Kittyfae

Hey y'all, turns out I had to go to the ER and had Pneumonia, i was gone a few days but will try my best to post a few times thiis weekend! Here's a fun and somewhat rare one from a show that I simply cannot stay away from!

knife play, smut, anal, 18+ Dexter Morgan X Reader

The day is cool, cool enough for you to be inside of your house wearing a long sleeved shirt and thigh high wool socks, lying on the bed reading a book. You have been waiting up for Dexter to get home for a few hours now, a plate still keeping warm in the oven for when he comes home exhausted and satisfied from his little extracurricular activities. Now, dont get me wrong, dating a serial killer was no easy feat, but you both did the best you could with this revelation, after he told you that is. It truly fascinated you, the rush that he got from doing this, and as long as he didn't get caught and you could technically deny knowledge of any of his activities to the police if asked, you were fine with it. There was one thing that fascinated you though, and that was his knife pack. He carries it everywhere, in his car, with him when you are out, and even sometimes getting it out to polish it when you were both having a casual day at home.

The way that he took them out, looked at them, intrigued your darker sensibilities. What he didn't know was about the dark romance novels that you read while he was out. You tried not to keep things from Dexter, but you didn't want him to worry or just plain not understand or judge your want to be with someone like him being so inherently deep. You particularly loved knife play, but were nervous that he took his activities too seriously or would feel like you do not take them seriously enough. This leaves you where you are, laying on your bed daydreaming of all the things the MMC would do to his lover, secretly wanting all of this for yourself. Hearing the door creak open and slowly shut, you put your book down, almost running to him and wrappiing your arms and legs around his torso, he keeps you lifted by placing hands right below your butt, kissing you heavily with a large smile.

"Missed you" you whisper to him, nuzzling your face into his warm neck, smelling the faint scent of his cologne mixed with bay water and a sharp potent Iron smell that you have come to recognize as blood, but now moreso associate with your stoic lover.

"I know baby, gimme five and i'll come to bed with you, okay?" He replies with another few pecks before lightly dropping you onto the couch, where you plop down, bouncing and giggling. He goes into the bedroom to go to the attached bathroom shower while you pull out the plate and ready it for him.

Walking into the bedroom, exhausted but happy when he sees your bedside drawer open, and sticking out of is a brightly colored novel. He reads the back, smile growing wider as he continues to read the back of the book, and then where your bookmark is placed, in his head concocting a plan that he knows will make you satisfied.

You hear the shower turn off, but Dexter is nowhere to be seen in your shared bedroom, so you start to knock on the door, and proceed to enter the bathroom cautiously, the steam still fogging up the room and blocking your sight in the mirrors. This is when you feel hands on you making you jump, and a piece of cold metal to your throat. This is also the moment that you see your book on the counter, carefully placed on a towel opened to the one page that you have marked for those occasions your partner is not there to please you.

"Have something to tell me, darling?"

"N-no sir, why?" you say trying to play it off, hopingg that he didn't read too far into the chapter to that part.

"Really, because I think that you and I should try a little reenactment" he says, in a tone that you haven't heard but a few times, when you got extra bratty and got a large spanking.

He guides you, arms now being held behind your back and blunt side of the knife still to your throat, toward the bed and throws you down backward.

"Stay still baby, i don't wanna cut you" he mutters with pure concentration. He then drags the knife down slowly, swirling it around your breasts methodically. As he finally gets down toward your core, pulling up the large t shirt a bit seeing your purple lace panties, the smile turns into a more sinister expression, one of knowing. Right as you look him in the eyes you feel the strings of lace begin to snap, as he cuts the panties from your body thread by thread.

Your whimpers begin to grow louder as he then smacks your wet core hard, hitting right on your clit making you scream in pleasure while also now noticing that he is fully naked in front of you, still glistening from the shower and the adrenaline of having you beneath him. At this time you are turned back onto your stomach, squeaking as your head is shover up by your hair, the knife once again at the precipise of your neck where he continuosly stares.

"God I love it when they beg" He says, now lining his hard cock up with your warm wet center. Then it hits you. Inch by inch he sinks into you, the splitting feeling never fading since the day you first allowed him in. He then puts the blade down beside you, turning your face so that you can see it and thrusting hard into you, grunts of pleasure from him and small squeaks coming from your mouth. He picks the knife back up , forcing the handle to your wide open mouth.

"Soak it for me, just like you do my cock, soak it good" He says and you hear the smirk in his voice once again. You do so with ferver, eyes watering and making little choking sounds which cause him to moan loud and animalistic. With a pop, the handle leaves your mouth and you feel warm spit coating your other hole, slowly slipping the length into your ass while you writhe and while.

"Fuck baby that's it, do you feel them together, nice and tight taking me and my weapon so well. Cmon now squeeze that beautiful little cunt around me I can feel you getting close"

You continue to squirm under him, his second hand now holding your head to the mattress, the other thrusting the knifes end into your second hole, and his cock making your body feel so warm that you might explode. That second after, you do explode with pleasure, feeling the two penitrations rub against eachother inside of you, wetness finally coating his lower half and your inner thighs, soaking the duvet. This is when Dexter loses all control, hand now contorting your head to expose your neck, moving to your side while thrusting and biting down hard on your neck, Your scream makes his body shiver, spilling white hot ropes into you with increased fervor.

After a minute, both his cock and the knife handle slowly leave your entrances, leaving you to whine as they come out.

"Well, did I do it right?" He says to you, a large cheeky smile on his face.

"Yes, but now I have to warm your food up again!" you both laugh at this, him holding you before getting up to put the food, once again, back into the oven.

Frank castle x reader 18+ smut blurb with comfort, fluff, daddy kink, and somnophilia.

The air is cool where you stand, exhaustion hitting you as soon as you start to climb the steps of your shared apartment. Everything purely feels like too much. The amount of customers, the back and head ache that woke up with and got worse throughout the day, and the overwhelm from the noise of reality. Frank, of course, was not home yet from a teaching session at the gym, but there was fresh food left for you in the fridge and a mug with a tea bag already in it next to the kettle. You proceed to scarf the food, then bring the cup of warm tea into the bedroom, taking your heavy clothes off, and slipping into the shower. The hot water feels like a dream on the sore muscles and joints currently struggling to hold you up, and after drying yourself you can finally slip into a cozy bed with a weighted blanket. Meanwhile, the urge grows in your belly, you start to scroll, looking at some small blogs, videos, and gifs that all make you even more worked up than you already are. You miss him. As you lay down, the scent of him hits you like a cloud of fog over your brain, you feel the comfort start to sink in and your pulse start to steady, eyes closing despite your core and its current begging for attention.

Ok, so, Because you all so politely voted in my latest Poll, I am changing my kinktober pick for tonight to none other than Jack Abbot! Now I did want to do something special for my chronically ill friends out there, I have cyclic vomiting syndrome, brittle bones, and joint problems among other things so I understand, this is for you!

You and Dr. Abbot had a very interesting relationship. Every few months, you ended up in the his ER, middle of the night looking like a drowned rat. The night before a big test, the day that you were supposed to go on vacation, that big party that you wanted to attend, all of it spoiled by migrains that did unspeakable things to your head and tummy. Then there was him. The man that fed you apple juice the next day when your family had to work and hold your hair back when the worst came to fruition. On those nights, Jack Abbot was your savior. This, besides being incredibly hard to manage, could also be incredibly embarassing. In your loopy state from the sedation that helped to stop the cycle of illness somewhat, the thoughts in your head spiraled with thoughts of the handsome doctor.

Today was not one of those days, however. You didn't go out much, or drink nearly never, but the dance floor was calling your name. Three of your friends decided to bring you to a new small club in town that played 90s and early 2000's music, the perfect stress relief. The glitter of your dress sparkled in the light and the glitter on your face matched the deep blue purple on your body and shoes.

As soon as the three of you step into the space the vibes change, it is a themed night so people are dressed as alice in wonderland characters, you being the cheshire cat, complete with your hair in two buns upon your head. The room is dark, as you grab a drink in a cute little to-go tea cup and start to move your body, swaying, the fruity cocktail melting like warm liquid into your veins slowly relieving the stress from your body. This is when you feel a warm hand touch your hip. At first you wanted to run, as a random man touching you in the club seemed quite strange, but then you feel warm breathe near your ear saying

"May i have this dance, kitty?"

The blush rushes to your face as you turn your head slghtly, the large hat covering his face but the smell of his aftershave is oh so enticing and sends a hit straight to your core.

"you may" You say, dizzily smiling.

As the night goes on your escapades with the mystery mad hatter continue, swirling and dancing, up against his hard broad chest. A little while in you start to get a bit dizzy however, not from the alcohol necessarily, you can feel your body getting increasingly more exhausted. The man that you are dancing with notices as you whisper to him "Hey its getting a bit too hot in here for my body, can we go to the porch?" He puts his hand to your forhead and sounds concerned "Yes, let me help".

As soon as he says that you are lifted off of your feet, the heat in your body from not feeling well is also joined by more hear in the pitt of your belly as you put your face into the crook of his neck, lightly smiling despite the pain in your legs. As he carries you outside, you peek under the hat lightly and gasp, seeing the face of none other than Dr. Jack Abbot. Your heart sinks, feeling the thing you have dreaded the most, knowing. Knowing that he has seen you in the worst way, after the hope you had in that club that maybe, one day, someone could see you as normal, knowing that hope was now gone. But as your heart sank in that moment, something happens. He looks at your still glittery face, and smiles, kissing your forhead lightly and gently whispering that it will be okay. The shock hits you right in that moment.

"You knew!" Blush and shock covering your face, playfully smacking his chest.

"Of course I did, I saw that smile a mile away. Do you want me to have your friends come escort you home?"

"Eh, let them have fun, plus, who would I be safer with than a handsome doctor?" You wink at him

"Ok then time to go! I don't drink much, lets get you somewhere comfortable".

The drive home is playful side clances and a warm hand on your thigh, checking in with a light squeeze every few minutes to gauge your comfort level. Getting home walking into your apartment, you take a quick shower and get ready for bed, offering him the same and some spare clothes that a friend had lying around, as well as a spart crutch you had for your bad joint days so that he could finally take off his prosthetc after a long night.

"I'll take the couch, just to make sure you are safe for the night" He says, ever always the gentleman.

"How about you don't" you say, taking his hand and slowly leading him into the bedroom.

You pull him down next to you on the bed, slowly cupping his face.

"Jack, is this real? Are you sure? I am a lot. I... I need to be honest with you... give you an out if you want one. We don't have to cross this line but if we do, please dont do this because you pity me."

"Even when you feel dull, you are oh so bright a light in my life".

With that he holds your cheek in his, a burning hot kiss being shared with something else. The pace picks up, him flipping you onto your back to be on top, peeling off your clothing one by one, delicatly feeling thee soft curves of your body. You open your eyes to look at him and another blush reaches your cheeks as you feel his one hand now reach down and take his own underlayer off, then his hand goes directly to your core.

"Just take it easy darling, I've got you. Let me take care of you"

You do as he says and relax as he puts one finger into you slowly,then another, and then tp rubbing the small bundle of nerves right above your hole until you start to squirm and pant.

"Ah ah, not yet, I wanna feel you whe you feel good."

As he says this, the look given to you is a silent question, asking for your approval to finally take what you have been wanting to give since the very first time you looked into his gorgeous eyes. You touched your forhear to his, breathe increasing as you feel his hard length split you down your middle, and a strangled moan leaves your lips.

"Fuck jack big!"

"I know honey, I promise I'll make it good for ya, do all the work so you can rest those pretty legs" He says, lowly, slowly pulling himself out of you and back in, causing the light pain to go into increasing pleasure. He continues this tyrade on your insides, making noises and the way he felt like his body was made for you was a brand new revelation. How could one night make you feel so... wanted. Loved.

You are suddenly broken out of this thought with a sudden spike in pleasure, wracknig through you with wreckless abandon from your abdomen.

"Fuck Jack please!"

"Let go for me baby, let me feel you, wanna see you feel good" ha says in response. "Fuck i'm a doctor I should have asked this already, but are you on anything? Can I fill you, darling?"

"Yes and you woud know that" You lightly laugh and moan, nodding a little in confirmation.

Jack then goes faster with you, rubbing small circles on your clit and your vision goes white with beautiful stars and your belly feels warmer with pleasure that finally comes to a head making you scream his name. Once that happens, he whines about you feeling tighter and his motions get sloppier and faster by the second, finally ending in another wave of pleasure and warmth filling you with a wonderful feeling of ecstasy and happiness.

Once you both calm down and he gets his leg back on to escort your exhausted body to the bathroom and back to bed again, you cuddle into his warm chest, him kissing every part of you that he could. As you drift off you whisper to him

"You make me feel human..."

He says back

Thank you all so much for your love and support!!!

This post is dedicated to the love of my life, every quality i love in these characters I see in him. He may not read the full post but he doesn’t need too because he gives me just as beautiful of stories every single day🫶🏻

Clark was a wonderful roommate and an even better friend. Sweet and thoughtful, brought home little treats from the store and made sure you always ate breakfast. A spectacular friend. There was one issue… your secret crush on him. Your girl friends all gawked over superman while you sat at your interns desk at the Daily Planet and dreamed about all of the good things with nerdy, clumsy, endearing Clark, who always made you laugh and whose hugs felt like a safety net. He had told you his identity not long after and honestly that made you fall further into the depths of a ,what you believed was unrequited, crush.

Today was not unlike any other day, except that it was your day off. Clark was off at the store getting the ingredients for a new yummy pasta dish that he wanted to try (man can that man put it away and you loved it!).

Clark climbed the stairway to your shared apartment, humming the tune that you oh so poked fun at him about loving from the mighty crabjoys. This is when from a floor below, he hears whining. At first he struggles to recognize but then as he climbs more and more it starts to become less muffled and sounds like you.

He is about to drop everything and run to the door when he hears the sound of his name.

“Clark please fuck… I need it oh my god!”

The shocked expression is immediate, after which comes a light sly smirk, one that he only usually uses when in his other persona. Feeling guilty but too worked up to care, once inside of the apartment he takes off his glasses, revealing the most beautiful sight that he had ever seen, his cock starting to harden instantly at the sight of you, shoving a rabbit vibrator deep into your dripping cunt, his name dripping from your lips again and again like the sweetest honey.

He couldn’t help but start to palm himself through his pants, as he does he hears something that he did not expect, startling him out of his ecstasy.

“Please put a baby in me Kal-el! Please i want it so badly, fill me!”

You shout as you seemingly are close to the height of pleasure.

The door creaks open slowly, surprising you and clark even surprising himself as he is on you within a matter of seconds, hand holding your wrist still and from thrusting, and beautiful eyes boring into your now petrified ones.

“Oh how pretty you sound…” He says, a darker tone now shadowing his usually bubbly nature. “Tell me you want me and you can have whatever you want.”

You stay quiet for just a few seconds, silence between you so thick that it could be snapped in half with his big strong hands like a metal pipe.

“I want you, Kal-El. All of you, Clark”

As you let out the final syllables of what you now realized would be your final discernible words until the morning, his hands wandered to your hips, after the one holding your wrist takes the flimsy silicone toy that you have been holding and throws it across the room. He then flips you over, and himself onto his back. Hands still on your hips, his hands feel like bruising and warm, he looks at you once again, your throbbing center just resting above the head of his bare cock, still bare from stroking himself outside of your room not long ago.

“Take me” You say to him, as he finally sinks you down into his hard length. The feeling is like nothing that you have ever felt, extremely filling and warm and going straight into the parts of you that you never thought another person could reach. He lets out a small strained noise and starts to bounce you in his lap. You scream at the sheer amount of pleasure building up within your hot core.

“That’s it, sweet girl, you want me to fill you up good? I’ll fill you up so good you just have to tell me what you want. Oh god I have wanted you for so so long, hearing you moan for now who I know was me in the middle of the night. You can never fool someone with Kryptonian hearing. That’s right i heard you and touch myself every night to the thought of your sweet self wrapped around me just like you are right now and it’s so much better than i ever imagined. So please baby i’ve got you just let it out.”

He takes his arms underneath your shoulders, pulling you down onto him, kissing and moaning and little snippets of sentences follow as he drills his beautiful hips up into you.

“That’s it baby, come on i’ll fill you up so good” He says and the knot in your belly finally snaps, releasing a wave of pleasure that is earth shattering and makes vision blur. He continues to drill into you until you feel hard prominent spasms of him cumming ropes upon ropes straight into you with reckless abandon.

Finally slowing to a stop, he lightly plops you down next to him, your head in the crook of his neck and legs tangled together in bliss. Your mind goes blank as you cuddle up, content with your previous actions. Suddenly a wave of embarrassment hits you as you look up into the eyes of a very content and smug clark.

“Hey, you said you’ve never used your powers on me!”

He chuckles lightly simply responding, “Oh darling, it’s not voluntary without the glasses, that’s why i don’t live with jimmy!”

The air is cool and the sheets and blanket are warm over your tired body. A light noise stirs your mind, dreaming of all of the good things in life. A house, you, your cats, and him. The bright, smiling, vibrant partner that you live with. Adrian was a dream, mostly that is. What most people didn't know was that the other side of the bed was cold in the late hours of the night. Adrian had a secret agenda as the hero known as vigilante. Did you mind? Not usually. But on nights like these, you missed the warmth; The solid comforting soft man by your side that made you feel safe, loved, and also extremely horny.

Attempts to sleep have been futile tonight because of this fact. At 1:30AM you hear a light crack of a window, and footsteps as you then feel a smooth gloved hand on your hip. You look up and attempt to look into his eyes, but suprisingly are met with a bright red visor and a quick shove of your shoulders down onto the cool mattress. Letting out a suprised squeak, a gloved hand also muffles anymore sound attempting to escape your lips.

"Shhhh baby... I can feel you"

As a the hand on the hip quickly slides down toward your soaked panties, the wet spot slowly growing by the second.

"I need it just let me have you baby"

Your heart beats like that of a hummingbird (Which Adrian has told you in the past has a heartrate of 1,260 BPM at the highest) , knowing this is the man you love but also knowing he has never even mentioned anything sexual in the costume that he adorably always corrected you saying it was his "uniform".

Your eyes wide, you slowly not, and then feel his hand leave you, attempting to whine again and then stopping when you hear a small hidden zipper. His fingers then proceed to rip the thin fabric panties off of your body and toss them to the other side of the room, after which those same fingers are shoved into you, rough and brutal but preparing you for an even more brutal fate in a minute. You feel them in the best and most painful way, stretching and poking, feeling you out precisely as he does. The pleasure almost becomes too much, squeezing his fingers and trying to hold back small mewls and moans, the sweet sensations of the gloves leave you.

"Fuck your wet looks like your ready for me now"

He slides himself into you fast and brutal, pace not slowing from the previous intrusion, and goes as hard as you believe is possible.

"You're so warm and soft and oh wow love it... love you"

There he was, your sweet guy. The line between him and the vigilante blurs as he pumps into the deepest parts of you, in his mask still, while saying the sweetest things.

"I want you to feel me all the way up here"

He says as he lightly pushes down on your lower belly, feeling himself inside of you from the outside.

Your high reaches a peak as he tells you how pretty and good you are doing, and little dots fill your vision as you feel him twitch with a wetness starting to build between your legs and now getting onto the sheets.

"So tight good yes!"

He says finally slowly stopping after another full minute feeling him twitch and spurt small ropes inside you.

You lay in silence after, him finally stripping himself of a now sweaty outfit and mask.

"Goodnight love" You say now laying against his firm, broad, warm chest between the sheets.

Adrian, still awake, whispers to you

"Did you know that the name 'manta' in Manta Ray comes from the Spanish, meaning 'blanket' or 'cloak'"

Welcome to my #kinktober! Every day (Yes i am late but I will catch up!) Every day (If I can I will try my best) I will update this list with new prompts! please feel free to request anything but dead dove, incest, or anything with characters under 18+ as this is an 18+ blog. Thank you!