#Kinktober2019

[domripley]

Earn It

Pairing: CarolNat

Prompt: Begging - Kinktober2019

Warnings/Tags: Dom Natasha, Sub Carol, Sugar Mommy Natasha

“Nat, please!” Carol whined, tugging on the binds that have held her in place for a good twenty minutes. Natasha had set this game up for the whole night, and of course, Carol was willing to play.

“Too busy looking at your Amazon wishlist, Princess. Wanna buy you everything, but you have to be a good girl for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Mommy.” she squeaked, hoping Natasha wouldn’t take much longer.

Adding five things to her cart, Natasha turned back to Carol. She was quick to move back onto the bed, and between the younger woman’s legs. Carol was still soaked from her first orgasm of the night, and now she was ready for whatever Natasha decided on giving her. “Ten spanks to your pretty pussy, and if you behave, I’ll add five more things to the cart. Understand?”

When Carol hummed in agreement, Natasha trailed her hand up to her pussy at a slow pace. Making sure that she was on the edge. Finally bringing her hand down onto her soaked cunt, Carol let out a cry. “Count princess, every time you mess up, I restart.”

Natasha watched as Carol tried to get her words out fast enough. “One!” she whined, trying to wiggle out of her restraints, but it was no use. Natasha rubbed at her sensitive pussy, sliding a finger in.

“I love when you whimper, and I love when you whine, but do you want to know what I enjoy the most?” Natasha asked, voice soft as she lazily fingered her.

“W-what would that be?” Carol moaned, trying her best to fuck herself on her finger.

“I love hearing you beg for me, beg me to go faster, or give you more.” Natasha hummed, “Oh? You’re so soaked, and I’ve only been fucking with a single finger.”

Carol whimpered when she pulled out, and slapped her pussy once again. “T-two!” This when on until she got to ten, spanking her, and then teasing her with a single finger. Finally when the tenth spank came, Natasha added two other fingers.

“Oh god. Please-” Carol cut herself with a whine, thrusting her hips up the best she could. She was already close, but needed Natasha’s permission. That was the rule. “Natasha, please, so-so close!” tears forming in her eyes, the redhead smirked.

“Music to my ears,” she cooed, “but you’ve been a good girl. Come for me.”

Carol did just that, coming with a loud whine. Wiggling away once she calmed down, Natasha pulled away. “You’re such a good girl for me, y'know? Doing what you’re told, I’ll buy you everything off that wishlist you made.”

[kingkatsuki]

Kinktober | Day Twenty Five | Squirting | Hawks

Kinda sad I only chose to do Hawks twice for Kinktober. There’s no real plot to this, I’m just trying to get everything out by November, I’m sorry~

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“Wake up, little bird,” Your boyfriends voice subtly pulled you from slumber, his lips gentle against your neck as his fingers brushed along the exposed skin of your thighs. You’d fallen asleep waiting for him to come home again, his work becoming more demanding since he’d taken on this new special task.

“Hawks?” You mumbled, voice laced with sleep as you tried to wake yourself up. Hawks took the opportunity to place his lips against your own in a sultry kiss.

“Hey, beautiful. You waitin’ for me?” Hawks brushed some of the hair out of your eyes as you smiled up at him. You nodded in response as your boyfriend eased your body off the couch, taking you into the bedroom you shared as he brought you to your bed.

“I missed you,” Hawks emphasised, placing sloppy kisses against your neck as his hands trailed under the oversized shirt you were wearing, fingers teasing the thin material of your panties, “been thinkin’ ‘bout you all day,” His lips spoke against your neck.

“Me too,” You mumbled happily, fingers threading through his hair as he began to trace patterns against your panties, dangerously close to your heat.

“What were you thinkin’ about?” Hawks breath was hot against your neck as he waited intently for your response.

“You,”

“Me what?” Hawks grinned, his fingers tugging the panties you wore as your hips shuffled beneath him.

“You touching me,”

“Touching you?” Hawks feigned shock, pulling back from your neck to stare into your eyes, “touching you where, babe?”

“Here,” You rolled your hips as Hawks eyes drifted down to your panties, his observant eyes noticing the wet patch as he brought his fingers up to tease you, stroking along your clothed folds as you writhed beneath him.

“You’re so wet, little bird. Were you thinking about me while I was at work?” You nodded your head, “Naughty girl,”

Hawks didn’t bother removing the oversized shirt you were wearing, instead opting to pull your panties down as he sucked in a breath at the sight of your sopping clit.

“What exactly were you thinking of, babe?” Hawks dragged a finger along your slit, gathering your wetness on the tip before poking it against your tight cunt, feeling you jerk your hips up towards his touch, “tell me.”

“You fucking me,”

“So crude,”  Hawks teased, beginning to pump the tip of his finger in and out of your cunt, “what position?”

“On my hands and knees,” You felt your face heat up at the admission, it was no secret what your fantasies had involved today, but having to say it out loud made a nervous ebb appear in your stomach.

“Ooh, kinky.” Hawks gave you a cheeky smile before his hands moved to your hips, turning you over and presenting your ass to him, “one of my favourites,”

You heard the sound of a belt being undone as you felt the tip of Hawks hard cock dance along your slit, collecting your juices as he pressed the head against your tight hole.

“I can’t believe how wet you are for my already,” Hawks fingers held his girth as he eased himself further inside you. Real life Hawks always felt a million times better than your fantasies, your body quivering as he bottomed inside you. Hawks held on to your hips for a moment, to stop you rutting inside him as he tried to calm his body down. The stress he had been under today was overwhelming and he was ready to take it out on you, but the way your inner walls were clutching his cock was delicious so Hawks was trying his best not to cum prematurely.

Hawks began a slow, steady pace as he jerked his hips into you. The position meant he penetrated you deep, your legs quivering as your boyfriend began to speed up inside you, stretching you out for him.

“You’ve no idea how sexy you are,” Hawks gave a gentle smack to your ass as he continued rutting inside you.

“”H-Hawks, fuck.” Your body trembled as Hawks increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he sought out that special spot inside you with another roll of his hips. The air in the room was hot and heavy, clouding your senses as you tried to control your breathing. This all felt too much, too intense.

“You’re so sexy, babe. Look at you.” Hawks’ kept a steady pace, body rutting into your tight hole, your slick inner walls clenching around his cock with each thrust as you spluttered out obscenities.

Hawks continued pounding his hips into yours at a ruthless pace, balls slapping against your clit as his hands dug into your ass cheeks, pulling them up so he could hit that spot inside you that he knew would drive you wild.

“Fuck, Hawks-” Your hands clutched at the bedsheets, kneading them between your fingers as you felt an unusual sensation creep up on your lower half. The sensation to pee was overwhelming your body as you tried to ignore it, your eyes clenched shut as Hawks’ hips continued rutting into you, the loud slap of skin against skin sounding around the room, your cunt clenching down hard against his cock.

“Keigo,” You screamed, his real name coming from your lips as you let yourself go, the feeling taking over your body as you suddenly felt liquid squirting from your sex, Hawks immediately pulling out of your cunt to rub his hand against your sex, sending your juices flying everywhere.

“That’s it, Baby” Hawks eyes were focused on your cunt, watching the liquid squirt from your body, “That’s it. Squirt all over my fucking fingers.”

Hawks continued his frantic side to side motion against your cunt, making you squeeze your legs together to try and avoid the over-stimulation. Hawks shoved a thigh between your legs, stopping you from closing him off as he began to press two digits inside you, slipping in without any objection thanks to his onslaught on you prior. You trembled, your upper body collapsing on to the bed as Hawks immediately found the spot inside you that had made you squirt everywhere. Calloused fingers teasing the rough skin as you whimpered beneath him, this was all too intense.

Hawks pulled out of you, moving you so you could lie on your back. You felt tired as your eyes slid shut, calming yourself down as you thought your lover was giving you a break, how wrong you were. Your eyes snapped open as two slender fingers moved back inside your cunt, this time facing up as Hawks began a come hither motion, pads of his digits stroking your puffy g-spot, seeking out the same sight he had just witnessed. He wanted to you squirt again.

“Keigo, I can’t,” You whimpered, trying to ease his fingers out of your slick core. Hawks held onto your pelvis with his free hand, his fingers moving down to stroke against your clit as he started pressing the fingers inside you against your g-spot with more vigour, desperate to see you come undone again. This time, with the perfect view of your face. The same feeling was coming over you as you felt the sensation to pee, wiggling your hips against his touch as you tried to stop the sensation from taking over your body but this movement just caused Hawks to press down on your pelvis harder, making the sensation even more intense.

“Don’t fight it, little bird. Just let go,” Hawks eyes were focused on your cunt, desperate to see you release all over him again. His cock stood up, neglected as the head flopped towards his stomach, a generous amount of pre-cum coating the tip.

“Keigo,” You cried out his name as tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you squirted again, your orgasm hurtling through your body as the clear liquid splashed against Hawks hands and cock.

“Holy shit, good girl.” Hawks hands continuing to rub against your body as he helped you ride out your orgasm, your cunt clenching around his fingers still buried inside to the hilt, “You have no idea how sexy you are”

Your eyes were glossy as you stared up at your boyfriend, his fingers slipped from your heat as he gave a quick jerk to his cock, dipping it inside your contracting cunt, feeling you squeeze his girth.

“Let’s see if you’ve got another one for me, little bird,”

[kinktober2023]

Kinktober 2019 Prompt List

1. Deep-Throating | Inflation | Face-Sitting | Masks 2. Ass Worship | Begging | Medical play | Watersports 3. Sensory Deprivation | Temperature Play | Edgeplay | Knife Play 4. Spanking | Mirror Sex | Spit-roasting | Dacryphilia (Crying) 5. Feet | Sadism/Masochism | Feederism | Shotgunning 6. Daddy | Corset | Cock Worship | Biting 7. Praise-kink | Body Swap | Aphrodisiacs | Incest 8. Blood/Gore | Prostitution/Sex Work | Fisting | Hate-fucking/Angry Sex 9. Titfucking | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles) | Bondage | Lingerie 10. Hair-pulling | Waxplay | Micro/Macro | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic) 11. Object Insertion | Sounding | Cross-dressing | Tribadism/Scissoring 12. Licking | Pet Play | Rimming/Analingus | Costume 13. Weight Gain | Distant/Distracted Sex | Gags | Creampie 14. Asphyxiation | Cunnilingus | Distention | Tentacles 15 Forniphilia (Human Furniture) | Overstimulation |Thigh-Fucking/Intercrural sex |Uniforms 16. Nipple Play | Frottage | Body Worship | Sixty-nine 17. Masturbation | Seduction | Collaring | Orgasm Denial 18. Fucking Machine | Latex | Role Reversal | Xenophilia 19. Public | Formal Wear | Straitjacket | Cock-Warming 20. Urophagia | Hot-Dogging | Emeto | Dirty talk 21. Bukakke | Food play | Suspension | Branding 22. Impact Play | Cuckolding | Hand-jobs | Threesome (or more) 23. Scars | Master/Slave | Shibari | Size Difference 24. Pegging | Leather | Lapdances |Shower/Bath 25. Tickling | Scat | Boot Worship | Olfactophilia (Scent) 26. Lactation | Roleplay | Smiles/Laughter | Toys 27. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Degradation | Gun Play | Against a wall 28. Omorashi | Stripping/Striptease | Vore | Humiliation 29. Glory hole | Double (Or more) Penetration | Sleepy Sex | Massage 30. Gagging | Stockings/Tights/Pantyhose | Breast Worship | Swallowing 31. Any combination of the above! Here's an ao3 collection, maybe I'll be back in a year https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Kinktober2019

[rons-kinktober]

Kinktober 2019

I had recently put a poll on my Twitter to see if you guys would want me to use a premade list from someone else, or make my own. The option to make my own list won, so here it is!

The list is heavily inspired by last year's list that I used, but I took a few things out and replaced them with a couple of new kinks!

There's 4 options per day, which means there’s a total of 120 potential prompts to choose from! Just like last year's post, the list was randomized!

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1. Handjobs | Suspension | Distention | Hate-Fucking/Angry Sex

2. Underwear | Sleepy Sex | Fucking Machine | Stripping/Striptease

3. Tentacles | Food Play | Tribadism/Scissoring | Weight Gain

4. Masochism/Sadism | Orgasm Delay/Denial | Feederism | Mirror Sex

5. Monster/Demon Fucking | Impact Play | Temperature Play | Asphyxiation

6. Chastity | Pet Play | Overstimulation | Cross-Dressing

7. Blood/Gore | Gun Play | Inflation | Emeto (Vomit)

8. Prostitution/Sex Work | Sensory Deprivation | Gagging | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

9. Forniphilia (Human Furniture) | Daddy/Mommy | Public | Body Swap

10. Toys | Bondage | Leather | Erotic Dancing (Lap Dancing, Pole Dancing, etc.)

11. Formal Wear | ABDL/Ageplay | Oviposition | Glory Hole

12. Alpha/Beta/Omega | Degradation | Collaring | Cock-Warming

13. Edgeplay | Threesome (or More) | Role Reversal | Cunnilingus

14. Spit-Roasting | Boot Worship | Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Pegging

15. Roleplay | Wedgies | Shotgunning | Micro/Macro

16. Stuck In a Wall | Seduction | Olfactophilia (Scent) | Rimming/Analingus

17. Frottage | Praise Kink | Cock Worship | Object Insertion or Sounding

18. Latex | Straitjacket | Wax-Play | Breast Worship

19. Aphrodisiacs | Double (or More) Penetration | Biting | Uniforms

20. Size Difference | Scat | Dirty Talk | Distant/Distracted Sex

21. Begging | Xenophilia | Lactation | Masturbation

22. Licking | Costumes or Masks | Small Dick Humiliation | Dacryphilia (Crying)

23. Nipple Play | Humiliation | Body Worship | Piss (Watersports, Omorashi, Urophagia, etc.)

24. Intercrural Sex | Vore | Knife Play | Branding

25. Face Sitting | Hair Pulling | Cock and Ball Torture/Ballbusting | Smiles/Laughter

26. Feet | Gags | Bukkake | Ass Worship

27. Spanking | Tickling | Titfucking | Shibari

28. Creampie | Master/Slave | Deep-Throating | Lingerie or Stockings/Tights/Pantyhose

29. Hypnosis | Sthenolagnia (Strength or Muscles) | Cuckholding | Hot-Dogging

30. Sixty-Nine | Medical Play | Fisting | Shower/Bath Sex

31. Free Day

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Note: This isn’t really a formal challenge or anything! You can switch out any kinks you'd like to fit your own personal interests. And you don't have to do every single day, either! Some of you might be picky and only choose your favorites, and that's okay! There is no deadline either, so feel free to take your time with the prompts.

So with that being said: have fun and produce some filthy things in October of 2019!

[riotwritesthings]

Kinktober 2019 Day 24

Lap Dances AND winter soldier bucky and "i need money for uni" stripper tony. 'nouf said” (- @tcnystcnks)

WinterIron, M, Drabble | AO3

Adi. I don’t know if this is what you wanted. I don’t know if this what anyone wanted. But here it is. Enjoy?

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The Asset is being chased. His mission is complete, and his pursuers haven't seen him yet. Only his shadow. That's all they'll see.

He turns down another alley and slips through a propped open door. Steps into a room that's loud, dimly lit, and incredibly smoky. The crowd is thick, and without his usual tac gear The Asset has no problem blending in. He finds an empty seat in a dark corner and prepares to wait. He watches the crowd.

The man who approaches him is young, barely a man at all. His skin glows golden under the colored lights, barely wrapped in delicate black silk. A lot of the crowd is barely dressed. The Asset knows about strip clubs, in theory. In practice he finds them very odd.

"Hey lonesome, you want some company?" the boy asks. His pink lips are curved in a grin. His warm brown eyes are clever, too clever. Like he sees too much. The Asset's instincts scream at him that this young man is trouble. A small voice at the back of the Asset's brain whispers 'the best kind.'

The Asset doesn't want to stand out. He digs some loose bills out of his pocket.

"Strong, silent type, huh?" the boy asks. His smirk grows. "I can work with that." He shifts his weight, pops his hip out enticingly. His skin stretches smooth over wiry muscles. Tiny silk underwear barely protect him from hungry eyes.

There's something wrong with The Asset’s throat. And his chest. He doesn't want to stand out.

He reaches out his hand, flesh and bone, tucks the money into the thin fabric over the boy’s hip. His hand is shaking. The boy’s skin is warm and so, so soft. The Asset freezes. The boy smirks.

“I’ll take care of you, handsome,” the boy says. His voice is wicked. He puts his hands on The Asset’s chest and leans in close. He smells like smoke and sweat, expensive cologne. And under that, machine oil and old books.

It's a contradiction. A mystery. The Asset isn't supposed to care about questions but he wants to know more. The boy's eyes are too clever. His fingers are calloused, catching on The Asset's shirt. He presses closer, slides nearly into the Asset's lap. Rolls all that golden skin and smooth muscle down against him.

He's so horribly, wonderfully warm. The Asset hasn't felt warm in so long. The music is too loud. He can still hearthe boy's pulse racing in his throat. He can see the flush on the boys cheeks, breathing fast and warm. His lips are pink. His eyes are bright.  Something in The Asset aches.

The boy is dangerous. His eyes are too clever. His fingers trace up The Asset’s shoulder, over the edges  where metal meets skin. His palms drag back down the Asset’s chest, like he hadn’t noticed. But his eyes are clever, too clever. The Asset needs to leave. He needs to fight, to move, to do something. Something to stop the burning under his skin. The boy is dangerous, he’s too smart, too warm, he’s-

'Sweet,' something in The Assets brain whispers. 'So sweet, tiny, gorgeous thing. Gotta be gentle, so gentle.’

The Asset lets his fingertips brush over the boy's thigh, wrapped up over his hip. Soft, so soft, and The Asset’s breathing is ragged. Something is wrong. He doesn’t want it to stop.

The boy spins and drops into The Asset’s lap. Firm, round ass pressed to his hips, rocking, writhing against him. The Asset stops breathing entirely. He wants to grab, and pull, feel that soft, warm skin under his palm. The boy smirks over his shoulder, arches his spine like the sweetest invitation.

(Gentle, so gentle.)

He traces just one finger down the dip of the boy’s spine. Watches him toss his head back with a breathless sound. The music is too loud, but The Asset hears it. He’s burning up. There’s something in the back of his mind screaming, trying so desperately to break free.

The boy moves like a dream, like he was made for it. Skin glowing gold under the shifting lights. Eyes like warm amber. Dangerous smile.

(Sweet thing, so gorgeous, wanna just take a bite, just a taste, wanna-)

When the boy pulls away entirely The Asset makes a sound deep in his chest. Pained, desperate, hungry. He’s burning up. He wants more. The boy flushes, his smile pleased. Smug. Gorgeous.

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime, yeah?” The boy says. He leans in, careful brush of his lips over the assets cheek. Final curious press of his fingers to The Asset’s metal shoulder.

The boy walks away, hips swinging. The best kind of trouble. The Asset snaps back to himself like waking from a dream. His mission is over. He needs to get out of here. The handlers will be waiting. What is he doing?

The Asset slips out of the building, as unnoticed as he entered.  He’s followed by the memory of warm brown eyes, golden skin. Sweet, so sweet.

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(Okay I have to stop here because if I don’t I’ll just keep going will all about how Tony’s fantastic ass saves Bucky from Hydra but I can’t, I just can’t go down that rabbit hole. I don’t have the time! Maybe later.)

[maknaesdancersrappers]

day 25: DVP (double vagina penetration)

member: Johnny and Lucas

“Are you just going to sit there and watch?” You moaned, feeling your arms lose strength as Johnny continued to pound into you from below.

Lucas seemed eager when you two invited him into bed, but when you had instructed him to slide his cock into your pussy — where Johnny is already thrusting into you — he was hesitant. He sits back on his legs and gulps, “A-are you sure? Both of us in your pussy?”

The idea seemed amazing when you imagined it before undressing, then it sounded painful once Johnny slid his length into you; both their cocks were both hefty and thick in girth. Johnny alone stretched your walls so much that you were a tight fit for him. But you’re well lubricated at this point from both your precum and Johnny’s.

“Yes, I want you both in my pussy.” You whined, dropping your head onto Johnny’s chest, feeling the older man’s breathless chuckle.

“She can handle it, Lucas.” He pets your hair, slowing his movements to let him enter you. “Trust me, it’s going to feel good for us, too.”

You feel Lucas’ hands on your waist and you involuntarily clench around Johnny in anticipation, to which chuckles at and kisses your forehead after a quiet remark, “Cutie.”

As the younger male pushed the head of his cock in, your jaw drops and your mouth morphs into an ‘O’ shape.

When he was half way in, all three of you cussed in unison, “Fuck.”

You feel so full and filled to the brim, while the two men nodded at each other to signal their start. It was slow at first, their movements were in discord as they tried to pick up their pace. They each had a death grip on your hips and waist, trying to steady you when you tried to meet either of their thrusts, gaining momentum to achieve the euphoria and high all of you craved.

[vexy-sins]

Kinktober 2019 Prompt List

*This list was created with the help of @damnedxfate and our followers. This list is available for everyone to use. You do not need to credit us for the list!

Glory Hole | Bukkake | Sexual Frustration | Roleplay

Soft Dom/Coaching | Painplay | Pregnancy | Intercrural Sex

Breastplay/Nippleplay | Breeding | Phallic Gags/Gags | Shower/Bath/Underwater

Forniphilia (Human Furniture) | 69 Position | Lactation | Orgasm Denial

Size Difference | Distension | Knotting | Breathplay

Upskirt Sex | Domesticity | Creampie | Bulges

Spit-Roasting | Angry/Hate Sex | Object Insertion | Begging

Jealousy/Possessiveness | Menstruation | Solo/Masturbation | Feederism/Foodplay

Praise Kink | Face-Fucking/Deep Throat | Power Bottom | Heat Cycle

Body Modification/Decoration | Bondage | Frottage | Cock Worship

Anal Pounding | Anonymous Sex | Medical Play | Electricity

Xenophilia | Cum Swallowing | Prostitution | Coiling

Pillow Prince(ss) | Vore (Soft) | Dacryphilia | Face-Sitting

Auralism | Fem-Dom | Biting/Marking | Seduction

Somnophilia | Clothing Theft | Breeding Mount /Immobilization | Cervix Penetration

Stuck in a Wall | Power Difference/Authority | Fisting (Consensual) | Drunk Sex

Mutual Masturbation | Double (or More) Penetration | Suspension | Mirrors

Body Worship | Bloodplay | Brat Taming | Sex Toys

Filming | Daddy Kink | Sadism/Masochism | Dirty Talk

Semi-Public/Public Sex | Dom/Sub | Aphrodisiacs | Formal Wear

Semi-Public/Public Masturbation | A/B/O | Sounding | Dub-Con/Non-Con

Primal Play | Voyeurism | Kemonomimi/Tails | Massage

Stockings/Socks | Degradation/Humiliation | Collar/Leash | Hypnosis/Mind Control

Cross-dressing | Reluctant Sex/Blackmail | Window/Balcony Sex | Overstimulation

Body Swap | Tickling | Size Queen | Sensory Deprivation

Ageplay | Lingerie | Exhibitionism | Fangs

Latex | Phone Sex/Sexting | Maid/Butler | Tentacles

Micro/Macro | Cum Inflation | Outdoor Sex | Master/Mistress

Cuckolding | Omorashi/Watersports | Office/Workplace | Telepathic or Empathic Bonds

Three(or More)some | Fucking Machine | Petplay | Shot-gunning

Any combination of the above

*Have fun!

[avintagekiss24]

Warm | Steve Rogers{

Pairing: sub!Steve Rogers x Dom!black!reader

Word Count: 500

Warnings: wax play, smut, sex

Prompt: Day 8 - Wax play

A/N: Day 8 for @ruckystarnes kinktober challenge. Sorry this is so late, again. Hopefully tomorrow I can post at a decent hour, lol.

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“Cuffs too tight, baby?” You whisper as you lean over him, tickling Steve’s face with your hard nipples.

He lets out a breath before pulling on his bound wrists and ankles, “No ma’am.”

“Perfect,” You purr, sitting up to rake your fingernails down his broad chest, “You were good boy while I was gone?”

“Yes ma’am.” He answers eagerly, licking his lips as he watches you reach for the soy candle beside the bed.

He adjusts his hips underneath you, making you sway with the movement. You roll your hips into his hard cock before sliding him through your folds and along your clit. You tip the candle slowly, biting your bottom lip as you smile. Steve jumps, hissing loudly as the hot wax splatters against his chest.

You drag the candle down his body as you tweak his nipple with your free hand, your body responding to his growing arousal. You lean over him again, giggling as he nips at your nipples with his lips. You shimmy your shoulders, jiggling your full breasts against his lips, before you sit up straight and flatten your palm in the middle of his chest. 

“Feel good baby?”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am.”

You hum your approval of his impeccable manners as you toss your hair over your shoulder. You lift up, teasing the tip of his cock with your pussy before you sit down on him, swallowing him up completely. He tilts his chin toward the ceiling, dragging in a breath through his teeth as he pushes his hips upward, deepening the connection between your bodies. You start to ride him slowly, rolling your hips before lifting and sinking down again and again.

You tilt the candle over his chest, watching as the warm wax dribbles onto his smooth, tanned skin. He jumps again and pulls on his restraints, the metal of the cuffs clanging against the headboard. You move the candle along his body, watching as it dries in the creases of his abs.

You flatten your chest to his and grab his lips with your own, your hips still grinding. Your kiss is rough - loud - as your free hand snakes into his hair. You tug on his blonde tresses as the warmth from the wax on his skin begins to radiate through you. You sit back up quickly, exchanging the now nearly hollow candle for a fresh one and dump it over him with no warning. 

You nearly cum right then and there as he howls from the instant sting. You push your hands through the wet wax as you fuck him faster; harder. The heat seeps into your skin and bones, intoxicating you further. You grab for the candle as your orgasm builds quickly, spilling it along your breasts and nipples, and letting it drip to your quivering thighs. You fall to his chest, and bite down on his bottom lip, pulling out another howl from him.

The heat, the fullness, the moans of your lover - it’s complete bliss.

[tudor-fool]

Could you write an Alpha Aizawa scenario where his omega is too shy to go to him for help when she's in heat?

Sure! It’s down below!

Pairing: Alpha Aizawa! X Omega! reader

Warning: Smut, Omegaverse

You felt hot all over. You looked into your cabinet and your medicine. You realized you forgot to take your heat medication

You knew that this was trouble, that a heat that was untreated would be terrible for you physically, but you’re mate, Shouta, was at work, and you didn’t want to bother him.

You whimpered as you lay in bed, closing your eyes, rolling in and out of consciousness as the heat moved in waves over you.

You didn’t hear Shouta come home, because you were too busy biting a pillow and rubbing yourself.

He knew instantly that something was wrong. Your scent, (Favorite smell) was everywhere, like you had made it into a perfume.

He became immediately erect, and realized you were in heat. Why hadn’t you called him?

He came into your room. “Y/n” he said and you looked at him, blushing bright red.

“Oh shou! Don’t look!” You said and tried to cover yourself. He shook his head and spread your legs

“Don’t you want your alpha to comfort you?” He asked and you blushed harder. “A-alpha—“ you said. He touched you softly and you jacked your hips up, needed him.

He smirked. “Your so needy, omega” he said and bend down, touching your soft wetness. You whimpered even more when his tongue hit you.

It was rough on you, like a cats, but oh god! It was so good. He licked you, his tongue darting in and out of your core, . If he could do this forever, he would. You tasted like peaches.

When you came, your heat went harder than ever before. “Alpha!” You moaned at lost of contact. He pulled down his pants and kissed you hard. You mewled and tried to grind up to him.

His erection was so big, you thought it wouldn’t fit inside of you, but he entered slowly, not wanting to hurt you.

You moaned blissfully, a cooling sensation coming over you. “More!” You said, and blushed even more as he smirked.

Suddenly, he was thrusting in and out of you, grunting, his knot hitting your clit as he he moved in you.

You clutched his back, wanting more, needing more. “Knot me alpha” you groaned. “Please! Oh god yes!” You screamed as he knotted you, nearly ripping you but pleasure coming to you in waves.

He slowed down sloppily as he came inside of you, biting your ear. You painted hard. He released you and grinned.

“I love you” he said. You smiled. “I love you too. But I’m hungry— please get me some food?” And he laughed

It was a long night.

[domripley]

Sneaky

Pairing: Montana Duke/Reader

Prompt: Kinktober2019: Almost Getting Caught

Warnings/Tags: Verbal Humiliation, Light Dom/Sub, Secret Relationship, Finger Sucking, Fingering

Xavier had gone inside to get some snacks and gas for his van. You were hoping he would be back soon, because the moment he got out, Montana was pulling your shorts down.

“Took him long enough, I was ready to fuck you the moment he turned to us. Show him who really owns this pussy,” she laughed dryly. Having witnessed Xavier flirting with you for a good hour was all she needed to give in to her temptations. “Tell me, whose pussy is this? Who owns it,”

“M-Montana, it’s yours, all yours. You own it!” you moaned, instantly covering your mouth when she pulled your breasts out of your tank top. Slapping your thigh hard, “Spread your legs, gonna make my pussy come.”

You watched as she grabbed the blanket from the side, and as she draped it over both of you, Xavier was heading back. “He’s still gotta pump gas, can you stay quiet?”

“Yes, ‘Tana!” You gasped.

The two of you were spooning, her hand lazily rubbing your clit. You were embarrassed just thinking about Xavier, and what his reaction would be. Finally, Montana slid a finger into you, usually you’d try to keep eye contact with her - she loved it, and so did you. But at that very moment, all you could think about was not getting caught.

“You’re so soaked, tell me, did I do this to you? Or did Xavier and his flirting do this?” she asked, kissing the side of your neck. Turning your head for you, Montana made sure your eyes were on her, and only her. “Are you going to come with just finger in your pussy? Such a pathetic slut, but all mine.” she laughed as you felt your orgasm building up.

As Xavier opened the car door, your orgasm hit, but Montana held her free hand to your mouth. Sliding in two fingers, she made sure that he wouldn’t hear you. “What’re you guys doing back there?” he asked, looking through his mirror.

“Taking a nap, we’ve still got an hour and a half to go until we’re at the camp. When did Ray and the rest of the group say they were coming up?”

She pushed a second finger into you, fucking you through your orgasm.

“He said they’re leaving at seven,”

“Perfect.” she said, before turning back to you. She whispered, “Let’s see how many times I can make you come in an hour and a half. Better be quiet.”

You were in for a very long ride.

[kingkatsuki]

Kinktober | Day Four | Bukkake | Bakusquad

So, I’ll never be writing a moresome fic ever again, this was hard.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina x Reader

Warnings: 18+

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You had always known the Bakusquad were close, having seen them hang out on practically every weekend, even Bakugou who appeared to be a rather unwilling participant seemed to show up. You envied how close they were, imagining what it would be like to spend that time with them. Thinking about all the things you could do together. That’s why you were caught completely off guard one night as Mina suggested you all hung out together. You were quick to comply, thinking there would be nothing you would enjoy more than hanging out with the more than attractive friendship group for the evening. Little did you know just exactly what they had planned for you. That’s how you found yourself in your current position. 

Bakugou’s hand came to rest on the back of your head, fisting his cock in his hands as he stroked the shaft along your face, leaving a thin sheen of pre-cum on your cheeks. The movement made your mouth fall open, tongue lolling out as you desperately wanted to feel him inside you. 

“Look at you, acting like a fucking slut,” Bakugou grinned down at you before pushing his cock into your mouth, the head hitting the back of your throat as you tried to suck down on his length. Bakugou was just as quick to pull his cock out of your mouth, marvelling at the way your head moved forward in an attempt to keep him inside you. 

“So fucking desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” Bakugou slapped your face with his hardness again, stepping back as he continued to pump his length. You whined pitifully as you glanced to the side, seeing Mina deep throating Sero’s length, Kaminari’s cock fisted in her hand as she alternated between them. 

Bakugou’s fingers tightened at the back of your head, threading through your hair to pull your focus back onto him as his red eyes glowered down at you, tugging your head up as your mouth opened in a silent whimper at the pain. Bakugou catching you off guard as he forced his cock back into your mouth, starting a brutal pace. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you tried to breathe through your nose, feeling saliva dribble down your chin as you tried to roll your tongue around Bakugou’s length.

“Hey, Bro. Don’t be greedy.” Kirishima’s hand was tight on his length as he tapped his cock against your cheek, “Let the rest of us have a go-”

Bakugou reluctantly pulled away with a groan, breath hitching in his throat as he felt your hands curve around his length, continuing to jerk him off as you took Kirishima into your mouth. The redheads movements were far gentler than Bakugou’s, allowing you to go at your own pace as his fingers stroked along your cheek, smearing the pre-cum that he had left there along your skin. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. You’re taking our cocks so well.” Kirishima’s lewd words caused you to moan around his cock, sending pleasant vibrations down his length. Your tongue swirled around his tip every time he pulled back as you moved your other hand up to cup Kirishima’s balls before tugging on his length, moving to suck Bakugou’s cock again. Giving each man the same attention, you began to alternate between them, marvelling at the low grunts each man was making thanks to your movements. Hands came down to grope your chest while you were working your way down his length, Kirishima’s fingertips tugging your taut nipple. 

“I can’t wait to cum on these pretty tits,” Kirishima’s lewd words causing you to groan on Bakugou’s length, the male grunting out a low ‘Shit.’ at the sensation.

Nimble fingers came down to stroke your sopping folds as you pulled away from Bakugou’s cock, seeing Mina spreading your lower lips and brushing two of her fingers against your clit. The sensation making your body jerk towards her touch as you almost forgot all about the men around you. The four men surrounding you both continued to languidly tug their cocks as they watched the show you were putting on for them. Mina’s lips moving down to suck one of your nipples into her mouth, tongue swirling around the bud as you threw your head back in pleasure. Kaminari took this as an opportunity to press his length against your cheek, grunting as you greedily took him into your mouth. Kaminari jerked his hips into your mouth at the sensation, making his cock hit the back of your throat as you choked on his length, pulling away with a splutter as you tried to regain your breath. Fingers came down to hold your head as he began to manoeuvre himself in and out of your mouth. Lewd sucking noises filled the air as you continued to bob your head along his length, your moans only adding to Kaminari’s pleasure.

“It must be my turn now,” Sero grinned down at you as you eagerly took him into your mouth, your hand moving back to stroke Kaminari’s cock, slick with your spit. 

“I’m going to fucking cum,” Kaminari groaned, his dick twitching between your fist. 

“Already? Fuckin’ pussy-” Bakugou growled, the male slapping his cock against your breasts as he continued to stroke his length, the noise making your lower half throb as you couldn’t help but reach out and take over his motions along his cock, desperate to hear him make that sound again. 

“That’s it, Babe. Stroke my fucking cock.” Bakugou smirked down at you as you made eye contact with him, Sero’s dick still thrusting in and out of your mouth shallowly. “You like me watching you sucking another guys cock, don’t you? Fucking whore-”

Your heat practically quivered at his sinful words, slipping Sero’s cock from your mouth as you moved onto Kirishima’s, tongue swirling around the tip as you began to suck more feverishly. 

“She’s so good, fuck-” You caught Sero off guard as you began to tug on his length, your other hand still stroking Bakugou as Kaminari fisted his own length beside you, not wanting to come too early as he tried to calm his body down. 

“So beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” Sero stroked your hair as both hands continued to pump Kirishima and Bakugou’s lengths, their hips jerking into your touch. Your cheeks hollowed as you began to suck harder on Sero’s cock, feeling his length spasm inside your mouth. 

“Bend over,” You heard a voice in the background as your eyes skimmed to the side to see Kaminari stroking his length along Mina’s folds. Her tongue lolling out as she continued to dip her fingers inside your tightness, stretching you out as he pushed inside her. Mina’s fingers stopped abruptly, her body almost falling forward at the intrusion as she braced both her hands on the ground as Kaminari started a rough pace. 

“Think I need to show you how to properly fuck a woman, dumbass.” You whined against Sero’s cock as you felt someone stroke their length against your wet slit, your essence mixing with their pre-cum. You pulled away from Sero’s cock with a ‘pop’ as you turned back to see Bakugou ease his length into your pussy with one deep thrust. 

“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” Bakugou’s voice was gruff as he began to move inside you. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, body quivering as Sero stroked the head of his cock against your parted lips, pre-cum spreading against them as your tongue jutting out to taste him. 

“Looking a little bit empty, Mina,” Sero moved over to Mina, his hands threading through her pink locks as she took his cock into her mouth greedily. Kaminari continuing to rut into her from behind, his thrusts slow and deep. You could tell from the look on his face that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, tiny sparks of electricity emitting from his fingertips as they held onto Mina’s hips, her breasts swaying with every thrust. 

Your half-lidded eyes gazed up at Kirishima as Bakugou began a fast pace inside you, your tongue slipping out of your mouth to tease the underside of his cock, taking him into your wet heat once more as he pistoned himself in and out of your mouth. Fingers stroking Kirishima’s balls, saliva dribbling down your chin as you willed him to cum, you wanted to feel the sensation of being completely covered. 

“Cum on her face. I know how much she wants it,” Bakugou growled to his friend, keeping up his rough pace inside you as his lewd words made your cunt clench down around his length, “Shit. You like being treated like a cumslut don’t you?” A calloused hand coming down against your ass.

“Beg for it. Beg us to cover you in our cum.” Bakugou landed another harsh smack on your behind. The motion made you suck harder on Kirishima’s cock, your hand moving from his balls to stroke against his perineum as your moans vibrated along his girth. 

“Please, please,” You whined around Kirishima’s cock, your words muffled. He grunted at the sensation, his cock twitching inside your mouth as you knew he was reaching his end. 

“Please what?” Kirishima mumbled. 

“Please cover me in your cum.” Moving your mouth away from his cock you used your hand to jerk him roughly, tongue lolling out of your open mouth as you will Kirishima to cover you. The sinful sight is all it takes for Kirishima to find his release, calling your name with a whine as hot strings of cum fall from his cock, landing all over your face and tongue. Kirishima continues to twitch in your hand as you help him come down from his high, fingers gently tugging his cock as you lewdly show him the cum that landed in your mouth, allowing it to dribble down your chin as it dropped onto your breasts. 

“Shit,” Kirishima wiped the tip of his cock against your lips before pulling away, watching the sheen of his cum against your soft skin. 

“You look so hot,” Kaminari pulled his length out of Mina, cock slick with her juices as he moved round to push it into your mouth, feeling your fingers instantly move up to cup his balls. Tasting Mina’s essence on his length mixed with your own was overwhelming your senses as you stared greedily up at the electric man above you. 

“Come on my face, Denki-” You pulled away from his cock to speak, lips still touching his tip. He was already close but after hearing those words he stood no chance as he pulled you off his length, fisting his cock and jerking it into your face, spurts dripping all over your face, running down your cheeks and piling around your chest. Bakugou’s fingers moved up to weave into your hair, tugging your head back so he could get a glimpse of you covered in cum. Your mouth agape and your tongue licking your lips as you tasted the mixture of release on your skin.

“Shit, you like being used don’t you? Filthy cumslut.” Bakugou pulled out of your core, causing you to whine at the loss of contact as he used his grip to spin you around, his hand frantically fisting his cock. Bakugou’s fingers were tight in your hair as he held your face beside his cock. Your tongue jutting out to prod his tip as he neared his release.

“Cum on her face, Bakugou. Look how much she wants it. She’s desperate,” Mina’s fingers moved back to tease your nipples as she watched Bakugou pump his cock, his impending release imminent.

“Open your mouth,” Bakugou snarled, his hand holding the top of your head as you obeyed his command, mouth wide open with the pad of your tongue pushed out eagerly awaiting his load. Bakugou came with a grunt, holding his cock to your face so the spurts coated your skin, dripping into your mouth and mixing in with the other men’s fluid. You waited a moment for Bakugou to see his release coating your tongue, some of the mixture dripping down your chin to drop onto your breasts as your tongue slipped out greedily lapping at the mixture that had landed on your lips. 

Mina immediately tugged you into a sloppy kiss, lapping up Bakugou’s cum that had landed in your mouth, the juices now coating her face as she used her slender fingers to paint the mixture across your breasts, tweaking your nipples as the kiss became all tongue. 

“Shit, that’s fucking hot,” You heard Sero’s voice behind you as the males watched the scene unfold. 

“I hope you don’t think I’m finished with you yet, Babe.” You pulled away from the kiss to see Kirishima’s hand was working his cock, which was hard again as he knelt down beside you, moving your body so you were now on your back, legs spread as he slid his cock inside you with ease. Large hands spreading your legs apart as he began a frantic pace inside of you. The men in the room continued to watch as you slid your hands against your chest, rubbing the mixture of cum across your body as you teased your nipples, twisting them between your fingers. Maintaining eye contact with the redhead you moved one of your hands that was covered in cum up to your lips, allowing the pad of your tongue to lick across the surface, tasting the sinful mixture. 

“You’re so hot, Babe. So perfect.” Kirishima’s cock jerked inside of you as he kept up his pace. You whined, feeling your own release fast approaching as you rutted your body against Kirishima’s length. 

Mina moved up your body so she was hovering over your face, grinning down at you she sank her cunt down to your mouth, feeling your tongue immediately slip out and began lapping at her folds. Her hands fisted into your hair to steady herself as she began to grind herself against your face. Your fingers moved up to dip inside her slit, two pushing into her hole with ease. You moved your tongue to flick against her clit, watching her writhe above you. 

“I’m so close, so close,” Mina began to chant as a mantra as her own climax was swiftly approaching, her grinding made it hard for you to catch your breath as you tugged her clit between your lips, sucking down on it harshly as you willed her to come. 

“Shit, fuck. I’m cumming,” She gave a high pitched keen as she came all over your face, her body rocking against your mouth as she rode out her orgasm. Limbs trembling as you moved your tongue back down to lap at her juices, the mixture dripping onto your chin.

Mina’s spent body fell to the side as her chest heaved, trying to come down from her high, her eyes were still completely focused on Kirishima’s thrusting into your cunt. Catching you off guard Bakugou moved a hand down to your clit, rubbing circles on the nub as he whispered lewd words in your ear.

“I’m gonna cum,” You whimpered, legs quivering as Kirishima continued to rut against you, Bakugou’s fingers teasing your nub.

“Cum on his cock you dirty slut.” Bakugou’s tone was harsh as he pressed down harder on your clit, the sensation causing your body to buck up into his touch as you felt your climax wash over you, your inner walls squeezing against Kirishima’s cock.

The redhead let out a low grunt as he pulled out of your tightness, pumping his cock that was slick with your juices he drove himself towards his own release. Moving up your body so his length was pointed at your chest, hand moving feverishly against his cock. 

“Shit, Y/N.” Kirishima let out a whimper as he came on your body, white spurts landing across your chest. Kirishima smeared his cock against your breast, mixing the cum together as he rubbed it into your body. The sensation making you whine low in your throat. 

“You look perfect covered in our cum. The perfect little cumslut.” 

[sherlockedcarmilla]

“Dancing in the Mirror“

by CarmillaCarmine ( @sherlockedcarmilla )

Sherlock orders a mirror and has interesting plans that include naked John. Explicit, 7K

Written for Kinktober 2019′s various prompts that will appear as the fic progresses.

The whole The Johnlock Utopia - Holidays series of fics happens and is canon-divergent after A Study in Belgravia and stays in a happy Johnlock zone. No Moriarty, no Reichenbach, and no Mary.

Let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged from future updates/fics. Thank you for reading! 

[ruckystarnes]

To the Brink

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (ScarlettWidow)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: SMUT - fingering, oral, language

Words: 658

Square Filled/Daily Prompt/Prompt: Kinktober Day 3 - Edging 

Summary: Natasha pushes Wanda

A/N: Some translations:

Ty takoy mokryy, devochka - You’re so wet, baby girl

Tvoya pizda kapayet, umolyaya menya yeye otymet’ - Your cunt is dripping, begging me to fuck it

Natashka - Natasha, my dear

miláčik - darling

Prosím, moja láska, uvoľni ma - Please, my love, give me relief

Wanda’s fingers twisted into the sheets as she tried to breathe through the threatening waves of pleasure. She could barely focus on anything except how lovely her partner’s mouth felt against her core. Long, deft fingers circled her clit as an adroit tongue lapped between her folds.

“N-nat-tash-ahhhhhhh,” she gasped, her hips coming off the bed. “G-g-gonna c-c-ommmme.” Her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation, fingers moving to the bright red hair of her girlfriend to pull her closer to her core, but instead of a toe curling, mind numbing release, Natasha pulled back. The sudden loss of stimulation had Wanda writhing against the bed, whining.

“Not yet,” Natasha murmured sweetly, taking Wanda’s hands in hers, lacing their fingers as she slid up her body and pinned her hands to the side of her head. “That was only four. I wanted you at at least five before you came.” Natasha’s lips, wet with her juices, pressed against her mouth, which Wanda opened without hesitation. Her taste mingled with her lover’s so well that she couldn’t keep back the heady moan, which made Natasha smirk.

“I just haven’t decided if I want you to come on my mouth, fingers, or while I’m fucking you with one of our toys,” Natasha whispered against her lips as she straddled Wanda’s thigh to grind down onto.

Wanda peeked up at her, watching her girl’s face intently as she brought pleasure to herself, rubbing her clit against the softness of her skin. Natasha guided one of her lover’s hands to her breast, letting it go so her own could go between them, playing with Wanda’s aching folds, careful as not to go beyond the sensitive lips.

“Ty takoy mokryy, devochka,” Natasha purred as her fingers toyed with the quivering entrance, “Tvoya pizda kapayet, umolyaya menya yeye otymet’.”

The words, along with the touch, had Wanda whimpering and gripping her beloved’s hand on breast. Her eyes wandered over Natasha’s body, appreciating the demi cup that held her smaller, perky breasts. The black straps were striking against her creamy skin, along with the matching panties that were damp against her skin.

“Natashka.” The pet name fell delicately from her lips as her fingers moved to pinch the exposed nipple of the redhead. “Please, miláčik, I want to come for you.” She pressed her leg up into her girl’s core, clenching the muscle to give a harder surface for her to rub against.

Green eyes met blue, a heat radiating from them that betrayed the want, need, was mutual.

“How should I make you come, my darling little witch?” Natasha slipped a slender finger into her lover’s wet heat, humming at how her walls clenched around the thin digit. She moved her own core against Wanda’s thigh, moaning slightly at the slight ache it cost. “Fingers? Mouth? Cock?” Natasha raised her brow at the last option, the corner of her mouth tugging into a smirk.

“C-cock,” Wanda managed out, her hips wriggling as she desperately wanted more, “Please, I don’t think I can handle another denial. Prosím, moja láska, uvoľni ma.” The plea was evident in her voice and it was sweet to Natasha.

“Cock it is, but after one more.”

She slipped off of her thigh and moved to hook her lover’s legs over her shoulders before her tongue moved over her folds, parting them delicately before lapping at her.

“Nat!” Nimble fingers wound their way into Natasha’s bright hair, tugging as she worked Wanda close to the edge again. Expert licks and sucking had the younger girl writhing as her thighs began to shake against Natasha, begging in her native tongue. And when she murmured she was close, Natasha backed away, her hands moving over her beloved’s thighs, enjoying each tremor that wracked through her body until she calmed down.

“Now,” Natasha started, leaning down to kiss Wanda slowly, biting her lower lip before pulling back, “let’s see how many times you come tonight, devochka.”

[bakugotrashpanda]

Kinktober 7/8- Body Swap/Angry Sex

A villain got you and Bakugo while you were out.

Aged up Bakugo x Reader

NSFW- Explicit sex Word Count: 1992

This seemed better planned out in my head, but I couldn’t get it just right when writing it. So it’s kinda half assed?

“It’s not going to last,” you argued.

“I don’t care! I’m stuck in your body until we switch back,” Bakugo shouted at you.

“Yeah? Well I’m stuck as you, asshole!” you shouted, “When people see you they’ll think ‘oh, there’s Y/N, I’ll go talk to her’ and BAM! They get your moody ass. You even sound like me! Meanwhile I can’t go anywhere without people worrying that I’m going to explode them!” You ripped open the door to the dorms and stomped inside.

“I’m going to wait in my room until this wears off,” you growled and angrily made your way to the elevators. Your emotions hung in the air and everyone in the common room made a point of avoiding your eyes. Bakugo stood next to you and jabbed the elevator button a couple more times.

“It’s coming,” you spat out.

“Hey, Bakubro, take it easy on Y/N,” Kirishima called out from the couches. You and Bakugo swung your heads to look at the redhead.

“What did you say?” Bakugo shouted. Kirishima looked startled at what he thought was your outburst.

“She can hold her own,” you snarled. The elevator dinged and you shoved Bakugo in before selecting your floor. As the doors closed you glared at everyone and they lowered their heads. It sent a pang of sadness through your heart that this was what Bakugo put up with daily.

“What the fuck was that for?” Bakugo snapped. The sadness was quickly replaced with the rage from earlier.

“I will not have you ruining my good name,” you wiped your hands on the baggy pants you, or rather Bakugo’s body, wore.

“And why are you constantly wiping your hands? You nervous or something?” he scoffed.

“Yes, asswipe,” you stared at him and raised your hands between the two of you, “your sweat explodes and I don’t know how to control your damn quirk! I’d rather not die right now!” Bakugo sucked his teeth and looked away. His trademark scowl looked wrong on your face.

“It doesn’t explode involuntarily,” he finally said, “You have to focus on it,” That relaxed you slightly. The two of you stepped off the elevator and stood on the landing.

“Come with me,” you said and grabbed Bakugo’s wrist tightly.

“Let me go,” Bakugo growled and tried to push you off.

“You can’t get away,” you smirked, “Your body is stronger than mine,” You dragged him to your bedroom and reached into your back pocket for the keys.

“I can open the damn door,” he snarled, “No need to get handsy,”

“My body, I can do what I want,” you rolled your eyes. You could have sworn he muttered something about it being his for the moment. Once inside you closed and locked the door. Bakugo looked around your room, taking in the surroundings. You sat on your bed and gestured around the room for him to take a seat. Bakugo sat uneasily on your desk chair.

“Ground rules,” you started, “Since we don’t know how long this lasts, I’d like to stay in one of our rooms as long as possible, only leaving when absolutely necessary. We can’t talk to anyone, and there’s no way in hell we tell people what happened.”

“I’m fine with that,” Bakugo agreed reluctantly, “Anything I need to know about you or your quirk?”

“No,” you snorted, “it’s pretty straight forward, see the place you want to be, like actually see it, not just visualize it in your mind, and you can appear there.” You sat there for a moment thinking about yourself. Was there anything this arrogant asshole needed to know about you? Your face turned red instantly. “There’s medicine you have to take this evening, my phone alarm with go off and if we haven’t switched back, you’ll need to take it for me,”

“It’s not disgusting, is it?” Bakugo folded his arms over his chest. He struggled for a moment with where to put his arms now that there were two mounds of flesh he wasn’t used to having.

“No, but if you refuse to take it then I will shove it down your throat,” you deadpanned, “Your turn, what do I need to know,”

“You already know the quirk,” he said, “And there’s nothing you need to know about me,” You put your hands on your hips- which felt very different in Bakugo’s body compared to yours.

“Nothing? Nothing at all?” you rolled your eyes when he didn’t respond, “Why are you like this? You think you’re better than me?”

Bakugo stood up and got in your face. “I am better than you. I’m going to be the next Number One hero and you’re going to be some sidekick at a low-level agency,”

“You’re not going to be the best if you don’t get an attitude check,” you glowered, “But I mean me specifically, what do you have against me?”

“You’re fucking helpless,” he snarled, “Something goes wrong and suddenly you’re the one who needs saving. I watched it all every single year, you forgot to do an essay and you bat your eyes and have every guy in the vicinity writing one for you. Disgusting,”

“But it worked, didn’t it?” you challenged, “It’s not helpless, it’s manipulative. I had better things to do with my time,”

“Like what?”

“Train, asshole, trying to improve myself so I can even compete with those idiots who wrote my essays for me. I don’t have a flashy quirk, I’m not suited for combat,”

Bakugo stopped and stared at you. “That’s… smart,”

“Duh, that’s why I did it,” you rolled your eyes, “And now to be even smarter…” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and quickly snapped a picture of you (in Bakugo’s body) kissing Bakugo’s (in your body) nose.

“What the fuck was that for?” Bakugo exploded.

“Blackmail,” you said simply and locked your phone, “Now I have a picture of you being soft. I don’t know when I’ll need it, but it’s always good to have,” You smiled impishly.

“You can’t go around kissing people!” he shouted.

“Watch me!” you smirked and went in to kiss his nose again. Bakugo leaned back at the last second and instead of kissing his nose you ended up kissing his mouth. You pulled back in shock and stared at him. Your vision started to go blurry and your head spun. Looking at the expression on Bakugo’s face, you could tell he was feeling the same way.

You stumbled backwards and fell onto your bed. Panic rose in you as you lost your sight. Bile rose in the back of your throat and you fought to keep it down. With your senses overloaded, you blacked out.

Waking up, your vision came into focus and you saw a hard chest rising and falling beside you. You looked down and saw boobs. You patted your body before looking in the mirror to confirm that you were back in your proper body. You started laughing and sat up. The swap had lasted for about an hour.

“Stop making so much goddamn noise,” Bakugo said and sat up next to you.

“We’re back,” you said. Bakugo looked at you before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. It was demanding and rough.

“What th-” you started.

“What,” he interrupted, “I can’t go around kissing people?” he threw your words back at you. You stewed in your anger. You had just done that to him, it would be hypocritical to call him out on it and he knew that.

“I fucking hate you,” you said before grabbing his face and kissing him back.

“I hate you too,” Bakugo said breathlessly as he pulled away. You both stared at each other, trying to figure out what to do.

“Fuck it,” you muttered and pulled him in for another kiss. Having his lips on yours sent a zing of electricity to your groin. Bakugo bit your lip and you gasped. He took that opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. You both battled for control of the situation. His kiss was hard and demanding. You closed the gap between the two of you and straddled his hips.

“God, I hate you, but you’re an amazing kisser,” you growled against his lips. He smirked and started rocking against your hips. “Don’t get cocky now,”

“Too late,” he grinned and you felt his hardening cock beneath you. You moved your hips against his and groaned. He pulled your shirt up and over your head and kissed his way down to your breasts. He bit the top of one of them and started sucking. You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled his face closer. When he lifted his head, you could see a purple mark blooming.

Bakugo pushed you off him and tugged your pants once. He stood and took off his own pants. His hard cock sprang free and you stared at it.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased.

“You wish,” you took your own pants off. As soon as they were clear of your legs, Bakugo grabbed your hips and pushed you forward to the dresser. You braced yourself against it. He wrapped an arm around and stroked your slit, feeling how wet you already were.

“You’re practically dripping,” he smirked and held his fingers up so you could see.

“Are you going to put it in me or just stand there,” you panted.

“Brat,” he replied and lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed the tip in and you hissed at his girth. There hasn’t been a warm up, just making out to this. He slammed inside and you cried out. The tip of him hit your cervix and the dull pain mixed with pleasure.

“Yes,” you moaned. Bakugo slapped your ass before starting a ruthless pace. Your body jerked back and forth from the strength of his movement. You felt one of his hands snake through your hair and grab a handful near the base of your skull. He pulled and your tongue lolled out.

“Mm, harder,” you gasped and he chuckled. He slowed the pace a bit but made up for it by harshly pulling you down onto his cock. You clenched around him and heard him groan.

“Fuck, if you don’t stop then I’m going to cum,”

“Make me stop,” you challenged and looked at him over your shoulder.

“I don’t know if I want to,” he pulled all the way out and you cried out at the emptiness inside you. Taking his hand out of your hair, he grabbed your waist. His nails bit into your skin as he completely sheathed himself inside of you. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips.

“Fuck, yes!” you cried. He withdrew himself completely one more time and slammed inside you.

“Shit, that’s too good,” he hissed and quickly pulled himself out. He stroked himself twice before finishing on your ass. He braced himself against you and you heard his heavy breathing. Hot, sticky ropes slowly dripped down you. When his breathing returned to normal, Bakugo took his shirt off and wiped up the mess he made and walked back to the pile of clothes on the floor.

“What, you aren’t going to make me cum?” you sassed.

“If you want to finish, get a boyfriend. I look out for number one,” he said cockily and grabbed both pairs of pants. He tossed you yours and started pulling his on.

“I hate you,”

“I hate you too” He grabbed a pen and scribbled his number on a sticky note. “But if you ever get bored or need to get the stick out of your ass, text me,” He gave you a wicked smile before walking out of your room.

“Only if you finish the job next time!” you called after him. He turned one last time and shrugged as is he’d consider it.

[riotwritesthings]

Kinktober 2019 Day 17

Masturbation | Collaring

SteveTony, E, 2.4k | AO3

once upon a time, @tcnystcnks mentioned something about Tony in Steve’s shirt and dogtags and nothing else. I am easily influenced. So here we are. This one’s for you, BB!

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Steve’s dog tags feel heavy around his neck. They’re not, Tony even weighed them, just to be sure, and they weight no more no less than any other set of military issued dog tags. They still feel impossibly heavy though. They felt heavy when Steve first dropped in them into Tony’s open palm before leaving on a week long mission. They felt heavy the first four days that Tony carried them around in his pocket, and they felt especially heavy when he finally gave in and looped them around his neck, telling himself 'only three more days.'

The day that Steve is supposed to come back, Tony gets nothing done. He keeps getting distracted, finds himself staring into space and rubbing his thumb over the raised words on the dog tags, his thumbnail catching on the 'R'of Steve’s name. Halfway through the day, when he finds out Steve’s transport home has been delayed, Tony gives up on being productive and stomps off to his room to pout and mope. Which mostly means curling up in bed in one of Steve’s shirts despite the fact that it’s hilariously huge on him and twisting the chain around and around and around his neck, not at all watching whatever movie he ended up putting on for background noise.

Tony doesn’t have an alert set up for when Steve gets back to the tower, because that would be sad and obsessive and clingy, which Tony is not. Except he is, he is all of those things, they haven’t been apart this long since they started dating and Tony is losing his mind a little bit. Even when he has business meetings he actually has to go to in person, Tony just brings Steve with him, doesn’t want to spend a single day without Steve’s bright smile and warm eyes. But apparently SHIELD drew the line at letting Captain America’ s clingy boyfriend just tag along on some kind of super secret dark mission. Crazy.

When Tony’s Clingy Alarm goes off his first instinct is to run across the tower and literally fling himself at Steve the second he walks out of the elevator, but Natasha might actually follow through on that threat to turn a hose on them if she catches them making out in the common areas again. Plus, he would have to put on pants. And he’s kind of already half hard, after spending a good chunk of the day in bed wrapped up in Steve-smell, thinking of all the things they should do as soon as Steve gets home.

So Tony decides on a different tactic and kicks off his boxers, sprawls out in the center of the bed in just Steve’s shirt and Steve’s dog tags, palming at his cock and quickly bringing himself to full hardness. It takes barely any effort, it's been a full week and sue him, Tony is repressed, and just the thought that in a couple minutes he’ll have Steve’s hands on him again has him choking down a soft sound, rocking his hips up to shove his cock harder into his own fist.

Steve must have asked JARVIS where to find him, because not a minute later Steve pushes open the bedroom store with an excited, if confused, look on his face, like he’s trying to figure out why Tony hadn’t jumped him at the elevator. As soon as his eyes land on Tony he freezes, audibly sucking in a harsh breath as his eyes darken and his face flushes red.

“Oh my, I forgot you were coming home,” Tony says, all mock-surprised and trying to fight down his smirk, “how very embarrassing for me.”

“You-“ Steve starts and then stops, trying to look unimpressed but it’s not really working because his eyes keep dragging down Tony's body to watch his hand move slow and lazy over his cock.

Tony’s smirk widens as his hips jerk under the heavy weight of Steve’s gaze, bead of moisture gathering the tip of his cock. Steve makes another strangled sound, eyes flickering from Tony’s cock to he dog tags laying against his chest like he can’t decide which is hotter, and Tony has just enough time to laugh before Steve starts aggressively stripping out of all his clothes and throws himself onto the bed. Tony’s laughter gets cut off by Steve’s mouth crashing against his in a series of short, desperate kisses.

“You-“ Steve tries again, one big hand sliding up Tony's chest beneath the stolen shirt as he kisses and nips along Tony’s jaw, “You’re wearing them,” Steve breathes out, sounding overwhelmed and Tony feels his own face flush slightly.

“I missed you,” Tony says, like he’s confessing to some terrible secret, but oh it’ s so worth it for the way Steve pulls back just enough to smile at him, big and bright and enough to make Tony’s already racing heart lurch hard in his chest. “I missed you,” Tony says again, wraps both hands around the back of Steve’s neck and yanks him down close enough to kiss agin, arches up to grand his aching cook against Steve’s stomach. “C’mon, sweetheart, I need you."

“Then maybe you shouldn't have started without me,“ Steve says sweetly, hint of a smirk to his voice. Tony has just enough time to think ‘oh no, I’m in trouble’ before Steve is kissing him for real, deep and hungry and all Tony can do is focus on giving back as good as he gets. There’s really no way of knowing how long they spend just laying the er kissing, hands roaming, relearning every inch of each other like they’ve been apart for way longer than a week, until Tony’s lips tingle and his head is spinning.

Eventually Steve pulls away just enough to speak against Tony’s lips as he says “hold this for me.” Tony has enough time to open his eyes and wonder what the hell Steve is talking about, and then Steve is pressing the the dog tags between his lips. Tony bites down on them on instinct, a strangled groan escaping as his teeth click against the metal. Steve just smirks at him, small and wicked and Tony groans again, sound going high and pitiful at the end as Steve pulls further away. Turns out he doesn’t need to worry though, as Steve immediately starts shoving the oversized shirt up Tony’s chest and leaning down to bite at his stomach and hips, batting Tony's had out of the way to breathe out hot over Tony’s leaking cock, making it twitch.

Tony can't beg or plead or demand, not with the metal tags clenched between his teeth, can only make muffled desperate noises that have Steve’s smirk growing before he finally, finally takes the head of Tony’s cock between his lips. Tony jerks hard, a loud whine caught in his throat as Steve continues to take his goddamn time, sucking Tony down one inch at a time, strong hands holding Tony in place as he thrashes and clutches at the sheets.

No amount of pitiful noises or flailing limbs can convince Steve to hurry the hell up, and by the time Steve starts fingering him open Tony has been reduced to shaking and making soft, wet noises around the dog tags sit clenched between his teeth. Each new finger added has Tony shuddering, trying desperately to grind himself down against Steve’ s hand or thrust up into Steve’s hot, perfect mouth.

When Steve lets Tony ’s cock slip free of his lisp with a wet pop Tony can’t help the sound that bursts out of him, nearly a sob as he thumps his head back against he bed. Steve rests his forehead against Tony’s hip for a moment, his breathing ragged as well and that always makes Tony feel a little better, knowing Steve is going just as crazy as he is.

“Always open up so gorgeous for me,” Steve breathes out, low and rough, three fingers pressing deep inside Tony, stretching him open with the most amazing ache. “Thought about this the whole time I was gone,” Steve continues, lips brushing over the skin of Tony ’s hip, down over his thigh, “couldn’t wait to get home and get my hands on you again, feel you fall apart for me.”

Tony’s mouth falls open on a loud cry as Steve’s fingers slink into him hard, jabbing ruthlessly at his prostate until Tony’s vision goes a little sideways. “Steve, honey, please,” Tony, finally, finally begs, dog tags falling down against his throat with a soft clink that's mostly drowned out by Tony’ s next loud moan. “Please,” Tony starts, then gets cut off when the room abruptly spins. Tony blinks in confusion for a second as he suddenly finds himself face down in the sheets, then groans again as Steve tugs him up to his hand an knees, the perfect amount of rough.

“Impatient,” Steve chides, like he’s not equally breathless, like Tony hadn’t seen the dark flush on his face. He pushes the shirt up Tony’s back, big hand spread wide over the dip of his spine and Tony whines. He rocks back against Steve’s hips presses up snug to his ass, Steve’s cock already slicked up and sliding against his twitching, empty hole, and every time he moves the dog tags still hanging around Tony’s neck shift and clink together.

Tony whines again when Steve doesn’t do anything else, just settles his hands on Tony ’s hips and lets Tony writhe against him. “C’mon, Steve, it’s been too long for you to be teasing me like this, you- Ah!” Tony cuts off with a loud moan as Steve shifts and the next time Tony rocks back the head of Steve’s thick cock catches on his rim, starts pressing into him. “Fuck, fuck, oh my god-“ Tony gasps out as he starts pressing himself back harder on every roll of his hips, taking Steve in further, working himself down onto Steve’s cock until his hips are pressed tight to Tony’s ass again. “God, Steve- ohhh fuck-“ Tony groans, letting his head hanging down between his shaking arms and taking deep gasping breaths as he tries to adjust to the stretch, hips still twitching restlessly, shifting Steve’s cock inside him.

“So fucking tight, Tony- damn you feel so good,” Steve groans, and Tony whimpers because Steve doesn’t actually swear that often, and when he does it’s usually because he’s so worked up he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Tony is about to get so vigorously fucked, and for a second he cant breathe around the anticipation of it. Sure enough, with one more soft "fuck", Steve tightens his grip on Tony's hips, pulls out slowly, and then slams back into him hard.

Tony wails, spine arching sharply, locking his elbows to properly brace himself and shove himself back to meet Steve's next thrust. Tony loses himself to the rhythm of it, Steve's hips slapping against his ass, punching gasps and moans out of him every time Steve's cock splits him open again, pressing so deep inside him, the quiet clatter of the tags around his neck every time Tony jolts forward.

“Steve, Steve- fuck-“ Tony groans as Steve thrusts into him harder, nearly shoving Tony up the bed with every snap of his hips, until Tony's elbows give out and Tony finds himself face planting into the sheets, crying out again as it shifts the angle and Steve's next couple thrusts nail his prostate dead on. "Steve, Steve," Tony whines, like it's the only word he knows, clawing at the blankets as every perfect slide of Steve's cock inside him drags him closer to the edge, his stomach in burning knots.

One of Steve's hands leaves his hip, but Tony doesn't have the brainpower to wonder about it until Steve's fingers tangle in the chain of the dog tags, pulling it tight against Tony's neck. "Oh," Tony says quietly, the sound nearly punched out of him, and then groans loudly as Steve hauls him upright, still fucking into him with short, deep thrusts.

"How long have you actually been wearing these?" Steve asks, lips pressed to Tony's ear, shaking the chain a little so the tags rattle noisily. Tony just drops his head back against Steve's shoulder with a loud whine, because how is he supposed to form words when Steves cock is pounding relentlessly into his prostate. "Tell me," Steve demands and apparently the fact that he's breathless doesn't stop him from using his Commanding voice, his other hand sliding from Tony's hip to his stomach, fingers creeping towards Tony's cock almost tauntingly.

"Fuck," Tony moans, throwing one hand back blindly, grabbing at Steve's hip just for something to hold onto. "T- three days," Tony admits, voice nearly a wheeze, entire body tensing up and he's close, he's so close, thrashing and writhing in Steve's hold, tying in vain to shove himself back harder onto Steve's cock, trying to wiggle Steve's hand closer to his own throbbing cook.

Finally, finally, Steve's fingers close around Tony's cock and even as every muscle of Tony’s body clenches up hard, Steve tightens his hold on the chain around Tony's neck and quietly demands "are they heavy?"

Tony all out screams as he comes, orgasm wracking through him, entire body shaking so hard that Steve has to release the chain and clamp an arm over his chest to keep him in place. All Tony can do is whimper when Steve shoves forward, bares him down flat against the bed again, thrusting into Tony's trembling body, making him whimper weakly until Steve finally comes with a drawn out groan.

Tony huffs softly in protest when Steve sprawls out heavy half on top of him, but doesn't actually try to wiggle free as they lay there and slowly catch their breath.

"I missed you too," Steve says eventually, his mouth pressed to Tony's shoulder, voice lazy and blissed out.

Tony laughs softly, finally shifts enough that he can turn his head and grin at Steve. "Oh good, I was so worried," Tony says sarcastically and gets treated to Steve's sleepy laugh. Its one of Tony's all-time favorite Steve laughs. Tony is so busy smiling dopily that it takes him a second to notice the dog tags digging into his face, and even as he lifts his head to dig them free Tony feels a grin taking over his face. "So I'm keeping these, just for the record," he says seriously, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the raised words again.

"Good," Steve says, expression somewhere between fond and possessive. He reaches out and drags a thumb over Tony's throat, where Tony can already feel the little divots left by the balls of the chain digging in, then leans in to press a sweet kiss to Tony's lips. Good."

[maknaesdancersrappers]

day 29: stockings

member: doyoung

Doyoung’s concentrated look — brows furrowed, eyes closed shut, and lips sucked in — is always a sight for sore eyes. He’s lying on his back on the bed, arms folded up behind his head, as he relishes the feeling of your stockings dragging over his dick.

At this rate, you think you can make him come without even getting him inside of you. “Feel good?”

“Hmm.” He groans, jerking his hips upwards to press himself against your clothed pussy.

You hold back your moan; as much as you want to take off your stockings and panties, you just want him to feel good since he’s been taking care of you so well the past couple of weeks. It was both embarrassing and uncomfortable that you’re soaking through your cotton panties, but it’s something you can bear with until you get him off.

Reaching beneath you, you raise yourself up, momentarily disrupting his pleasure to rip open the crotch area of your tights just big enough to fit his cock. You slide him inside, guiding the head until the tip is at your lower abdomen and putting a little pressure for him.

“Fuck.” He gasps, languidly moving his hips to get a better feel of your soft panties on the underside of his cock and the rough, textured cloth on his head. “That feels great.”

You hold him against you, rutting over his hips with a faster pace, “Yeah?”

“Holy—” Doyoung chokes, his arms fly away from the back of his head to clamp his hands on your thighs. He thrusts in an even quicker speed than you, sensing his high on the horizon from what you had done. You put your free hand on his chest, purposely placing your thumb over one of his nipples to gently stimulate it.

His movements became erratic and suddenly, he stills; you look down to see him cumming. The hot, white fluid oozing through your dark stockings in short pumps. You moved your hand over his length, helping him milk out his ejaculation. After he catches his breath, he throws an arm over his eyes, “Give me a second and I’m going to eat you out, baby.”

You giggled, slipping his limp cock out of your stockings and lying beside him, “Take your time, babe.”