#Kinktoberprompt

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October 22- Mirror Sex (Legolas) 💙

Warnings: 18+ readers only, angst, mirror sex, prince kink, princess kink, oral sex 

Copyright: I do not own Legolas or any other LOTR characters. Annerose is a made up character, but she's barely mentioned and I don't own names either. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You gazed as the gorgeous man in front of you. Well, not so much of a man as he was an elf, one of the ancient race and you knew there was a difference- to them of course. Such a difference that the relationship between you and Legolas was kept a secret. It wasn't entirely forbidden, but Legolas was the son of an elf King. 

Your eyes trailed down his body. He had the perfect physique- as all of the elven men and women seemed to. Thin, but still fit and muscular. Long luscious blond hair and a pretty face, but still manly at the same time. 

You always felt rather. . . well ugly was a blunt word, but it still fit. Unflattering, perhaps. You knew among common mortals- as Legolas might put it- you were decently pretty, even in your own eyes, but amongst the elves. . .

Legolas was a man and beautiful. The women were something completely different. You still didn't know how Legolas could prefer you when he had so many female elves that would love to court with him. 

"You're staring." Legolas murmured softly, feeling your eyes burning into him. He opened them, his brown eyes meeting your E/C ones. Though you looked away, he could still read the emotions in them, sliding a hand across your hand. "Y/N, you are beautiful." 

You flushed, looking away completely. It was very easy for him to say it, of course. But it didn't mean anything. Not when you couldn't see it yourself. 

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Always self-conscious of the maid that came in to serve the two of you, you quickly slumped back into the sheets, feigning sleep while Legolas chuckled softly. 

You knew which elf it was the minute he greeted her by name. The elf with the silvery blue hair and large purple eyes. She was so beautiful you couldn't even believe she was a maid and even more surprised that Legolas had not had any sort of relations with her before meeting you. It had been rumored that they had, after all. But Legolas always told you the truth about whatever you asked. If he said they hadn't, then they hadn't. 

"Good morning my Prince." Annerose murmured softly, the sounds of clinking dishes being set on a tray near the bed. 

"Good morning Annerose." Legolas murmured back quietly, his hand landing gently on your shoulder blades. 

 "Um, my Prince!" Annerose said quickly, as though wanting to speak before you woke up, "I. . . there have been. . . well pardon me if this sounds forward. But you are our future King and some of the other servants. . . we've been worried about you." 

"Oh?" Legolas questioned. You could heard the curiosity in his voice. "For what reason?" 

Annerose hesitated a long time before saying rather meekly. "I know this is rather forward of me, my Prince, and I'm sorry if this comes across as rude, but we have been worried if. . . if you are satisfied." 

Your cheeks burned and Legolas hand stopped rubbing circles on your back. You held back anything you wanted to say or do, keeping up the pretense of sleep. 

Legolas responded easily. "I can assure you that it is a needless worried. I am very satisfied, Annerose." 

"Ah." Annerose sounded unhappy with this, but of course would never say so. "I'm glad my Prince. Well, if there is ever anything else, you shall ring the bell." 

"Of course. Thank you." Legolas said, the edge of his tone clearly dismissive and then suddenly called out, "Annerose!" 

"Yes, my Prince?" Her tone had the slightest hint of hope in it. 

"Please, to clear all conscious and worries, let the others know that Y/N is to be my wife. They need not worry with my love, she is all I shall ever want." Legolas said. 

Annerose said nothing more, leaving the room, the door closing behind her quietly. 

Legolas said nothing, his hand leaving your back and you felt the bed dip as he got off of it, presumably to go and get the breakfast. You stayed laying where you were, hoping to fall back into an endless sleep and get away from the humiliation. 

The bed dipped again, long lithe arms pulling you back against his chest. A sob had gotten stuck in your throat and you didn't dare let it out, so you kept your lips shut firmly, trying to even out your breathing. 

"I know you're not asleep." Legolas murmured, stroking your hair back. "And I know her words hurt you. I'm sorry they were so thoughtless, my love." 

You swallowed the sob down and once the lump was gone, you murmured softly. "I'm alright. Just tired." 

"No you're not." Legolas saw right through you. "I know exactly what you need." 

He started to kiss down the back of your spine, his lips leaving a feather trail of burning spots. His hands caressed you and when you finally opened your eyes, he picked you up, swinging you over to sit you on the end of the bed. 

"Look." He murmured softly, looking straight at something, and then you realized that it was your reflection. The two of you were reflected in the tall, body-length mirror that sat in front of his bed. Gilded and wrought with silver and emeralds, your reflections were clear as day. 

You were painfully aware of how plain you looked next to him and averted your eyes down to the carpet in front of the bed, but Legolas wasn't having any of it. His fingers lifted your chin until you were looking directly at the two of you again. 

"What do you see?" Legolas asked softly, kissing the side of your neck, before meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

"I see myself. And I see you." You stated stubbornly. 

Legolas didn't back down. "How do you think of me?" 

"You're gloriously beautiful." You replied immediately. "You're so ageless and fair, there's a gay light in your eyes at all times. Your hair is so silky and smooth, it glows. But you're also as regal as your father." 

"And how do you think of yourself?" Legolas fingers were rubbing circles on the inside of your thigh now, slightly distracting you. 

"Well, I haven't prettied myself up, so I look rather plain." You admitted, figuring that this was the game you were playing and it was time to put everything out in the open. "But then again, next to you, I'm always plain. I don't have any of your light and I don't have any elvish beauty. I wish I did. Annerose is so beautiful Legolas, I don't know how you didn't fall for her instead." 

"Because she's not you." Legolas whispered, pulling the sheets away from your body so that you were exposed- the two of you having fallen asleep naked last night. You flushed a little as he ran his fingers through your H/C mons, before sliding two fingers into your cunt. 

Legolas got off the bed, sliding to the floor in front of you. "Y/N, you're going to look into the mirror the entire time. You will not look away, you will not close your eyes, you will only look at yourself and focus on my words. You don't have to ask for permission or say anything at all. Your safe word is still in use, understand?" 

"Yes." You murmured, letting your eyes stray down for a second, looking at the glorious Prince on his knees before you, before letting your eyes move back up to your own face. 

Legolas licked a stripe through your folds, your legs shaking a little, threatening to close around his head. 

"You know what I see?" Legolas asked, before diving back in for his feast. Though you knew that you didn't have to answer, you couldn't help the slightly snarky retort that rolled off your tongue. 

"A human?" 

Legolas lightly pinched the inside of your thigh, but otherwise didn't comment. He pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers and answered instead, "I see a beautiful young woman. Your hair shines in the sun, and when you have it down, it curls around your face, framing it, so that it softens your features." 

You wanted to look down at him, but kept your eyes focused on the mirror, looking at yourself. It was the one thing Legolas had commanded from you, so you wanted to make sure you followed through. 

"You have a different beauty." Legolas continued, placing light kisses on the inside of your thighs. "Something no elf has, even me. Mortal beauty Y/N. You are beautiful as a human and you don't even realize it." 

'Well of course not.' You thought inside your head, staring into your own eyes, which reflected a bitter sadness back at you. 'Have you seen yourself?' 

Legolas seemed to feel your emotions because he kissed the inside of your thigh and said, "Look. Look at yourself Princess." 

Your heart fluttered with the nickname and you watched your cheeks redden just a tad. A new light was in your eyes as pleasure started to coil in your abdomen. One of your small hands came into view as you placed it lightly on Legolas' fair hair. You watched your slender fingers slide into his locks as he latched back onto your cunt. 

You watched your own eyes widen, glistening lips parting a little as you let out a moan. 

"Look how beautiful you are." Legolas mumbled, muffled slightly as he didn't let up eating you out. You let out another moan, his words causing vibrations against your lower lips. Your legs shook and you could see your cheeks turning pinker. 

"My Prince. . ." You moaned, voice quavering as you started to read the apex of your orgasm. Legolas looked beautiful between your legs, your hand tightening in his hair, the golden-white locks bunching up. He looked almost disheveled now, if that was possible. . . and it was because of you. 

Your eyes were even brighter now, almost glazed as you reached your pleasure, which felt like fire across your veins. Your body shook and you watched yourself in the mirror once more, before collapsing against the bed so that you could relax. 

You stared up at Legolas as he knelt next to you, smiling a little like you were the most adorable thing he'd seen on Middle Earth. His hand stroked your cheek until you finally smiled back at him. 

"Did you see your beauty?" Legolas asked softly. 

You knew what he meant and you could see it. He was right, it was a different sort of beauty than perhaps he was thinking about, but it was beauty. 

"Yes." You whispered. 

"Do you know why you're mine?" Legolas whispered. 

You blushed at that. "You love me." 

"Exactly." Legolas said, picking you up into his arms now, cradling you as he brought you over to sit with the food so the two of you could eat. "I love you." 

You burrowed into his side, glancing up and seeing the two of you in the mirror again. You smiled at your reflection and then said to Legolas, "I love you too." 

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The Interrogation

A sexy retelling of the interrogation scene from The Force Awakens. 

Sweat shimmered on her temples while her breaths battered against her lungs. Her hair soaked until several drops dripped from her nape to the crevice of her collar bone. Dark eyes watched as the liquid pooled against her skin. She could feel his gaze heating up the skin of her nape as if his lips had drifted there to suckle on the exposed skin. 

Rey squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to suppress another shiver. 

“What do you say, Scavenger? Do you give in?” His hot breath whispered against the skin exposed at her breast.

She swallowed.”Never.”

He tsked, “Loyal until the end. The murderers you call friends should be so thankful.” 

He leaned away but Rey felt the air shift around her until it focused on the base of her skull. She fought against her restraints trying to run from what would come next.

“Stop!” She cried out when she felt the first pulse of warmth race down her spine. 

Another drop of arousal eased onto her inner thighs as the pulses came quicker and focused on the nub above her folds. Blood rushed toward her clit until it throbbed painfully. A groan escaped her lips as she was pushed to the precipice again. He held her at the tipping point but wouldn’t push her over until he was ready. 

“Where is Skywalker?” He demanded, tightening the ties around her ankles. 

Rey shivered at the light touch unable to pay attention to his words. Her nerves were on fire, too overstimulated to focus on anything other than the bundle of nerves. As if he understood, the pulses lessened into a lazy lap against her clit. It didn’t help. Her body craved more and her thighs clenched straining to rub together.

“I won’t ask again, girl. Where is he?”

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October 19: Non-Bed Surface (Severus Snape)💚

Warning: 18+ readers only, non-Bed Surface, degrading names (not loving), protective Severus, pet name, Professor Kink

Copyright: I do not own Severus Snape or other Harry Potter/Wizarding World characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You caught your breath once you were safely hidden under Severus' desk in the potions classroom. You had been sneaking around together for about four months now, having mind blowing sex and sweet kisses, but at the moment, you were slightly terrified of the male classmates that had been chasing you through the halls.

You could've casted a spell- you were a fairly good fighter- but they were popular boys with rich daddies and you really didn't want to get in the situation where you possibly won and they tattled, twisted the story, and you got in trouble. It just wasn't worth it.

Severus Snape was obviously the scariest Professor in school, and even the Slytherin boys wouldn't want to cross him. He wasn't the kind of man that even their rich daddies could intimidate into letting them off. Severus couldn't be intimidated by anyone, you were sure. Maybe Dumbledore. That would be it.

No, you were the only one who could get away with small things. In fact, he found them almost endearing, if you were not paying attention during class because you were staring at him, or if you almost ruined your potion because you were distracted by his presence behind you. He almost found it funny- if the potion ingredient you were about to add wasn't going to blow up the cauldron.

On the other hand, you did receive quite a few detentions from him, marking you as a trouble maker in his class. But they were just for the purpose of fucking and getting non-suspicious alone time.

You heard one of the boys throw open the potions door at that moment, the door bouncing off the stone wall, "I swear she just came in here."

"What's that spell to see if there's a person in a room again?" One of the boys asked.

"Stupid, that won't work, it'd just reveal everyone in the school." Another one scoffed.

There were five in total. They had cornered you in one of the hallways, asking if you'd blow them for a few Galleons. You'd been slightly terrified as they weren't taking no for an answer, upping the amount of Galleons as a tease. A slight distraction of pretending Professor McGonagall was behind them kept them distracted just long enough to duck under one of the smaller ones arms and start running.

You had no idea where Severus was at the moment. You had been hoping, when you'd entered, that he would be sitting at his desk grading papers and you would pretend to ask him a question and he'd protect you.

But instead, he was no where to be found. Maybe he was at the Great Hall, eating. It was just after lunchtime and his next class didn't start for another hour. Perhaps he was simply taking a stroll around the castle, trying to catch any Gryffindors in trouble and take house points.

So you'd hidden under his desk, hoping that they didn't look under there. Hoping they wouldn't even come into the classroom.

But they had. They had most unfortunately seen you come in here.

"She's in here somewhere." The first one said, "Find her and we can take her back to our room."

Unbeknownst to any of you, Severus had heard the boys enter the classroom, as he was sitting in his office, reading a Dark Arts book. At first, he had ignored them, assuming they were playing a childish game. He hadn't heard anyone enter so he knew that no one had originally came in. But when he heard them say 'take her back to our room,' he grew increasingly agitated, putting the book down.

He wasn't sure who 'her' was, but he hated when boys preyed on girls. He absolutely despised it.

"Where are you slut?" You heard one of the boys ask. You shivered a little under the table. You should've just headed for the Great Hall instead. But it had been farther away and you hadn't wanted to risk it.

Their footsteps were approaching the desk and you knew that any moment, they were going to find you.

That was when you heard another door open, "What are you doing in my classroom?" Severus' icy cold voice was asking.

"W-we were looking for a friend of ours." The first boy said nervously.

"Yes, I'm sure you call your friend such degrading names. You're lucky you're in my house and I'm in a fairly good mood, or else I'd be taking several points from you. Don't ever let me hear you speak of someone in such a detestable way again. Out."

The boys scampered and you heard Severus sigh. "Dunderheads."

You crawled out from underneath his desk, bumping your head, jarring the things on his desk, making you hiss. You heard his footsteps and you peered up, rubbing your head.

His heart nearly stopped at your innocent eyes. He'd only had you for four months and he was completely at your mercy.

His blood boiled when he realized that you were the one they were looking for. That you were the one they were calling 'slut'.

He knelt down, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, thank you for scaring them off." You mumbled, crawling into his lap to nuzzle into him. His heart warmed with you.

"They didn't hurt you, right?" He asked, cupping your face in his large, lovely hands. They weren't smooth, but rough with callouses, absolutely perfect. Rough and thick, perfect for so many things from potion making to getting you to scream his name through an orgasm.

"No. I distracted them and ran." You said matter-of-factly. "I didn't want to fight them. They have rich parents."

He understood that all too well.

You looked over you shoulder at the clock. Now that you were safe and in his arms, you were starting to get very needy.

"You know," You mumbled softly, rocking against his body slightly, "You still have forty-five minutes before your next class starts."

"Oh?" He cocked an eyebrow sexily. "And?"

"Will you fuck me on your desk?" You pleaded.

You felt him grow hard beneath you. He kissed your cheek, "Anything you want darling."

You were very quick to shoot up and plop your ass down on his desk, beaming up at him with large round eyes and a pouty lip. His heart was melting.

"No warm up." You demanded.

"As you wish." He mumbled quietly against your neck, pulling your knickers down and pushing your skirt up. Your hands were quick in undoing his belt. He discarded his robe on the chair and flicked his wand at the door, locking it and then charming it with two more locking spells and a silencing one.

He kissed sensually along your neck, sucking dark bruises into your skin. A sign that you were taken, even if no one knew whose you were.

You threw your arms around his neck, kissing along it as he slowly guided his thick appendage into your warm hole. His hands were firmly on your hips, holding you steady as he started off with slow rocking motions.

Slowly, he pushed you further until your back was flat against his desk and he was bent over you, fucking you more ferociously. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him to you.

With the silencing charm, you could be as loud as you wanted. Moans were ripped from throat and you cried, "faster!" or "harder!" as you needed. Your fingers tugged his lovely black locks between your fingers. It was only illusioned to be greasy to complete his appearance. He actually took great care of his hair and left it smooth, clean, and silky just for you.

"Ah kitten," He grunted as you milked his cock for the third time, "Has it always been a dream to be fucked on me desk?"

"Yes Professor! Wanted to be ruined on your desk." You whined, nails digging into his back. With one last final thrust, he finished in you, calling your name with a grunt.

You both caught your breath and he slowly slipped from you. He cleaned both of you with his wand, handed you your knickers to put back on, and then pulled you into his lap. He kissed you several times, falling more and more in love with you each time.

"If they ever bother you again, let me know." He murmured, smoothing your hair back from your face. "I don't want you to get hurt in any way, okay?"

You buried your head into his shoulder, overwhelmed with the love and attention that he was giving you. "Yeah." you mumbled. "Severus?"

"Hmm, darling?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed your nose. You gaze at the clock, "You know. . . there's fifteen more minutes and the desk didn't collapse yet. . ."

He chuckled, "What a needy little kitten. Bend over."

You grinned as you slid off the desk to turn around and bend over it. Things were going exactly as you wanted.

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October 18: Thigh Riding (Remus Lupin)❤️

Warnings: Thigh Riding, pet names

Copyright: I don't own Remus Lupin or any other Harry Potter/Wizarding World characters. I also don't condone the copying of this.

"Did you really have to misbehave in class today like that?" Remus asked lightly. He was sitting behind his desk, wearing those delectable brown robes, and not even looking at you as he graded homework. You were a bit put out. You'd tried so hard to get a detention and he wouldn't even look at you!

You had been thinking of very naughty things in class, knowing that Remus liked to go into your head when you were slacking off, wondering what you were thinking. Specifically, dirty things about you and him.

The two of you had been dating since the beginning of the year, falling for each other very quickly. However, despite you being seventeen years old and of age, it was still illegal for a student and Professor to have a sexual relationship. This unfortunately meant that the two of you had to sneak around to see each other.

Which was exactly why you had gotten detention! So that the two of you could spend time alone and no one would care or be suspicious!

"I wanted to get detention to spend the night with you." You mumbled. "You know that's all I was doing."

"And I told you that we can't spend the night before a full moon together. I'm too much like a wolf on these nights Y/N, even if I don't actually turn until tomorrow night. I could hurt you and I refused to do that." Remus said firmly.

"You're not going to hurt me Remmy!" You protested, "And you know I like it rough anyways, so what's the problem?"

He sighed, pausing in his writing, fingers flexing around the quill, "I'm to strong, don't you understand that? I could break you. Crush you."

Yeah. . . all his words were doing was making your more and more aroused. You'd always been a thrill-seeker (probably one of the reasons you were even brave enough to sneak around with a Professor) and his words were calling you to your wild side.

"Remmy, you sound like Edward from Twilight." You deadpanned.

He scowled. He hated Twilight. He thought the werewolves had it to easy and he envied that they loved being Werewolves. That they found it enjoyable when he found it to be the worst part of his existence. That it was part of the reason he sometimes thought about killing himself. And the only reason he didn't was because of his morals, his work, his optimism about life, and now you.

"It doesn't work like that Y/N. That's a book, a fiction written to give Vampires and Werewolves good names and features. I don't work like that. I'm dangerous, I could hurt you. I could kill you. Even worse, I could turn you."

"Not tonight." You whispered, finally getting up from where you were sitting, to walk around his desk and straddle one of his thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nudging his cheek so that he looked at you. "Remmy, I know that sometimes I can be a bit of a brat, but I love you. And tonight, sure you might be a little rough, but I don't mind and you know that. You know you won't hurt me. I know you won't."

"And what if I do?" His voice cracked, "What if I do hurt you?"

You paused, thinking it over. "Then it heals and we move on and I'll know it was just a little accident. Remmy, I'm asking for this, knowing all of the consequences. I don't care."

He groaned, suddenly throwing his head back, "You smell so good."

You flushed, knowing he was referring to the arousal dripping into your knickers between your legs. "Well, I can't help it. I have a dangerous side and all your words are doing is appealing to me. Your fault." You grinned cheekily. You were starting to get needy, moving yourself against his thigh quickly. "So please?"

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, his hands coming to still you on his thigh. "You want to cum?"

"I do, yes, please make me cum!" You begged.

He smirked, "Well I still have homework to grade so-" You whined and he pinched your lips together with his fingers and continued, "-you can get yourself off on my thigh while I finish. And then, if you can finish yourself on my thigh without using any fingers or anything but my thigh, I will pound you into the bed like you want me to."

And there went the arousal pooling between your legs again. At this point, you were surprised even you couldn't smell it.

"Do I have to take my clothes off?" You asked.

"Yep. You're not going to use those cute pink knickers of yours to help you out." He grinned, "Get to work, I've got quite a bit of homework to grade."

You stood up, stripping off the black skirt you wore for your school uniform, and then paused. "How did you know my knickers were pink?"

"Darling, I always know what you're wearing underneath that skimpy little outfit of yours." He growled. "I know the bra is matching as well."

You blushed, pulling the soaked knickers off. You actually really liked the set that you were wearing. It made you feel both sexy and cute at the same time, with the lace and tiny little bows on the side.

You folded the skirt up, setting on the side chair, but threw your knickers in the dirty clothes. They were unwearable now. You set your black cloak aside, unbuttoning the white skirt, folding up the articles of clothing before removing the pink bra as well, leaving you completely bare.

You unbuttoned his pants, and he lifted his hips up to help you pull them down around his ankles, before you straddled his thigh again.

The only touch he gave you was his arm, wrapped loosely around your waist.

You grabbed his shoulders with your hands, and then got to work. You shifted your hips back and forth on his thigh. The hair of his legs did help give a sort of stimulation, though not as much as you needed.

He chuckled, "So wet darling. Naughty little pup."

You whined softly at his teasing. You really just wanted him to lift you off his thigh and fuck you into the bed.

You envisioned the various positions that he could make love to you in, as you dragged your clit across his thigh over and over. You sped up, trying to gain more friction. You could feel the slight onslaught of an orgasm, but the level was still low and you were feeling desperate.

You wanted to check and see how much homework he had left to grade. It seemed like he was finishing them a mile a minute, and you were getting desperate. You really needed him to fuck you tonight, you had to cum before he finished.

You whined again, grinding down on his thigh, trying to gain friction. It was building up, but at snail pace. You moved even faster, dragging your clit over his thigh again and again. Tears of desperation fell down your cheeks and the wetness of your eyes made your mascara run slightly.

Remus loved seeing you coming apart like this and he just grew harder as he attempted to grade the homework as quickly as possible. All of his senses were heightened. He could smell how aroused you were; a sweet, delicious scent that had driven him over the edge, giving in long before you had begged for him. He could hear all of your small whimpers and the way that your skin was dragging along his. He could feel your entire body trembling with need, could literally feel your desperation. He saw how your cheeks were flushed, how your eyes were a mess, and how you clung to him, trying so hard to get off on his thigh.

He couldn't wait to taste you. His tongue was literally tingling just thinking about your taste, saliva building up in his mouth and he quickly swallowed.

"Please." You begged, wanting him to take control. You wanted him to help you because you couldn't do it yourself. "I can't Remmy, please?"

He made a tsking noise with his tongue, seemingly unbothered by your pleas. In reality, he almost gave in right then and there. It took every fiber of his being not to react. "Now pup, a deal is a deal."

You cried out, burying your face in his shoulder, rotating your hips. You twisted them, rolled them, and tried every trick in the book. The orgasm was just there, you could feel it. It was like a knot that was built up in your stomach, just waiting to be released.

He felt your thighs shaking and slammed the quill down, picking you up in a matter of seconds. You let out a wanton cry at losing your orgasm, nearly bursting into tears right then and there. He strode across the room, slamming you down on the bed.

You caught your breath, only to lose it again as he buried his face between your legs, sucking hard at your clit and you released all over his tongue, crying out his name so loudly, Filch would've come running if the silencing charms weren't on.

"I know." Remus said in a husky voice, "You were supposed to finish on my thigh. But I just had to taste you. And now, I'll fuck you like there's no tomorrow. How do you like that?"

"Remus. . ." You mumbled, "Please. I love you so much. Just ruin me."

"Don't worry pup. I plan to."

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October 24: Aftercare (Steve Rogers) 💚

Warnings: None, fluff

Copyright: I do not own Steve Rogers or any other Marvel/MCU characters. I also do not condone copying of this.

You stared up at Steve with soft eyes, feeling slightly blissed out, and also extremely hot after the incredible, mind-blowing sex the two of you had just had. Of course, it was always mind-blowing as he was a super soldier, and everything about him was enhanced.

Steve smiled down at you gently as he pulled slowly from your sensitive channels, earning a slight hiss from you. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before rolling over to lay down next to you. "How are you feeling Princess?"

You smiled at the pet name he had called you since forever. "Wonderful." You rolled over to snuggle into him. He wrapped one arm around you, the other grabbing the icepack he always kept on the bedside table, putting the coolness against your forehead.

After all, if you burned up too much you'd burn the bed.

You closed your eyes, feeling completely loved and soothed. Slowly, as both of your heartbeats settled down, Steve moved from the bed. You could hear him drawing a bath in the bathroom, before he came back out.

You cracked one eye open to see him leaning over you to take you into his arms, carrying you into the bathroom.

He discarded the icepack in the sink before moving into the bath, sitting down in the water, subsequently bringing you into the cool, refreshing water as well.

"It's not to cold for you, right?" You asked. As a fire power Avenger, you needed everything to be cold, lest the added heat send you into flames. However, you also knew that cold reminded Steve of being frozen, and the last thing you ever wanted to do was send him flashbacks.

Steve chuckled warmly, pulling you flush against his back, "Believe me darling, after that, I need it as cold as it'll get."

You grinned, leaning back against him. He always took such good care of you after the both of you were spent, no matter what. If the sex had occurred because he was jealous or you needed to be punished- there was still aftercare. If the two of you were having sex because he needed to blow off steam and it was all about him (very rare, maybe once every five months)- he still took care of you afterwards.

You could feel him being tender with the slightly rough washcloth as he gently ran it through your sensitive folds, making sure everything felt alright.

You sunk a little lower in the water so that it would cover your shoulders. Steve ran the washcloth gently over your nub, making you wince. He apologized softly, placing a soft kiss under your ear.

Finally, he set it aside to pull you more firmly to his broad, well-defined chest.

You hummed in content, turning your head to kiss him gently on the lips, "Thank you Steve."

"Anything for you, my Princess."

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October 31: Monster Fucking (Niklaus and Elijah Mikelson, Damon Salvatore)❤️

Warnings: 18+ readers only, Monster fucking, probably some name kinks, probably some title kinks, I haven't edited.

Copyright: I do not own any TVD/TO/Legacies characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You were both nervous and horny as you eyed the three delicious looking men in front of you. Elijah was busying himself in a book, brow furrowed slightly at whatever he was reading. Niklaus was staring off at something, his pencil lightly dancing over the paper that he was working over. Damon was sipping a glass of bourbon while flipping through Pinterest on his phone, putting cute animals on his board.

"I want to do something different." You declared.

You know they all heard you, having superb hearing.

"What's that baby?" Damon asked.

How could you explain what you wanted? You four often had sex, yes, but you wanted it to be different this time. You saw how sexy they looked with their veins popping out when they killed someone or the way Niklaus' eyes turned yellow.

Well, maybe you should just blurt it out, yeah?

"I want you three to fuck me in your primal state."

Their reactions varied greatly. Damon snapped his head up to look at you over his shoulder. Niklaus' pencil skimmed off the paper and he cursed. Elijah simply shook his head and said, "No."

Disappointment furled in the pit of your stomach.

Nik leaned on his hand, glaring at the paper in front of him. You winced. You hadn't meant for his drawing to be ruined. He glanced over at you, eyes softening at your guilty expression. He sighed, "Sorry love, but no."

You wanted to complain, wanted to ask why, but you didn't want to be a brat.

"O-okay." You murmured. Damon hadn't said anything, eyes slightly narrowed.

After a moment of awkwardness, you quickly scurried off to the bedroom upstairs. You felt terrible, like they had rejected you. You swallowed hard, but quietly, trying not to make a noise. But for some stupid reason, a sob had built up in your throat.

You quickly turned on the music, putting it on a specific singer/band that they knew you liked so they wouldn't get suspicious. And then you let out that sob stuck in your throat into the pillow.

It was just one and you sat up, waiting to make sure that the others weren't going to come into the room.

You sighed, flopping back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What was wrong with the idea? Was it simply unappealing to them? Or maybe they were getting tired.

Tired of you.

Your heart thumped unpleasantly in your chest.

Was that possible?

Probably. They were vampires after all. Living eternal lives. They probably got bored easily.

That thought settled uncomfortably in your stomach.

"Y/N." Damon's voice broke you from your thoughts.

You snapped your head up to look at him. You realized there was one tear coming down your face and you quickly wiped it. "I'm not crying. I just had my eyes open for to long and they started to water."

Damon raised an eyebrow, coming in and shutting the door behind him softly. He set his glass of bourbon down on the table, kicking his shoes off as he came. You eyed him warily as he crawled up onto the bed.

Once he was inches from your face, he snarled lowly, his veins popping out, his fangs lowering, his eyes darkening. "Is this what you wanted?"

You swallowed hard, feeling the lust pool at your core. "Y-Yes."

"Do you know how dangerous this is?" Damon asked quietly, but he didn't change his appearance, "How easily one of us could let go and hurt you. Our senses are heightened in this form. Your blood smells so appealing." His nose glided across my jaw and down my neck. Your eyes stayed on his to the best of your ability, unable to look away. "I don't like when you put yourself in danger baby."

"I want it like that." You whispered.

He chuckled before moving his lips inches before yours. Tired of his teasing, you smashed your lips to his, feeling his sharp teeth pull at your bottom lip. He growled, biting it, sucking at your blood.

You moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer. His hands were iron at your hips, probably leaving bruises there tomorrow which would probably piss Nik and Elijah off. You weren't really supposed to fuck one of them without the other two. It was very rare and they usually asked the others ahead of time.

Damon pulled off your lip, leaving it swollen and numb. He ripped the clothes from your body, leaving you completely naked as scraps of fabric floated down like feathers on the bedroom floor. He discarded his own clothes in a similar manner.

The veins grew more prominent on his face. His eyes were so dark from his primal, monster-like state.

He pressed you down on the bed, disappearing and reappearing in an instant, your hands magically tied to the headboard from his speed. Tightening the rope slightly to make sure you couldn't escape, he moved lower down your body.

He didn't say anything, diving straight into your core, making you scream in pleasure. None of them had ever eaten you out like this. They were either teasing, or making you feel pleasure, but not like this.

His tongue thrusted so deep inside of you, you wouldn't have believed it wasn't his fingers. His nose bumped your clit in stimulation, his teeth scraping your walls.

"D-Damon." You gasped, feeling your toes start to curl on instinct, body shaking. Cold and hot flashes washing over your body from the pleasure he was giving you.

He said nothing, did nothing and you cried out his name again through your orgasm. It was the quickest orgasm ever, only having taken him thirty-seven seconds. That was it. Not even a full minute.

Your head was still in the clouds, gazing with bleary eyes at the satisfied vampire in front of you. He lowered his head back down, biting on the inside of your thigh, sucking your blood. Only doing this for a few seconds before leaving a similar bite on your other thigh.

Nik and 'Lijah would be ripping mad now.

Damon moved all the way up to your neck, biting into it softly. You let out a soft cry. It was a little painful, like a shot, but once he started sucking at your blood, it felt good almost.

That was when Niklaus threw open the door, eyes narrowed. Elijah was by his side, hands in his suit pockets.

"Damon." Niklaus snapped before Elijah had sped across the room, throwing Damon off of you. You yelped, his teeth scraping your neck as he attempted to pull out, blood dripping down the side of your neck, dropping onto the pillow you were laying against.

"I knew it." Elijah murmured, "Y/N, we can't make love to you in that state. We'll hurt you."

"N-No." You gasped. "He wasn't hurting me."

"I had it under control." Damon snarled, on his feet in seconds. He wiped blood- your blood- from his lips.

Elijah kept a protective stance over your body, ready to mitigate whatever fight Niklaus and Damon were about to have as they glared at each other.

"I asked for it." You said desperately. "I want it."

Elijah and Niklaus looked at you hesitantly.

"Please?" You asked, giving Elijah the puppy eyes. He almost always crumbled to those eyes so you rarely used them, not wanting to have an unfair advantage. But now, you were so desperate you were going to use everything you had.

Elijah groaned softly. Niklaus huffed. He wasn't as easy to convince as his brother, but he still had a soft spot for you.

Damon came back to your side, climbing back onto the bed. His veins popping out once again as he kissed you.

Elijah and Niklaus' eyes both flashed. Elijah loved you a lot. Sometimes to much where to the point that he could get jealous of even Niklaus and Damon being around you. He was afraid, at the moment, that should he let his primal side out, he wouldn't be able to get along with Niklaus or Damon and you'd get hurt in the process.

Niklaus was there in a flash, untying your hands. His eyes were glowing yellow as he climbed into the bed behind you. One hand around your throat, his fingers flexing, making sure he wasn't to tight. "This is what you wanted, right love?" He growled seductively in your ear, your eyes rolling back in your head.

"Yes sir." You murmured.

You felt him start to kiss down your neck, teeth scraping your sensitive spots. Damon had settled back down between your legs, lapping at your cunt again, your legs shaking as another, lightning-quick orgasm started to build up again.

You reached out to grasp Damon's hair and pull him closer, but Niklaus grabbed your wrists without lifting his mouth from your shoulders.

Elijah continued to stand there, torn between joining this mess or leaving. He was terrified of hurting you.

At that moment of indecision, you looked up, catching his eye. Your far gone expression pushed him over the edge. He was quick to get out of his suit, neatly folding every article over the chair before joining the three of you on the bed.

He hesitated before tentatively becoming the monster you wanted him to be.

Damon leaned back from your last orgasm, licking his lips of your sweet juices. He was pleased with the way you cried out his name.

Elijah slowly pressed his lips to yours, getting the feel of this. "Fuck 'Lijah, you're so sexy." You whimpered.

He lost his control, smashing his lips to yours fiercely. One hand snaking into your hair to pull you closer, the other firmly teasing your clit, sensitive after Damon's treatment. You moaned into his mouth.

Finally, the three of them pulled away from you slowly before Niklaus commanded, "Roll over."

You did so, laying on your stomach, propped up on your elbows, legs bent at the knee. You found yourself eye-to-eye with Klaus' delicious looking cock. Apparently becoming primal included a few extra inches to the already dripping appendage.

It was both thicker and longer, and a quick glance over your shoulder showed you that both Damon and Elijah had gotten the same treatment. Oh dear.

Where they were usually all around nine-eleven inches depending on the time of the day and if they were already aroused or not, they were now all pushing twelve-fourteen, maybe even bigger. There was no way they were going to fit, but you didn't voice that aloud.

Klaus' hands found either side of your face, making you look up at him. You could feel four hands roaming your lower body. Elijah's fingers were slightly longer whereas Damon's hands were calloused.

You pulled yourself up so that you were propped on your hands and knees, opening your mouth. Klaus smirked down at you. The combined effect of yellow eyes and red veins was absolutely astounding.

"We're going to absolutely destroy you love." Klaus said, thrusting his large cock into your mouth on the accented word. You moaned softly around his cock as you got to work, sucking, licking, bopping your head up and down, twirling your tongue over his slit, and wrapping your tongue around it. You could feel the veins against your tongue and that made you curious.

You moaned louder at the intrusion of three fingers going into your pussy, two straight into your ass.

Klaus thrusted into your mouth again, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, tears starting to stream from your eyes at the brutal treatment. You didn't care, you were loving every moment of it.

"Fuck, you're so good love." Klaus groaned, head thrown back as you let him use you like a toy. You just continued to breathe deeply through your nose, your tired tongue still working.

You jerked your body a little as the fingers started pushing you to an orgasm. The two hands not inside of you held your waist to keep you from moving.

The fingers in your pussy increased, the thumb circling your clit harshly now. You felt soft kisses on your ass before one of them bit you there, making you squeal around Klaus cock.

You felt him twitch before he released with a, "Fuck love!"

You swallowed everything, before letting him pull out. Saliva connected between your lips and his cock, before breaking. Some of it landed on your chin, some of it on the bed. Your arms were exhausted and Klaus pulled you a little so that you were laying flat on your chest.

"P-Please." You begged now as the fingers in your tight core started to tease, instead of letting you cum.

"Beg." Elijah hissed.

"Please 'Lijah, please I wanna cum. Please 'Lijah, please, please I've been a good girl."

"No, you've been a fucking tease." He hissed. "Putting yourself in danger like this. One of us could snap and you'd be dead in a heartbeat. Why we're letting this happen, I don't know, but you've been far from good."

You let out a cry as he jerked his fingers from your warmth before slapping your clit.

You heard Damon chuckle darkly and thought he might pull out too, but instead, he pushed a third finger into your tight ass, drawing another cry of pain and pleasure from you.

Klaus was surprisingly being the less vocal one, letting Elijah completely degrade you for him.

Klaus pulled you away from the others, drawing a snarl of fury from both Damon and Elijah. He ignored them, pulling you onto his lap, sinking his teeth into your neck on the opposite side of where Damon had already bitten you.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes closed, feeling his teeth in your skin. You knew that with mates, blood sharing was a big deal. He wanted to leave his mark since Damon had already left his.

Elijah's growl was definitely primal and furious as Niklaus finally pulled from you. You were in Elijah's arms in a flat second, his bite right into your shoulder. You panted, feeling a little hazy now. Elijah pulled away, licking the wound firmly before he laid down flat on the bed, laying you over him, spearing you with his dick.

The guttural groan that left Elijah's lips, combined with the absolute sexy veins underneath his eyes completely fueled you. You lay against his chest, paralyzed almost as he thrusted himself into you. A shaky hand reached out, your thumb caressing his veins softly. They trembled under your touch and his pace increased even more.

It took you a moment to realize that you were taking everything he was giving you, balls clapping against your ass as he jolted up into you. You could now feel the bulge that seemed to come between you and Elijah as it appeared in your stomach on every upwards thrust. And all you felt was pleasure.

Until Niklaus decided to get on his knees behind you. You'd always had a tight ass and you had never liked really having to take it there, but with all three of them, you didn't have much choice and after a while, it was even good to have one of them in there.

"K-K-Klaus." You stuttered out and then yelped when you felt the sting against your ass. "I mean sir!"

Klaus was the only one that didn't like being called by his name in bed. Elijah and Damon on the other hand craved it.

Damon knelt in front of you now, his knees close to Elijah's head. His large dick waving in your face. You opened your mouth and he slid right in. Elijah pulled you closer to his body, his teeth nipping at your nipples and breasts.

Your legs were tangled with Klaus and Elijah's, your arms hanging limply on either side of Elijah's head. You had ceased to become nothing. They let you orgasm, and they cummed after you but didn't stop, didn't cease, continuing on and on without having to wait for refractory periods.

Eventually they changed positions, your throat sore, you ass spent, and your pussy leaking fluids all over Elijah's dick.

Klaus was quick to claim your pussy, sliding right in while Damon went behind you and Elijah let you suck him off, tasing yourself and him on his length.

You swirled your tongue around Elijah's length as his hands held your face. He bent over, pressing sweet kisses to the top of your head, veins wavering for a second before returning.

Damon was a biter, your back littered with small bites and hickies as he pounded furiously into your ass.

Niklaus meanwhile kept biting around the same area, sucking blood, marking you as his.

Tears had streamed down your face, your makeup a mess. A light coat of sweat covered your entire body as they tossed you around like a fucktoy.

"You're so good baby." Damon murmured, kissing your back. "Taking us so well."

"Yes." Elijah agreed, wiping tears away, leaving black tracks of mascara. He gave a particular rough thrust to make you gag. "Being such a good little whore."

Words like that should be illegal from Elijah's mouth. Seriously. A waterfall seemed to gush out of you at that comment, soaking Klaus.

Klaus chuckled as he spurted his ropes into you as well. "I think she liked that comment brother."

"Is that right?" Elijah asked, narrowing his eyes at you. Your soft face was still in his hands as he slid his cock deep down your throat, "You like this? You like being nothing more than a fucktoy for three vampires that are hundreds of years older than you?"

Another gush of slick down Klaus' dick. Klaus chuckled again, fingers reached up to manhandle your breasts.

You moaned around Elijah's dick at his words as well. Damon started to slow down in your ass as he shot his own hot cum into you. He stilled inside, catching his breathing, reaching around for something as he waited to cool down.

Elijah's dick twitched in your mouth, the grip on your face a little tighter, "Fucking cock slut."

You literally squirted on Niklaus' chest with another moan and Elijah finally released into your mouth. You swallowed and dropped your head.

Damon pulled out, only to shove a plug into your ass. Since Elijah was done with your mouth, he pulled you up a little to murmur in your ear, "That's just to keep my hot cum inside of you a little longer baby girl. Gonna keep in there like a good little slut until you get to the showers."

You moaned again and you couldn't but release all over Niklaus again. It was like they were making you cum with their words.

Niklaus wrapped his arms around your waist, pounding into you from below. His eyes glowed an even brighter yellow as he growled, "I think she does like being a little slut for us, hmm? She loves being absolutely degraded, loves being a little cum slut."

With those words, you finished together before you finally collapsed on his chest.

Taking a moment to settle down, their veins slowly went down, their breathing evened. Elijah pulled you slowly off of Niklaus, holding you in his arms.

"Hey kitten, how are you doing?" He asked softly, pushing your hair back from your face.

You were completely blissed out. Your body wasn't yours anymore, limbs weak. All of their release and your own was still leaking out of your pussy, onto the sheets. Your body was littered with red, purple, black, and blue marks. Teeth imprints were starting to show and they all winced a little at their ruthlessness.

"Baby, you okay?" Damon asked with a worried look on his face. After all, he'd started it.

You just nodded and mumbled, "Tired."

"I'll get the shower running." Niklaus murmured.

"Maybe the bath." Elijah and Damon called after him.

Elijah cupped your face, "C'mon kitten, I need to know that you're alright."

"I'm in heaven." You murmured, "That was amazing, can we do that again?"

Damon chuckled, "I think you need to get cleaned up and get some sleep instead."

"I can do a few more rounds." You mumbled, closing your eyes and falling asleep promptly on Elijah's shoulder.

Damon and Elijah grinned fondly at you.

Klaus poked his head out the door. "Bath is ready."

Elijah and Damon stood as Elijah carried you into the bathroom. Damon quickly pulled the butt plug out of you, tossing it back into the bedroom before Elijah laid you in the bath.

"We'll go handle the sheets and stuff," Klaus said, "You got her taken care of?"

"Yes." Elijah said, kneeling in the water in front of you, already reaching for the sponge to carefully clean you up.

As he cleaned, he started to feel worse and worse as all of the bruises and bites were revealed. You flickered your eyes open as he started to clean your inner thighs and pussy, taking extra care not to touch your sensitive nub.

"Hi 'Lijah." You said with a small smile.

"Hey Kitten." He murmured back. "How are you feeling?"

You sat up a little more in the bathtub. "Good. Although we might have to wait a few days before I can make love to any of you again."

"Make that two weeks." Damon's voice drawled in the doorway. He moved forward- fully dressed- to kneel by the bathtub edge. "How are you baby girl? We didn't meant to hurt you so badly."

You blinked, confused. "Huh? You didn't hurt me."

Damon gestured to your body and you finally actually looked at your arms. "Oh. Oh yeah. Eh, they don't actually hurt. I kind've like them. You guys are cute when you're possessive."

Elijah let out an astonished chuckle. "We can heal them with our blood if you want."

"Nah, I'm good." You said with a grin. "I like it when others know who I belong to."

Damon groaned, "You're making it very hard for me to keep it in my pants baby girl."

You gave him a teasing smile, "Oh?"

"Don't tease him Y/N." Elijah warned seriously. "You need some rest."

You pouted, "Fine 'Lijah. I'll tease you later Dae."

"And I'll make sure you pay for it." Damon said with a wink.

"I look forward to that." You giggled.

Elijah finally cleaned you up before helping you out of the towel. Klaus already had your pajamas laid out, although you didn't feel like putting anything over your ass or touching your clit so you just grabbed one of Klaus overly large T-shirts to wear.

Klaus had also brought up some of your favorite foods for you to eat. Damon had stripped the sheets to put fresh ones on and then you and Elijah joined the other two on the bed, falling asleep in your monster pile.

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AND. . . That's that! Honestly, the last three were kind've my favorites. Although I'm not entirely sure if I did the Monster fucking right. But I love Stucky, I love Severus Snape and Remus Lupin action- Lucius just there for benefit, and I love my two favorite vampires and one hybrid.

Hopefully you enjoyed some of these- at least half. I'm kind've already looking forward to next October, although of course, the idea of making a fandom smut book is still on the table if enough people want it (at least twenty).

Anyways- Happy Halloween!