, “Bet it’s my voice that has you fucking soaked for the creep.”

And with that single sentence, your vision goes white. Every nerve in your body stands on end as your legs clamp up. You can hear Dabi’s cold laughter, and from a distance, a mumbled ‘what a little whore.’ You lose yourself in the pleasure, unaware of time or its passing as Shigaraki’s fingers fuck you through your high.

He only detaches himself from your cunt once you’re a quivering mess, tears streaming freely down your face. With a quick swipe at his lips, his tongue moves to catch the slick that’s dripping down his chin. He tugs the headset off of you with a single swift movement,

“Get in here, Ashtray. We’re not done with the bitch yet.”

[hanbin-s-ssi]

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟙 💌: deepthroating

➥ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ | ᵇ.ʲᵃᶜᵒᵇ

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟚 💌: fingering

➥ ʰᵒʷ ᶜʳᵘᵉˡ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ | ᵏ.ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍʲᵒ

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟛 💌: multiple orgasms

➥ ᵉⁿᵗᶦʳᵉˡʸ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ | ᵏ.ᵈᵒⁿᵍʰᵉᵒⁿ

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟜 💌: body worship

➥ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃˡᵗᵉʳ | ᶜ.ˢᵉᵘⁿᵍʸᵒᵘⁿ

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟝 💌: lingerie

➥ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗˢ | ᵖ.ʲᶦⁿʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟞 💌: edging

➥ ᴵ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵍ | ᵏ.ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍʰʸᵘⁿ

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟟 💌: degradation

➥ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶦˢᵉˀ | ᵖ.ʲᵘⁿʰᵉᵉ

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟠 💌: creampie

➥ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ | ᵏ.ᵍᵉᵒⁿʰᵃᵏ

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟡 💌: phone sex

➥ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵈᶦˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ | ᵏ.ʰᵃⁿᵇᶦⁿ

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟙𝟘 💌: marking

➥ ᵛᶦᵒˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳ | ʲ.ʸᵘⁿʰᵒ

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[killerkissed]

Day 1: Mutual Masturbation

Venom

Venom x Female Reader

-

The house is quiet.

Too quiet.

You drop the first load of grocery bags onto the kitchen counter and look around. “Hello?”

It was dark and you had got home a little later than intended. You were still getting used to your new roommate.

Emphasis on the mate.

A mass came from the shadows of the hallway and scooped you up. A garbled mess of words and half a scream fell out of your mouth as the alien smothered you in a greeting. His long tongue dripped saliva down the back of your neck before wrapping around your throat.

You whined as the beast plopped you against the back of the couch and released his grip around your throat to just like up your cheek. “Venom!” You huffed, putting a hand against your chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Eddie said not to do that but I argued.” His vibrating voice filled the room. “I need you, I want you.”

“I just got home, what have you two been doing all day?”

“Eating.” He grinned with all his teeth. There was just enough light in the house for it to shine off his almost oily body.

You shouldn’t have asked. You looked up at him as his massive form pushed against your body, grinding a large member between your legs already. The adrenaline from all the actions must still be pumping through his body. “Venom…” you warned but he continued on, large hands fumbling for entrance to your clothes and tentacles ripping at what didn’t want to budge. You laughed and reached down. “I just got home!” You gripped his wide shaft and gave a few experimental pumps.

He thrust into your hands as tentacles made it between your legs. “It can be quick if it needs to be, Ed says I should stop bothering you so much.”

“When have you ever been quick?” You teased and let out a heavy sigh as a thick tentacle wiggled into your underwear and ground against your clit. It slid back and forth, getting those tingly feelings to spread throughout your body. You stroked him gently, playing with the head every so often as large amounts of precum dripped down and leaked into your clothes.

Venom’s laugh vibrated against you as he continued to let tentacles spread over your body. Two wrapped around your breasts and started to rub against your nipples in your bra. The tip of the tentacle between your legs started to dip into your hole, searching for your juices. You whined and leaned forward against him, pumping him faster in your hands as it became a two handed job. You want it so bad in your mouth. You looked up at him desperately but there were no words to convey what you felt. You don’t think it would matter. He seemed to be sadistic tonight as his hands ripped all the clothes on your lower half down to get fistfuls of your ass in his hands. His thick fingers dip into your core and get the slick that he’s created within you to play with your ass. You could only increase your tempo, feeling a shiver go throughout his tentacles.

You whined louder and pressed into his thick body as much as you could with your forehead against him. You stared down at his cock as it bobbed back and forth when you worked on him. You gasped loudly as one finger entered your ass all the while the tentacle grinding your clit entered you suddenly. It felt like feet after feet slithered into your hole. It wiggled and squirmed inside. It must have sent him over the edge to feel your walls squeezing around his body parts because he squirted out a thick cum, covering the front of him and you both. Shot after shot poured out of him with little dribbles covering your hands and into the floor. You let go immediately and grabbed onto his waist as you slid your way down his body. The pleasure was building as his fingers and tentacles kept it up, not missing a beat. Two fingers entered your ass as you felt like your womb was being kissed by the end of his tentacles. You gasped loudly, knees getting wobbly.

He held you up by his tentacles around your hips. You weighed nothing compared to how much he could actually carry. His cock twitched just below you. You couldn’t help yourself. You wrapped your lips around his cum covered cock and tasted his salt. You could easily stay like this forever, inhaling his scent and tasting his flavor. You leaned down further to get him to press into your throat, fighting your gag reflex as you did. His tentacles never stopped, heightening your experience as his one and only fuck toy. You could seriously lose your mind. You were melting in your pleasure as his movements pumping into you causing you to move on his cock. His ground against your bundle of nerves. Every hole was filled and stretched to how he saw fit. You slobbered your lewd noises out as the beginning of your orgasm sent lightning through your veins. You were on your tip-toes as muscles tensed. Your noises were only muffled by the mass in your throat.

You were cumming, dripping out your juices and squeezing on to his parts as if begging for his seed. You felt a jerk in your throat and your belly got hot. You were limp and lifeless as he kept you suspended in the air. His tentacles disappeared and cock left your throat. You coughed and sputtered with jizz on your tongue. He placed you on the couch. “Did you get chocolates?”

What a silly question, you thought staring up at the alien. “Of course.” You sputtered out, “Did you think I would forget?”

[absurdthirst]

👻🎃 Kinktober 2020 🎃👻

**All days will be completed with various characters. The Mandalorian, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Javier Peña, Agent Whiskey, Pero Tovar, Oberyn Martell, Marcus Pike, Dave York, Max Phillips

Day 1: Boot Worship - Agent Whiskey

Day 2: Lactation - Marcus Pike

Day 3: Sleepy Sex - Javier Peña

Day 4: Gagging - Ezra (Prospect)

Day 5: Double Penetration - Oberyn Martell/Pero Tovar

Day 6: Roleplay - Frankie Morales

Day 7: Public - Pero Tovar

Day 8: Orgasm Delay/Denial - Max Phillips

Day 9: Gunplay - Dave York

Day 10: Suspension - Mando

Day 11: Weight Gain - Agent Whiskey

Day 12: Uniforms - Marcus Pike

Day 13: Monster/Demon Fucking - Max Phillips

Day 14: Cock Warming - Ezra

Day 15: Hate-Fucking/Angry Sex - Frankie Morales

Day 16: Glory Hole - Pero Tovar

Day 17: Alpha/Beta/Omega - Max Phillips

Day 18: Underwear - Dave York

Day 19: Aphrodisiacs - Oberyn Martell

Day 20: Intercrural Sex - Marcus Pike

Day 21: Seduction - Oberyn Martell

Day 22: Mirror Sex - Max Phillips

Day 23: Shotgunning - Agent Whiskey

Day 24: Formal Wear - Javier Peña

Day 25: Erotic Dancing - Ezra

Day 26: Creampie - Mando

Day 27: Costumes or Masks - Marcus Pike

Day 28: Degradation - Dave York

Day 29: Body Worship - Javier Peña

Day 30: Dub-Con/Non-Con - Ezra (Prospect)

Day 31: Free Day (Dom/Sub, Hair pulling, Orgasm Denial) - Mando

[diaco1968]

Kinktoberday28

Incest_ Dabi x f!Reader ft. Natsou

Warnings! Lemon, smut, incest, voyeurism, Todorokies are the reader's brothers

Personal note: there is this possesive breeding thing going on in all Todorokies and you can't convince me otherwise...

"And where do you think you're going?"

Touya's thick voice drawled out, somehow managing to sound as nonchalant and uncaring as it was intense and demanding.

You didn't need to turn and take a look to know his cold sharp eyes were burning holes into you, you could practically feel them rake down your form, taking in your choice of clothing, and definitely not appreciating it when you put your hand on the doorknob.

"Out. Is there a problem,Touya?"

You usually wouldn't have even bothered replying but your dear dad had specifically put you under your big brother's care, because you were grounded at the moment, and Touya was no snitch. Most of the time. You just didn't want to get on his bad side just in case.

"Depends."

As quick and as graceful as a cat he rose from his place next to Natsou on the couch and hopped off over the back of it, showing off the special training he was put through frequently, before strolling over to you. In a rush you turned the knob and pulled the door open lightly.

"I'm kinda in a hurry so, if there is a catch to letting me off the hook I'll hear it when I come back."

His palm landed on the door with a soft thud, pushing it back closed and resting his hand over it as he loomed over you making sure you knew just how close he was. Your eyes frantically darted to Natsou who was still sitting on the couch, eyeing the two of you curiously.

"I don't think so, lil' sis."

The truth was, you and Touya had something going on between the two of you. And it was obviously a secret, cause if dad found out, you were both oh so royally screwed. So naturally your other big brother Natsou also didn't know about your little secret with Touya.

The fact that he was acting up like this right in front of Natsou had your heart anxiously hammering in your throat. It was terrifying. And it was kind of thrilling at the same time.

Touya caught the scared glance you shot back at Natsou and his lips split open in a wide evil smirk. Leaning in he buried his nose in your hair and inhaled your scent noisily, making you shiver as you stared at the door with wide eyes wondering what the hell he was doing.

"Mmm. You smell great."

His other hand moved up, the tips of his fingers brushing over your exposed leg before dragging his nails along your jean shorts.

"All dolled up too."

"Touya, fuck off..."

You hissed trying to make him snap out of it, had he lost his damned mind?! Natsou was right there! Just silently watching the events unfold.

What you didn't know, was Natsou knew exactly what was going on. You might've thought otherwise but Touya was not at all subtle about putting his claim on you. He was always touching you in some way when the 5 of you siblings were together, an arm around your shoulders, a hand on your leg, making you lean onto him, even going so far as to force you in his lap a few times, jokingly insisting on being your 'favourite big brother', because he knew, if he didn't do that, Natsou would definitely make a move on you himself.

The only one Touya was actually careful not to slip up in front of, was Enji himself. He probably feared his fiery wrath was he to ever find out, his own son was disgracing his precious daughter like that.

"Are you meeting up with a boy?"

Touya leaned in, his breath fanning the shell of your ear not lowering his voice at all, making goosebumps rise on your arms and the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. There was this odd edge to his voice this time. Familiar odd possesive edge. Oh he was seething inside and despite trying to mask it with indifference you knew him well enough. He hated the idea. He hated the possibility of you moving on from him to some random guy, laying his disgusting hands on you. You belonged to him and him alone. And of course you had the urge to push his buttons.

"What if I am?"

You didn't have time to do anything except take in a sharp gasp to compensate the air leaving your lungs as he pressed you harshly into the door with his full weight, chest flush against your back, growling aggressively in your ear.

"Then yes, there is a fucking problem."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Get off me!"

You tried to use your arms to push him back and away but he was bigger and stronger than you, his hands moved up grabbing your wrists and pulling them up pinning them on either side of your face, causing you to slam back into the door with an annoyed groan, a chuckle leaving his lips at your failed attempt. It was nothing more than unfair play fighting so far.

"Pathetic. Princess doesn't have to train hard with daddy, huh? Or does he train you for something else?"

The thought of you having the same kind of affection you had for him for his father as well had a permanent bitter trace in his thoughts and momentarily reminded of it had him be harsher than he intended, the sound of his palm connecting with your ass landing a loud harsh spank to emphasize his point, had even Natsou jump lightly in his place, sucking his lower lip in and nipping on it nervously, not knowing whether he should interfere or pretend he was not there at all. All he knew was Touya would never hurt you.

"Shut up,Touya! You are disgusting!"

Your now one free hand instinctively pressed against the stinging on your butt to soothe the pain a little, as you turned your head back to glare at him.

"You love me the way I am, sweetheart."

He leaned in, humming gently into your ear, lips dragging softly against your skin leaving hot open mouthed kisses on your neck. The bastard knew exactly how to make you melt every time, and this time was no different, you leaned back into him and his warm touch with a quiet soft sigh, submissively succumbing to his arms that wrapped around your smaller form, tightening his claiming hold, pulling you even closer into him while nuzzling your neck affectionately. His hips moved, humping your ass slowly and sensually.

"You're grounded, baby sis, you aren't going anywhere."

"But!-"

"Do you want big brother to punish you?"

His teeth scraped over your neck threateningly and you couldn't help the mewl that left your lips, shocking both you and Natsou in the background.

"Yes!"

"...fuck..."

Natsou was the one that let out the breathy curse at the weirdly alluring dominance Touya had over you, feeling embarassed for the way his cock twitched in excitement while watching his brother fondle his little sister like that. You were not weak by any means, you could take him down at least half the time when you two were fighting and you gave Touya some shitty attitude most of the time too, but this?

He wasn't the only one quite excited by your little performance though. Touya was very smugly pleased by it, his hand moved up and grabbed one of your breasts through your clothes roughly.

"Oh? Is that what this is all about?"

He pushed his hips forward harder, grinding the now prominent bulge of his cock against your ass as you bit your lower lip in shameful anticipation.

"You haven't dolled up for a random boy. You dolled up for your big brother Touya."

"No that's not- mph!"

His hand clamped your mouth shut, pulling your head back over his shoulder, making your back arch and you pressing your ass more into his crotch, while he bit you on the shoulder, muffling your squeak effectively.

"Or listen to this, and I like this even more you needy little bitch. There actually IS a random boy. You just use that poor fuck to rile me up, cause I fuck you so good when you get me mad, you just can't get enough of it. Hm. Right?"

"Okay Touya, stop it."

Natsou stood up from the couch making his way over to the two of you, having heard enough. He was hard and it was visible and as embarassed as he was about you seeing that, but if you weren't into this, he was not going to let it continue any longer.

"Oh but Natsou you need to hear this. Tell him."

Touya pulled you away from the door and turned you around so now you were eye to eye with Natsou making the both of you flush red.

"It's enough Touya, let her g-..."

"He is right..."

Natsou stood there watching you with wide eyes, mouth hanging open in shock as Touya laughed behind you at the awkward sexual tension he had created. Or was about to create.

"He is now in on our little secret. He looks sad. What do you tell him lil' sis?"

"I'm not-.. it's n-none of my business!.. I j-just..."

Touya raised his hand silencing Natsou's stuttering defense and urging you on.

"I'm...I'm sorry b-big brother Natsou..."

"...holy fucking shit..."

"I know, bro, I know."

You had never seen Natsou turning so red even in his most embarassing moments, and it was an amusing contrast to his white hair, only if you were not too distracted by Touya grinding himself on your ass, tugging your loose shirt down your shoulders to expose and fondle your bra covered breast with his long strong fingers, in full display for Natsou's wide eyes, dilated pupils in piqued interest.

"I see you are a little excited over there too, Natsou."

He stepped forward, startling you and Natsou as he pushed you forward towards him, grabbing and steadying you only a second before you crashed into Natsou's chest. Natsou already had his arms raised ready to catch you, but Touya swatted them away.

"Nuh uh, no touching. She is mine. I'm her favourite big brother, remember? But eh just this once, maybe you can come watch if you want."

Kinktober 2020 list

[quirklessthot]

kinktober: day 5 | size kink [mirio]

warnings: 18+

word count: 1k

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“Mirio,” you whine, wiggling your hips impatiently. “I’m ready.”

The blond lets out a chuckle, booping you on the nose. “You’re adorable, that’s what you are.”

Mirio pinches your cheek playfully with one hand while the other is 3 fingers knuckle-deep in your sopping wet pussy. He’s been preparing you for what feels like hours. The multiple orgasms are undeniably nice – twice with his tongue and just moments ago with his fingers – but the lack of dick is driving you mad. You can kind of understand why he’s so thorough; Mirio is a big man, not just in height but bulk as well and his cock is perfectly proportionate. It’s not obscenely long but is thick enough to cause even the biggest of size queens to give pause.

Sometimes you admit that he’s a bit difficult to take without serious preparation, but you’d be lying if you said you don’t love it.

“You’re taking too long,” you pout, not caring how childish you sound.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sunshine,” Mirio replies, giving you a pout of his own.

“You’re not going to hurt me, I’m ready. I promise!” To make your pleading that much more effective, you throw in your best puppy dog eyes.

Mirio looks unconvinced but slowly slides his fingers out of you and sticks them into his mouth as he loosens the drawstring on his sweatpants to pull them down and off, leaving him completely naked. His dick stands fully at attention, sagging slightly under the weight of its own girth and you find yourself squeezing your thighs together at the sight before you.

He reaches down to pick up the bottle of lube he always insists on using, squirting a generous amount into his palm to give himself a few slick strokes. He rubs another dollop of lube over your pussy lips, slipping two fingers inside to get your impossible wet little hole even wetter. He goes in deep, stroking against your fluttering walls and scissoring his fingers to stretch you open a little more. Better safe than sorry.

You begin to whine again.

“Ok, ok,” Mirio mumbles, quickly moving his fingers and pressing the fat head of his cock against your entrance.

He pushes in carefully – even with the aid of copious amounts of lube and prep it’s still a tight fit. He manages to fit the tip in before he has to stop and take a break; you’re clenching down impossibly tight around him and the resistance has him pulling out. “I don’t think I’m gonna fit…”

“You will!” you insist stubbornly, grabbing onto his broad shoulders so that you can cling to him. “Keep going!”

And he does, not sure whether to be flattered or concerned that you want his dick so badly.

Fuck, you gasp as he continues pushing. He’s only halfway in and it’s already beginning to feel like too much. You somehow always forget that he’s thickest in the right in the middle and the stretch that comes along with it brings pinpricks of tears to the corners of our eyes.

“You ok, sunshine?” Mirio pants, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. His arms are shaking from the strain of restraining himself; you feel so good around him and it’s taking all of his self-control to keep from ramming the rest of his dick into your tight, wet heat and humping into you like a madman. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, eyes tightly closed but he can tell that you’re lying and begins to pull out. Your eyes snap open at the feel of him retreating. No! You’ve taken so much of him already! To deny you now would be cruel. Why won’t your puppy dog of a boyfriend understand that?

You want him; all of him. And damnit, you’re gonna get it.

With newfound determination, you wrap your legs around him, hooking your feet so that he won’t be able to pull out and with all of your might, you pull him back into you. The unexpected force has him snapping his hips forward until he’s buried to this hilt in your spasming pussy.

Your body goes stiff and your eyes go wide, mouth forming a perfect ‘o’. You’re stuffed full and Mirio’s dick is pressing up against every sensitive spot inside you – not that it has much of a choice, being stuffed in such a little space.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re throwing your head back onto the pillow, cunt squeezing and gushing around his thick cock. Mirio watches with rapt attention as you writhe and moan under him. After what feels like an eternity, you finally come down from your high and look up to see that Mirio hasn’t taken his eyes off you the entire time. You’re not sure he even blinked.

You’re both silent, chests heaving with each breath, as you stare at each other with wide eyes.

Mirio looks as though he’s about to pass out. “Did… did you just…”

He turns his astonished gaze from your face down to where you two are connected. His lower stomach and the insides of your thighs are coated in a thin, shiny layer of your release. There’s so much of it, he can feel it drip down his thighs and balls, no doubt staining his sheets.

“Oh.. baby… shit… just..” Mirio gulps, voice unsteady. His head feels like it’s full of cotton and the edges of his vision are starting to blur. “Just hold on, ok?”

You blink up at him in confusion. Hold on? What does he mean—

Mirio slides his dick out of you about halfway before slamming it back in, making a loud squelching noise. You gasp and try to move away from the overwhelming sensation but Mirio simply grabs onto your hips and proceeds to pummel your poor overstimulated pussy and you have no choice but to take it.

He moves like a man possessed, with powerful thrusts that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mind going blank .

You lose count of the number of times you cum before Mirio is done with you.

[eclecticmiasma]

NSFW

Feedback appreciated, genuinely have never written actual pregnancy kink beyond a few lines lmao

[Warnings: weird stand bullshit, descriptions of pregnancy]

“You feel it? Don’t you?” Melone whispers, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, body mere inches from yours, “Isn’t it wonderful?” 

A feeling akin to butterflies grows in your stomach as it begins to distend the slightest bit, swelling to match the early stages of pregnancy. To be quite honest, it isn’t wonderful in the slightest- it’s terrifying. 

“Melone...I don’t know about this...” His lithe fingers stroke strands of your hair behind your ears as he places a kiss to your temple. 

“Don’t be afraid, cara, you know I wouldn’t hurt you,” His smooth voice eases some of your anxiety, but the sensation of carrying a child inside of you is deeply unnerving at best. As much as you wanted to give this to your lover, to let him both test the limits of his stand and live out his deepest fantasies, all of it would take some getting used to, “Relax...” 

You take a deep breath and allow yourself to feel his warm, gloved hand stroke your swollen abdomen. He sighs and brings his lips to yours, spurred on by the feeling of your pregnant belly. You melt into the kiss, his tongue fervently lapping at your own, his soft moans muffled. He massages your stomach as his mouth caresses you- warm, wet, needy. 

“Di molto,” He gasps after breaking the kiss, looking down at the bit of skin peeking from beneath your shirt. Absolute adoration spreads across his features. It’s incredibly endearing, “Our baby...” 

Even if it’s only a simulation, Melone is too engrossed to care. As far as he is concerned, your womb is home to his child. It’s living within you as he speaks- moving, breathing, waiting to be born. 

You barely have time to respond before he’s situating himself between your legs, pulling your shirt up over your head and tossing it to the side. He takes a moment to bask in the glory of your pregnant form, running his hands up and down your chest and torso. 

“You’re carrying my seed...” He mutters to himself, hooking his fingers through your panties and tugging them down. Even your slick hole is swollen, waiting for him. You moan as he runs a gloved finger down your folds, moisture gathering there. 

Mischievously, he leans over and taps a few keys on his laptop. 

“I really wish you’d tell me what you’re-” You wince in pain as your breasts suddenly feel extremely heavy and tender. Melone merely continues to lazily drag his fingers along your cunt, eyeing your reaction. When he feels you’re ready, he leans over you and takes one of your nipples between his lips. 

It still hurts like hell, but some pressure is relieved as he sucks your nipple hard. He squeezes the base of it a bit with his free hand, his other hand occupied toying with your throbbing clit. Melone groans loudly as white liquid spurts from your breast and into his waiting mouth, coating his tongue. You feel his hard cock jump against your thigh as he savors the taste of you. 

“Delicious,” He pants, lapping and sucking at your breast like his life depends on it, “Your milk tastes s-so good...” He rewards you by pressing a finger into your wet heat, pushing your legs farther apart by rutting his cock against your thigh at the same time. 

“Shit-” You whine, every inch of his finger stimulating your pussy like never before. It’s like every nerve of your body is electrified, sensitive beyond belief. 

Melone continues drinking your milk and thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You writhe beneath him, overstimulated, pain and pleasure melting together into something sickly-sweet. His free hand massages your other breast until more milk is leaking out. He swipes it with his thumb and rubs it all over your chest. This gives him an idea. 

He releases your abused nipple for a moment to free his leaking member and rid himself of his gloves. He milks one of your breasts while continuing to finger-fuck you until he’s satisfied with the amount of liquid dribbling down your torso. He drags his hand along it and gathers it in his palm, letting it drip onto his length and using it for lubricant. 

“D-di molto!” He grunts, sliding your milk along his shaft. The sound of his fingers scissoring inside of you grows louder the more aroused you become. Just knowing Melone wants you this badly, how insatiable he’s become at the sight of your fertile, lactating body- it makes all of the pain and discomfort worth it. 

“Look at you...I’ll make you my wife...my pregnant little wife...glowing, filled to the brim with semen...dripping with it...” He stops thrusting into his fist and squeezes, clearly on the verge of orgasming already. You grab his other hand and pull it out of you, determined to feel his cock dragging along your walls instead. 

“Melone...” He looks at you, lavender eyes sparkling. You shift your body so that your slippery cunt is dragging along the head of his length, “Fuck me. Please. Make me so full of you I can’t breathe-” 

You don’t have to ask twice. Your purple-haired lover lines up with your hole and slowly pushes in, groaning with sheer pleasure. You grip the sheets beneath you as he stretches your pussy, the feeling dizzying. 

“So...tight...” Melone puts a hand on your belly and the other on your breast. He squeezes your abdomen for a few moments, cock twitching inside of you as he does so. His lips cover yours as he finally begins to move, thick cock gliding inside of you again and again and again. 

More of your milk squirts from your nipples as Melone fucks you, thrusting so hard the headboard of your bed bangs against the wall. Though your lover could be quite enthusiastic in his love making, it has never been as feral as this. He grunts and groans, squeezing your flesh so hard that it bruises. All you can do is hold on for the ride, nails digging into the back of his shoulders as he takes you. 

“Mine...mine...Full of my sperm, dripping with cum, bearing my child...” You whine as his hips gyrate against you, cock penetrating impossibly deep. The look in his eyes is nearly unhinged as they rake up and down your body. You feel like you just might snap in half with the force of his love-making, “...Gonna fuck your pregnant little hole, fill you with my cum until you burst...” 

“Please!” You mewl, wrapping your legs around him as best as you can and moving your hips in time with his powerful thrusts. You reach up and squeeze your own breast, delighted when milk spurts onto Melone’s chest. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”  He grunts, “Do it again!” You obey, massaging your chest until more milk comes streaming out. An animalistic groan escapes him as his hips start to piston into you, “Cum on my cock, carina, make your pregnant pussy squirt all over me-”

Melone’s wish is your command, and your cunt spasms around him. You’re vaguely aware that you’re crying out his name as you orgasm, waves of pleasure rolling through your core. It’s not long before he’s tumbling after you, hips stuttering as he sprays his semen deep, deep into your womb. 

You milk his cock for all it’s worth, clamped around his length for as long as he keeps thrusting into you. Small, soft moans fall from his lips as he watches his slickened cock fuck your hole, thick white liquid coating it as he finally pulls out. 

As you both catch your breath, Melone gazes upon you in all of your glory. Exhausted, covered in your own milk, cum dripping from your womb- it’s more than he could have ever asked for.  

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