#diorchids

“ngh—m’sorry, g-goodness,” his face is planted in the crook of your neck as he holds your knees to your chest, digging his thick cock into you as he cries out.

dennis whitaker who gets on his knees in front of you to apologize. eyes glossed over with tears threatening to spill, his hands clutching your thighs as he begs for you to look at him.

“just look at me…” he huffed, “m’sorry, i didn’t mean it,” he hadn’t done anything. in fact, you pretended he did just to get him all like this. all nervous and whiny for you. “i don’t think you’re sorry, dennis,” his name slides right off your tongue, right into his ears. blood rushes to his cock as it plays back again and again.

his name’s never sounded that good. that tempting.

his cock pushed up against his scrub pants, they’re tighter around it. “my god…” his head fell before you, it feels so good. you’re too good to him. he raises his head, really slowly. his big, bagged eyes pleaded with you. i’m so sorry. i need you, god, i’m sorry.

your hands trail up his neck, goosebumps raising in their wake as you maintain eye contact. if he’s really sorry, he won’t look away. he’ll let you know with his eyes, like he always does.

he rolls his neck as your hand runs over the nape, only to land at the back of his head, twisting the short hairs into your fist. “you sure you’re sorry?” you push his head toward toward you, just a bit. “more than sure,” these words come out with a groan, he can’t hold back.

“show me you’re sorry, dennis.”

he nods up at you before you lie back on your elbows, making sure you can still see him. he lifts the oversized sweater you have on, it just barely covered your sopping cunt. he hooked his finger around the lace underwear he bought you, the pair he felt so guilty for buying, and pulled it aside, revealing your sticky warmth. he whispers a short prayer before looking back up at you with those eyes.

“tastes so good, m’so sorry,” he moaned between sucks and licks. one hand of his dips into his pants, finding his cock and pressing his warm, soft palm against it, just barely moving. “don’t stop. you’re sorry, right? there we go,” you place your hand on his shoulder and squeeze.

he eats your pussy like a madman, he always talks snot how sweet it is. how its the one thing he can truly be addicted to. his other hand sits atop your thigh, holding it away from his face, making sure you don’t push it closed, he knows you. “i’m—almost there, den,” you drop the act and feel it, his hot tongue against you.

his face is all red, and his hums of arousal send chills up your spine. “mmm,” the tips of his fingers dig into your plush thighs. your legs give out, weakening by the feeling of him. your stomach gets all warm, holding an ungodly knot that you need undone. you grind your cunt against his face, whispering a “thank you,” his tongue dips into your hole, so relaxed now and waiting for him to come inside.

“i’ll be good. god, i’m so sorry.” he groans. his pants have a dark stain on them, his cock throbs against his the wet fabric. cum drips down his thighs and length, it’s filthy. he’s filthy. your pussy restricts around nothing, your juices spill and dennis laps them up perversely, like he hasn’t eaten.

“apologies accepted.” you say.

✶ pairing › olderbf!ghost x reader x könig.

✶ warnings › age gap (reader is in her 20s), cucking, oral sex, penetration, creampie, slight yaoi if you squint, praise, cheating, choking (with dick… u’ll see).

✶ a/n › not particularly fond of the way this was written. enjoy.

“ah, ah,” he tapped your cheek, your pouty lips wrapped around his thick cock. “wider, like i taught you,” he bucks his hips up into your mouth gently, his calloused thumb massaging your chin as your warm, sticky saliva dripped down your neck and onto his old floorboards.

it’s not your fault you’re inexperienced. he’s your third boyfriend but he’s, by far, the biggest. he’s just so thick and you can’t take him like you want to.

his cock tapped against your lips twice before he pulls back, tucking his dick into his boxers. “do i really have to teach you everythin’, doll?” he cocked his head deliberately, making your stomach drop with embarrassment.

he finished zipping his pants before walking to your living room, you hear him dial a few numbers before the phone rings.

✶ warnings › bullying, pity sex, degradation, dubcon-ish ✶

✶ pairing › lukecastellan x loser!reader ✶

✶ a/n › starting k-tober off light! he’s kinda mean in this!!! also, i’ve never written for this concept before, be kinddd (｡﹏｡") ✶

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it’s truly a pity, the way you are. 

at camp, it'd be better for you to just stay hidden. the way you dressed, your hair, how you hadn’t even had your first kiss. even with all the summers you’d come back to camp, nobody wanted to be caught dead with you. 

“it’s just unfortunate,” you hear a high voice say through the wooden door. you’d been sitting on your bunk all day after making a fool of yourself down at the lake. “look at the girl! she can barely come out of her cabin without breaking down and sobbing. what a shame. luke?” she asks him, who you didn’t know was there. 

he was kind, though. the kinda boy who you’d feel comfortable alone in an elevator with. he waved at you once, like, two summers ago. he also asked if you knew where he could get a blunt. so charming, that one! 

“no, yeah… she’s—she’s a fuckin’ freak…” his mouth dried up. you weren’t that bad. 

the rotten wooden floors creaked underneath your feet as you stood and softly walked toward the door, making sure neither of them heard you. the girl talking to luke shushed him, who wasn’t speaking at all, and leaned closer to the door, maybe pushing her ear up against it. “i think the bitch is listening right now!” and an obnoxious giggle followed right after. “hey, bitch, we can hear you!” she pounded her fists against the door before you stumbled back, tripping on a boot behind you. 

you land flat on your ass. it throbs when you stand and run to the part of the cabin furthest from the door, barely holding back tears. “luke, i’m telling you, she’s nothing. quite literally nothing.” you can just barely make out her voice. footsteps trail away from your door, you stay glued to the wall. 

and for days you sobbed at the thought of luke hating you. the one person you take a liking to happens to hate you. he probably likes whoever was with him on the other side of the door. they probably bond over their shared hatred for you. you hadn’t even come out of your cabin in fear of seeing luke after what happened! he’d know you as the girl who bust her ass after eavesdropping on a conversation with his girlfriend. or whoever that was. point still stands, he hates you. 

didn’t take away from the fact you liked him a lot. his biceps, calves, thighs. anything about him, you liked. you slipped your fingers between your slick folds, lying flat on your bunk while everyone else laughed and socialized down at the bonfire by the lake. your fingers ran over your puffy clit, pushing on it, making your hips buck up. luke would push your hands out of the way and whisper, “l’me do it,” and his fingers would circle your sopping hole, threatening to push inside if you promised to be quiet. to not let anyone know what you two were doing. not because he was ashamed, because he wanted you to himself. 

or maybe he’d stretch his arm out to your lips, a blunt held between his index and middle finger, “c’mon,” he’d say. “you’ll feel better, baby.” 

that was romantic. him wanting you. 

you screwed your eyes shut to the thought of that beautiful image. maybe he’d rut his cock against your ass at night after sneaking into your cabin. his fingers dig into your fleshy thighs as he gets himself off, inhaling your scent and moaning in your ear, letting you know you’re enough for him. “so beautiful. all i need… this right here,” voice all muffled from his face digging into your neck. “perfect.”

then you woke up. 

you finally worked up the courage to do something about this. you ached for him to be as close as you imagined. you found him lingering by the lake, lighting an expertly-rolled blunt with a matchstick. your eyes run over his form, biceps toned and all perfect right in front of you. “you need somethin’?” a plume of smoke escaped through his teeth as he spoke. “no—no, i wa—i needed a rock,” your fingers tangled behind your back as you looked at anything but him. 

“you needed a rock?” a tinge of disbelief in his voice. he furrowed his eyebrows at you before bursting into laughter. a soft smile takes over your face as it warms with embarrassment. he found you funny. he wasn’t laughing with you, but you didn’t think he was fully laughing at you.

and so, you both sat and spoke for hours down at that lake. he made dumb jokes to you in an attempt to open you up, to get you to say something. you went back and forth asking each other questions about college and your lives outside of camp. his stories of parties and sex made you cringe but not for him, but for you. 

he gave you the floor to talk about anything. you told him about school and how you’d done quite well this past year, but he wasn’t phased. “anything but that shit. no parties? drinking? have you even had sex? huh?” he expected you to admit it was all a joke and for you to share stories that were better left unsaid. nothing. did he not know? you were sure he hated you and knew about your isolationist tendencies, the same ones that barred you from forming any meaningful relationships in and outside of camp. 

he took a drag from the blunt and threw his head back,  exhaling. “no parties, drinking, weed, or sex?” he really stressed that last word, pulling his head back up and staring at you. waiting. you shook your head with your lips pressed into a line as his teeth dug into his bottom lip, examining your form. knees close to your chest with your arms wrapped around them, foot tapping the small pebbles settled underneath your ass.

“i should go.”

weeks go by and you pass glances at one another from time to time. he lingers at the lake while you stay back, lying on your bunk. thinking. 

there’s a slight knock at the front door of your cabin, like it’s meant to be quiet. to not draw attention. your other mates are out because they’d rather let you sulk in peace. whoever’s outside is growing impatient because they knock again, this time a little more aggressive. “coming! sorry!” you awkwardly shuffle to the door before swinging it open, only to be met with the face of luke. you’re unable to get a word out, your feet stay planted as you stare up at him. 

“gonna let me in or just look all stupid?” he took a step closer, his arm grazing your chest. you let him in and asked him why he’d even set foot in your cabin. you told him you thought he didn’t want to be seen with you, he didn’t confirm or deny that. “you’re in college and you haven’t fucked, i wanted to help you. it’s honestly fuckin’ sad.”

your nails dig into your arm. “help me?” 

“help you, yeah, help,” fingers running through his hair, “like i just said,” he exhales. “i’ll fuck you.” 

your breath gets caught in your throat when he says it like that. you try your best to get him to leave by explaining you’ll live without sex, and how it can actually benefit some people to be left alone, and how you’re fine. you’re lying, obviously, you need it. 

both of his hands are holding your waist as he kisses your neck and suckles at it, they massage underneath your stomach and hips as he groans deeply in your ear. “poor girl,” he whispers as he tugs at your loose shorts. “lie down f’me.”

“don’t get used to this, alright? i’m only doing it ‘cause you’ve been so pathetic about it.”

you lie back with your thin, cotton underwear barely covering your wet cunt that throbs at the sight of the man before you. his thumb rests on your chubby clit and rubs circles on it with his other hand holding onto your thigh. “first time ever doin’ this and you’re already so ready, right? nobody’s touched you here at all, huh?” he teases as your back arches off of the bed involuntarily. “so fucking sad,” you rubbed your cunt onto his thumb now, it’s all slick through your underwear. 

he can tell you’re getting desperate, so he peels your underwear off and pulls you closer to him. cock’s all hard and sensitive, just having to rub against the fabric of his boxers while he ruins you. oh, how badly he wants to cum. he smirks to himself at the thought of cumming in a virgin, all tight and warm. “pretty pussy hasn’t been touched at all… you’re so lucky i’m here,” he leans into your cunt, the warmth of his face near it makes you sigh softly. “m’so lucky, yeah—my first,” you nod profusely. 

his lips latch onto your pretty cunt which make your thighs tremble softly. he holds onto your thighs once again, keeping you still as he tastes you real good. his warm tongue dips into your cunt perfectly, just pushing past that spongy, soft spot in your gummy walls. “c-can’t do it, luke!” you buck your hips into his mouth and your juices mixed with his saliva run down his chin disgustingly. 

he pulls off for a second, just to speak, “she’s been waiting for this, gotta give it to ‘er. don’t move,” his nails dig into your plush thighs even more when he starts sucking your clit again, one thigh feeling a bit of relief when his hand pulls off and he dips his middle finger into your pussy. 

“shit, you’re really this tight? guess bein’ ignored all this time did somethin’ to you.”

you thrash and cry out while he fucks your glistening cunt with one finger, “t-too much, luke!” you try and pull off his finger, but he just digs deeper into you, making sure to curl up into your hole. “y’know, maybe this is why nobody fucks you—you can’t take it,” laughing.

“jus’ let me have it now, luke,” you whine, “don’t want it to hurt, put it in n-now…” his finger still deep in you. his eyes are trained on your face, the way your hair sticks to your forehead and how your teeth tear into your bottom lip, drawing blood. your eyebrows knitted as he hits that good spot. “since you want it so badly,” he sits up and pulls his sweatpants off, his boxers follow. 

your jaw goes slack at the sight of it and you crane your neck to get a better look. he notices your face and grins seeing you all nervous and shit. “relax. i’ll help you through it, we both know no one else will,” he spit on his hand and started stroking his cock while you watch, legs spread, a lump in your throat, hands gripping your bedsheets so you don’t faint. 

it’s so thick, and the tip of it’s all red, puffy and angry. he rubs it against your clit, hands wrapped around your thighs once again to really make sure you don’t run. you wanted this, it’s clear. “f-first time feelin’ a cock against you, right?” he could barely get the words out without stuttering, you feel too good! 

his cock slipped into you in a way that screamed "i'm so sorry for you,” like he wanted you to know this was a favor, that he wouldn’t do this any other time. he’s helping a loser. he fucks his cock into you, pulling in and out with your shared juices at the base of his cock. “fuckin’ tight,” your nails dig into his arms that are planted on either side of your head, sheets in his fist as he pushes into you. the way your gummy hole squeezes him, practically beckoning him inside, it’s inviting. 

you can’t take it, to be honest! your thighs shaking and back arching off the bed as luke gives you what you wanted. “need this experience if you want a man, y’know?” he thrusts, “e-experience is required.” 

you unravel underneath him with that knot in your stomach tightening with every thrust he gives you, “g-gonna cum, luke, please!” you pleaded with him to get off of you, to not make you cum around him, to save you the embarrassment of letting go all over him. 

“let it go,” he thrusts with each word. his thick cock hit that spot too much for you to handle. so you do let it go and your cunt flutters around his shaft. you milk him with each time it restricts around him, choking him. “cummin’! i’m cummin’!” you cry out, every part of your body trembling as your orgasm takes over your entire body. he finds this hilarious, laughing as your body contorts just from the feeling of his cock. 

your cunt is still so much tighter than anyone he’s had before, somehow! even with all of this, you’re just squeezing him so good. he has to cum. he feels his balls tightening as he approaches his orgasm. “put my babies n’ you,” groaning out, arms bending for his elbows to rest beside your head when he gives you his all. “poor fuckin’ girl needed my cock to c-cum!” before his warm load spills deep inside of you. his cock twitches as he fucks it into you, holding your face in his hands while is cum spills out of you with each thrust. 

the aftershocks of your orgasm were still hitting you as he quickly pulled out of you, pulling his boxers and sweatpants back on. 

“y’know, you should be grateful. nobody else would waste their time,” he ran his fingers through his damp curls as he spoke. “you’re welcome.”

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hi, guys! ✶ this is my first kinktober! i’ll be posting 21 fics throughout october, spaced out every few days. all of these pieces will be maxed out in freakness. take care of yourselves. read the tags before diving in. 18+ only. these pieces will vary in length as your girl is extremely busy!!!

oct 1. luke castellan 𖦹 pity fuck

oct 3. clark kent 𖦹 sex pollen

oct 6. ghost 𖦹 stalking / drugging

oct 8. rafe cameron 𖦹 degradation vs praise

oct 11. könig 𖦹 multiple orgasms

oct 13. toji fushiguro 𖦹 predator / prey chase

oct 15. lex luthor 𖦹 mirror sex / voyeurism

oct 17. clark kent 𖦹 dacryphilia

oct 19. luke castellan 𖦹 exhibitionism / stepcest

oct 21. ghost 𖦹 orgasm denial

oct 23. rafe cameron 𖦹 breeding / size kink / stepcest

oct 25. toji fushiguro 𖦹 mind control

oct 26. lex luthor 𖦹 weaponplay / bloodplay

oct 27. clark kent 𖦹 drugging / intoxication play

oct 28. luke castellan 𖦹 forced aftercare

oct 29. ghost 𖦹 sacrificial ritual / altar sex

oct 30. könig 𖦹 fear play

oct 31. coriolanus snow 𖦹 noncon somniloquy

+ oct 31. könig + ghost 𖦹 guess the cock 🕯

it's your first time and your dear boyfriend promised to only put the tip in. (told ya.)

“just the tip, baby, i promise,” he coos, holding your chin, “i promise.” he carefully slips the tip into your cunt, sucking air in through his teeth. 

“‘s keep it there, lukey. don’t move,” your voice soft and breathy. you hold onto the base, softly stroking him as he slowly rocks back and forth. this is enough for you. you can barely take his fingers, so you know you won’t be able to take him fully. this is fine.

but why would it be enough for him? sure, it feels good, but he’s hungry. 

can you blame him?

you’re so focused trying to please you and your dear boyfriend that you don’t notice him spitting on your already wet folds. his arm flexes as he leans down to grab onto your waist, getting a good grip before slamming his cock into your tight cunt. he releases a bestial groan, throwing his head back as he bottoms out. 

you cry out loud, feeling your pure, tight, soft pussy being broken in, just like that. “l-luke! you—it hurts!” 

“shhh, baby, you can take it, yeah? thought you were a big girl?” he whispers, pulling back slowly. you whimper as he withdraws, your tiny body trying to suck him back in. he spits again, using it to lube his length. he spreads your legs wider, lifting your hips higher. you whimper and pout, looking for an ounce of sympathy from him. but… nothing. “b-baby, you said just the tip!”

you see his cock stiffen more as he prepares to push back into you. “i lied,” he mutters, slamming back into you. you howl, trying to push him out. “damn, you're tight,” he growls. he pulls back, then slaps, thrusting deeper. he grips your thighs, spreading your legs wider apart. “been keepin’ this from me for this long? tsk, tsk.” he smiles, clearly enjoying the pain you’re in.

he watches you throw your head back, tears spilling over. you’re barely taking an inch. can’t you calm down? he pulls back slightly, then slams again. “damn it,” he mutters. “spread your legs more,” he orders. 

as he thrusts, your breasts bounce beautifully, but you’re so cock-drunk you can barely speak. you babble, he destroys your walls. you babble, he fucks harder into you. it hurts. too badly. he knows this, but he doesn’t care. why would he? he’s finally getting what you’ve held off for years.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” luke chanted, pounding into you like a jackhammer. your fingers curl, your toes curl, your whole body is curled in on itself as he fucks you into the mattress. he reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he fucks you. this only worsens your already vegetative state, causing your thighs to tremble. he takes a hand off your thigh to hold on to your neck, softly gripping it as he fucks into you. 

how pretty you are, how delicate and beautiful you are.

“god, you sound so good,” he chuckles darkly, his fingers digging bruises into your thighs as he holds them apart. he hits something inside you, and you both feel it. he hits it repeatedly, each time making you whine louder.

but slowly, you come back to yourself. finally beginning to enjoy it. look at you. coming to your senses. 

"shit..." he notices the shift in your screams, from pain to pleasure. his pace slows slightly, but the intensity remains. he leans down, nipping at your ear. “ finally taking that dick like you’re s’posed to," he whispers, hitting that spot inside you with purpose now. 

"that's right, baby. take it. fuck, you feel so good," he smiles, licking his lips perversely, gripping your hips tightly. "touch your tits for me," he orders, his voice rough with pleasure. "play with them while i fuck you."

you look up at him through teary eyes, unintentionally batting your eyelashes so beautifully. “fuck, okay,” blood pricks on your bottom lip as you bite down, smiling at your beautiful boy.

your fingers catch your shared juices at the base of his cock, you take it and rub it into your chest, squeezing and pulling your breasts. “so good, m’gonna…”

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP.

"gonna what, baby?" he smirks, knowing exactly what you're trying to say. "cum for me? cum all over my big dick?" he reaches down and pinches your clit hard, sending you over the edge. "cum, baby."

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP.

that’s it, there you go, hm? you spasm and thrash when you cum harshly, cunt restricting around his length, more than it already is. it chokes him like it’s pulling the cum out of him.

he feels your pussy clamp down on him like a vice as you cum, the sensation pushing him over the edge. "fuck, babe! just fuckin’ take it!" he groans, slamming into you as he unleashes a warm load deep inside your cum-drunk pussy. 

PLAP.

he fucks his cum into you, knowing neither of you cares for a baby. “take it.”

…aaand after that, you never wanna take “just the tip” again. 

even when you’re both all tired, you still cockwarm. fully.

it’s the little things for clark. he’s a soft man, after all. a big soft man.

maybe it’s the way you look at him? or, wait, the way you hold onto his biceps? in awe of how big they are? or maybe it’s your compliments. you swear it just comes naturally, like you’re really not trying to just—come up with these.

or maybe it’s the kisses. clark leaving kisses on your forehead before heading to work, his cheek kisses when he’s running late. the kisses on your thighs, neck, collarbone, back… the way he prolongs them to taste you. “c’mere,” right before he holds you tight, ambushing you with kisses everywhere.

“this reminded me of you!” he video calls you to show you a plush, which happens to be in your favorite color. any time he’s just barely reminded of you, he finds an excuse to let you know! he’s smitten. “i’ll bring it home for you, yeah?” he has a big smile plastered on his face when he gets home, “see? it’s you!”

and the way he looks at you. hands all clammy. you’re just talking to him, going on and on about something that happened at work—and there he is. like a damn idiot. watching you adoringly. nodding along at whatever you’re saying, listening closely but also losing himself in you. he’s a munch.

and when you come home after blowing his phone up about how horrible your day had been, you find him. your favorite snacks splayed across the table, candles lit and the fireplace crackling. “got your texts,” he holds his phone up, scrolling through your frantic messages. “missed you.”

and the cooking. one of his many love languages. “come taste! tell me if i need to add anything.” he’ll make sure to get you a spoonful to make sure you love what he’s making. “more salt? got it. anything else? at all?”

and when you’re both in bed, your hands tangled in his dark curls, he whispers, “why can’t we stay here forever?”

god forbid he has a business trip.

he always needs you close by.

warnings ⟶ stepcest, non-con, use of “sis” frequently, vague mention of blood.

syn. ⟶ you think you’re stronger than your stepbrother. naturally, he has to test that.

or

mean stepbro!luke who cums in you to prove a point.

“you think you can hold me down for more than 5 seconds? you’re scrawny, luke!” you waved him off and cackled into the living room, luke followed quickly behind. “you think i can’t hold you down for 5 seconds?” he looks dumbfounded, “really?”

“you’re 10 pounds soaking wet, luke. you couldn’t if you tried,” it’s hilarious to you! it started when you walked into his room to find him scrolling his phone, only to slip out a slick comment, “i’m stronger than you.” you teased him all the time, sure, but this is different. this comment had real bite, not a one-off you only said to see the annoyed look on his face.

“you’re not stronger than me. in—in what world are you stronger than me?” he sat up, hands loosening around his phone before chucking it behind him. “this world.” you said it with no hesitation, almost like it was natural. like you really believed it. that bothered him.

he walked behind you knowing that smug look was plastered across your face, “are you serious?” his hands was planted on your shoulder before turning you around.

“dead serious. i know you can’t.”

he scoffs out of pure astonishment. he doesn’t believe you. not in a complacent, not-being-able-to-accept-it way, but because he’s so much bigger than you.

he looks over your body, taking you in. it’s only when he looks over your tits he feels his cock stiffening. he knows you know it’s not true. what he doesn’t know, he’s completely oblivious to this, is that you want him to show you he’s stronger. he thinks you’re being annoying, how you are normally.

“how much you wanna bet i can—” he scans the room for an idea, something simple. “put you in a headlock and pin you onto the couch?”

“think you can? i’ll wash your clothes for as long as you want,” you take a step closer. “i can do it easily,” he steps closer, crouching down to your face.

“deal.” you both shake on it.

“okay, i’m ready.” you took the time to fake-prep yourself, cracking your knuckles and keeping your hair back like those’d change the outcome. you knew he’d get you.

he laughs and shakes his head, “‘kay, sis.” that last word, his nickname for you, had some venom. his cock twitched a bit at it.