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having miguel o’hara thots right now

more specifically sub miguel

miguel o’hara. the spider-man 2099, the leader of the spider society, stopping multiversal threats everywhere, coming home and getting on his knees for you.

his colossal form, begging, whimpering on his knees for just a taste because baby you wont even have to do anything just enjoy it please because hes so desperate for you that even just the scent of you would make him go insane. hes so lovesick that youre in control without even trying.

sub!miguel biting your shoulder to quiet his whimpers because you dont want to wake the neighbours do you sweet boy? even though youre barely even touching him and he already feels like hes losing his mind.

sub!miguel letting it slip during sex that you control him and it takes everything in you to keep your composure because damn you knew you had an effect on him but by that much? the advantage is not lost on you by any means

sub!miguel switching to spanglish when hes desperately overwhelmed because he just cant think anymore because its just so much, maam, cant take it

sub!miguel desperate for you at any given moment

GOOD LORD 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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screaming, crying, this is so soft im so upset

I Close My Eyes and All I See Is You and the Small Things You Do

summary - “At ease, soldier.” The playful teasing vibrated against the vertebrae of his spin.

Bradley relaxed at the command — almost dutifully, almost like a soldier — turning in your embrace so that he could face you. You’re smiling at him, eyes bright, an apron tied loosely around your waist. He played with the bow at your back as you kissed him softly.

“I missed you, bear.”

or

Bradley Bradshaw comes home.

warnings - mentions of Bradley’s past, very philosophical feelings idk

word count - 2.2k

this is inspired by the painting “homecoming” by Hans Adolf Buhler (first image) so yeah, enjoy!

Keep reading

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Genuine question: do you have to post the kinktober fics in October? It’s your first one and you have chronic fatigue, so surely people wouldn’t mind if you just wrote the fics whenever you were able?

I can’t imagine people would complain given that you’d have given them more fics to read. I think they’d go, OH NEAT A NEW FIC!

holy shit ur so right

ill get on the ones i missed and the requests 🫡 dont even im on it boss

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‘’comfort.’’

kinktober ‘22 day 31: aftercare

pairing: jily 

summary: just aftercare post sex on october 31st. that is definitely it and nothing bad happens that changes the course of the wizarding world forever afterwards no sir

warnings: no actual smut (its aftercare babeyyyyy), moony tries and fails to write the characters properly, im so sorry for the pain im about to inflict, this came to me like a prophetic dream i couldnt stop myself, tooth rotting fluff, theyre so madly in love im cryign, nobody speak to me I MISS THEM!!!!

word count: 435 (short and sweet) 

a/n: the girls that get it, get it. the girls that dont, dont.

James barely had the heart to move from the way he curled into Lily’s side after he pulled out, too comfortable to want to move barely an inch. 

When needs must, he supposed.  

He got up with a barely audible groan, moving to turn the hot tap of the bath on, making sure to put in the plug after the water ran hot (he didn’t want a repeat of when he left it running for 20 minutes forgetting the plug). It wasn’t until the bath was half full and running rampant with bubbles he stopped to check on Lily. She was led on the bed, eyes half closed, a blissful smile painting her lips. If he could capture this moment forever he wouldn’t hesitate. Keep that grin in his back pocket for safe keeping as an unlimited well of serotonin. He picked her up easily, and she snuggled into his side as he carried her, placing Lily gingerly on the bathroom counter. He remade the bed then, replacing the sheets before placing the pillows neatly atop the duvet. 

The bath was run then, and he turned off the tap before adding a bit of cold to cool it down from scorching to skin boiling, just as his Lily liked it. She kicked her legs from her perch as he pottered about, grabbing pyjamas and underwear from the drawers, and Lily’s hairbrush with the matching flower painted on the wooden handle. 

James dipped a lone finger into the water. Satisfied, he turned off the tap and placed Lily in the water, getting in to sit behind each other. They sat in a peaceful silence as they washed each other's hair and bodies, scrubbing where the other couldn’t reach and soaking up each other's presence as their Harry slept peacefully in the other room. Content, they continued to sit in the bath after washing until they felt they were more raisin than human. 

James got out first, extending a hand to Lily as she stepped out. They dried each other off, brushing each other's hair and dressing each other. A quick brush of the teeth and they got back into bed, eagerly awaiting the warm sheets and comfort of the plush duvet. They cuddled up to each other, Lily throwing an arm over James’ chest. He placed a chaste kiss to her forehead as he drifted, his eyes fluttering shut as he tried to stay awake, committing her every feature to memory. Not that he needed to, he’d done that years ago. 

It was only when they were half asleep they heard the knock at the door. 

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moony kinktober update

hi!!!! i will be completing the fics i havent done (16 - 18, 22 - 28) but chronic fatigues been kicking my ass and i havent had wifi for the past week lmao

and for all the people requesting fics i will get them done once kinktober ends :)

love u bye!!!

edit: chronic fatigue said INCORRECT so im gonna finish the two fics im working on and post them for the end of kinktober <3 next year ill write so many fics ahead dont even

its only my first year writing for kinktober so live and learn AJSJJSJS

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''why wait?''

kinktober ‘22 day 14: dirty talk 

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader 

summary: it’s yours and nikolai’s reception after your wedding and he explains all the things he plans to do to you now it’s your wedding night (so real of him) 

warnings: gn!reader, idk man just dirty talk, no actual smut just mentions 

word count: 326 (this is so short and so bad im sorry) 

a/n: im so excited for s&b s2 HOLY SHITTTTTTT

In amongst a crowd of thousands and yet the only one you could look at was your new husband. 

Nikolai’s lips grazed the shell of your ear as you sat at the dining table, his gloved hand holding yours atop the wooden surface, a thumb circling the back of your hand. 

‘’Darling,’’ you sighed as his other hand moved to your thigh, ‘’you could at least wait until we’re in our quarters.’’ 

He hummed, his hand moving up tantalisingly slow. ‘’Why wait? It’s like they’re expecting us to leave early.’’ 

‘’We’ve barely been here half an hour.’’ you shifted in your seat as his fingers grazed your core. 

It was his turn to sigh then, as he knew there was a slim chance you’d be persuaded to leave early with him. A lightbulb went off in his head as he realised how to change those chances. He brought his hand away from cupping your core and whispered in your ear. 

‘’I’ve waited so long to have you to myself already, surely you wouldn’t deny me any longer?’’ he purred, smiling into the side of your head. ‘’For as soon as we get to our quarters I will act on every thought I had that plagued my dreams for the past year.’’ 

‘’What sort of thoughts?’’ you questioned, stopping to ponder what on earth your husband had dreamt of whilst you were courting. 

‘’Me taking you in my mouth countless times, watching you writhe beneath me. Taking you on every surface, watching you come undone incessantly.’’ You sucked in a breath at his words, but Nikolai did not falter, ‘’I will fill your every hole and fuck you so hard I will have to carry you around the palace from then on.’’ 

You got up abruptly, dragging him away from the party and into the quiet hallways surrounding the ballroom. You supposed there was no time like the present. Nikolai could do nothing but grin behind you. 

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‘’golden girl.’’

kinktober ‘22 day 20: lingerie

pairing: alina starkov x reader (jessie mei li is my wife (real)) 

summary: you are presented as a gift to the sun saint after she gains control over her power, an old friend from the orphanage. her surprise quickly turns to lust as she notices how you are dressed. 

warnings: afab!reader, i am madly in love with alina starkov, porn with a plot, kinda sex work?? i mean your sat there in lingerie with intention to fuck but alina and u never dated (although there were feelings) and alina doesnt know ur there, theyre idiots and theyre in love you know the drill people you know the drill!!!!, okay actual warnings now, cunninglingus, face sitting, fingering, fairly vanilla since its their first time together okay!!! idiots in love!!!, 

word count: 1203

a/n: i was gonna make the reader a Local Wench but alina wouldnt treat sex workers so poorly so it had to be an old friend OKAY IM SORRY 

i also know the darkling would NEVER let a possible enemy (also know as someone who wouldnt manipulate alina) into the little palace but please suspend your disbelief for the sake of it thanking you 

also i will eventually write the days i missed but i was too excited to write this AJSJJSJSSJSJ 

if u want a full length fic (possibly series) let me know cause i loved writing this!!!! or dont and ill write it anyways LMAOOOOOO 

You sat on the bed in one of the many bedrooms of the Little Palace, sighing softly. Your newly ordained Sun Saint was wandering about the ballroom meeting nobles from all across Ravka, and you were sitting here. Waiting. For nobody but her. 

It’s not like she knew you were here, of course. The Darkling learned quickly of how fondly Alina spoke of you and saw to it your arrival to the Little Palace was swift and all necessary measures were taken to make sure nobody in your town spoke of it. You crossed a leg over the other as you waited, picking at the lace adorning your body. You hadn’t seen your Alya in so long and you were very quickly becoming impatient. At this point you were going to walk into that ballroom, scantily clad as you were, and take your Alina away from everyone else yourself. Tuck her away into a corner of the world where no one could ever find her or hurt her and you had her all to yourself. 

Your little sunshine. That’s what you had called her for years. It was from how you first met her. Sat there in the golden rays of high noon, beams of light surrounding her in a soft halo. You melted then and there, knowing you would have gone to the ends of the Earth for your golden girl. And now she was everybody else's sunshine too. 

A single world snapped you out of your nostalgic haze. 

‘’Y/N?’’ Alina stopped at the door of her room, seeing you upon the bed. 

You brought a leg up to rest at the end. ‘’Hey sunshine girl,’’ you grinned, staring at her from the bed, ‘’long time no see.’’ 

‘’Well, I-’’ she stuttered as she looked at you, ‘’you’re here.’’ 

‘’Where else would I be, Alya?”’ 

She walked forward then, the door shutting behind her with a soft click. It took everything in her to not look at the clothes you were wearing. (Or lack thereof). The sun poured in through the window, shimmering off the gold thread of her kefta. Your golden girl, back to you at last. 

‘’Is something the matter, Lina?’’ you questioned then, as she made no effort to move from the door behind her. She gulped as you walked forwards, sauntering with all the intent of a predator about to catch their prey. 

‘’You’re wearing, well,’’ she gulped, looking at anything but you, ‘’well that, I suppose.’’ 

‘’Oh this old thing?’’ you chirped, not failing to hide the sultry tone in your voice, ‘’your little Darkling thought you deserved a reward for all your good work, and you allegedly never shut up about me to your tailor friend.’’ 

You grinned down at her as you took her chin between your thumb and finger, turning her head to look at you. 

‘’You can look if you want, golden girl, I know how you feel now.’’ 

‘’Genya told you?’’  

‘’She told me everything.’’ 

She looked down at you then, the golden lace and chiffon adorning your body. A golden prize for a golden girl, you thought with a smug grin. She placed a gentle hand upon your waist, curving upwards to the base of your breasts. You sucked in a breath as she traced the swell of your bosom, a small smile gracing her lips. 

‘’I never said you could touch the art, sunshine.’’ 

‘’You always let me when we were small.’’ 

‘’We’re not small anymore, are we?’’ you grinned, ‘’or at least I’m not.’’ 

She pouted then, before a cheshire cat smile graced her features. She walked you forwards until your knees hit the side of the bed. You could only think to peer up at her as she gently pushed you down, stunned by her sudden burst of confidence. 

‘’For what it's worth, my moon, I’m not that short, but I don’t doubt you’ll ignore that.’’ 

You were so overcome with lust from seeing her once more you could only think to peel off the layers shielding her from you, from her kefta down to her undergarments. She smiled as she laid bare on top of you, twirling lace between her thumb and forefinger. You brought her head down to meet yours then, meeting her in a passionate kiss. Her tongue pleaded for entrance and you accepted her proposal willingly, your tongues dancing around one another as your hands moved down to grasp her bare ass. She moaned into the kiss, fingers threading through your hair. 

You brought one hand around then, going down to circle her clit. Her eyes blew wide with lust, arching her back slightly. 

‘’Sweet girl,’’ Alina all but panted as you let a finger enter her hole, your foreheads knocking softly as she steadied herself. Another finger joined the other then, curling within her before retreating and reentering. She rolled her hips over your hand, back arching as she sat up, all but towering over you. Ironic. You doubled your efforts as she gasped when your thumb met her clit, grinding against your hand. With one swift motion you flipped her, your fingers repetitively curling within her before retreating her sopping hole and reentering. She moaned below you, hands scratching at your arms to ground herself from euphoria. She came with a loud cry below you, juices leaking steadily out of her. You did not cease your ministrations however, replacing your fingers with your tongue as you moved down to lick up her juices. She moaned loudly, back arching beneath you. You rolled her hips against your tongue to increase her pleasure, and all she could think to do was tug at your hair. 

Alina had lost count of how many times she had come before she all but peeled you off her, juices leaking down the front of your mouth and chin. You smiled up at her from between your thighs, your usual smirk donning your features. 

She pulled you up before making you straddle her. That strength is new, you pondered, probably Grisha training. You did not have time to think further before she was pulling you forward, your wet cunt grazing her lips. Before you could ask whether what was about to happen was okay with Alina, she pulled you down and her tongue darted around your cunt, licking a stripe from cunt to clit. You moaned loudly, fingers finding their way to Alina’s hair. 

‘’Sunshine girl,’’ you all but panted, ‘’fucking hell.’’ 

She doubled her efforts below you as you grinded against her, moaning wildly. She groaned into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. Making your golden girl reach her peak so many times had worked you up so much it did not take long for you to come. Alina seemed to want to return the favour however, and made you peak countless times before you finally lifted yourself off of her, the bed making a dull ‘thump’ as you lay yourself beside her. You caressed her cheek then, a soft smile gracing your wet lips. 

‘’I missed you,’’ Alina said then, bringing her forehead forward to touch yours. 

‘’I missed you too, golden girl.’’ Yeah, you thought then, ends of the Earth indeed.

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''silk.''

kinktober ‘22 day 12: blindfolds

pairing: boromir x reader 

Summary: boromir has you blindfolded thats literally it 

warnings: afab!reader, blindfolds lol, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, 

word count: 224 (its so short im sorry boromir girlies i had to get something posted) 

a/n: gotta love seen been 

Overwhelmed. That’s all you could feel at the moment. Your other senses had dialled up to 100 when Boromir blindfolded you, his touch lingering every time he moved his hand. The sensation was too much and not enough all at once as his tongue darted around your cunt, his thumb rubbing your clit in a circular motion. You’d lost track of how many times you had come what felt like hours ago, though you couldn’t be sure how long it had been at all. 

‘’You’re doing so well,’’ he hummed, the vibration rolling up into your core, ‘’just one more and I’ll take the blindfold off, hm?’’ 

You moaned as his tongue reentered your sopping hole, your juices from your past climaxes steadily leaking out of you. Boromir moved the hand not rubbing your clit up your front, fondling your breasts and rolling your nipples. You reached your peak quickly from your overstimulation. Boromir moved his hands behind your head to untie the silk covering your eyes, grinning down at you as you blinked up at him. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before moving his lips to the shell of your ear. 

‘’I want to be inside you, is that okay?’’ Boromir asked, confirming you weren’t too overwhelmed. You nodded fervently as he smiled. You were never too overwhelmed for him.

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''i want to see it.''

kinktober ‘22 day 10: voyeurism 

pairing: marlene mckinnon x reader

summary: marlene watches you masturbate. that’s literally it it’s shameless smut and i am not sorry 

warnings: afab!reader, consensual voyeur, both reader and marlene are over the age of 18 dw, ur probs like 20, masturbation (f), lowkey overstim, kinda dom/sub (dom!marlene), aftercare is once again our friend

word count: 437

a/n: i lowkey love this so i might make a full fic of it LMAOOOOOO 

Marlene grinned, watching you writhe on your shared bed as your fingers moved in and out of your seeping hole. Your cheeks were flushed red, your mouth parted in a small ‘o’ as you massaged your clit with your thumb, your middle and ring finger moving in and out of your cunt. You had lost count of how many times you had come, unsure what the overwhelming bliss moving over you counted as. Your back arched as you came, a blissful sigh escaping your mouth as you stopped your ministrations. You moved to get up, but before you could Marlene grabbed you by the wrists, pinning you back against the bed. 

She tutted, her grin never wavering, ‘’I want to see you come again.’’ 

‘’But I-’’

‘’No buts, sweetheart. I want to see it.’’ 

Marlene let go of your wrists, her fingers moving to graze your bare waist. Your fingers pinched and rolled your bare nipples, your other hand circling your clit as Marlene sat up and watched you from the end of the bed. Her own hand moved to unbutton her trousers as she watched you moan from your fingers entering your leaking entrance. She hummed as her fingers entered her own hole, her eyes hooded and glazed with lust as she gazed upon you. Your previous overstimulation meant it did not take long for you to end up on the edge of bliss again, your back arching as you moaned loudly. Your hips bucked erratically as you fingered yourself, Marlene’s own pace speeding up as she bucked into her hand. You came with a cry, your bed sheets wet with your juices from your repeated orgasms. Marlene’s fingers exited her hole before peeling her trousers off, moving to straddle your face. Your tongue darted out on impulse, entering her cunt with a squelch. She rolled her hips atop you before lifting up her hips and pushing back down again, moaning loudly. Her movements became erratic before she came with a groan, running her fingers through your hair, small ‘thank yous’ and ‘you did so well for me’ coming out of her mouth. She peeled off of you before picking you up and carrying you into your ensuite bathroom, placing you on the counter and turning on the taps on the bathtub. She rubbed your thighs with her thumbs soothingly, kissing your jaw and neck as the bath filled with warm water. Marlene helped you in before getting in herself and placing herself behind you, rubbing your back as you sat, a content sigh exiting your mouth. She always knew how to take care of you. 

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‘’do whatever you want.’’

kinktober ‘22 day 8: bondage 

pairing: aragorn x reader

summary: you and aragorn decide to mimic a hostage situation as a training manoeuvre, but when you go to claim your prize you find aragorn tied up so much better

warnings: afab!reader, Smut with a capital S, idiots in love, barely any plot to be honest i just wanted to get my mans tied up, the other rangers are there but like for 3 seconds, literally nameless, kind of established relationship??? there isn’t any titles or anything but you’ve got pet names for each other n shit, a criminal amount of commas as per usual, oral (m!receiving), unprotected PiV (wrap it before you tap it lovelies), more plot than porn im sorry homies, aftercare is our friend not our foe!!! but this is a forest hideout with no resources so you don’t get very clean AJSJJSJSS

word count: 1201

a/n: sorry i posted so late girlypops ANYWAYS I LOVE U BYE 

You ran quickly, heart pounding through your chest. Ducking under branches and twigs snapping beneath your feet, you grinned, knowing you had claimed your prize. Aragorn. The great Strider himself, putty beneath your gentle hands. You continued running, climbing a tree quickly and slowing your breath, you watched with a devious smile as the other rangers continued onward to search for you on their hunt. You had won. 

You jumped down gracefully, heading for your hideout, covering tracks as you went. You entered the makeshift hideout, door shutting behind you with a soft ‘click’. There he was. You had captured him earlier in the practice, knocking him out and carrying him over your shoulder to your base. You had been careful tying him up, blindfolding him, making sure each rope bound around him was tight enough so he couldn’t escape but loose enough it didn’t hurt. Not that he couldn’t take it, of course, it was just training so you didn’t want to risk it. 

He stirred beneath you, consciousness slowly but surely returning to Aragorn as he sat, legs folded below him. He grunted slightly as he shifted, a small frown gracing his lips as he realised what happened. You won. He lost. What hell had he just been transferred to? 

Smirking, you lifted the blindfold off of his face, his blue eyes blinking up at yours. 

‘’Good morning sunshine!’’ you spoke, eyes alight with glee, ‘’how was your beauty sleep?’’ 

‘’Hilarious.’’ Aragorn grunted back at you. 

‘’I know I am, thank you very much.’’ 

‘’Let me out,’’ Aragorn half-pleaded, barely bothering to look solemn, ‘’you know I won’t leave.’’ 

‘’Funny that, considering it’s bollocks.’’ 

Aragorn stared at you. He shifted in his bonds, attempting to loosen the knots. Damn you for listening when you learnt knots during hunting practice. Your mirth only grew when you noticed his struggle, utter joy painting your features. He ignored the part of him that alighted with joy when he noticed yours from his predicament. You placed a thumb and forefinger on his chin, turning his face to stare into yours. You hummed, a pondering look gracing you. 

‘’You know,’’ you began, the sultry tone inseparable from your voice, ‘’it will be at least a few hours until the other Rangers find us, I’m sure of it.’’ 

‘’And nothing you want will happen until you loosen my bonds, love.’’ Aragorn quipped back, attempting to plead with you. 

You laughed, doubling over. ‘’You know every time you ask me to untie you it makes me want to do it less, darling.’’ 

You dropped suddenly, perching yourself on his lap. You brought your mouth to his ear, whispering gently. ‘’And I must be honest, you’re just so vulnerable like this. It cannot deny the way it tempts me.’’ 

Aragorn muttered, his face turned away from you, shivering slightly from your breath on his skin. 

‘’What was that?’’ 

‘’Do whatever you want.’’ 

You grinned then, the corners of your lips practically reaching your eyes. You kissed him, darting your tongue out, asking for entrance. Aragorn opened his mouth willingly, letting you enter him. You moved your mouth downwards, curving along his jaw and down his neck, biting him and licking over the marks slowly forming on him. You peeled off the underclothes you left him in when you tied him up as you moved your mouth further down, making sure not to jostle Aragorn’s bonds as you went. It wasn’t until he found himself fully bare in front of you that he opened his eyes, seeing you grinning in front of him. 

‘’I want to touch you, my love.’’ 

‘’That’s a shame,’’ you smiled back at him, ‘’all things considered.’’

You ran your finger over his slit then, gathering the precum at the tip and moving your finger downward. Aragorn sucked in a breath as you leaned down to lick the prominent vein running up his cock. He groaned as you went down on him, desperate to touch you, for friction, for anything. He thrusted into you, his cock hitting the back of your throat again and again and again. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes but you persevered, concentrating on sending Aragorn into overstimulation, all your focus being placed on his erect cock and nowhere else. Aragorn came with a cry as his thrusts became more erratic, pushing up into you a few more times as he emptied in your mouth. You lifted yourself off him then, licking your lips and grinning. Aragorn stared up at you, wanting so desperately to return the favour, knowing you would not yield and you would likely keep him in these bonds for the next week if it pleased you. It would likely please him, too, to see you so happy. Not that he’d admit he’d be willing to bring his demise forth for your pleasure, no, but it was true all the same. 

You stood up to take off your clothes, slowly unclasping every button and peeling off your trousers achingly slowly. You saw the pain in his eyes, the desperation, as he shifted in front of you, longing to touch you as you did him. 

‘’I want you, love.’’ 

You stared down at him, humming slightly. ‘’I suppose you’ll get me today, but do not think I will be as kind next time.’’ 

‘’Next time?’’ 

You quirked a brow then, smirking. ‘’I wasn’t the one moaning in my bonds not 5 minutes ago.’’ you said, staring at his leaking cock. 

He could only nod in agreement. Before he had a chance to further plead for you, you lined yourself up with his cock and slammed down, moaning as he entered you. You clamped around him as he filled you, before you rolled your hips. Aragorn grunted beneath you as you lifted your hips up and slammed back down, once then twice then three times. You fell into a steady rhythm, your pants and moans the only sound filling the still air. As you pushed down again, Aragorn pushed his hips up to meet you. You groaned as he hit your g-spot. You both sped up, Aragorn pushing up as you pushed down. You reached down between you to rub your clit, rolling your button between your fingers. You came then, leaking onto his cock. Aragorn’s thrusts sped up, his pace erratic, his breaths filling the air. He filled you, white stripes painting your insides. He thrust a few more times before stilling, you lifting yourself off him. 

You smiled at him then, loosening his bonds and letting him free. He rubbed the red marks lining his wrist before grinning back at you. You placed a gentle kiss on each wrist before he brought you to his mouth. You hummed into him, tongues battling for dominance. He placed a kiss to your jaw and matching kisses behind each ear before staring at you. 

‘’This turned out better than we both hoped, hm?’’ you laughed with him, before standing up and extending a hand. 

You led him to the river nearby, bathing and cleaning each other off. You went back to your hideout and got dressed before sitting on the makeshift seating, grinning at each other. Better indeed. 

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I mean given that the prompt for the 25 is Quickie, how am I supposed to not request the great Quicksilver himself, Peter Maximoff?

HELL YEAHHHHHHH

on it b i got you

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‘’you liked it?’’ 

kinktober ‘22 day 6: impact play

pairing: legolas x reader 

summary: you and legolas are sparring due to a bet when you accidentally fail to pull one of your punches. legolas starts acting weird, and when you confront him, well you know what happens AJSJSJ this is kinktober bitch 

warnings: afab!reader, terribly written sparring im so sorry, it isn’t long though don’t worry, only like a paragraph, y/n is an absolute TEASE, legolas doesnt know how healthy communication works season 41 episode 62, a sad amount of commas as per usual, i apologise for nothing, i’m not really someone that reads a lot with impact in it so i apologise if this is poorly written ASJSJJSJS, lowkey dom!sub vibes but only briefly, handjob (m!receiving)

word count: 719 

a/n: i gotta say im a gigolas bitch so writing a legolas x reader was WILD oh well sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do 

sindarin (please let me know if it’s wrong): 

meleth nîn: my love 

melethrilen: my beloved 

miluis: lovely one 

You dodged swiftly, turning and kicking at his upper thigh. He dodged in turn, throwing a punch to your stomach. You hit him, curling a leg around his shin and leaning forward, Legolas fell onto his back. 30 minutes. 30 minutes you had been sparring for, and for 30 minutes you have been suffering, bruises starting to form along your shoulders and back. Fuck the effiency of elves. Noticing your momentary distraction, and the way your shoulders sagged in relief as you finally won, Legolas pulled you on top of him before flipping you over. 

You narrowed your eyes. Instead of giving up however, you locked your legs around his hips and pushed yourself upwards, flipping him onto his back. You straddled him, retracting your arm before slapping him, a red mark quickly forming in its place. You must admit, that was a bit unnecessary, you could’ve been a bit gentler. But you had been sparring for well over 2 hours, your latest round starting not half an hour ago, and you decided you wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face. 

Instead of trying to fight back, Legolas just laid there, staring at you. 

‘’I win,’’ you grinned, your eyes alight with mirth, ‘’2 out of 3, so I win. You must now do as I say for the next week, oh great prince, I hope you treat it like the honour you know it is.’’ 

You paused your victory speech when you noticed Legolas still hadn’t said anything. No quip, no snarky comment, no complaint about being your servant for the next week. Nothing. 

‘’Legolas?’’ You questioned. 

Legolas’ brows furrowed. 

‘’Are you okay?’’ 

‘’Meleth nîn,’’ he all but breathed, eyes dark, ‘’I think it is safe to say you won.’’ 

‘’Well obviously, dear, I just said that.’’ you attempted to jest, all but failing to hide your frown.

 ‘’What is the matter, my love?’’ you pressured, hands cupping his cheeks, ‘’something plagues you. If it genuinely bothers you about this agreement or you are worried what I may do I will forget this bet ever happened.’’ 

‘’It is not that, miluis,’’ Legolas said, kissing your wrist, ‘’It is not that at all.’’

‘’Then what is it?’’ 

Legolas turned his head, blush rising to his cheeks. Whatever it was clearly embarrassed him. You thought back to the past few hours, wondering what could ail him so. It wasn’t until you hit him that he started seeming quiet. 

‘’Are you upset I hit you? I apologise, my darling, if I hurt you.’’ 

‘’It did not affect me as you thought it had, meleth.’’ 

‘’Then what could possibly-’’ Oh. Oh. This is dangerous, you thought, with an internal grin. 

‘’Legolas,’’ you hummed, failing to hide your sultry tone, ‘’did you enjoy that hit?” 

His rising blush proved your theory. And here you were thinking elves never blush like that. Perfect little princes never blush like that. 

You placed your index finger under his chin and titled him to look at you. 

‘’It is only you that elicits a reaction like that, my starlight.’’ 

You grinned, rolling your hips as Legolas sucked in a breath. 

‘’My darling prince,’’ you purred, ‘’would you like me to do it again?’’ 

Legolas stared at you, mouth agape at your question. He didn’t think you wouldn’t mind. You grabbed his jaw harshly when he didn’t answer. ‘’Tell me, Legolas.’’ He nodded frantically. ‘’With. Words.’’ 

‘’Yes please, meleth nîn.’’ 

You smiled, before slapping him across his other cheek, placing a soft kiss where red began to blossom beneath it. Legolas groaned lightly beneath you. 

Your hands slid beneath his trousers before gripping him harshly, almost tugging at him. Legolas moaned, his hands gripping your hips, all but writhing under you. You flipped so that you lay under him, your hand still down his trousers as he groaned above you. You pulled his trousers down before slapping his ass. A harsh ‘crack’ sound filled the air as skin met skin, and all Legolas could think to do was kiss you before cumming into your hand. You melted into the kiss as you pulled your hand away, before half-heartedly pulling his trousers back up. 

‘’I think we shall continue this in our quarters, my prince.’’ you beamed up at him. 

‘’I think we shall indeed, melethrilen.’’

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YOOOOO my lovelies if you wanna see any particular character for one of the days of kinktober send in a request!!!

i'll do pretty much any characters on my masterlists but if theres any you can think of that arent there feel free to request it anyways and ill see what i can do!!! <3

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we've just about fallen into a rhythm so uploads shouldn't be so chaotic :)

im also working on requests currently but it's a bit slow since im working on kinktober fics

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‘’you’re doing so well.’’

kinktober ‘22 day 4: praise 

pairing: frank castle x reader

summary: y/n has a mean blowjob game. thats it

warnings: afab!reader, shameless smut but i think you guessed that, oral (m!receiving, implications of f!receiving), an excessive use of commas, y/ns got that gluck gluck 3000 spin cycle 3

word count: 284 (this is so short im sorry frank girlies) 

a/n: i was about to say sorry for this but you know what? the only thing im sorry for is it not being longer

Frank grunted, thrusting into your mouth steadily. Sometimes that hidden restraint he possessed came in handy, you thought as you licked round his cock. He groaned when he hit the back of your throat after a particularly hard thrust. 

‘’You’re doing so well,’’ he panted, his chest heaving above you as you fondled his balls, his fingers weaving through your hair, ‘’so, so well.’’ You moaned into his cock, doubling your efforts to please him at the sound of Frank’s praise. Frank tensed, the vibrations of your sound sending him further to the edge of bliss. ‘’I’m not gonna hold back, sugar, is that okay? I know you can do it.’’ You slid your mouth off temporarily to shoot out a quick ‘yes’ before returning to your ministrations. Frank thrust into your mouth erratically, moaning as you hollowed out your cheeks. Tears formed in your eyes, but you resisted the urge to gag for the sake of Frank’s pleasure. You grinded against the mattress as Frank sung your praises, attempting to seek out your own pleasure as you gave Frank his. 

Frank came with a groan, spilling his seed in your mouth as you pulled off him gently. You licked him clean, grinned up at him from your spot on the bed. He took his thumb and wiped it against the corner of your lips before placing it in your mouth, letting you lick it clean. 

‘’You did so good for me, baby, I think you deserve a reward.’’ You nodded, climbing on top of him before taking him into a deep kiss. You groaned into his mouth. Lets see if that restraint comes in handy again, you thought internally, smiling into his kiss. 

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‘’beg for it.’’

kinktober ‘22 day 2: dom/sub

pairing: thorin oakenshield x reader (no y/n)

summary: thorin had a very terrible, no good, absolutely horrible day and all he wants is to be in you. you don’t allow him that reward until he earns it, however.

warnings: smut smut smut, also an ambiguous amount of teasing, afab!reader, femme titles (my queen, wife, etc), sub!thorin is best thorin, cunnilingus, face sitting, unprotective PiV (wrap it before you tap it kids), can you tell i’m trying and failing to be serious, aftercare our friend not our foe (briefly mentioned but aftercare is important gang!!!)

word count: 1847

a/n: KINKTOBER 22 BABEY!!!! sorry for posting this so late i may have forgotten what the gregorian calendar was <3 anyways love u i hope you enjoy the fic!!! i must admit its more soft!dom reader than but oh well we slay it fits the narrative

khuzdul:

amrâlimê: my love

ghivashel: treasure of all treasures

dushin-mizim: dark jewel

âzyungel: love of loves

khajimel: gift of all gifts

To say Thorin was tired would be an understatement. Well not tired, per se, but absolutely ready to confine himself to his chambers for the rest of eternity absolutely. And quite luckily for him (and even luckier for the rest of the kingdom), his duties for the day were done so nobody - except for his unassuming wife - would have to bear witness to his grovelling for the rest of the evening. 

And that was precisely what was about to happen. You were just trying to enjoy some light reading. You were about to try even harder as your husband unceremoniously threw himself on the bed beside you, his crown digging into your thigh as he hugged it like a child and their favourite toy. 

‘’Good evening to you too, husband.’’ 

A small ‘hmph’ was all you got in return, as Thorin dug himself further into your side. 

‘’The least you could do is bother to take your boots off, you big oaf.’’ Patting his head, you pushed him so you could look into his eyes. A half smirk graced his face, as his fingers rubbed circles into your thigh. He leaned up, barely hanging over the bed enough so he could take off his boots as you turned back to your reading. You were too focused on your book to notice the glimmer in his eye and the grin that adorned him as he took off his crown and stripped to his undergarments. It wasn’t until you felt a weight lift from the bed that you looked up to see him taking off his final layer, grinning at you the entire time. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your reading, ignoring the heat forming in your core. Thorin crawled across your king-sized bed (pun intended) and settled behind you, tucking his arms across your stomach and legs sat parallel to your own. He nuzzled your neck as you flipped a page, kissing and licking the divet between your throat and shoulder. You leaned your head back as you continued reading, attempting to focus on your novel as opposed to your husband’s affection. It wasn’t until you felt his teeth sink into your jugular that you bothered to acknowledge him. 

‘’Can I help you, Thorin?’’ you turned your head, raising an eyebrow as he stared at you. 

He hummed, nose nudging against your own, ‘’You look stunning.’’ 

You briefly looked down to your night shift and robe, before turning again to your king and love. ‘’That doesn’t answer my question, amrâlimê.’’

Thorin’s lips grazed against your own, his breath fanning your face. You smirked, turning back around. ‘’Well, you clearly don’t want to answer me,’’ you stated, turning back to your reading, ‘’so you clearly don’t deserve what may come with an answer.’’ 

You could practically feel Thorin’s pout pressing into the back of your head. ‘’My Queen, you wound me.’’ he murmured into your ear, ‘’I may have said you look stunning, but I suppose the word I was truly looking for was ravishing. You are a constant temptation.’’ And here you were all this time thinking he was as good with words as he was direction. Instead of reacting to his words however, you decided the best plan of action was to simply ignore him. He had his moment to speak up, and he was too late. Your husband simply brushed off your ignorance however, and immediately doubled his previous efforts of kissing your neck. Biting and licking over the marks he made, he gently guided a solemn hand down your front, tantalisingly slow. More like annoyingly slow, you thought with an internal sigh. Before he could reach ‘the most precious jewel of Erebor’ as he liked to call it (worst name ever, by the way), you placed your own hand upon his own and forced him to stop. ‘’Dushin-mizim,’’ the Khuzdul words dripping off your tongue, ‘’if you want me so bad, beg for it.’’ 

You hadn’t meant anything by it really, Thorin was always the type to lead in bed and you never really minded, but something came over you and you just felt like being an absolute bitch. Thorin halted his ministrations against your neck, and for a moment everything stopped, the only sound filling the room was your joint heavy breathing. Before you could ask what Thorin was thinking however, he had fallen to the floor and knelt before the bed, moving you so you sat in front of him. 

‘’My Queen, my wife, my âzyungel,’’ Thorin pleaded, staring at you with lustful eyes, ‘’let me please you as you know I can. I care not for my own satisfaction, only your own.’’ 

You quirked a brow, gently spreading your legs. ‘’Oh really?’’ You hummed, a smirk gracing your face, ‘’prove it.’’ 

Thorin needed no further instruction, pulling your legs forward as he ripped off your clothes. He stood up briefly to press a kiss to your lips, before making a descent down your body, worshipping every part of it. He kissed and bit every inch of your form, from your neck down to your ankles. He worked his way back up your legs, slowing his movements slightly as he reached your inner thighs, paying extra attention to the skin around your sex. You hummed, the sound acting as motivation to Thorin as he doubled his efforts. He placed one final kiss to your bud, before gliding his tongue directly down the middle of your pussy, clit to entrance. You moaned, your legs parting further to allow your husband easy access. Thorin took you in his mouth, ravishing you like a starved man, his nails digging into your thighs as he took you. Thorin moved upwards, his lips reaching for your bud, rolling it between his teeth as his fingers entered your leaking hole. He exited briefly to taste your juices. You gripped his wrist as he looked at you with wide eyes. ‘’Did I tell you to stop?’’ He shook his head, apologising profusely before his fingers re-entered your hole. You thought you heard a brief My Queen and Ma’am in there as he begged for forgiveness, but that was a thought to linger on another day. Your back arched as his fingers curled, and the heat in your core built and built until you felt yourself on the precipice of bliss itself. You came, moaning loudly, riding his face as you came down from your high. You were immediately forced back into arousal however, as Thorin doubled his efforts of pleasure. Picking you up and laying on his back so you sat on his face. His tongue darted around your pussy, before stopping at your hole. He entered you with a gasp on your part, before you started riding him. You briefly worried about smothering him, but Thorin’s intense grip on your thighs halted that thought before it had time to cement itself in your mind. 

You began riding him, panting as you went. ‘’You’re doing so well, ghivashel.’’ you moaned as you felt yourself on the edge of bliss once again. Thorin moaned into your pussy, the vibrations being enough to push you over the edge of pleasure once more. It wasn’t until you forced Thorin to stop that he exited your sopping hole, looking at you with lust blown eyes, his beard wet with your juices. You lifted yourself off him, moving back to sit on his lap. It became very obvious very quickly that he enjoyed that just as much as you did, as his member prodded against your front. ‘’You did so good, my love,’’ you smiled down at him, kissing him as softly as though you hadn’t just been riding his face more harsh than the winter cold. Your kiss quickly turned passionate however, as your tongue prodded against his lips, being granted an easy entrance before your tongues battled for dominance. You grinded against him as he moaned against your mouth. You parted your lips with him briefly, staring down at him with a smile. Thorin looked at you with brief confusion, but before he could speak you did. ‘’Amrâlimê,’’ you grinned, looking down at him, ‘’you did so well, I feel like I should give you a reward. Do you want that?’’ Your husband nodded frantically, his hands caressing your body, unsure what you wanted from him. Your fingers went to your mound, coating them in your juices before curling them around his cock. Thorin let out a guttural moan, hands flying to your hips for support. You slid your hands up and down a few times to coat his cock, before you lifted your hips and slammed down on him. You both moaned out, your groans and pants filling the air. Before Thorin could recover from this all too familiar sensation, however, you lifted yourself up before slamming down again, and started bouncing up and down on his cock rhythmically. Your hands went to his hair, tugging the salt and pepper strands harshly, making him cry out. He let you control him completely, and you enjoyed every second of it, milking every sound you could from him. Your pace sped up as heat built up in your core, your movements become more frantic and jagged. You both came with a scream, overwhelmed with bliss, him filling you with a cry. You pulled off him half-heartedly, his and your juices leaking out of you. You flopped next to him, not unlike when he first got back to your chambers.

You grinned at each other, a small chuckle escaping your husband’s lips. 

‘’Care to explain where that attitude came from, khajimel?’’ Thorin asked you, his arms curling around your side. 

‘’That attitude has always been there and you know it, and you clearly didn’t mind it not 2 minutes ago.’’ Thorin huffed as his forehead pressed against your collarbone. 

‘’Thorin,’’ you hummed, a small smile gracing your lips, ‘’I think you and I need a bath.’’ He nodded, going to get up and turn on the taps in the adjoining room. Before he could, however, you whined at him, your arms going up and grabbing for him a few times. He chuckled, picking you up with ease, and carried you to the tub. 

It wasn’t until you had both curled up in each other’s arms later that night that Thorin thought back on your words. He supposed he did like that attitude after all, and he had no doubt in his mind that it would likely come back to haunt him. He concluded many years ago that he would do anything for you, likely cast hook and bait into the sky to catch the moon if you asked, and he supposed your intimate moments shouldn’t be any different. And he did not find it arousing at all, thank you very much. (The only worse lie he told before that was when he lied about your feelings for you). He leaned into you, his last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep the sound of your breathing and the small smile on your lips. 

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grovelling thorin is the best thorin bye 🏃 if hes not lowkey a sub i dont want him!!!!

Whilst On Your Knees

Thorin (The Hobbit) x Fem!Reader

Summary: The reader and Thorin get into an argument before the reader storms off to the armory to blow off some steam. Thorin follows her there, sexy times ensue.

Inspired by this imagine found at @thereandbackagainimagines

Word Count: 1,733

Warnings: MATURE 18+. MINORS - DO NOT INTERACT. Implied argument, cunnilingus.

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Bebother and confusticate that Dwarf!

Fuming, you slam the massive wooden door to your bedroom shut, leaving an infuriating Thorin in bed to grumble to himself while you storm through the hallway, into the sitting room, and out the door of your shared quarters. This door slams, too, echoing along the stone walls of the otherwise silent corridor. Your bare feet pad along the chilly floor, but you pay it no notice as Thorin’s words resound in your mind.

“Why are you being so difficult?” he had snarled not two minutes ago during a discussion about policy with the Elves; you are the queen after all, why should you not have a say in regards to foreign relations? Not to mention, queen or not, your temper isn’t nearly as mercurial as his, making you far more suited to dealing with Thranduil than him.

Luckily you hadn’t said that to his face. Mahal knows how that would’ve transpired.

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