ABC Prompt List - K for Kink (Patreon)

A/N: All stories are NSFW and explore different sexual (consenting) kinks. Please be advised.

K- Kinks

Milo- He claimed I didn’t know him. It was cute, really. The fact that he thought himself a master of secrecy. Rarely did I want to burst his bubble but when the subject of kink was brought up and he claimed I would never guess his, I had to take it as somewhat of a personal challenge.

He sat at the table near the back of the bar, laughing loudly at something an unfamiliar face said. It was his night to go out. Flirt. Drink. Wink at the fawning masses he claimed he had at his feet. In recent years he always came home to me, though. It was my favorite thing about him. He would get himself riled up with social enthusiasm, and then come home with his cheeks all flushed, cuddling up to me in bed in hopes I would reach a hand down and coax out a long moan. My Milo. He was kind of slutty like that.

When he caught my eye from across the bar, it took a minute for his brain to catch up. First there was elation, then confusion, and then downright concern. I didn’t join him on these nights. I never had. He was halfway out of his seat when I walked up to him.

“Hey, everything okay?”

That was the reason I wanted him. The rest of the table slipped away in light of this. “Everythings fine,” I told him. “Just felt like getting out for a bit.” I slipped into the booth beside him, my thigh pressing to his. “Introduce me to your friends.”

Milo was looking at me cautiously, still not realizing that I wasn’t here out of malice or to deliver some sort of dire news. He nodded though, leaning back in his seat and beginning to introduce me to the three others around the table. I didn’t bother to listen. They were most likely drunk patrons who Milo had only met an hour ago because they had all decided to order at the bar at the same time.

Over the muffled sound of conversation and Milo’s easy laugh, I slipped my hand onto his thigh. He opened his legs unconsciously, still grinning at the girl across the sticky table. I walked my fingers up slowly, tracing his inseam. When I reached the juncture of his legs I felt him gasp. I hid my grin as I began tracing the outline of his soft cock, pretending all the while to be listening to the inane conversation happening around me.

Milo got hard, just as I knew he would. That normally would have been the stopping point. Just a few edging touches to make him finish his beer faster and come home. But instead, I slowly popped open the button to his worn pants, taking the fly down inch by delicious inch.

Milo jerked in my grip as I slipped my hand inside, cupping his warm and hard cock. He choked a little on his beer, looking at me with wide eyes but I said nothing. Instead, I reached over to take his mug of ale, and took a long drink. He was staring at me with slightly parted lips, his hips hiccuping off the seat. His legs were effectively trapped, unable to move too much less he kicked someone across the table.

“That’s cool,” he choked out in response to something someone said.

I snorted a little, tightening my grip and twisting my wrist a bit. Milo gasped, disguising it with a laugh. His hands didn’t come down to stop me, however. As I ran my thumb over the slit of his cock, I felt his abdomen tighten. He was getting close to release, squirming in his seat. There was a moment where I think he thought I was going to stop. Surely I couldn’t actually keep moving my wrist in just the way he liked, running my nail along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, squeezing rhythmically. Milo did this thing when he was close. It was a whimper at the back of his throat. A small little sound that he always tried to keep to himself because he was afraid of what it would mean if he was too much. Too vulnerable. I yearned for that sound. I picked up my speed when I heard him make that sound again, jerking him off over and over, feeling the bead of precum slip downwards to slick the way. Milo’s hands came down to grip the edge of his seat under the table. His eyes were on the people across the way as he valiantly tried to keep a conversation.

I shifted just so, arching my back a little so I could give him one hard jerk. He trembled next to me, spilling across my hand and all over his lap.

I grinned as I tucked him back in, listening to him pant next to me. I would remind him tonight that I knew him well. That I knew about his exhibition kink. And to not put it to the test again.

Hazel- 

Thick vines wrapped firmly around my wrists, pulling me back and effectively immobilizing me. My feet barely touched the ground and I was scrambling to not swing back and forth as the verdant green stalks wrapped around my legs and back. Hazel stood in front of me, her eyes wide, pupils blown. I could see that flush rush down her chest, her full breasts heaving and nipples peaked.

“Oh, you’re so pretty,” she whispered.

The vines were crisscrossing my body, digging into my skin just on the other side of painful, while keeping me exposed for her. She sat down in her chair, skirts hiked up around her waist. She was glistening in front of me, her legs spread and thick curls damp.  

“Do you think it can be tighter?” she asked, fingers inching between her thighs.

I let out a huff of breath. “Yes.” I wanted this for her. I wanted her magic wrapped around me so tight that it was suffocating. I wanted to feel the lick of her power biting into my skin and I wanted to watch her sink her fingers in up to her knuckles as she watched me.

“Are you sure?” she asked sweetly. Actually concerned. Because of course Hazel still was soft and polite during the kinkiest sex we’d ever had. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I can take it.”

Immediately the vines tightened and my head tipped back. I was lifted from the ground, pulled apart for her, completely on display. I heard a small gasp as she fucked herself and through my blurry gaze, I could see see her fingers crooking between her folds. 

I groaned at the sloppy sounds coming from her, my body trying to squirm for some sort of relief. “Please,” I whispered.

She whimpered at the sound of my begging, pulling one leg up to prop itself at the edge of the chair, giving me a full view of her cunt. A slender vine slipped away from me then. It snaked across the ground. Warmed by my body, it drifted over to play with her clit. Hazel cried out, hips arching upwards as she shoved her fingers deeper.

“Oh, fuck. Hazel. Please," I moaned again, knowing the sound of my voice would work her higher. She thrust her hips upwards, twisting and writhing on her fingers and her magic as her eyes roamed across my body. I could feel something tease me from behind while something else began to crackle between my legs. I jerked in the vines grip, my eyes crossing. She was fucking me. Without even moving she was fucking me. Filling me with her magic.

“Say it again, please,” she requested.

My head was blurry and I didn’t know what she was asking for. I existed with the smell of sex everywhere around me and my body was tight like a livewire, bursting with uncontrolled energy.

“Please, honey. I need you to say it.”

I opened my eyes, looking at her spread legs, her kinky locks sweat slick against her temple and her lips bitten red.

“I love you,” I told her.

She screamed in release, the bolt of her magic electrifying between us. I could feel her body shaking and clenching around me even though she was nowhere near and her magic rung every last drop of pleasure from both of us.

Gabriel

Gabriel’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as my hand locked around his throat, squeezing. I was on top of him, riding his rigid cock, feeling it swell impossibly further. There was a lot that could be said about Gabriel Caine that I felt might have been solved if it was common knowledge how big his dick was.

His hand grabbed at my hips, nails biting into my skin and leaving little half moon marks. He was thrusting upwards, meeting each movement from me with a well timed twist of his hips. My grip tightened.

“You like this?” I whispered. It was supposed to come out threateningly but I knew it came out as a half moan. “You like getting fucked like this?”

He didn’t answer. Gabriel never answered. I always knew when he needed this though. When his eyes got wild and his fingers drummed restlessly against his thighs, right where his sword often landed. On darker days, I wondered if he thought about using that sword. Taking his aggression out on someone. It wasn’t until later that I realized what he had actually needed.

“What would people say?” I murmured. “What would they say if they saw the Warden like this? Needy. Desperately wanting to be fucked. Wanting to be choked. Do you think they would still respect you? Do you think they would ever look at you the same after something like this?”

I could feel the vibration of his moan against my palm. His movements were becoming jerky and he was shifting his legs in just such a way that meant he was almost there.

“Gabriel Caine,” I said, “gagging for someone to pin him down and choke him. Who would have thought? Should I make you beg, Warden? Should I come to your office and bend you over your desk and listen to you moan as I fucked you with my hand around your throat? Make you cum over all those neatly pressed papers?”

His body arched, a silver light shining from his eyes as he released inside of me. I smiled, my own orgasm having happened a while ago. Gently, I released him, petting the sweaty locks from his head as he shook through his release.

Belladonna

Giving up control was the last thing I think I would ever see from Belladonna during sex. It used to be a game for me. Wondering if she would ever give me an ounce of control while we were together. I remembered the first time she did and how hungry the encounter had made me. Like I was on top of the world. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was still fully within control of the situation. That she had let me have the allusion of it all.

I sunk into her, feeling her walls wrap around me. It was cold and perfect and I knew I could get lost in her for hours. From beneath me, she arched her back, her hips thrusting to meet my own, her long crimson hair spilling downwards. I had her on her hands and knees, the tattoo down her spine glistening in the candle light. A sheen of sweat was blanketing her skin as she puffed out small sounds of pleasure.

“Here,” I told her, tapping her hip. I pulled out of her, turning her around so she was on her back. She rolled her eyes at me, having once told me she found this position to be the most boring. I didn’t care though. I wanted to see her eyes. I groaned as I sunk back into her, pleasure curling across her spine. I wanted to give her this. I wanted to see that pleasure burst across her.

I didn’t know where the idea came from. I wasn’t even sure if I was consciously doing it. I reached for her hand however, sucking on her fingers, my tongue pressing against the pads of them. She did this to me often, nipping at my skin until she drew blood, taking little sips from me while I lost myself in bliss. Pulling her finger from my mouth, I turned her hand around, pressing them against her lips. She looked at me strangely, raising one brow as I ran her fingers across one of her fangs. A bubble of blood welled up from her pale skin. I watched as it swelled, thick and viscous before bursting and dripping down her finger. I took her hand, and sucked her bloody fingers into my mouth. The groan that escaped me was guttural and unlike anything I had ever done before. Her blood was tangy and sweet and filled me with a euphoria that was mesmerizing.

When I looked down at her, her eyes were crimson, hints of her true form peeking out. I locked eyes with her and sucked harder. Belladonna let out a cry, her back arching in pleasured pain as she orgasmed around me. Her blood rushed quicker from her fingers, tasting like the freshest honey as she clenched me hard against her body.

Her fangs were in my neck then, rocking me through my own orgasm. All the while I kept suckling at her finger, lapping at the life she gave me.

Malcolm

“Nope.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“I heard that you like it though?”

Malcolm had a pencil between his lips and a sketch pad on his lap. He wasn’t even looking at me.

“It’s the perfect solution,”  I tried to reason.

He just snorted. “Oh? For who?”

Well, I really didn’t know but I could at least pretend that it was the perfect solution, right? Malcolm was iffy about sex. He liked it well enough but it took a while to get him there. Malcolm had to allow himself time to let go. To understand that he was safe. When he did, it was some of the best sex I ever had, not that my experience was vast. But I didn’t want to pressure him. Nor did I ever want him to feel like he had to please me. So a little fae had told me that there was something Malcolm did like to do at times.

“You can call the shots,” I told him. “You can be completely in charge.”

“I don’t have a control kink,” he laughed.

I mean, sometimes I thought he kind of did but I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him what his kink was. “Right, but you do like when others are happy. When there is consent all around and everyone is taken care of. And you like aftercare. Like, a lot.”

He raised his brows at me. “Aftercare is necessary. That’s not a kink.”

“It could be.”

Sighing, he put his pencil down and leaned back in his seat. “So, you want me to sit back and watch you have sex with someone else. Direct the scene but not touch. Control the shots. And then afterwards, when you’re all sticky and covered in someone else's pleasure, clean you up?”

I stared at him. “When you put it like that it doesn’t sound so great.” Okay, now I was feeling a bit foolish. I probably shouldn’t have listened to Milo. What the hell possessed me to listen to Milo?

“C’mere,” he whispered, voice soft and gruff. He pulled me into his lap, his hands coming up to cup my cheeks. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I literally talked about putting you in a cuck chair as if it were sexy!”

His laughter was warm and deep, his fingers softly caressing the side of my face. “You did. I think it's cute.” Leaning forward, he kissed the tip of my nose, grinning at the pout I knew was clearly on my lips. “Listen, I’m not saying I wouldn’t like that. I actually would.”

I froze. “Really?”

“Yes. But, kink is something you talk about first. You negotiate. You set up rules for. You don’t just walk into the bedroom and start throwing around orders.”

I had clearly been doing it wrong.

Letting his hands travel down my arms to rest around my waist, he linked his hands behind me. “You want something like this, Lamplight, then you talk about it first. Not set it up for the night of, okay?”

I leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulder. He was right. “I got excited and ahead of myself.”

“Which is kind of what I love about you?” he told me.

I felt warmth wash over me as I melted into his arms. I was safe with Malcolm. I hoped he always knew he was safe with me.

“Can you be the one to tell Milo not tonight? Because he’s probably on his way over.”

I felt the rumble of laughter course through him. “Absolutely. Because telling that man no is a kink for me.” Flipping us over, he laid me on my back on the couch, stretching himself across me. When I looked up at him I saw my light reflected in his eyes.