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The Favor (Alpha!Peter Parker x Omega!Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, DUB-CON, A/B/O dynamics, mentions of blood, jealous!Peter, friends with benefits

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts​​ | divider by @silkholland​​

summary: One favor turns into a regular pattern of Peter helping you through your heats. But when one night goes horribly wrong, you discover that a loss of control had nothing to do with it.

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All my dreams mixed together.

You Can Fuck Me If You'd Like

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

(My work is not to be copied or transfered. However, you may reblog the shit out of it.)

A/n: This was literally a dream I had. I thought there would be some people on here who would appreciate me sharing it.

Warnings: smut, unedited,

You and JJ had always been clingy best friends. To be fair, you were clingy with everyone, JJ just reciprocated it more than anyone else did. So, you were both always all over each other. Physical touch was your love language and it seemed that JJ was the one who could never be bothered by it. So, you were snuggle buddies. A term that you had given yourselves that JJ had found ridiculously amusing.

You lay with JJ in the hammock outside of the Chateau. By with, it was more like on top of. Your legs were on either side of his hips and your head rested beside your hands on his chest. He had one arm wrapped around you, holding you to him, while the other manned the blunt hanging from his lips. You were nearly asleep. The soft summer night breeze and amazing beach weather mixed with the smell of JJ was enough to have your eyes dropping in seconds, let alone the hours you'd spent in the swaying hammock.

After a while JJ began to squirm under you. You slid back thinking that he was just trying to reposition and get more comfortable, but when your core brushed directly over his bulge you knew differently. JJ bit his lip when you looked up at him through tired eyes. "Sorry." He mumbled, embarrassed that you had found him out. You hummed, laying your head back on his chest and grinding down against him once. His breathing hitched and his arm came around to grip you tighter. "Y/n?"

"Want me to warm you? Be more comfortable..." You mumbled sleepily. JJ stared down at you in shock, wondering if you were delirious. At his lack of response you looked up at him once more, raising a brow slightly. "Oh, um, you were serious?" The realization only made his shorts grow tighter. You laid your head back down on his chest, nodding against him. "Mhm, go ahead. You can take my shorts off or whatever. The blanket should cover us."

JJ couldn't hardly believe his ears. Were you really about to let him sit inside of you? He set his blunt between his lips, holding it there while he reached down to undress the both of you. You lifted up, helping him remove your shorts and underwear. He set them aside, unzipping his pants and sliding them and his boxers down far enough to pull his cock out. You climbed back up on top of him, sinking down on his dick while he hissed. God, you felt amazing. You laid back down just like you had been earlier. It was almost as if you didn't have your best friend sitting balls deep inside of you.

"If it gets to be too much, you can fuck me if you'd like. I'm going to take a nap." There was no way this was actually happening. His best friend, the girl he'd been pinning over for years, was sitting on his cock while she slept. This couldn't be real. But God, did it feel real. He laid there for a while, smoking his blunt and enjoying the way you felt wrapped around him. But when you started to move in your sleep, circling your hips ever so slightly while your walls contracted around him, he couldn't lay still any longer.

He thought about your words from earlier. Were you really fine with him taking you while you slept? You squeezed him again and his hips bucked involuntarily up in to you. You whimpered softly, stirring from your slumber to look up at him. "Sorry. I didn't mean to." You smiled, closing your eyes and placing a sweet kiss to his neck as you laid back down. "It's okay, I meant what I said. If you need me, JJ, just take me. Whenever, I don't mind." He nodded, beginning to slowly thrust up into you.

By whenever, did you mean like whenever whenever? Or like whenever tonight? JJ really hoped it was the first one, but right now he was far too caught up in the pleasure to ask. He groaned as your pussy squeezed around his cock. You were awake this time, you had meant to do that. You ground your hips down to meet his every thrust, pleasure overwhelming the both of you, but you were only focused on him. You sat up, ridding yourself of your shirt and adding it to the pile of clothes beside you on the hammock. JJ groaned at the sight of your tits, bouncing with his every thrust. You had decided to go braless that morning.

Your hands reached down to tug off his shirt as well. JJ lifted up, helping you remove the fabric from his body. You ran your hands over his bare chest, bouncing on his dick as your nails drug over the flesh of his nipples. He moaned out at the sensation, his movements faltering. "Fuck! Y/n/n, I'm going to cum!" You clenched around him once more, earning another breathless sound from the boy. "Go, ahead, JJ." He thrust up in to you harder, gripping your hips for dear life. "Fuck, where do you want it?"

"Wherever you do, J." You watched his eyes screw shut, his jaw clenching. He was so hot like this. "Can I cum...can I cum in your pussy?" You reached down, placing a kiss to his lips. "Yes, JJ. Cum in my pussy. Come on, cum for me." You were so close, the tip of his dick continuously hitting your g-spot. "Fuck!" He moaned, shooting his cum deep inside of you. The sensation itself was enough to have you following right after. His thumb toying with your clit to help you through it. "Fuck, JJ." You moaned, your head falling back against his chest, his dick still inside of you.

You picked up his blunt from where he'd dropped it, smiling when you saw that it was still lit. You put it to your lips, taking a drag while he watched you intently. Your mixed released dripping out of you and down both of your thighs. JJ groaned at the feeling, at the sight of you still naked on top of him, still on his cock. You smiled, removing the blunt from your lips to lean down and place another kiss to his. His tongue drug along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You granted it, letting him explore the cavern of your mouth. When you pulled away, you were both breathless.

"This wasn't a one time thing, right?"

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First Line Prompts🖊

Feel free to use these for inspiration but please link this post in anything you share.

The light shut off and you knew you weren’t alone.

You looked at him/her/them and knew it was the end.

The chill creeped into your bones and made your teeth chatter.

Before you opened your eyes, you knew you weren't in your own bed.

A knock came and you looked up, who could have found you all the way out here?

The water rippled and obscured the lines of your body.

You never imagined you would stand before the altar with a stranger.

Your mother/father always told you it would end up like this.

You tiptoed through the dark and listened for the snores.

The forest bed was damp beneath you, twigs stabbing into your back as you gulped for breath.

The night always gave you hope but in the morning you would have to face reality.

You couldn’t run forever, you knew it as well as him/her/them.

The click permeated the air and you exhaled as the tension pushed the breath from your lungs.

You left the letter on the nightstand.

You were never the one they noticed, just another wallflower hoping to bloom.

If you went through that door, there was no turning back.

The sweat pebbled on your skin like condensation on a glass.

When you found him/her/them, you never imagined how badly you would be lost.

You couldn’t take it anymore, not another minute, or another second longer.

Your heart clenched as you stared at the barrel.

The silver moonlight cast eerie shadows along the wall that seemed to move.

You missed this place, missed having somewhere to call home.

“How could you do this?” you croaked as the words drained the last of your strength.

You thought you knew him/her/them when you were still naive, but those days were long gone.

It was a high hill to climb but you could make it.

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Dirty and Dark Prompts

Previously used for my Mystery Prompt Requests (likely to be incorporated into my kinktober). Open to use with credit to this blog.

“I love the way you shake… it turns me on.”

“I promise, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“You don’t have to say a word, your eyes say it all.”

“I don’t… I don’t have the money for that.”

“Hold your breath, bite your tongue, close your eyes. Do whatever you need to get through it.”

“It hurts.” “I know.”

“I’ve never heard anything better than the way you cry out my name.”

“Tell me you want more. I feel your cunt begging me.”

“I did what you told me to. What else do you want?”

“You don’t leave this bed until you’ve earned it.”

“You got me so hard right now in that skirt…”

“Give me your panties.”

“What did you put in this?”

“I know he’s watching us, I hope he likes what he sees.”

“I can’t hear a word you’re saying, I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”

“I can’t sleep if I’m not inside you.”

“You have everything you need; me.”

“You expect me to get any work done with you wearing that?”

“‘No’? You’re such a bad liar.”

“You want me to pull out, ask me nice and I’ll cum in your mouth.”

“Stay… that’s an order.”

“I said stay the night, I didn’t say anything about sleep.”

“I don’t care who hears, I want everyone to hear what I do to you.”

“Sit in my lap like a good girl.”

“I’m gonna be your first and your last.”

“You don’t get to cum if you can’t ask nicely.”

“If you’re not naked by the time I’m back…”

“Wouldn’t it be hot if he found you like this?”

“I like watching him fuck you.”

“If you cum, you lose.”

“You can bite me. I like it.”

“This isn’t over. Not even close.”

“Good girls get on their knees.”

“Every time I see you, I can’t help but see myself inside of you.”

“What I like most about you is my hands around your neck.”

“You don’t want me? Don’t lie to me.”

“If you want to act like a slut, you can dress like one.”

“That ass is highly unprofessional.”

“I love the way you let me use you. Like a pretty little doll.”

“Your turn. Touch me.”

“I love that look. It gets me so hot.

“You think you hate me, but you really hate yourself because you liked it.”

“Shhh, we have to be quiet.”

“Smile nice and pretty for me.”

“Don’t be stupid, I don’t do favours.”

“I want you to make our guest(s) at home.”

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

“We just went over the rules.”

“You need help with that mouth of yours.”

“I thought you left.”

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why me?

Pairing || Winter Soldier x Reader, dark!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary || You’re home alone while your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, is on a mission. A visitor you don’t expect comes home.

Warnings || NSFW, non-con, knife play, bondage, death threats, abusive behavior, maybe kidnapping? There’s blood, there’s cum, there’s tears. This is dark. Do not read if you feel uncomfortable. I do not take responsibilities if you choose to keep going after the warnings.

Word count || 2,995

Notes || Listen, Bucky’s my favorite boy and I’m a whore for dark stuff. Seriously, I needed to get it off my chest. It’s a little shitty because it’s my first time writing dark smut (aw!) but I plan on keep writing so send requests in. I’m also drunk so this is not readproof. Good luck!

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He shoved your head against the table, smacking your face hard in the marble material. You cried with the unexpected pain, trying to lift your torso but his metallic hand, still around the back of your neck, wouldn’t let you. “Stay put, your pathetic slut”, he hissed.

Confusion took over your body and you tried to adjust your head so you could say something. Bucky and you were into plenty of roleplays, but a minute ago you were home alone, plus he wasn’t acting natural.

He usually grinned, enjoying himself while playing with you like a puppet, and you loved it. But now— now he was dead serious, you could tell just by the way he was standing behind you, the way he kept control of his breath. The way you could feel his eyes scanning every little part of your body, as if he was analyzing where to inflict pain first.

“I knew it”, he mumbled to himself. You heard the sound of him pulling some knives off his belt with his free hands, still pressing your face against the table to the point the area already felt numb. “I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get this close to you.”

“How so?”, you dared to ask, your voice muffled.

“Did I allow you to talk, whore?”, Bucky growled, pulling you by your hair, smacking his body against yours and wrapping his arms around your waist so you couldn’t escape. “I want you to keep dead quiet, or I might as well just slit your throat and fuck your dead body.”

Your face turned pale and your body went cold, the panic explicit in your face as a chill ran down your spine. You tried to move again, struggling harder this time, but he was too strong for you to run.

The air escaped your lungs as the despair grew, “Bucky, please… you’re scaring me”, you sobbed.

His arms around you tightened, making you suffocate, feeling stuck, and he whispered almost lovingly: “Shhhh, shhh… you’re okay, doll. I won’t kill you, there’s only fun in fucking somebody if they’re drowning in tears, gasping for air and screaming in pleasure”, his soft tone, however, didn’t match any of his words. “And, so do you know… Bucky’s dead, my love. It’s just the Soldier here.”

“The- the Winter Soldier?”, you stuttered.

“Now that I filled you in, keep your mouth shut while I have a moment with this delicious body of yours”, he grabbed one of the knives he had put on the table, the razor shining, and dragged it through your thigh with the right amount of pressure not to cut it. “Can’t help but think about craving my name on your skin. Having you all sweaty and bloody, god…”

As he continued to sweet talk dirty and harsh words, he cut your shorts with the knife, the cold razor against your skin making you flinch.

The Winter Soldier looked so calm, cutting your shorts in the right spots so they quickly fell to your feet. It was like he had all the time in the world; all the time in the world to do whatever he wanted with you. To lock you up in a room and cut, burn, torture and fuck you over and over again. You shivered, your own thoughts frightening you.

He did the same with your underwear, throwing it shreds away before ripping your shirt off. “No bra, huh? Almost as if you were expecting me”, he remarked.

Now, having you fully naked pressed against him, he ghosted the skin of your shoulders with his lips, taking a deep breath. “Bend over”, the soldier commanded and you did as he said, bending over on the table, your nipples hardening when they touched the cold marble. He bent with you, following up your moves, and you noticed with a quiver that he was smelling you. The tip of his nose was now on your back, going down slowly, as if he wanted to breathe you in, up and down.

His arms soon weren’t around your waist anymore, but grabbing your thighs so hard you fought against yourself not to complain about the pain.

“Why so shy? Open up for me”, he stood again, grabbing your ass and lifting it up a little. You found yourself waiting anxiously for him to fuck you raw, instead you felt the cold blade of his knife pressed against your clit and gasped in fear, stopping on your movements right away, afraid to get cut down there.

“Bucky!”, you cried out.

“Are you fucking dumb? I told you to shut your mouth. I’m telling ya, doll, you won’t like the plans I have for you if you keep disobeying me”, it was Bucky’s voice. That was what made it hurt the most.

He pressed the knife harder against your clit, a loud moan leaving your lips without your permission. “Filthy whore, I know you’d love it”, the soldier smirked, pressing the knife a little bit harder before putting it away.

You sighed, relieved. He kneeled behind you, grabbing your legs tight, and pressed his nose slightly against your inner lips, sniffing you again. “Smells like heaven, you know, your cunt. Smells like heaven. And I want to bury my cock so deep into it you’ll beg me to stop even if you don’t really want to.”

He kept smelling you, like some kind of sick dog or wolf, and then stood up again, “Now, doll, let’s start our business.”

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After that, everything happened like a blur. Bucky — or the Winter Soldier, you weren’t sure how to call him anymore — grabbed you like you were nothing and carried you all the way to your room. The room both of you shared lots of intimacy, love, all the romance and caring you could ask for. But now he was dropping you on your bed without thinking twice if you’d get hurt. He walked towards your wardrobe and simply ripped some of your clothes, walking back to the bed and tying your hands and feet to the bed.

After finishing his job, he just stood there. Stood like a trained soldier, straight posture, eyes blank and his vibranium fingers- they kept moving, like he was warming up to do whatever he wanted to do with you. He analyzed your body, every inch of your skin, and for a split second you could see him licking his lips.

“You know, doll, I could keep teasing you again and again until you were dripping wet and begging me to fuck you but, come on, I know you are desperate for me already and my cock is hard as fuck, so who am I trying to fool? You’re gonna stick with me forever, anyways, so I can have all the fun with you for… well, for ever.”

The words scared you to hell. What did he mean by forever? He would never let you go? What the hell was happening? Why did he choose you? Who triggered the Winter Soldier?

A solitary tear ran down your cheek.

He undid his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing he wasn’t kidding when he said he was hard as fuck. The Winter Soldier grinned when he saw your red, scared eyes, approaching the bed and crawling slowly until he was on top of you.

“I’m gonna be nice with you, doll, because I don’t want you crying until I’m thrusting into you. So I’ll let you choose where I should cum. Inside your cunt, your pretty little mouth or your face”, his hand caressed your cheek softly, wiping away the single tear. His hard cock was pressed against your pussy, almost as if it was comfortable between your inner lips, the tip rubbing softly against your clit. “You can talk now.”

“I—”, how were you supposed to choose? You didn’t want him coming inside, which could lead into an unwanted pregnancy or he feeling like he owned you. You didn’t want to taste him in your mouth only to remember it was also Bucky’s, your loving boyfriend, cum. And you didn’t want him to come in your face, what would humiliate you even more.

But, fuck it, am I not too humiliated already?

“On my face, Bucky”, you whispered, your voice cracking and almost inaudible.

“On my face, sir”, he corrected you, locking his eyes on yours. The love you felt for his eyes was eating you alive. How could that monster have your Bucky’s voice, face and eyes? How dared him?

“On my face, sir”, you repeated, helplessly.

“Good girl.”

He never checked if you were wet enough, if you were ready. He never checked if it hurt. He positioned himself and thrusted deep into you, stretching you open. You screamed in pain, his large cock tearing you apart. You tried to use your hands to push him, maybe pull him or just something, but the clothes he used as ropes stopped you. “No!”, you cried. “It hurts, Bucky, stop!”

It seemed to get him going even more, taking his cock off you only to pull in again, even harder. “I don’t care if it hurts, doll, you take me so well I just can’t stop.”

And he didn’t. He kept thrusting, penetrating you like you were just some kind of doll for his own pleasure and enjoyment. He pinched and bit your nipples, scratched your thighs and slapped your face everytime you said something. He kept going, and at some point the hurting stopped, the pleasure took over and you couldn’t hold back your moans between tears. He seemed so amused he licked the tears off your cheeks, “If you stop crying, I will hurt you more.”

And some sick thing inside you twitched, your arousal coming harder than ever and you grabbed the piece of your ripped clothes to contain your own pleasure. His vibranium hand traced a way to your neck, where he squeezed.

You couldn’t breathe anymore and, when he saw your face red while you gasped for air, he took himself off you and adjusted his body so he could come on your face. The thick white liquid fell like rain in your hair, forehead, nose, mouth, cheeks and neck. He kept stroking himself, finishing off on your face while your eyes were closed.

“Pretty slut”, he whispered after finishing, and then you opened your eyes to look at him, kneeling in front of you. “Look at you… so beautiful painted in white, it’s making me hard again”, he smiled and for a second you saw Bucky again. “Lick your lips for me, doll.”

And you did. You did because your pussy kept clushing and suddenly you realized you wanted him again. You could spot some of your blood on his cock, and still you wanted him again. The taste of his cum, salty, made you sigh softly. You were still tied up.

“Sir”, you called. “Why did you come after me?”, it was the question you kept wondering. If it wasn’t Bucky, why did the Winter Soldier come after you?

He never thought about it before answering: “Because your body is the only one that can truly satisfy me. Your tits are out of this world. Your skin feels like pure velvet, fucking heaven in my hands. Because your cunt takes me like it needs me”, you shivered, his words affecting you directly, but he kept going: “Bucky thought this was love but, for me, it is a prize. If there is a god, doll, he made you for me. For my pleasure. To make me feel good. You’re my prize and my possession, all mine. And my body craves for you.”

You were at a loss of words but the Winter Soldier didn’t care, and he said, as if the last words never happened: “Should I go down on you until you pass out or fuck that pretty virgin ass of yours?”

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It’s so funny I got to see this right when I’m writing some Winter Soldier porn.

The first paragraph is literally…

I’m taking it as a sign.

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Power Broker (1.03)

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This is so fucking hot I am going to hell, man. Can’t resist some sister!wincest. I AM RUINED BUT GIMME MORE GIMME MORE!

Tell me about Dean masturbating while watching his sister sleeping.

Fuck, I’m going to hell.

Dean’s head was a mess. He stank of whiskey and rejection; stumbling home from the bar to their cramped little motel room after striking out with not one but three of the townies he’d hit on. He was all charm but no one was biting.

This is so fucking wrong… stop it…

Booze swelled in his veins as he plopped down on the bed closest to the door and tugged his boots off.

On the other bed, Y/N slept back to back with Sam, her peaceful face lit by the streetlights peeking through the thin curtains. She sighed, lost in a dream, and Dean caught himself staring. There was something so sweet about her lying there, one hand tucked beneath her cheek, the other dangling in the curve of her waist. He found himself trailing the curve a little too intensely and shook himself.

She’s your sister. Stop.

Pants off, jacket tossed on the table, Dean lay back and kicked the covers up around him. He tried to get comfortable but the itch was there. He needed to release a little rejection tension before he could fall asleep.

He closed his eyes and tried to conjure up a cute brunette, a young thing with huge tits and bright blue eyes, but as soon as she arrived, he lost it, her image fading quickly away.

God, I’m evil. I’m evil. Stop.

Y/N moaned gently in her sleep and Dean’s head rolled to the side, green eyes wide and locked on her form. In the dark, he could almost believe that she wasn’t Sam’s twin, that he hadn’t once upon a time changed her diapers, helped her learn to walk, rejoiced when she first said his name in that tiny toddler voice.

In the dark, she looked like an angel. Soft… round in all the right places… so… perfect.

Please… Fuck. I can’t…

His fist pumped steadily and the blanket moved, tent shaking as he rubbed his cock. He bit his lip hard, hiding each moan, screwed his eyes shut, desperate to cum and forget this had ever happened.

Y/N shifted, rolling a bit onto her back. His eyes went wide as her night shirt revealed the hard peak of her right nipple.

Jesus fucking Christ I’m so sorry. God… I’m sick. I’m so sick. I can’t…

Heart racing, balls constricting, Dean held his breath, right on the edge. He sealed his lips shut tight but it did not hide the groan that vibrated through his throat.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open at the sound and she met his piercing, shameful gaze.

She smiled.

Dean quickly pinched the base of his cock but it was too late. He came, spilling over onto his shorts. He shuddered beneath the blanket but held his breath, praying she didn’t catch on.

When he could move again, Dean swallowed hard and looked over at his baby sister, guilty and shaking. “I uh…” His voice cracked and Y/N laughed quietly.

“You’re going to hell,” she whispered; a secret smile still tickling her lips as she turned to curl into Sam’s back.

Dean scrubbed a hand down his face and exhaled heavily, sated and amazed, drunk and mortified. “I really fucking am.”

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