Welcome to Arcane Kinktober 2025 (Horny Jail Edition)!
In all my years of writing, this is my first ever Kinktober 😄 so I hope you enjoy!
This Kinktober will include a female AFAB Reader with Cait, Vi, Ambessa, Sevika, Cassandra Kiramman, and Grayson.
General warnings include (see each chapter for details): NSFW, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, FFF threesomes, non/dub-con, BDSM themes, unprotected sex, oral sex, sex toys, anal sex, multiple orgasms, double penetration, spit play, humiliation play, and much more!!
Synopsis: Getting out from a long shower, you find your mirror oddly placed in front of your bed, and a ghost-like figure roaming itself over your body.
There was a certain kind of pleasure in living alone. You could turn your music up as loud as you wanted, leave dirty clothes strung around the living room, and come out of the shower naked, just a towel in your hands used to ring out your hair.
Water droplets still fell from your body, feet padded by the soft rug of your bedroom as you shut the bathroom light off. Steam from the shower escaped from the door cracks, a remnant of the hot water that was nothing but an afterglow now.
Your bedroom was cold by comparison, air conditioning running loud and pumping hard as it made the hair on your skin stand, goosebumps rising as the vent blew against your back.
You had been so preoccupied with your thoughts that it didn’t take until reaching your bed for you to notice that your new standing mirror had moved. Bought from an old estate sale, the vintage piece was intricately carved, dark oak only slightly splintered with age. Sure, the glass was a little foggy and there were elements of a strange black residue on the back panel, but it was a timeless addition to your collection. It called to you the moment you saw it, drawing you in and making it impossible for you to jump in your car without it in the trunk.
The thought of a burglar sent your naked body into a cold shock, using the small towel to cover up your front half.
“Hello?” You called, ridiculousness brooding in you for talking to the air.
Between the perpetrator that moved the mirror either being a malicious ghost, or a human intruder, you didn’t know which sounded worse.
But that thought dissipated upon a new sensation, your concerned mind now instead flooded with confusion.
Something pressed between your legs-- not warm, not cold-- but it was there, lying unquestionable pressure. Your exposed sex was currently being massaged, cupped with a gratifying hand. You could feel the separate fingers, the grab of another hand as it groped the inside of your thigh. Hungry.
“What are you-- what is this--!”
You spread your legs, looking down for the offending touch-- only to find nothing. Your left thigh had indents on it, as if it was gripped tightly, yet nothing appeared to hold it. The image of flesh being squeezed by nothing disappeared, the groping now moving across your body in rough waves. It slithered up your soft, delicate stomach, palming hard at your wet chest. Large-padded thumbs ran over your nipples with cruel intention.
The grab forced you backwards, slamming you against what felt like the chest of another person. The newfound closeness increased the sharp breath hovering over your neck, thick clouds of exhale visible from your peripheral vision. Something exhaled labored breaths, running one hand down towards your crotch, the other stayed to grope and pull at your chest.
Fear had never crossed your mind-- merely sheer befuddlement. What was touching you-- how was this possible, that you couldn’t see it? Were you going crazy? And, was it so wrong that it felt… good?
Looking to the mirror you could see the defined outline of something ‘other’ manhandling your body. Handprints came across your hips, something wet and callous sliding down your shoulder. A hickey started to form, the gentle squelch of sucking radiating in your room.
If it had a voice, it didn’t speak, merely indulging in your body with loud pants and nose born exhales. Perhaps it was insane of you to suggest it-- but it sounded… masculine. From the size of the hands roaming your body, to the broad, chest-like wall you seemed to be pressing back against, it all felt too familiar, full of audacity you could only attribute to the husky breathing of a man.
“I don’t know what you are, or what you think you’re doing, but you can’t just come into my house-- Mph!”
Your voice is shaky, uncertain as a tight grip pulls your chin upwards.
A tongue like jellified liquid enters your mouth, salty and so undeniably lubricated you think it might drool from your lips. It tussles with yours, enveloping your mouth with a sightless heat. You stare at the ceiling, eyes searching desperately for someone-- something.
But nothing appears. You’re met with the usual state of your bedroom-- unkempt, bare of anyone but yourself.
The insatiable need of the invisible creature only seems to grow tenfold by your struggle, the delicious surrender of your mouth. It stumbles you to your bed with an invisible grip on your hip, forcing you to sit down at the edge of your bed.
You look as if you’re hovering over the unmade sheets, your thighs resting on top of what appears to be nothing, but feels like wet skin beneath your ass. Your thighs are spread apart by unseen legs, knees pressed in between yours to keep you wide in front of the mirror.
You can see yourself-- gaping, swollen with need as a hand comes down to play with your arousal.
You can’t help but offer a small moan at the invisible hand’s placement, every new touch and sensation a surprise. Two fingers push apart your flesh, showing your hole to the mirror, watching as you pulsate around nothing. You can feel its eyes on you, your body eaten up by its invisible gaze.
The act has you embarrassed, feeling filthy as water continues to drip down your hair, onto your back.
“Don’t d-do that-- not that,” Your head falls against a heavy shoulder, back still pressed against its chest as it tilts you further into humiliating exposure. “How can you even-- how’d you even get in here?”
Your attempt at an assertive tone falls short as the invisible thing’s finger swirls around your hole, something thick lying hefty between your legs. You don’t have to ask to know what it is, what the rutting of it between your thighs means.
Without grace or patience, the weighted flesh pushes inside of you, stretching you for your eyes to see in the mirror. It appears like magic, as if pure air has you spread wide and clenching. But it feels like anything but invisible in sensation-- slick and heavy, it makes you shiver as it pushes deeper inside. It draws out a lewd sound from you, your hands gripping into the bedsheets.
The invisible person barely waits to enter fully before he’s thrusting up, pounding unseen thighs against yours. Heavy hands hold your hips to bounce you on his cock, thick breaths increasing once the warmth of your hole accepted him so graciously.
A cracked cry leaves your throat as the intensity shocks you, unseen dull teeth digging into your shoulder as a tight grip forces you up, and down.
The lewd wetness of combined arousal drips out of you, so clearly in the mirror from the way your skin glistens; it makes you all the more bewildered and aroused at the sight. It splatters against your ass, coats of mysterious liquid flecking onto the mirror to show mere shadows.
You turn away, shutting your eyes at the sight. Relying on the intense grinding inside you to carry you away, you force your head back in foreign ecstasy.
But you can’t lie there for long, not when a sharp thrust digs the invisible cock all the way inside you, a hand gripping up your throat, right to your jaw. Your head is forced to turn, looking at the squeezing of your hole around nothing. It causes you to shudder, moaning at the deepness that kept itself buried up to the hilt.
“Look,” A choked whisper lets out, grinding up into you in circles, letting the vulgar sound of skin on skin resound. “I won’t let you turn away.”
Your head is held still, forced on the sight of you cumming over an invisible cock. The invisible creature doesn’t relent, watching as you drip onto the carpet, further spattering onto the bottom of the mirror each time it thrusts with unforgiving impact.
soph's ringin' ! : yes! im doing kinktober! here is the list im going off of! this list is a series of short, smutty drabbles that are mostly about 100 words! if you've never read/seen a kinktober fic, i strongly advise you look into the challenge before you start reading! it might not be your thing, and there are definitely some prompts that might make you uncomfortable! happy reading, and happy halloween! 💞🎃
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day 1 : orgasm control - dean winchester x castiel
day 2 : cumming untouched - dean winchester x castiel
day 3 : threesome - dean winchester x fem!reader x sam winchester (NO WINCEST.)
day 4 : voyeurism - sam winchester x gabriel
day 5 : dacryphilia - dean winchester x castiel
day 6 : intoxication - sam winchester x fem!reader
day 7 : blindfolds - demon!dean winchester x castiel
day 8 : webcam - pornstar!sam winchester x camgirl!reader
day 9 : tentacles - dean winchester x true form!castiel
day 10 : oral sex - dean winchester x fem!reader
day 11 : somnophilia - castiel x fem!reader
day 12 : sex work - stripper!dean winchester x human!castiel
day 13 : dom bottom/sub top - dean winchester x castiel
day 14 : choking/gagging - soulless!sam winchester x fem!reader
day 15 : semi-public - dean winchester x fem!reader
day 16 : remote control - dean winchester x fem!reader
day 17 : messy sex - sam winchester x fem!reader
day 18 : dom/sub - dean winchester x castiel
day 19 : creampie - sam winchester x fem!reader
day 20 : mirror sex - dean winchester x fem!reader
day 21 : rimming - dean winchester x castiel
day 22 : quiet sex - dean winchester x fem!reader
day 23 : biting - vampire!dean winchester x castiel
day 24 : anal sex - dean winchester x castiel
day 25 : double penetration - dean winchester x fem!reader x castiel
day 26 : lingerie - stripper!dean winchester x human!castiel
day 27 : hair pulling - dean winchester x castiel
day 28 : multiple orgasms - sam winchester x fem!reader
day 29 : body worship - sam winchester x chubby!reader
day 30 : breeding - casifer x fem!reader
day 31 : writer's choice - cuckoldery - dean winchester x fem!reader x castiel
₊˚ෆSummary: you need a way to spice up your time in Alexandria, and you've noticed a few wandering eyes curiously observing Daryl. well... now it's time to take back what's yours and have fun doing it.
₊˚ෆa/n: fresh off the press for kinktober 2025! this one includes oral sex, possessive sex, cum licking, and handcuffs. i know i'm late shhhh i've just been working and coming up with an MCAT study schedule.
You couldn’t help but feel like there was something wrong with you. It’s been three weeks since you’ve been not only surviving, but living in Alexandria and you can feel yourself going fucking insane. Here, you had everything you could possibly need: food, shelter, hot showers, so why were you on edge all the time? It could be because of how you've gotten used to constantly running for your life, slitting throats and coating yourself in human remains to disguise the scent of living flesh.
But it wasn’t.
Instead, it was due to a new instinct you’ve developed through all of this. The constant need to protect everything you had, be territorial over food and water. And, of course, him.
Daryl fucking Dixon.
The first day you arrived you couldn’t stop yourself from noticing how all the other women looked at him like fresh meat. Taking in his calloused fingers and rough demeanor, imagining that this would translate to some mindblowingly kinky sex, when in reality, he always acted too scared to even come near you. Back in the prison you learned that he was pretty vanilla, being inexperienced and anxious around girls. But, something about that made you grow hot, knowing that you were the one in control over him, always being sure to get just what you want.
But, now that he was face to face with a town full of women who had hoards of perfume and pretty, clean clothes, it made you nervous. Obviously, Daryl was the most loyal person that you had ever met, always being there for Rick and all, but these new instincts you’ve adopted made something inside of you feel a need to prove your ownership over him. Okay, maybe not ownership, but the thought of another woman on him made you feel fucking sick.
Another part of you, though, honestly did miss the excitement of the outside world. If you were lucky, you could sneak out of town with a gun and enough food for a few hours to practice your aim and tracking skills to stay sharp. But nothing felt quite the same to those painstaking months you spent on the road, never knowing what might cross your path or if you would live to see another day. You were a cortisol addict, surely, never being able to settle down, always looking for a rush.
You hadn’t noticed Rick walk up to your guardpost, too caught up in your own thoughts.
“Can ya do me a favour?” Rick asked, hand on his hips, shifting his gaze around his periphery. He was still cautious of this place, but you didn’t hold it against him given what went down over the past few months. It made it hard to trust anything.
You flashed him a smile. “What’s up?”
“I’m bringing Carl with me outside the walls. Teachin’ him some tactical skills, how to handle a knife ‘n all. I was wondering if you ‘n Daryl could watch Judith after ‘yer shift.” He gave you a wink.
He’s been paying close attention to how the change has been affecting everyone in town, and it wouldn’t take much to notice how his best friend and his girlfriend have been feeling different. Rick, Michonne, and his kids shared a house alongside Daryl and you, so it made some sense that he would ask you to help out. But you weren’t stupid, watching a baby was easy. It really wouldn’t take the two best archers in town to watch her for a few hours.
Realizing what Rick was putting down made your cheeks flush. Maybe he was right and this would be the perfect chance to spend some time alone with Daryl.
“Sure. I’ll do it.” You replied, tilting your head down and giving him a subtle nod.
He smiled back at you. “Thanks. Means a lot.” He said before turning back around, trudging his way back down the street.
Judith was easy. Always giggling and bouncing around in your arms, smiling up at you as you sang her the same nursery rhymes you mom sang to you when you were little. She made you feel hopeful. Believe in a future for this world. Like the weight of the apocalypse was lifted off your chest and shielded by her sweet little face. Every day, you could see more and more of Lori in her smile, a thought that twisted your guts but made you appreciative of what you had.
“‘Yer good at that.” You heard from behind you, not noticing Daryl’s outline in the doorway. His arms were crossed and he learned his left shoulder against the wooden frame. He must’ve been watching you in the living room for some time now as you’ve rocked Judith to sleep, and you felt a wave of embarrassment pulse down your nerves. No matter what you were doing, it was like he was always watching.
You looked down to the sleeping baby, watching her chest gently rise and fall as her tiny lungs filled with air. “Wasn’t always this easy.” You shrugged, remembering how challenging it had been keeping her quiet at times where you were surrounded with hoards of walkers.
He took a step towards you, standing over the couch and looking down at the baby. “She never sleeps with me.” He joked quietly, ensuring that he wouldn’t wake her.
Feeling confident that she wouldn’t stir, you got up and faced Daryl before making your way up the stairs to Rick’s room where you would find her crib. He followed closely behind you, doing his best to not step too loudly by tiptoeing up the wooden steps until you reached the crib and laid Judith down softly.
When you turned around to leave, you were met with Daryl again taking up the entirety of the doorframe, admiring your patience. Maybe he’s thinking about if I would be a good mom, you thought, although you both knew that he had no clue of what that would even look like.
You stepped up to him, placing your palms on his chest to gently push him out of your way. Obviously, in any other situation it would take a hell of a lot more to move him, but he playfully fell back at your shove. Cheekily, you didn’t even look at him when you started making your way to your bedroom down the hall, hoping the way you swung your hips in your walk would be enough to pull him along. And just like that, he was a puppy dog following at your heels.
In fact, he was so caught up that he didn't even notice the pair of sheriff’s handcuffs hanging from your front pocket, a prop you stole from the cabinet next to the stairs without him noticing, surely belonging to Rick.
You turned to sit on your bed, facing Daryl as he closed the door behind you both. Not a word needed to be said; this was the typical routine. His senses were sharp, and they didn’t discriminate against picking up anytime you felt remotely horny around him. But this time would be different, you told yourself. This time, you would rightfully take what belonged to you.
He walked over before sitting on the bed beside you, allowing you to turn his face into yours, welcoming a deep kiss. It was sweet, really, how he was still so gently and shy with you, and you sort of loved the way he let you take control. It felt like you were the only one that could tame Daryl Dixon. In bed, he wasn’t at all the same person he would pretend to be to everyone else. There was no leather, no cigarettes, no guns, and the only time he swore was in praise to you. He was so patient, so hesitant to throw a hand behind your head and grip a mess of your hair, but a part of you needed a bit more excitement, especially since it felt like you spent all day cozied up in the walls, making small talk with whoever crossed your path like regular people do.
You surprised both yourself and Daryl when you immediately crawled on top of him, breathing quickly between kisses like you were chasing after the air in the room.
“Lay back and put your hands over your head.” You pleaded breathlessly, pulling your shirt over your head, revealing the smooth lace of your bra.
“Why?” He mumbled, leaning back in to kiss you. Whatever you were scheming couldn’t possibly be as good as this was right now, he thought.
“Do you trust me or not?” You teased, a grin spreading across your face. You knew he’d be suspicious, but he knew you well enough to submit to whatever the hell you were thinking.
“Fine then.” He whispered, shaking his head. “Better be worth it.” He said as he scooted back towards the headboard, throwing his arms up.
You unveiled the handcuffs from your pocket, holding them out in front of you with one hand, light shimmering in your eyes. Daryl had never seen anything prettier than you in this moment.
He gulped. “Jesus, girl. ‘Yer crazy.” He said anxiously. Nonetheless, he kept his arms above his head, prompting you to crawl over him, straddling his thighs.
Carefully, you cuffed both his wrists to the central wooden post, ensuring that there was at least enough room for him to be comfortable and toss his hands slightly.
His face was hot to the touch, burning the palms of your hands as you held him steady enough to peck a gentle kiss on his lips. Smoothly, you crawled your way down, planting kisses on his neck before lifting his shirt to expose his navel, kissing the soft skin of his stomach above his belt. You looked up at him, already seeing how he was such a fucking mess, overwhelmed with the sensation of you all over him. The confidence went straight to your core, causing beads of sweat to form at the base of your nape, sending chills down your spine. Nothing was better than hearing Daryl Dixon whimper at every brush of your lips, and the eye contact you made while doing it basically wrecked him.
You watched his expression intently as your fingers lingered over his belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans, catching quick glimpses as his chest pumped up and down before finally revealing him, dragging his pants down around his knees.
He was already fucking hard and you felt yourself salivate just looking at him like this. You batted your eyes up to him, noticing his nod of approval before teasing the tip of his cock, tracing shy circles with your tongue, pulling deep groans from his throat. You were pleased at this, pulling back to enjoy every sound he made before licking down the length of his shaft, keeping him on edge. Anytime you did this, your past boyfriends would laugh, saying that you’re ‘such a tease’, desperately needing you to get them off immediately. But Daryl wasn’t like this, instead savouring every flick of your tongue like you could change your mind and it would be the last. At this point, his eyes were sealed shut and his body bucked under you, tense from the dampness of your tongue and restless for more.
But you wouldn’t let him get off that easily.
“No one else does it for you like this, eh? No other girl in town sucks you off like I do?” You nagged, but a part of you was serious, remembering every time another Alexandria woman would look at him like a hungry fucking mutt. Who the hell did they think they were?
“Uh huh.” He sighed, doing his best to control himself.
“I wanna hear you say it.” You asserted.
He winced, desperate for more. “Nobody does it like you, baby.”
“Now tell me that you’re mine.” You were hungry for his answers.
“‘Yer all mine, baby. Fuck. ‘Yer so good.” He cried, hands shaking in his cuffs.
That was enough for you to take all of him, sliding your mouth down the shaft of his cock and sucking hard, working for every moan that came from his mouth and overwhelming his senses. The cuffs restricted him, forcing his focus onto every curve of your mouth and snap of your tongue. He was fucking big, but that didn’t matter. You had the upper hand here and everything was in your control.
He came hard and fast, coating your tongue with cum as you held your mouth open wide over his dick, catching as much as you could to taste him. You made quick work of whatever had run down his tip, unexpectedly licking up the remaining cum while looking at him carelessly. He was completely breathless, body recovering from his orgasm and the way you licked the cum off his dick nearly sent him into cardiac arrest, and watching you swallow so perfectly practically resurrected him.
In that moment, you couldn’t stop looking at each other in awe, happily trusting one another with this dirty secret that would stay in this room forever.
The silence was broken by a screaming Judith having just woken up in Rick’s room. You rolled your eyes before getting and turning towards the door, turning the knob and pacing down the hallway.
“Hey! Gon’ leave me like this?” You heard him yell from your room. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of a handcuffed Daryl in your bed as you learned over her crib. After everything you had endured in the past few months, this felt pretty fucking perfect.
Steve Harrington met you five minutes before 1990 began, in downtown Chicago’s most beloved and stuffy dance hall. He hasn’t been quite the same since.
contents for this prelude only: obsessive!steve x reader; feminine reader; reader is referred to as a girl; reader and steve are in their mid/late twenties; drinking; flirting; slightly suggestive content; some things are not canon (i.e. eddie is alive and well)!!; steve is entering his corrupted era!!
word count: 1.1k
a note from the author: thank you for baring with me gang… here is a treat for u before the smut arrives at your dash step… or… whatever 🫶🏻
Steve Harrington is so over the 80s.
He’s dancing his heart out in the heated crowd on the dance floor. The entire venue is alive with talk and singing and movement. Robin dances beside him, giggling madly. Steve’s sort of amazed at how awkwardly she dances - flailing around, clumsy on her feet - but he laughs along with her because he loves her. And the drinks he’s had definitely have something to do with it.
He loves Chicago, too. He misses home sometimes, but not very often. He’s pleased to be away from his empty house and that busted town and all of the trauma that it gave him. Everyone he loved is out of there, too. The kids are in college. So is Nancy. Eddie is nomadic, and he, of course, got out of Hawkins the very moment he could. And Robin is right here with him, sharing a flat and the bills and keeping him from losing his sanity.
Everything was perfect.
Robin suddenly shrieks, a high pitched, excited squeal that leaves him less worried and more amused. She looks past him and he turns around to see what the fuss is about, following her gaze. There’s someone running at him, and he side-steps to let them pass.
An angel. That’s the only thing you could be. An angel that wraps Robin up in her arms and holds her tight.
“You didn’t say you’d be here!” Robin slurs, looking at the Angel up and down.
“I decided to come last minute,” the Angel says. “I thought maybe I could rot here instead of my apartment.”
Robin’s brows furrow. “Who’d you come with?”
“Some friends from — do you remember Mary and Shawn? Art history?”
It clicks for Steve now — you’re the girl that Robin went to school with that also got a job at 93.9.
He can’t pull his eyes away from you. He feels a little breathless and lightheaded, and this time, it’s not from the dancing and drinking. He stares stupidly, not understanding the conversation, but watching your lips move as you talk with Robin. Your lipstick compliments your skin well, smears just a little at the edge of your mouth.
His hand twitches. He feels magnetized towards you. Wants to wipe the excess color off with his thumb and suck it into his mouth. He’s shocked by his own desire, shaking his head as if it could clear his thoughts.
I’m just drunk.
The Angel glances at him. “Hi.”
He blinks, taken out of his stupor. “Hi.”
“Oh, I’m so rude.” Robin runs a hand through her sweaty hair, pushing it back. “This is Steve.”
The Angel gasps. “Oh, yeah! Robin’s talked about you.”
Which might be the worst thing to hear. He loves her, but Robin isn’t exactly a great wingman.
“Well, I hope she said good things.”
“Only the best.”
God, he feels hot.
Robin introduces you to him. “We work at the radio station together.”
“Very cool,” Steve says. He’s so off his game it isn’t even funny. He’s struck by you, flustered, fidgety.
“I guess,” you laugh. You look at Robin, taking her hands in yours. “I should probably —“
Robin stomps her foot. “No! Don’t hang out with those morons! Stick with us!”
Your eyes glance over to Steve, then back to Robin. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Ugh, he’s fine.” She raises her voice, even though everyone can hear her. “You’re fine, aren’t you, Steve?”
He nods, gives a non-verbal thumbs up.
You’re easy to talk to. You lean against a marble pillar, the music hall hot and sticky, a horrible cocktail in your hand. Steve stands in front of you, trying to overpower his awe and turn the charm on.
“You just came with Robin?” you ask.
Robin is currently flirting with a girl nearby.
“Yeah,” he shouts. “Our other friends don’t live here. We’re kind of on our own.”
“You’re from that Hellfire town, too, right? The one that had, like, seven earthquakes?”
He nods, eyes sort of widened, because it’s not very often that someone he doesn’t know brings that up. “Yep. That one.”
You nod, too, then keep nodding, a wide smile spreading across your face while you both slowly nod at each other.
Steve’s pretty sure this is considered flirting.
“So, no one else?” you ask.
He brings his own glass to his mouth and shakes his head. “What, do I look lonely?”
“Maybe a little.” Steve picks up on the lilt in your voice, the way you’re looking at him through your lashes. “Just thought you had a date or something.”
“Do you have a date?”
“No,” you scoff. “So we’re both losers.”
Steve hums, looking at you softly, calculating his next move in his head.
“Five minutes til midnight,” you say, looking past him at the large watch face that’s been keeping track of time.
“And no one to kiss,” he tsks, shaking his head regretfully.
Your teeth bite down gently on your bottom lip and it makes Steve’s pants strain and his heartbeat quicken. “What a shame.”
“Mhm.”
His hand flexes against the glass and he catches your eyes watching them. You’re giving him an ego that he hasn’t had in forever.
“You’re not going to make me beg, are you?”
He can hear your breath hitch.
Oh, yeah, he’s still got it.
You recover quickly, clearing your throat. “Well… I guess if you’re that desperate….”
And you grab Steve first when the clock hits midnight. He really didn’t think you were serious. The commotion around you both is overwhelming, but the moment your lips are on Steve’s, you’re the only thing in the room.
The kiss lasts hardly anytime at all — two seconds, max. But when you pull away from him, laughing, he’s overcome with something he’s never felt before.
It’s indescribable. An emotion so intense that he almost snaps. It’s like you’ve kissed your flame into him, and he’s taken it eagerly, greedily, swallowing it whole and letting the fire burn hot and uncontrolled in his chest.
It scares him. Makes his blood cold and his stomach weak. Still, he can’t look away from you.
“Join us in the ‘90s, little Stevie!” Robin wails, hugging him, snapping him out of his trance.
He holds onto her tightly, trying to use her to stay grounded. To keep away thoughts that he doesn’t want running through his head. He’s sure he’ll feel normal in the morning, or whenever his hangover is done. He’s just drunk. He’s not a freak.
Eighteen months later, his thoughts have only gotten worse.
Warnings: pre-established relationship, spelling mistakes, dirty talk, praise and humiliation, bondage, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, creampie, spanking, use of a vibrator, PURE SMUT
His metallic hand clamped tight over your mouth, muffling your moans. You stared deep into those bright glowing eyes, seeing them trained so intensely on you made your body shiver.
“Scream like that again without my permission and I leave you here,” His growly voice echoed around you, making bumps rise on your naked flesh. “Don’t believe me?” He taunted, tilting his head at you, leaning forward. The light from the moon reflecting off the metal of his skin.
“I will leave you here, and I’ll go back to the party, I’ll mingle and talk while you sit here, naked, dripping, for me,”
You moaned into his palm, face and neck flushed. He leaned in, trailing his cold lips along your neck, nipping at your pulse point. “Unless you do as I say, understand?”
You nod, slipping into that familiar song and dance that you two had done dozens of times before. Your pulse raced as you watched that evil glimmer shake his eyes.
“You do know why you’re here right?” He stood back up, his hand still on your mouth, looking down at you like you were his next meal.
You nod again.
“You’re here because you refused to listen,” He walked around to the side of your chair, tilting your head back to peer up at him. “You went solo on a group mission and got hurt,” His voice softened for a moment, flickering to the bandage on your thigh. His thumb brushed along your cheekbone.
You kissed his palm, for a moment his lips lifted in a soft smile, the ones reserved only for you. Then his hand gripped your cheeks, tilting your head back and moving to stand directly behind you. You peered at him upside down, your heart pounding.
“So, now you have to be punished, and since you were already physically hurt, this is the next best thing, right? Teasing you until you’re nothing but a whimpering, dripping mess?”
Whimpering into his palm, you jolt into his chair at the loud crash noise from down the hall. It followed by deep laughter and more chaos, then came the holiday music. You’d nearly forgotten what was happening.
The room was dark, you were tied to a chair in the middle of his room, everyone else was out, merely a hundred feet away in the compound having a giant holiday party. And you were here, with Ultron of all people.
And you didn’t regret it for a moment.
“And you want to know the best part? You’re here with me, while all those other idiots are just a couple of feet away,” He leaned in, crowding your space, making you lean back against the chair. “So I suggest you listen when I tell you to be quiet,”
That evil glimmer came back to his face, with his free hand his reached between your legs. You moaned, breathing heavy. He turned on the vibrator attached to your clit, sending it back to the setting that had you moaning too loud.
Your legs tensed, your back arching, sounds lost in his hand. A smug smile tugged on his face.
“You’re so reactive, even to just a pathetic little bit of plastic and metal,” His hand trailed up over your mound, brushing up your stomach, coming to your breasts. He pinched and pulled your nipple, making it peak and flush red. “I’d use my hand, but you haven’t earned that yet, you have to earn it,”
You nodded, shaking against his hand and mumbling into the now warm metal.
“Are you going to be loud if I move my hand?” You shake your head. Slowly he moved his hand, cupping your cheek and moving to massage your scalp.
“I can earn it, let me earn it,” You whisper-pant, voice whiny. Your body tried to move against he ropes holding you to the chair, hips rolling uselessly against your vibrator.
“Alright,” Ultron swung his leg over your chair, straddling you, his crotch eye level. You licked your lips. “Yeah, that’s it, open that loud mouth of yours,”
You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, looking up at his with big eyes. His codpiece opened, the metal twisting to reveal his cock. You moaned as it landed with a thick thump on your waiting tongue.
His hands tangling in your hair, holding you steady. He rolled his hips slowly back and forth, rubbing the tip along your tongue, getting it wet. Drool rolled down your chin, but your kept your eyes on him, unable to look away.
“Deep breath in,” You inhaled deeply through your nose. “Relax,” His hands gripped your hair, his hips moving to slide his cock into your mouth. You moaned around him, your lips stretching around his girth.
Flattening your tongue, you forced yourself to breath through your nose as he moved back and forth in your mouth. He groaned softly into the quiet room, moving his hips faster, making you gag slightly.
“You look good when you’re doing what you’re told,” He taunted, voice strained. You secretly reveled how you were able to undo him. You started to match his thrusts, moaning against his cock as your hips moved against the vibrator.
Gripping your hair tight, he pressed as far as he could go, pulling you forward so your forehead rested against his hip. The cold metal was a momentary break from your sweaty flushed skin. “Good girl, that’s my good girl,”
He pulled out of your mouth, letting you breath. He massaged your head, tilting your head to meet his eyes. “Taking every inch like that,” He gripped his cock in one hand, your spit shining on the gray metal. He shook his cock at you, giving himself a hearty pump. “You really want to earn it, don’t you? You want to earn this cock?”
“Yes, yes please,” You voice was hoarse and hardly above a whisper.
“You’re so needy,” He teased, easing his cock back into your mouth, keeping a steady pace that had your eyes watering. “I love that about you. You’re as crazy for me as I am for you,”
You moaned, feeling a band start to pull in your stomach, your hips moving faster. “Don’t you dare cum on that pathetic toy. This is punishment, not torture. You cum on my fingers, face or cock, you know the rules,” He thrusted harder into you, grunting low in his throat. “I’d hate to punish you all night, it is the holidays,”
On queue, the chatter from the holiday party drifted in the hall, making your body shiver. It shouldn’t turn you on that your co-workers could hear you getting the pounding of your life. But it does.
Closing your eyes, you double down on him, working your throat on him, bobbing your head with his thrusts and rubbing the underside of his shaft with your tongue.
“Oh, fuck!” Ultron groaned, moving faster, his hands tangling in your hair. He pulled you tight to his hips, going deep into your throat and releasing a deep guttural moan that had your toes curling. You swallowed deep, taking down every warm drop of his cum. He gave some weak thrusts before pulling you off of his cock. He peered down at you, cupping your face and smashing his lips to yours.
He licked at your lips, making you moan against him. “Ultron, please,” You begged, rolling your hips.
Reaching between your legs, he ripped the vibrator from your body and tossed it to the floor. He undid the ropes, helping your hands back and making sure the blood was flowing right before untying your legs. Reaching down he lifted you into his arms, you wrapped your legs around him, your pussy rubbing against his still hard cock as he walked you to his bed.
He set you down, kissing you hard, rubbing at your cheekbones. “You’re perfect, absolutely perfect, and all mine, right?”
You smiled up at him, kissing his lips. “I’m all yours, and you’re mine,”
He sighed, shoulders relaxing for a moment. His kissed your lips sweetly. “Turn over on all fours, ass in the air, I’m gonna spank you while you cum and scream on my cock,”
Matching his wicked grin, you licked your lips. “Sir, yes, sir,” You crawled into position, putting your knees wide and dropping your head onto his soft blankets. Rolling your hips back, you presented your dripping pussy and ass to him.
Ultron hummed in acknowledgment, his hand ghosting along the edge of your ass. It trailed along your hip, dipping down to the apple of your ass before tickling your thigh.
“You’re going to be so sore after this,” His hands clapped onto your ass, making you gasp into the pillows. He massaged your ass, alternating smacks to warm your skin up.
The bed dipped behind you as he notched his cock against your pussy, you moaned as he smacked the head against your clit. He pushed just the tip into your sopping pussy. You moaned, then gasped as his hand came down and smacked your ass, hard.
One hand on your lower back, he thrusted hard inside you, sending it halfway through your pulsing walls. He spanked you again, sweat breaking out along your back. You pushed back against him, helping him get adjusted in you.
His other hand smacked your neglected cheek, then he thrusted all the way home, smacking both cheeks at the same time. You buried your face into the blankets, hoping it would muffle your moans.
His thrusts were hard and sure, making you shake and tremble beneath him. The blankets were muffling your screams, but if anyone walked by the door they would hear the obscene sounds.
Ultron paused in his thrusts, keeping his dick deep inside you, his spanked your ass. Your eyes rolled back at the throat of his pant print being there tomorrow. Your body felt ready to exploded, your clit pulsed, your hips trying to push back and get him to start moving again. That band pulled so tight inside you, ready to burst but not quite there yet.
“Ultron,” You moaned, panting and drooling into the blanket.
He paused, leaning over your trembling form and putting his lips to the spot behind your ear.
“Yes?”
“Please let me cum, I’m so close, please can I cum?” You whined. He kissed that spot, chuckling softly.
“Yes, you can,” Adjusting his legs, he pressed deeper inside you. On arm wrapped around your middle, keeping your hips flush. The other trailed down to your clit, his fingers rubbing the swollen bundle. “You’ve followed all my rules, especally the one about only cuming on my hands or cock,” His fingers started to vibrate, making your eyes roll back into your head.
He started thrusting again, hard and fast into your pussy, making the bed creak and slam into the wall. You should care, but you don’t, not with him grunting and panting in your ear like that.
That band finally grew tighter, making your back arch against him, pressing his cock deeper in you.
“Ultron!” You screamed, body convulsing as your orgasm overtook you, your hands gripping and ripping the blankets beneath you. The headboard slammed into the wall as Ultron groaned while you squeezed him.
“Fuck!” He moaned your name, pressing deep inside you and cumming hard, his hips stuttering. He pulled his hand away from your sensitive clit, laying over you and placing kisses on your shoulder.
“Good girl, you did such a good job,” He praised in your ear, kissing your neck. “You took me so well, good girl,” His hands massaged your hips.
Gently he pulled off of you, slipping his cock from you and scooping you up in his arms. You laughed, tired and stated, resting your head on his shoulder as he carried you bridal style to his bathroom. He brought you to the shower, setting you down but keeping you tucked into his side as he turned on the water.
“We were supposed to go back to the party,” You half complain with a light chuckle.
Ultron chuckled, leading you both into the warm water. He put you in front, the water hitting your back. He cupped your cheeks, leaning down and kissing your nose.
“That was the plan, but I doubt they’re going to be able to meet our eyes after hearing us fuck like that,” You smacked his chest, the both of you laughing.
“What are we supposed to do now?”
His hands gripped the hair at your scalp, tilting your head back, pulling you flush to his chest. “I was hoping for rounds, two, three and four,”
