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[lunarbuck]

Kinktober Week 2: Formal Wear

header: @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: Formal Wear

Warnings: bucky is your ex bf, unwanted touching (by someone else, not bucky), sexual tension, oral (m receiving), smut (p in v), praise, pet names [dove, pretty girl, baby], light spanking, swearing, possessiveness

a/n: y'all...... you're not even ready for this

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You slide your hands down the smooth satin of your dress, relishing the way it glides against your skin. Tonight’s party is one you’ve been looking forward to for some time now, and you can’t wait to see the look on his face when you walk through those doors.

You’re dressed for revenge, and you don’t care how petty it is.

After a quick ride to the venue, you pause just outside the doors to the ballroom. You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders, before pushing the doors open. Your heels click on the marble floor, and you flash a smile at the familiar faces that greet you.

This isn’t your first Avengers gala, and it certainly won’t be your last, but tonight is different. Tonight isn’t about greasing palms and fake smiles. No, tonight is about one thing and one thing only.

Making sure Bucky Barnes knows just what he’s missing out on.

He broke up with you a week and a half ago. You spent the first week feeling like your heart had been ripped out and stomped on, unsure if you’d ever recover. The past few days, though, have been spent getting ready for this moment right here.

You find your way to the bar and order a vodka soda, letting your eyes wander around the room. You can tell the moment he spots you. His gaze licks down your back like fire, making you shiver. 

As you sip your drink, you feel someone approach, but you can tell it’s not Bucky. “You look gorgeous tonight,” a man tells you. At first glance, you don’t recognize him, but a moment later, you place him as an investor you’ve sweet-talked a few times before. His hand slides along your lower back, and you’re quickly reminded of how handsy he tends to be.

“Thanks,” you reply, cringing inwardly. 

“Wanna dance?” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, tugging you away from the bar and to the center of the front of the room where people are dancing. The bass thumps in your chest as you dance with Mr. Handsy, ignoring the way your skin crawls at his touch. 

A flash of metal catches your attention, and suddenly, he’s right there. Bucky Barnes, in all his tuxedo-d glory, stands just four feet next to you. He’s not dancing, not even swaying with the music. He’s just standing there, staring at you. 

Your body hums under his heated gaze. You watch his eyes drag over your figure and suppress a smirk. His eyes darken, and his tongue darts out, wetting his lower lip. 

Mr. Handsy presses himself against your back and slides his hands along your hips. Bucky’s eyes flash to the man touching you, and you see him clench his metal fist. He looks so fucking good right now, bathed in the low light. Bucky’s tux is perfectly fitted to his mountain-like, sculpted body.

You can’t help the desire that pools in your lower belly. Despite the way your brain is screaming, your pussy can’t seem to hear it. Even though he broke your heart, you remember how amazing he made you feel.

Mr. Handsy’s fingers brush your ribs, and you’re rudely snapped awake from your memories. You turn around in his grip and push against his chest, trying to put space between you and his unwanted touches, but his fingers tighten around your ribcage.

You open your mouth to tell him off, but you’re abruptly pulled backward and into a familiar, muscular chest. His cologne invades your senses, woodsy and masculine. Mr. Handsy frowns but ultimately decides that you’re not worth fighting the Winter Soldier over.

“You wear this dress for me?” Bucky’s low voice growls in your ear. You stand up straighter as his hands slide across your hips to your lower belly, pressing your ass against him. 

“No.” You silently curse the way your voice wavers, and you don’t have to be looking at him to know that Bucky is smirking. 

“Don’t lie, dove. You know you’re shit at it.” You bristle at the pet name, the one that has always made you swoon.

“‘M not lying.” Bucky’s metal fingers drift up your body, tracing between your breasts to circle your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, he wraps his fingers enough to remind you how much you liked it when he held you this way. 

“Little dove, you’re just asking for me to fuck the truth out of you.” You press your thighs together and shudder, wetness pooling in your panties. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to flaunt how well you’re doing in Bucky’s stupid, perfect face, get drunk, then go home feeling great. 

He isn’t supposed to be talking about fucking you, and you aren’t supposed to be grinding your ass against him. 

You shake your head, unable to come up with the words to tell him to fuck off.

“You know what I think? I think you got all dolled up just for me. You wanted to show me how big and bad you are, but all you’ve done is show me how much you miss me. That right, dove?” Your body betrays you, but the more time you spend in his arms, the less you seem to care.

Bucky gives the column of your throat a light squeeze, and your lips part on a gasp. “I bet you’re fucking soaked right now. If I slipped my hand into your panties right now, they’d be wet.” The slit of your dress goes high up your thigh, so high that he could do just that if he wants. Part of you silently begs for him to find out, for his fingers to drag over your clit. 

Without another word, Bucky slides his hand to cup the back of your neck in a possessive grip and guides you off the dance floor and toward the doors. You’re in a trance, hypnotized by his words and intoxicating presence.

Bucky walks you to the elevator bank, jabbing the number for the top floor, then turns to you. He towers over you, blue eyes blazing, and your breath catches in your throat. A bell dings, and he walks you backward into the open doors of the elevator. Your back hits the wall, and he leans over you, hands landing on either side of your head.

“You look good enough to fucking eat, dove,” he rasps. “You really gonna tell me you don’t want this?” Bucky slides one of his muscular thighs between your legs, pressing it where you need him most. “Gonna sit there and pretend you don’t want me?”

As much as you want to push him away, shout at him, tell him that he’s full of it, you know it’s a lie. You want him so badly you’re buzzing with it. You need him more than air.

When the elevator reaches the top floor, Bucky’s fingers circle your wrist, and he tugs you to his room, shutting the door behind you. The moment the latch clicks, you know you’re a goner. 

He approaches you slowly, and you try to keep the space between the two of you, walking backward until your legs hit the bed. You wobble on your heels and can’t catch yourself before your ass hits the mattress. 

Bucky stands over you, stealing your breath, as he slowly removes his tux jacket. He smirks, the look full of heat and hunger. His hands cup your jaw, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. You gaze up at him, unable to keep your eyes off his face. 

“So beautiful, dove,” he tells you. Without thinking, you slide off the mattress, knees landing against the plush carpet on the floor, so you’re kneeling in front of Bucky. He raises an eyebrow as your fingers fumble with his belt. You manage to tug it free, popping the button on his slacks before pulling the zipper down. 

You pull his cock out, not bothering to get rid of his pants, and you salivate. Before Bucky, giving oral was a chore, but with him, it brought you so much pleasure. That hasn’t changed, it seems. You drag your tongue over his tip before taking him into your mouth. Bucky’s fingers slide along your scalp, gripping your hair. You bob your head, taking him as deeply as you can, gagging when he hits the back of your throat.

“Shit,” Bucky groans. “Missed your fucking mouth, dove.” Your clit pulses at his words, and you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. Your tongue teases the vein on the underside of his cock, and you hum when he moans. 

You know Bucky’s body like the back of your hand, and when his hips jolt, thrusting his cock further into your mouth, you pull away. You can’t help but smirk at the disheveled look on his face. He was getting close, and you just ruined that for him.

“Wipe the smirk off your face, little dove. You’re gonna regret that.” Bucky hoists you up onto the bed, and you land face down, bouncing with the impact. His hands slide along your legs, pushing your skirt up to expose your panties. You shout when his fingers wrap around your ankles, tugging you backward until your feet hit the ground. With the height of your heels, your ass sticks out and up in this position. 

Bucky’s fingers trace along the outline of your panties, sending chills down your spine. He tugs the waistband, drags the garment down your legs, and helps you step out of it. Your mind spins as the cool air caresses your heated pussy. 

“You’re such a liar, dove. You’re soaked, and it’s all for me, isn’t it?” You clench the comforter tightly, trying not to squirm under his gaze. A light smack to your ass makes you yelp. “Answer the question, dove.”

“Y-yes,” you whimper. “It’s all for you.” Bucky chuckles and grips your hips until you feel his cock drag through the wetness between your thighs. 

“Your pussy knows who it belongs to, isn’t that right, dove?” You shake your head, hiding your face in the blankets, but that earns you another slap. “Don’t fucking lie to me, pretty girl. You and I both know how much your pussy fucking loves me.”

The tip of his cock presses against your entrance, and you stifle a moan. Bucky is big, the biggest you’ve ever had, and in just the week and a half you’ve been broken up, you’ve craved this more than you care to admit.

“You can tell yourself whatever you want, baby, but your perfect cunt is telling me all I need to know.” He slides into you, stretching your pussy around his cock, and you moan loudly. He doesn’t give you a moment to breathe or adjust. He just sets a brutal, deep pace and fucks you like he owns you. 

Bucky fucks you into the mattress, your back arching to take him deeper. You’re putty in his hands, unable to resist the pleasure he pours into your body.

“That’s right, dove,” he whispers huskily. “Take my fucking cock like a good girl.” Your pussy clenches when he calls you ‘good girl’, and you know he did it on purpose. He knows how much you love that. 

“You missed being my good girl, huh, dove?” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan, not caring how pathetic you sound. Bucky leans down, clasping the back of your neck with his metal fingers, and pushes you further into the mattress. Your orgasm comes barreling toward you, and though your mind screams at the betrayal, you fall over the edge.

“Shit, yes, dove. Come all over my cock. You’re squeezing the shit out of me, baby.” You shake with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you can tell Bucky’s getting close. His hips stutter, rhythm faltering as he fucks you harder and harder.

“Fuck, dove, gonna fill you up.” Bucky comes on a loud moan, squeezing the back of your neck tightly before pulling out. You feel his fingers drag along your inner thigh before pushing into your pussy, forcing his cum deeper inside of you. 

Your breaths are shallow as you come to terms with what just happened. As much as you wish you regretted it, you don’t. And as much as you hope this will be the last time this happens, you know it’s just the first. Bucky is your drug; you’re addicted. It’s going to take a long time before you’re able to quit him.

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Couples Getaway, Part 3 (Kinktober: Partner Swapping)

Series: Couples Getaway

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader, Dave York x Carol

Summary: This year, you vacation in Tuscany and change some rules

Word count: ~2.1k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: partner swapping (everyone is enthusiastically consenting), voyeurism, exhibitionism, PIV, oral (m and f receiving), I’m choosing to leave a little out for the sake of the “plot,” please DM me if you have concerns, but I think you’ll be ok

A/N:  When I saw “Partner swapping” on @flightlessangelwings kinktober prompt list for today – my wedding anniversary lol – I just knew that I had to revisit these four.  Happy anniversary @drillingkat, I hope you like this one as much as the other 2 ;-)  This probably could be read standalone, but would be better enjoyed if you’ve read the first two parts linked below.  Enjoy!

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You awake and stretch your body dreamily on the bed.  You smile contentedly to yourself as you take in your surroundings.  To one side, the view of the Tuscan hillside greets you through the doors of your veranda.  Rolling hills dotted with distinctive Italian cypress trees stretch as far as you can see.

On your other side, Marcus stirs and rolls away from you – one long, muscular leg stretching over the duvet.  Your gaze lingers on his tousled brown hair… the expanse of his back… the dip at the top of his bottom as it disappears under the covers.  You’re tempted to run your fingers down his spine just to watch goosebumps rise across his golden skin or slip your hand over the curve of his waist and wake him up hard and wanting.

But that’s when you hear them.

The now familiar sound of Dave and Carol fucking wafts in through the open doors along with the Italian breeze.

You swing your legs off the side and pad out onto your veranda.

Dave and Carol are on a lounge chair by the pool below you – naked and gleaming in the sun.

Beautiful.

You lean against the wrought iron railing to get a better view. The warmth of the morning sun heats your bare skin as arousal builds in your core.

In past years on this trip, the sexual escapades took place behind closed doors… except for the one night when you swapped partners.

Sure, you heard Dave and Carol fucking in their room, and they heard you and Marcus.  No one made any effort to quiet down.  You all readily admitted to how arousing it was.

This year, the four of you had decided to drop that barrier.  In your rented Tuscan villa, no room was off limits. No audience was discouraged.  It was wanton.  Hedonistic.  Fucking HOT.

You are caught up watching Dave and Carol’s lithe bodies tangle with each other, so don’t notice Marcus behind you until he slides his hands around your middle and kisses your neck.

You moan and lean into him.  His cock is already hard, nudging against your bare ass.  Pajamas have no place here.

“How nice of them to wake us up with a show,” Marcus mumbles low in your ear as his hands move upward to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples.

“Best alarm clock ever,” you whimper as one of his hands drops between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans against you as he kisses down your spine, bending you forward to grip the railing in front of you so he can slide into your soaked pussy.

You gasp at the stretch, so delicious without any prep.  Marcus swears as he bottoms out, gripping your hips tightly as you flutter around him.

He fucks you slowly, making sure you feel every ridge and vein of him drag against your walls.  You press back into him with every stroke, chasing friction as Dave and Carol reach a crescendo by the pool.

It doesn’t take long before Marcus’s powerful thrusts have you at the edge of orgasm.  You hear Carol come and follow quickly after her.  Marcus shudders to his climax behind you.

You stand and lean back against Marcus.  He pulls you into his broad chest as you catch your breath.

A quick morning fuck has only given you a little relief from the fire pooling in your belly.  A fire that has been steadily growing as this trip approached.

This year, it is up to you and Carol to initiate the partner swap and your men have no idea what’s in store for them.

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The four of you tumble, laughing, out of the hired car in front of your rented villa.  You and Carol had vowed to make sure the group didn’t go past tipsy on your wine tasting tour, but you certainly flirted with that line, as evidenced by Marcus and Dave bowled over with laughter and bumping into each other as they make their way up the steps and inside.  You don’t want anyone to be drunk, but a little liquid courage might be needed tonight.

You follow them in, rolling your eyes at Carol over your husbands’ antics.  The two men are so different, yet so alike in many ways.  You slip out of your sandals and walk barefoot across the cool stone floor admiring the view of the setting sun out the window.  The beauty of this place will never stop taking your breath away.

The owners managed to preserve the villa’s old-world charm – stone floors, wood beamed ceilings, creeping vines – while adding in modern conveniences – luxurious bathrooms, a gorgeous pool, a plush sitting room.  You head to the sitting room now.

Tonight is the night you and Carol have been planning.

Marcus tries to pull you down after him as you direct him towards the couch.  He’s been predictably handsy all afternoon.  The man loves you in a sundress.

You don’t allow him to pull you onto his lap.  Instead, you stand between his legs and take his face in your hands.

“You good?” you ask, looking deeply into his chocolate brown eyes and… he knows.  The haze of wine and sunshine that had been clouding his vision burns off in an instant and is replaced with a sparkle of excitement.

“Yes,” he replies enthusiastically.  You press a lingering kiss to his lips.  A promise that you are his and he is yours.

You pull back and see that Carol is also stepping away from Dave.  The two of you stand side by side facing the men on the couch.  It reminds you of that first night in the pool two years ago – you and Carol facing your men, about to change the group dynamics forever.

Adrenaline courses through your body – tingling from your toes to your fingertips.  The rush makes you dizzy.

Dave rests his elbows on his knees, eager and intense.  His dark gaze sweeps over you and you shiver despite the warmth of the evening.  Marcus sits up straight and excited at the edge of the couch, like a golden retriever waiting to be told he can have his treat.

You and Carol glance knowingly at each other, suppressing the excited giggles that threaten to bubble up.

You both begin undressing – shedding sundresses, bras, and underwear.  The men wait at attention for their instructions.

Once you’re standing fully naked in front of them, basking in their lustful gazes, you and Carol turn towards each other.

Carol reaches for your arm…

You tuck her hair behind her ear…

She presses her lips to your neck…

“Oh my god,” you hear Marcus’s strangled exclamation.

“Fuck yes,” Dave hisses beside him.

No one ever said which partners were swapping.

Arousal tingles across your skin.  Your nipples are already incredibly hard when Carol closes her soft lips around one.  You throw back your head and moan.  Her hand travels down to your mound and you wobble unsteadily on your feet as blood rushes from your head.

She guides you back gently to a chair and encourages you to sit.  Your eyes flicker open.

Dave stands before a still seated Marcus.  He has taken off his shirt and his pants hang open and low on his hips.  You can’t hear what he’s saying over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.  Marcus stares up at him entranced as he unbuttons his shirt.

Marcus nods.

Dave lowers himself to his knees.

Your cunt clenches.

You know Dave has been with other men and Carol with other women.  They both speak freely about it.  You and Marcus haven’t had the opportunity to explore those desires yourselves, having only discovered your adventurous sexual sides since you’ve been together.  You were both pretty vanilla when you met, but as the trust has grown between you, you’ve been able to indulge each other’s curiosity.  It has only brought you closer together.

Carol pulls your nipple back into her mouth as she brushes her thumb over your clit.  Just the tiniest of touches sends spasms of pleasure through your body.  You have been so worked up thinking about tonight that you’re already on the edge of orgasm.

You manage to open your eyes as she sinks a finger into your fluttering heat.  You want to see what the men are doing.

Marcus grips the couch cushion, panting, as Dave stokes lightly up and down Marcus’s long shaft.  He then lowers his head and takes Marcus’s cock in his mouth.

You clamp down on Carols’ fingers as your orgasm crashes into you.

“That was too easy,” Carol teases as she strokes you through it.  She watches her fingers disappearing into you and licks her lips.  You swear as she presses her tongue to your still pulsing clit.

Carol reduces you to a puddle of need with her tongue and fingers.  Marcus’s moans and the low rumble of Dave’s praises provide a swirling backdrop of need as you edge closer and closer to another climax.

When it does come, you surrender fully to the pulsing and throbbing of your core.

Shuffling sounds from the couch bring your back to yourself.  Dave stands fully naked in front of Marcus now, cock bobbing between his legs.  He runs his fingers through Marcus’s hair as Marcus looks up at him with puppy dog eyes.  He is once again a golden retriever waiting for his treat.

You watch transfixed as Marcus grips Dave’s hips, his thick fingers digging into Dave’s muscular ass.  Marcus drags his mouth the length of Dave’s thick cock before taking him inside.  Dave hisses and rocks his hips forward.

They’re so beautiful that you hate to look away – Michelangelo would have been inspired – but Carol has been so generous with you, and you want to return the favor.  You climb off your chair and direct her to lay back on the plush rug.

You run your fingers down her body, teasing her nipples, feeling your own tighten in response.  You swirl your tongue around the pretty pink peaks, sucking gently, then harder as she responds to you.

You taste your way down to her pussy, already glistening with arousal.  This is a new experience for you and you want to get it right.  Circle, press, suck… you find your rhythm and lose yourself kneeling between her legs, living for the sounds she makes and the way she rolls her hips.  

You startle when big, warm hands grip your uplifted hips.  The men have joined you on the rug.  Marcus is behind you, caressing your ass, looking both blissed out and desperate.

“Don’t stop,” Dave instructs from his position near Carol’s head.  “Make my wife come.  You’re doing so well, isn’t she baby?”  He caresses her face, and she nods.

“Let me suck your cock while I come,” Carol whimpers.  Dave positions himself so that she can take his weeping cock in her mouth.  She moans and he swears under his breath.

The desire to wreck Carol the way she wrecked you burns low in your belly as you resume your ministrations.  Marcus slides deep into your pussy and you whine against Carol’s wet folds.

He thrusts into you deep and slow, building friction gradually as you focus on Carol’s pleasure.  The debauchery of it all stokes the fire in your core.  The four of you reduced to tangle of limbs and primal urges.  Your very own bacchanal.

Soon, Carol is shuddering beneath you, crying out around Dave’s cock.

Marcus pulls you up and back against him, ramming himself faster into your wet heat.  You twist around to face him, pounding hearts touching, friction building, and dive in for a kiss.  The four of you mingle on your tongues.

It’s frantic and desperate.  Your bodies so familiar to each other, so good at finding the perfect angle and rhythm.  You drive each other higher, gripping hips and shoulders, searching for your release.

You reach your peaks together as Marcus babbles thank yous into your skin.

Thank you for helping him explore…

Thank you for trusting him…

Thank you for taking a risk…

Thank you for loving him…

Thank you for being his…

The world around you disappears as you look into the eyes of your husband – blissed out and adoring.  You trace over his gorgeous features with your fingers.  His angular nose, his sharp jaw, his swollen lips.  You’ll make plans for next year soon.  The four of you will travel somewhere exciting and have a week of glorious sex, but until then, Marcus is only yours and you are only his.

You couldn’t be happier.

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The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: vampires will never hurt you

prompt: stripping (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: alex/christine (as the seasons grey)

word count: 4306

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The memory of Chris still remained with her, even as she found herself in a particular part of town that she never dreamed she would ever visit. Christine's memory of her teen years was a blurred one, but therein lay the memory of having a slight curiosity about going to a place in that dark corner of the Bronx when she took the subway to visit Sabrina and her sister one afternoon. It was one of those things that had always piqued her curiosity whenever she heard about it in passing, and she even tried it when she was alone in her room, and more so after Chris' passing. It was something she had never thought she could do for another person, but merely because she found herself curious about it.

She had never considered it for herself before, and even when Alex entered her life. It was one of those things she did in private, and a few more times after she had moved into her own apartment. Her parents needn't know about it, and neither did her classmates or any friends she made along the way.

Christine peered out the subway window to the flashing lights that lined the tunnel, and she thought about all those times before when she did it in private.

That is until the train ran into something that she had never experienced before, even in all the years she had rode those trains. They came to a grinding halt right smack before the heart of the next terminal, but at least they were stopped before a plate of concrete and some benches.

The doors could open, but it wouldn't make any difference if anyone climbed aboard. All she heard was the train would be stopped for about an hour or so until they found out what happened. She was a ways off from the heart of the Bronx, and thus, she would be there for a while.

But there was a place right down the block from the subway station, and one that she never believed would be that close by in such a quaint part of town. She peered over her shoulder to ensure that no one was following her.

The red neon lights out front shone bright even though it was the middle of the afternoon and without a cloud in the sky as well, but she walked on over to the front door as if she was walking to the supermarket. There was a part of her that wanted to pull her hood over her head so no one would see her, but then again, this was a different neighborhood to her. No one there knew her, or what about of her intentions.

Christine was greeted by the fused smell of hooch and latex as well as the unmistakable smell of sex first. The black lights overhead made her green coat disappear into the darkness around her. She had become a ghost as she skirted along the side of the room towards the farthest corner away from the stages. Though it was the day shift, she still watched them stride about the stages in nothing more than their dainty little lingerie lined with lace and fishnets, and their nails as long as claws. She swallowed at the sight of the one closest to her, and one whom looked almost like her with her long dark wavy hair and shapely body: though Christine had lost some weight over the summer, she was still rather thick in comparison to this girl.

Her tall stilettos resembled to knives, and her legs were long and muscular. Christine never took her eyes off her little silk bikini, in particular the fact they were dark green the longer she looked at them, or the light little sheer top with the small buttons, either.

She watched her slowly unbutton, all the way down to her toned stomach and the waistband of her panties, and then she stooped down and showed off her chest to the three men by the edge of the stage.

Christine turned her head to watch another girl, a Puerto Rican girl with big curly hair this time, saunter over to a corner booth on the far side of the room to give the two men there a fondling with both hands before she gave each of them a lap dance.

She didn't have to hear any words said to her in order to have an idea.

All she needed was a taxi ride down to the Garment District for a little something special, and then the bus ride home. She needed to duck out of there, anyway, because she needed to save her cash money for that instead of paying the women in there, even though she knew in her heart that she owed them one.

Of course. That was it.

Sabrina would have to wait another day or two before she saw her again as she took the secrets she had learned back home with her by way of the next taxi cab followed by the next bus, all the way back down to Queens. Tomorrow was a new day at school, and one that she was eager to start with something new, and especially when she saw Alex again.

The day was going to be a special one because he had been given a brand new office, after months of having to share some table space in the teacher's lounge in the professors' wing of the school, being the adjunct he had been for what felt like forever up to that point. The word on the campus was that his new office was so small that he had barely any room for anything other than the essentials. Nevertheless, Christine brought with her the small potted succulent with the bright pink graft on top, and she stood before the narrow door with his name written on a strip of boxing tape on top. She nudged a lock of hair behind her ear before she raised her hand and knocked on the panel in front of her face.

“It's open,” he called out, and she opened the door with her free hand. He was kicking back in the chair with his feet up on the desk and a book plunked across his lap when she came inside, and his face lit up at the sight of her.

“Oh, hi! I wasn't expecting to see you there on the other side of the door.”

“I just wanted to swing by before my break ends and to say congratulations on your new office,” she told him as she handed him the plant.

“Why, thank you! It's actually a broom closet that was converted into an office, but it's something, though.” He cracked her a smile as he cradled the plant in his hands. “Something to liven the place up, I assume?”

“Of course,” she replied, and she left the door slightly ajar right behind her.

Alex's office was a cozy little room right at the very end of the line of offices on the bottom floor behind the registrar's office, just big enough for him, a small desk, a pair of chairs, and a couple of posters, one of Eddie Van Halen and the other of John Zorn, up on the wall behind him. He rested the succulent on the corner of the desk closest to her: the pale yellow light from above washed over the pink graft to where it almost resembled to a flower in full bloom in a garden, and he kept up the quaint little smile on his handsome face.

“I really wish there was a window in here,” he confessed. “Just so I can look out to the street and watch the rain and the snow. Although if I'm honest, I don't really do that much in here. I just come in here to kick back and read a book for a bit on my break between periods. I come in here to be alone for a bit.”

“You take naps in here, don't you?” she teased him.

“I haven't yet, no,” he replied with a shake of his head. “It's kind of hard to really stretch out my legs behind this desk here. It's hard enough to do it while I'm sitting upright.”

“You never lay your head down on the top of the desk and sleep?” she asked him.

“I never could do that, no,” he said with another shake of his head. “I have to be laying down flat on my back in order to fall asleep. Plus, it's only an hour, too, that's not really much of a nap. So... you know.” He shrugged his shoulders and bowed his head a bit. Christine showed him a little grin.

“It's only an hour?”

“Yeah.” He paused for a second, and then he squinted his eyes at her from behind his glasses. “Why? What're you thinking about?”

She let her tongue slither out from her lips at the sound of that, and then she pressed her hands to her hips to bring attention to her body.

“Don't tell me you're thinking about...” His voice trailed off.

“If you wanna,” she said with a shrug. “It's your call. You can... stimulate your mind for an hour, or you can stimulate something else for a few minutes.”

He chuckled at that.

“What?” she demanded.

“You're too much,” he said in a low voice.

“I'm too much? Is that what you said?”

“Look at this place, there's barely enough room in here for you and me let alone—” He flashed his eyebrows at her. “That! Sound travels in this particular wing of the school, too. Everyone is gonna hear us.”

“Are you sure?” she asked him.

“Positive. I hear conversations in the teacher's lounge all the time when I come in here. The lounge is only three doors down, too. Imagine the gossip.”

“I'm imagining it,” she confessed. “But I don't know if I care or not.”

He paused at that.

“Really?” he asked her in a low voice.

“Yeah. We'll get creative with it, too. We often are, anyways.”

“True. We certainly do.” He nibbled on his bottom lip. “I think the period's almost up.”

“I think it is, too,” she quipped. “But, you still didn't answer it, though.”

He swallowed and glanced down at the floor.

“Come on,” she insisted. “Next time you come in here, I want to make you come. I find myself thinking about you during lectures, anyway. Let's come in here to let off some steam and be alone for a while, if you know what I mean.”

“I do know what you mean,” he replied in a near whisper. “I know exactly what you mean. I just think about that one room in the cafeteria that we went to for a little round or two.” He paused for a second for a glimpse up to the narrow walls all around them, and if only she knew what he was thinking right then. “I've been needing some tissues in here, too, anyways.”

“So it's a deal?” she asked him.

“It's a deal,” he answered with a wink. “Maybe... tomorrow or Thursday when our schedules have that loophole again?”

“Thursday's good for me,” she replied with a hitching up of the strap on her book bag.

“Run along now, dear Christine,” he said as he propped his feet up on the desk again: she couldn't help but let her eyes wander down to the full shape of his belly as well as his hips. She always loved the way that his body looked whenever he sat down. “Don't be late to your art history class.”

“I won't,” she vowed, and she ducked on out of there and back to the hallway. She let the door close behind her as she made her way over to Miss Callaghan's class, right around the corner from the registrar's office as well as the professors' wing. She was eager to show him what she had learned from the joint up in the Bronx, and she knew for a fact that she was going to be rather creative with it. There was a part of her that was a bit disappointed that she never had the chance to show him what she had underneath for that day, but she returned home, and she found exactly what she was looking for in the very back of her closet.

It was unlike her to wear that baggy pink flannel top as well as those old faded jeans with the gaping holes in the thighs, but she figured to say that it was winding down to laundry day and she had nothing else to wear under her green jacket. Luckily for her, the cold began to sink over New York City again, just in time for the autumn, and she could wear it with ease.

In fact, when she strode into Alex's classroom, he raised his gaze from the podium and raised an eyebrow at the sight of the flannel as well as the old denim.

“This is new,” he remarked once she took her seat in front of him.

“I've had this shirt and these pants for a long time,” she explained to him. “I have to do laundry, too.”

“I kinda like it,” he confessed. “You look... very comfortable.” He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and he showed her a sly little smile.

If only she knew what he was thinking right then.

She had an inclination to undo the first three buttons on her shirt to tease him all period long, but she decided to save it for when their breaks overlapped, and they could have some time in his office together.

Indeed, once the time came, she made her way over there, that time with her hood over her head so no one in the registrar's office would see her.

She strode up to this door and gently knocked right underneath the paper tape with his name on it.

“It's open,” Alex called out, and she slipped inside right then. She caught him right as he stood over the edge of the desk, as if he had just come inside there.

“Man, you're quick,” he declared with a smirk and a slight chuckle.

“It's what I get for working out more over the summer,” she told him, and she tugged her hood off her head. She shook her head about so her ponytail emerged out of hiding down inside of her coat, and then she gazed on at him and the befuddled look on his face.

“You wanna have a little fun in here, don't you?” he teased her, as he nudged his glasses up his nose and took off his coat: he kept it on his arms to show her his chest as well as his belly, and she took her book bag off her shoulder and set it down on the floor next to the chair.

“Baby, you know it,” she replied, and she did the same thing with her jacket as well.

“So, how do we want to do this?” he asked her once he took his coat off all the way and draped it over the back of the chair. “Standing up? On top of the desk? Backs against the wall?”

“Have a seat,” she told him with a gesture to the chair beneath him. With a little shake of his hips, he took his seat with his hands rested upon his knees. “Put your feet up, too.”

He leaned back in the chair and rested his left foot first, followed by his right one on the corner of the desk closest to him.

Christine climbed up onto the desk, and the crown of her head nearly brushed the overhead light. But it was none of her concern as she spread her legs just enough for him to look up the holes on the insides of her legs. His lips parted a bit at the sight of her as she towered up above him. There was nothing to steady her should she lose her balance, but she took the strippers' word for it, and she envisioned a pole right next to her.

“Pretend this is your strip club,” she told him in a near whisper so no one outside the door could hear her. “And I am the one throwing you your bachelor party.”

He licked his lips at the sight of her as she spread her feet across the top of the desk: she gazed down at him and the shape of his body right beneath her. She licked her lips at the round shape of his belly and the way his arms accentuated his body as he kept them tucked in on either side.

“You really have such a beautiful body,” she told him.

“So do you,” he retorted.

“You're all—chubby and round,” she remarked, and Chris burst into her mind right then. “It makes me want to hold you and love every inch of you.”

His eyes grazed up the shape of her legs, from her bare feet all the way up her lower legs to her knees and her thighs: she watched his eyes lock onto the holes on the inside of her thighs.

“Keep you all to myself,” she added, that time in a breathy whisper. He hooded his eyes at her, and he nudged his glasses down the bridge of his nose for a better look at her.

“You would do that?” he asked her, also in a breathy whisper.

“For you, baby, anything.” She turned to the side so he could see her ass, shrouded in that faded old denim. Despite the holes on the inside of her thighs, it fit her rather snugly at the back, and she knew that it accentuated the shape. She took a step forward to strut as much as she could before she reached the edge of the desk, and she wheeled around so he could see her other side. She returned to the spot in front of him, and that time to unbutton the flannel shirt. She moved slowly down the buttons, and each one he raised his eyebrows a bit more, but she never opened the shirt to show him what lay underneath there. She took a glance down at his jeans, in particular the fabric over his crotch and the way it stretched a bit more. She glimpsed up to his face and his tongue as it slithered out from his lips.

He wanted it. And most of all, he wanted that feeling of being the small one in their whole affair. She could sense it, just from the look in his eyes, and the way that he never moved a muscle in the rest of his body away from that one part of his jeans. He gave himself to her all without doing anything.

“So, what're you gonna do, like give me a lap dance or something?” he asked her; he stopped dead in his tracks as she let the flannel slide right off her body. The soft fabric revealed the edges of her breasts to him, to which he raised his eyebrows at her. She let her tongue slither out from her lips as she exposed the very top edge of her nipples to him. Alex finally shifted his weight at the sight of her.

Her pants slacked around her hips, and all she needed was a few gyrations of them to take them off. He swallowed and shifted his weight again. No way out of that room other than through the door, and he was going to have to skirt around the desk just to get there. And most of all, he wasn't going to be able to do that without brushing against either of her legs.

She stooped over and the flannel fell right off her chest and her shoulders. Her nipples were taut and erect from the thought of being in there with him.

Alex breathed harder at the sight of her, and she knew it was the sight of her breasts as well as her shoulders. The way the light hit the curvature of her shoulders and the milky skin on top. The way that her dark nipples seemed even darker as the flannel slid further down her body towards her hips.

She clutched to the inside of the flannel just to further tease him.

The denim between his hips seemed even tighter than it was a few seconds before then. There was a part of her that wanted to let her jeans drop down to her knees, just to show him the lace panties she had worn to school that day. He breathed harder at the sight of her jeans, just hanging onto the tops of her hips for dear life. All she needed to do was gyrate them about to let them fall.

“What are you going to do to me?” he sputtered out, and careful not to fall over, she knelt down on one knee, followed by the other. He never lifted his gaze from her bare chest and the top of her stomach for a single second, and especially once she leaned forward to be face to face with him.

“I'm going to do what she could never give you,” she whispered to him, and she lightly kissed the full tip of his nose, which in turn brought a soft gasp followed by a low moan out of him. She stayed knelt down on the edge of the desk, and she reached down for the zipper on his jeans. She could feel the warmth of his flesh even as she hovered her hand there over him.

Carefully, she opened up his jeans and nudged back the band of his underwear to reveal himself to her. She steadied herself with one hand as she reached inside for a sweet caress of that taut, warm skin. He was fully erect, and she could give him a lap dance if she so wished and if there was enough space.

But she was more than happy to fondle him with nothing more than her fingers.

Alex himself meanwhile clutched at the wall with one hand and clung to the edge of the desk with the other. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back from the soft touches of her fingers and the palm of her hand. He parted his lips and let out a low whistle from the feeling.

Christine moved her chest in closer to his face, and he opened his eyes just in time to see her nipples.

“Tight as a cherry,” he breathed out, and she showed him her tongue. “Can I touch you?” His warm, round voice sank down to a light whimper, as if she had brought out the curious teenage boy in him once again. It was only for a split second, but she pictured Chris right there before her. Those brown eyes in lieu of the light ones that latched onto her like the deadly scorpion he was meant to be.

“Only if I can touch you,” she followed suit, and she ran the tip of her thumb along the very top of his head. She stuck her thumb nail into that tiny hole, which made him close his eyes once again. His mouth dropped fully agape from the feeling, and she knew she had him in the palm of her hand.

His body curled forward, and he breathed even harder.

“Oh, god—” He nearly choked out the words. She licked her lips at the smooth feeling of his delicate skin there. He was so firm and warm that she wanted to keep going with it. He opened his eyes again, and that time he reached for the flannel and tugged it off the rest of the way from her body. He buried his face in between her breasts, and he covered her skin in nothing more than kisses and little laps of his tongue.

She finally let go of him, and she held his head to her chest so he could take in the feeling and scent of her skin some more. She tilted her head back and giggled as his tongue and his cherry lips tickled her a great deal. She strove to keep her voice down, but she couldn't help it: he tickled her and it only made her hips buck at the feeling. She was so absorbed in the light feathery feeling of his tongue and his lips that she paid no attention to the fact that he had slipped his hand down her loose jeans to give her a fingering.

The next thing she knew, she gasped at the feeling of those long guitar player fingers right on the head of her clit, and then she panted from her heart racing within her. Alex lifted his head to show her that his glasses had become crooked, and his face was flushed; Christine glanced down to find that pearly white liquid at tip of his dick, right where her thumb had been not even a minute before. She held his head to her bare chest, and he clasped a hand to her bare belly.

“Sometimes all we need is some softness,” she pointed out. “We need not be so noisy.”

“Phew...” was all he could muster out right then.

“Let me get you a tissue,” she kindly said to him, and she reached behind her to the tissue box next to the succulent, which still remained erect despite her walking around atop the desk. “Clean up a little before the hour is up.”

“Please,” he begged in a broken voice, and he moved his hand off her belly to adjust his glasses.

[boredzillenial]

Fawktober 2023 Masterlist

This was so much fun! Thanks again to @flightlessangelwings for the prompt list this year!

Oct 1st: Impact Play with Jake Lockley

Oct 2nd: Bathhouse with Orestes

Oct 3rd: Exhibitionism with King John

Oct 4th: Thigh Riding with William Tell

Oct 6th: A/B/O with Max Phillips

Oct 7th: Slow and Soft with Marc Spector

Oct 8th: Cockwarming with Ezra

Oct 10th: Anal with Oberyn

Oct 13th: Anonymous Sex with Basil Stitt

Oct 15th: Free Use Against the Shower Wall with Miguel

Oct 17th: Praise Kink with Steven

Oct 19th: Voyeurism with Richard Muñoz

Oct 21st: Hate Sex with Blue Jones

Oct 23rd: Dirty Talk & More with Jack Jackson

[josiebelladonna]

kinktober 2023

my second time and i’m about… 10000000x more insecure in my sexuality 😪. this event and its interactions are for 18+ readers only. please please please please pay attention to the content and trigger warnings; these fics will be based on my current flagship fics, as the seasons grey, like blood from a stone, eerie inhabitants, and love is not enough:

seasons grey is a university au with a teacher-student dynamic at its core that’s as plump and ripe as an apple off the branch;

blood from a stone is a royalty/soulmate au that’s just based out of my own female gaze;

eerie inhabitants is a REALLY VIOLENT vampire au that i’m bringing back from the dead just for spooky season;

and love is not enough is a prostitute/street walker au that carries a bottle of hooch and lays on the ground with no bra on.

all four stories are sweet and emotional but also erotic because they pertain to my own personal sexuality (hence why i’m very nervous and even awkward saying this). nevertheless, please be advised!

A/N: *sigh* okay. i’m going to be honest with all of you, sexuality is a very delicate subject for me and it’s a daily battle for me, grappling with it in the goal to see it as this natural thing. just thinking about it makes me so… dirty and anxious and uncomfortable and deeply ashamed and misty-eyed and frustrated and kind of angry. i participated in kinktober last year and had some fun, and yet i struggled with feeling comfortable: now i feel like i’m sitting on gravel that’s been out in the sun. i’m not this confident, voluptuous vixen who is eager to share her fantasies with all of you: i’m a raw stinky-ass, dirty-ass troll under the bridge who feels the words “confident”, “voluptuous”, and “vixen” should come nowhere near me. i’m going to tell you this now, i am quite wordy, because that’s just how i roll with erotic writing, and i always feel that i have no right to feel sexy.

really, please be patient with me and try to enjoy. i won’t blame you if you cringe at my stories and laugh at it rather than with it.

these prompts are from @flightlessangelwings and @the-purity-pen, the latter of whom i remember from last year (i’ll try to remember the #fawktober tag 😅🔥)

i’m just going to give away the titles and the ships: i’ll leave the prompts themselves as a surprise for you.

“Conundrum” — Alex/Lilian (Eerie Inhabitants)

“Ashes to Ashes” — Alex/Christine (As the Seasons Grey)

“A Cup of Tea” — Joey/Chuck (Like Blood from a Stone)

“Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks” — Eric/Abby (Eerie Inhabitants)

“Rain” — Alex/Q/Jay (Love Is Not Enough)

“Rocky Mountains” — Eric/Christine (As the Seasons Grey)

“Shadows of the Night” — Joey/Chuck + Alex/Chuck + Chuck/Cliff (lol) (Like Blood from a Stone)

“3rd Floor” — Alex/Lilian (Eerie Inhabitants)

“Master of the House” — Alex/Q (Love Is Not Enough)

“Vampires Will Never Hurt You” — Alex/Christine (As the Seasons Grey)

“Different Colors Made of Tears” — Joey/Chuck + Eric/Chuck (Like Blood from a Stone)

“Death by Chocolate” — Alex/Jay (Love Is Not Enough)

“Devil’s Haircut” — Alex/Christine (As the Seasons Grey)

“I Could Have Lied” — Eric/Lilian + Mark/Abby (Eerie Inhabitants)

“Dirty Window” — Alex/Q/Jay (Love Is Not Enough)

“Coriander” — Alex/Chuck/Joey (Like Blood from a Stone)

“Lip Gloss” — Eric/Christine (As the Seasons Grey)

“Golden Ratio” — Alex/Lilian + Mark/Abby (Eerie Inhabitants)

“Neon Moon” — Alex/Q/Jay (Love Is Not Enough)

“Django Tango” — Alex/Christine (As the Seasons Grey)

“Salt the Wound” — Chuck/Cliff (Like Blood from a Stone)

“Doce Com Doce” — Alex/Jay (Love Is Not Enough)

“Icicle” — Mark/Abby + Rob/Abby (Eerie Inhabitants)

“One of These Nights” — Alex/Christine (As the Seasons Grey)

“Spirits in the Mist” — Eric/Louie (Like Blood from a Stone)

“Trial By Fire” — Alex/Q (Love Is Not Enough)

“7” — Alex/Christine (As the Seasons Grey)

“Delta of Venus” — Joey/Chuck (Like Blood from a Stone)

“Only These Words” — Eric/Abby + Alex/Lilian (Eerie Inhabitants)

“Call Me By Your Name” — Alex/Chuck/Chuck (Like Blood from a Stone)

“Fairies Wear Boots” — Alex/Christine + Eric/Christine (As the Seasons Grey)

[innaillus]

wait, i don't get it. why is it called fawktober? 🤔

I'm doing a different prompt list, not the "official" kinktober.

The author of the list requested participants to use this hashtag

[lunarbuck]

Kinktober Week 1: Thigh Riding

header by @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

WC: 917

Prompt: Thigh riding

Warnings: swearing, thigh riding, heavy petting, pet names [sweetheart]

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The front door slams shut, and you jump at the sound, the wooden spoon in your hand clattering against the counter. You quickly pick it back up, stirring the soup you've spent all day making. Lee thunders into the kitchen, heavy footsteps dragging slightly against the tile floor. 

You throw a glance over your shoulder, finding your Sheriff boyfriend settling in at the dinner table. He shrugs off his jacket and places his hat on the table, running a hand over his hair.

"How was your day, sweetie?" You ask, turning off the stove. Just from the way he walked in, you know it probably wasn't great, but if that's the case, he'll need to get it off his chest. It's better to ask and hear about it than for him to keep it all bottled up.

"This reelection shit is really getting on my nerves," he grumbles. "And Sandy…" You don't have to look at him to know he's rolling his eyes at the thought of his sister. "I don't even want to think about all the problems she's causin' me right now." You nod along with his words, serving up the soup into two bowls and grabbing Lee a beer from the fridge.

Your skirt swishes around your knees as you move around the kitchen. Lee likes it when you wear skirts, but honestly, you really like it too. You like the way they move, the way they hug your figure and smooth out the parts you don't love so much. As you set the table, you can feel Lee's eyes follow you around.

"Well, you're a shoo-in for the election, hun. No one pays Sandy any mind." Lee mumbles under his breath, probably disagreeing with you, but you don't bother to hear it. Lee's a stubborn man, and you know when to pick your battles. 

"Smells good," he says, watching you place a bowl of soup in front of him. He leans down and breathes in the aromatic steam, a pleasant smile spreading across his face. You move to step away, but his hand grasps your waist. "You're always takin' such good care of me, sweetheart."

"Well, you're out there keeping me safe, taking care of everyone else," you reply, resting your hand on his shoulder. "It's the least I can do." Lee tugs you down to sit on his lap, and you wrap your arms around him. He's always liked holding you at the end of a long day. Knowing that you're safe and sound relaxes him. 

You lean your head on Lee's shoulder as he tastes the soup. He moans his approval, digging in for more. You hadn't always imagined this life for yourself. Stay-at-home-girlfriend wasn't what you'd originally planned to be, but truthfully, you enjoy it. You know you want to go back to work soon, but that's a problem for future you. Current you is loving the way Lee's fingers squeeze your waist, the way he's enjoying something you made.

Before you know it, Lee's bowl is empty. He leans back in his chair and lets his eyes roam over your figure. He shifts the way you're sitting so your legs straddle his thigh, and your skirt rides up with the movement. You can't help but tilt your pelvis, relishing the slight friction of his muscular thigh against your clit.

"Sweetheart," he warns as he runs his hands up your legs. "Don't go startin' somethin' you can't finish." You grin, rocking your hips against Lee's leg and ignoring his stern words.

"Who says I can't finish this, Sheriff?" Your fingers trail down the buttons on the front of his shirt before landing on the bulge in his slacks. His grip on your hips tightens, increasing the pressure on your clit.

Lee's eyes are fused to the spot where you're grinding against him, and he pushes your skirt up higher to see more. You know your panties are soaked, the fabric sticking to your sensitive flesh. You're desperate for more contact, to feel the rough texture of his slacks against your pussy.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You look so perfect, riding my thigh with that perfect pussy." Lee's words make your clit throb, and you grip his shoulders tighter. "Lemme help you with that." He reaches between the two of you and tugs your panties to the side, and groans, running his finger over your clit.

Each grind against his muscular thigh sends sparks shooting through your body, and every brush of his finger against your clit sends you plummeting closer to the edge. Lee's eyes are dark and hungry, watching you take your pleasure from him. 

"Lee," you whimper, tugging his head closer to kiss him. The moment your lips find his, he's devouring you. His tongue slides against yours, and you speed up your movements on his thigh. His fingers dig into your flesh, guiding your hips closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me and show me how perfect you are." His voice is raspy and deep, desperate. Your whole body tightens, and you hold your breath as you come. Lee watches with hooded, lust-filled eyes, drinking in the sight of you.

As you come down from your high, Lee hooks his arms under your ass, picking you up. He starts toward the bedroom, and you cast a glance at your bowl of soup, long gone cold.

"I'll reheat it, and you can eat it in bed, sweetheart. Let me take care of you first."

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[lunarbuck]

Kinktober Week 2: Double Penetration

header: @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Word Count: 802

Prompt: Double penetration

Warnings: smut (p in v), double penetration, fingering, oral (f receiving), swearing, pet names [baby], praise

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Bucky presses you down on the mattress, the bulk of his body covering yours as he kisses you passionately. “You really think you’re ready?” You nod, eyes twisting shut as his hands roam over your body.

“She seems to think she’s ready, Buck,” Steve whispers, running his hand along Bucky’s spine. “Why don’t we let her show us.”

Bucky is on you in a flash, kissing and nipping along your neck and collarbones. Steve’s hands drift over your body, squeezing and massaging. The two men work you up until your head is spinning with need, just the way they like you.

It doesn’t take long for metal fingers to trace along the seam of your panties, cool against your heated body, and you gasp at the temperature difference. Bucky grins down at you, loving how responsive you are.

Together, Bucky and Steve work your panties down your legs and begin to take you apart with their fingers and tongues. It overwhelms your senses, feeling so much all at once, but the two men keep you grounded in the moment with words of praise and love.

You can feel nervousness and excitement in the air. The three of you have been working up to this for quite some time now, and you can tell they’re eager. They work hard to bring you to the edge, heat tightening in your belly.

“Please,” you whimper, tangling your fingers in Steve’s hair. “Please fuck me, Stevie.” He moans against your pussy and smiles, circling your clit with his tongue. Bucky’s fingers curl to hit the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back, and the band in your belly snaps. Steve pulls away and watches you come undone, clearly pleased, before guiding Bucky away.

You hear shuffling and the tearing of wrappers, and a moment later, Steve helps you into the position he wants you in. He lays down and guides you on top of him, and you line his cock up with your entrance. Bucky kneels behind you, kissing the soft skin of your shoulder.

“You’re gonna look so fucking pretty taking both of us,” he whispers in your ear. You grin, sinking down on Steve’s cock. He groans, gripping your hips with his big hands, guiding your movements.

Bucky slides his fingers down your body, feeling where Steve is pumping inside of you. You shiver when he adds a finger alongside Steve’s cock. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this to you, stretching you and getting you used to the feeling, but you know this time will end differently.

You take deep breaths while Bucky adds another lubricated finger, and Steve helps you through it by sliding this thumb over your clit, gently teasing it.

“I think she’s ready,” Bucky says to Steve, the two men exchanging a heated glance. Electricity thrums through your body, anticipation thick in the air. Bucky removes his hand, and Steve steadies you, halting your movements.

You rise up until just the tip of Steve’s dick is inside of you, and Bucky lines himself up, biting down on your shoulder. Four hands grip your body, easing you down. The stretch burns, and you screw your eyes shut, but those hands tease and graze over your clit and nipples, bringing you pleasure right along with the pain.

Bucky and Steve both hold their breaths, holding themselves back while you adjust to the feeling of taking both of them. You release a loud moan when they’re fully inside of you, and your whole body shakes at the sensation.

“So. Fucking. Perfect.” Bucky rasps, thrusting his hips with each word. Steve groans, biting his lip to the point where he draws blood. They work in unison, pumping into you with measured thrusts, but you can tell the longer it goes on, the more their control is slipping.

“Please, please, please,” you whimper, your mind melting into a puddle of pleasure. You’re putty in their strong hands.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Steve praises. “Look so perfect taking both of us.” Their careful pace stutters, and as if a switch has been flipped, they both begin to rut into you with deep, hard thrusts. Your body hums, succumbing to an orgasm that takes you by surprise. It drags you under, stealing your breath, and all you can do is hold on as Steve and Bucky follow you under.

The two men ease you onto the bed before they dispose of their condoms. You suck in deep breaths as you come down from the high. Bucky and Steve lay down, one on either side of you, and press kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and nose. They hold you close, warming you with their bodies and whispering to you how proud they are, how much they love you, how perfect you are for them.

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Kinktober Week 1: Phone Sex

header: @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

Word Count: 692

Prompt: Phone Sex

Warnings: phone sex, swearing, masturbation, pet names [baby, sweetheart]

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Your phone rings, and you look around on the bed for the offending device. You try to have at least two hours of screen-free time a day, and today, you’ve spent that time reading. Your book rests against your chest as you see Sam’s photo flash on your screen. 

“Hello,” you grin. When Sam is off on a mission, he rarely has time to call, so you relish each opportunity to hear his voice.

“Hey, cutie, what’re you up to?” You can hear the roar of an engine in the background. He probably just got off the jet. Heat blooms in your chest, knowing that his first thought was to call you.

“Trying and failing to curb my screen addiction, what about you?” Sam laughs, the sound warm despite some distortion from the speaker. 

“Just thinkin’ about my girl.” You don’t miss the slight rasp in his voice, the way he practically growls the words. That heat in your chest migrates, warming you all the way to your belly. You press your thighs together, giving your clit the slightest bit of friction.

“Yeah? What about me?” Through the phone, you can hear Sam’s footsteps pick up speed before a door slams shut. His breaths come out ragged and rushed. He’s just as worked up as you are. Your book slides off your chest, falling shut, but you barely even notice.

“Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” A smile tugs at your lips while you trail your fingers down your body underneath the blanket. “I’m thinking about your perfect body, your soft skin. The way you fit so perfectly against me.” You trace the band of your sleep shorts, gently teasing yourself the way Sam always does. It’s not quite the same, but with the rasp of his voice in your ear, you can almost imagine that he’s here.

“I wish you were here,” you whisper, dipping your fingers into your shorts to slide over the fabric of your panties. 

“Me too, baby. I’m so fucking hard right now. I love the way you suck my cock. Love how you look with my dick in your mouth, so fucking beautiful.” You hear the snick of a zipper on the other end and shuffle your shorts down your legs. “Are you gonna touch yourself, baby? You gonna make yourself feel good until I get home?”

You whimper in response, circling your clit with your finger.

“Such a good girl for me, sweetie. If I were there, you know I’d be in between your legs, eating that perfect pussy of yours. I’d slide my fingers inside and warm you up for my cock just the way you like.” Your fingers follow your imagination, pressing inside your warm entrance. They’re not as big as Sam’s, but you still moan when you hit those spots.

“You sound so beautiful, baby. Keep fucking yourself on your fingers, just like that. I’m aching for you, sweetheart.” Your fingers are slick as they slide in and out of your pussy, but you want more. You manage to hit the speaker button and position your phone on your pillow to free up your other hand. You circle your clit while you fuck yourself, the sensations slowly working you toward your orgasm.

“Sam, I need you,” you moan, wishing it was his cock filling you, stretching you. You wish he was here, pressing you down into the mattress with his big, calloused hands. You wish you were grabbing onto his muscular shoulders, hanging onto him for dear life.

“I need you too, baby. I need you to come for me, please, baby. Need to hear you come.” You apply more pressure to your clit, imagining it’s Sam, and you screw your eyes shut. His cologne lingers on the pillow, and you inhale deeply as your orgasm barrels toward you.

You come moaning his name, electricity shooting through your body. Sam follows close behind, rasping your name as he comes. You suck in deep breaths and go limp against the mattress. 

“Shit,” you giggle, smiling to yourself. “Somehow, I miss you even more now.”

“I’ll be home soon, baby. Promise.”

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The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: death by chocolate

prompt: formal wear + glove kink (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: alex/jay (love is not enough)

word count: 3064

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this was literal torture trying to write up. really, i phoned in this one, and i don't think i can do any more after this. i keep looking at all my kinks—i just… i have so many of them. there’s so many that it’s embarrassing. i feel so bad for all of it. in fact, i hate that i’m so kinky. it’s just… it’s too much. IT’S TOO MUCH, I CAN’T DO IT.

i cobbled this together and tried to make some sense out of both prompts. i’m so weird and disgusting that i wouldn’t blame you if you hate/laugh at this or any kinky thing that has ever come out of me. in fact, i'm so disgusted with myself that i don't have the gumption to put up a picture of alex. i suck so much at this, i’m sorry.

The taro root broach on Jay's hat was something he simply could not take his eyes off of. The way the petals seemed to glitter and sparkle under the lamp light of the hotel room, or the lamps that lined the side of the street, and he found himself thinking of Hawai'i every single time. Indeed, there was one point in which she stepped into the shower one morning and he found the chance to fondle the edges of the petals with nothing more than his fingertips. No way he could do it when either she or Q were in the room with him: it would be too much to think about, too much to face up, and bore too much of an explanation as well.

As the water whirred through the pipes in the wall, he sat there at the little table right next to the dresser in the hotel room with her hat cradled in his hands, and the pads of his thumbs on the edges of the flower: the leaves grazed against the spindly backs of his hands as if to tickle him in a way he never expected to happen. The black coral streams jutted out from the bud of the flower itself, in all of their roughness and all of their pointed glory. He thought about bringing the flower itself to his nose for a whiff of the scent, but he remembered it was nothing more than a broach rather than an actual flower.

But at one point, he closed his eyes and better caressed the flower with the very tips of his index and middle fingers: there was something so inviting about it, something that made his imagination wander about without even intending it to happen in the first place. The shape of the flower made him think of the shape of her lips as well as the way her hood looked whenever she was in the mood for a fingering or the swipe of his tongue.

The water stopped and he opened his eyes. Q was out some place there in Cardiff, and thus, he and Jay had the day together as well as a thousand Welsh quid in her pocket and a mind full of bad ideas. He set her hat back down on the table, but before he stepped away from there, he picked it up one last time, that time to take a whiff of the inside. It smelled of perfume, soap, and with a hint of sweat: it smelled of Jay and the way she thought about Hawai'i.

He returned to the bed as if nothing happened, and he put his feet up and leaned back against the headboard so she wouldn't have to know that he was over there. When she surfaced from the bathroom, wrapped in a soft clean red silk bathrobe and with a clean towel wrapped up on top of her head, he showed her a little smile and a flick of his bare feet.

“Look at you, looking like such a good boy,” she remarked.

“Good Jewish boy, as my mom would say,” he retorted back to her. His eyes wandered down to her bathrobe, and he thought about wearing something of red silk as well. Jay stood there at the foot of the bed, right by his feet, and with her hands pressed to her hips.

“What'chu thinkin' 'bout, Tevye, baby?” she asked him.

“Thinking about... what the two of us should do while Q's on business,” he replied.

“You wanna walk around, don't you.”

“We're in Wales, my darling blue Jay,” he insisted. “The couple of times my band and I have been here before, we liked it. We like the United Kingdom as a whole, actually. But Wales in particular.”

“Why is that?”

“I don't really know. I do know the crowds over here can get pretty wild. When we come to the British Isles, it's always a party, especially with Wales. But yeah—” He ran his fingers through his inky black curls and sat upright away from the headboard, and he wiggled his toes to her. “Let's both get dressed, and then we'll walk around this neighborhood here. There's a clothing store near here, and I really would like a new jacket especially.”

“Did you bring one?”

“Always, especially since it's so rainy over here in comparison to New York and California. But what I mean is... a nice jacket. Like, something I can wear to dinner when I go back home for Hanukkah coming up here.”

“Oh, I see! You know, I think I'd like something new, too. I've got money, after all...” She reached down and held onto his right foot with nothing more than her fingers. He tugged it back away from her with a slight chuckle, and she stood there with a squint to her eyes for a whole minute. She then turned away from him and towards the closet over by the door of the hotel room: the mirror across from the bathroom door allowed him to see her from behind. All it took was a single glimpse of her bare back and the backs of her legs to have his mind going again.

He watched her get dressed, and he thought about what she could wear once they were alone again in that room.

Once he had changed his shirt and put on his shoes, they headed out to the rainy street to the clothing store in question, right down the block from their hotel and even further away from the airport. He kept his hands tucked into his jeans pockets as they walked together with the fine misty rain all around their heads and shoulders: he thought about what sort of coat he could wear when he visited his parents again as he held the door for Jay and that sparkling tarot root broach atop her head.

There was one coat in particular that caught his eye, the black one over by the cash register that looked to be made of soft fine suede. He wandered over to it and fingered the lapels with both hands. Jay strode on past him to a little black leather jacket on the rung opposite from him.

“I really, really want to try this on,” he told her.

“Then try it on,” she insisted, and he took the jacket off the hook, and he slung it around his slender little body. The warm suede exterior felt so soft and inviting to him as he caressed it down with the palms of his hands; meanwhile, the plush red wine colored velvet inside only made him want to wear it out on the street to show off. He knew he wasn't going to wear it outside from the dark skies out there, but he could wear it to his parents' house as well as back to the hotel room when he and Jay found themselves alone again.

“How does it look?” he asked her as she slipped on the leather jacket part of the way: the shiny silver hooks on the front hugged the hourglass curvature as if it had been made specifically for her body. The one underneath her breasts only made them raise higher than they actually were, as if she wore a corset, and as a result, he imagined her in a lace camisole underneath that jacket.

“You look really soft,” she remarked. “In fact, I'd get a silk shirt with that if I were you.” She flashed him a wink, and he glanced up to the taro root on her hat. He fingered the lapels again and the feeling of the suede only made him want more to be on his body. More suede and silk, more feeling.

He soon found out that the jacket came with matching pants, and all he needed was the silk shirt in question. Soft white silk to lightly wear on his little body; when he showed it to her outside of the dressing room, she held onto the buttons on his collar and undid the top three to show off the smooth skin and fine dark hair on the top of his chest.

“There we go,” she remarked as she gently tugged on the bottom of his shirt as it rested snugly against his slender waist. “There's the nice, stylish Jewish boy that I've been looking for.”

“You've been looking for?” he teased her, and she flashed him a wink.

“I'll take it then,” he said with a toss of his hair and a little sway of his hips.

When they returned to the hotel room, and Q still wasn't back yet, he changed his clothes into those new ones. He left his hair down to better accentuate everything, and he spritzed a bit of cologne on the side of his neck. He returned out to the room to find that Jay had put on her new leather jacket as well as a pair of black lace gloves without the fingers.

“Whoa,” he breathed at the sight of the gloves. She also had put on some leather pants which lightly hugged her hips and thighs, and nearly glittered in the lamp light. He had never seen them before, at least not these as they had a bell shape to the bottom hems: Jay gently tugged on the lacy bottoms of her gloves, and she let the cuffs of her own jacket hold onto them to where it all looked like a single piece of fabric. With her hat upon her head, she looked ready to dominate him.

“Oh, my,” he was taken aback by the sight of her.

“Like what you see, baby?” she asked him as she rested her hands on her chest. She slid her hands down the front of her body down on her thighs, and he swallowed at the sight of her. His nice suede with her dark leather, as well as that broach atop her head, only made him freeze with his back to the wall.

“I want us to keep this look forever,” he said to her. “In fact, I could get used to this right here.” He gestured to her full leather outfit, but he kept his eyes on those gloves. That pure black lace that seemed to beckon him more than the leather itself.

“I love this look on you, actually, baby,” she confessed to him with a gesture to his ensemble. “This nice jacket and this nice shirt, and the way your hair is cascading down from your head to where it looks like water... so very handsome.”

“Handsome?” he sputtered out with a slight chuckle.

“Yeah. Very handsome. Kind of... dare I say, sexy.”

“You like some nice clothes on me, don't you?” he teased her as he adjusted the lapels of his coat.

“I do. You look so—dapper and dishy, with all of your long beautiful hair and your beautiful body...” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes wandered down the shape of his body as if she was about to undress him right then and there.

“I must say, you pull off smooth black leather rather splendidly, darling Jay,” he told her. “Black leather and—” His eyes wandered to the lacy black gloves on her hands. “—black lace as well.” She raised a hand and flexed her fingers right in front of his face. “Those look new, too.”

“They are,” she replied, and she inched closer to him so he could have a better look at them. “I thought I'd get myself some lace with all the good money Q and I have been making together.”

He nibbled on his bottom lip as he pictured those two girls donned in nothing but that black lace, black lace bodysuits paired with those gloves. Jay cracked him a sly smile and she flashed an eyebrow at him so he could see the twinkle in her eyes.

“You like the gloves, don't ya, big boy,” she teased him, and he swallowed at that.

“I do, yeah.”

“I don't know if I want to wear these to dinner, though,” she confessed as she turned her hand over to examine her wrist. “I think about the humble British food and how it would seem out of place to wear these gloves to something like that. Plus, there's you and the suede and the rain. It's a shame because—I really want us to look good for tonight, especially once Q comes back. You know, I—” She cleared her throat and locked eyes with him. “—would like to surprise her.” Her eyes dropped down to his lips and his neck, and he noticed she was checking out his throat as well as his collar bones. She inched even closer to him, that time with a hand pressed to his chest.

“What're you thinking about?” he asked her in a near whisper.

“Thinking about this... beautiful neck of yours,” she replied with a stroke of his collar bone. Indeed, the lace was smooth and delicate, and he could tell that it was fresh out of the dryer as well from the lingering fresh scent of it. A shiver ran down his spine at the feeling of her fingers there. Something about the gloves made him shiver already, but when she touched his bare skin, he couldn't help but shiver some more. “There's a part of me that wants to choke it.” He swallowed at that, and she moved her thumb up to his Adam's apple.

“Now, if you choke it, I won't be able to breathe,” he pointed out.

“You know, I've choked a couple of clients and they were able to have these huge orgasms,” she told him. “I mean, huge.” The way she said “huge” brought a slight pit to his stomach: that intimate feeling he was all too familiar with whenever either of these two girls locked eyes with him.

“Here... I'll just go slowly,” she suggested to him. “I'm not gonna do anything extreme or anything that makes you feel uneasy. You know how we roll, dear Tevye.”

He closed his eyes and parted his lips as Jay gently held onto his neck with both hands. He could still breathe as she lightly stroked his skin with those lace clad pads in all their cleanliness. Clean hands, and yet she was about to take him under with one single flick of the wrist.

He held still with his back to the wall and his hands pressed flat on either side of his hips. Jay stood up on her tiptoes to reach him all the way, even though she could hold his throat with ease by standing on her flat feet. He could feel himself going under from the feeling of her thumbs there. She tightened her grip even more, and that time he pursed his lips together as if he was about to fall asleep. She kept on stroking that tender part of his neck to where his body shuddered and shook. He may have cleaned up rather nicely prior to showing up, but she was about to make him a dirty dog again.

He pinched his eyes shut. He swore that his chest was about to explode from holding his breath for so long, and more so with those soft hands around his neck as well. It was driving him crazy and so quickly as well.

Jay let go of him, and he let out a low euphoric moan. His head flopped down onto his shoulder, and his hair swept across his face like the streamers from a flag.

“Did you come?” she asked him. “Did you do it?”

“Huh?” he sputtered out as his eyes drooped open.

“Did you come in your pants?” she asked him again.

“I don't think I did,” he replied, out of breath.

“Let me try again,” she coaxed him, and before he could have a word in, she clasped her thumbs onto his throat again. He once again closed his eyes and held his breath. She lightly stroked his Adam's apple, and the way her thumbs caressed him down made him think of feathers. He tried to gasp for air but she had too much of a hold on him, even though she only held onto him by the lightest of touches. He instead held his breath again, and he swore that time he could feel it between his legs. Not enough breathing, and his heart pounded inside of his chest as a result.

That time, he could feel himself firming up. She was making him rise even without even so much as touching him below the belt. He gasped for air that time, but she pressed harder on the sides of his neck, and to the point that even he could feel his own pulse inside. His own pulse as it rose through the roof. His own pulse as his heart pounded even more inside of him.

He curled his toes inside of his shoes.

He tried to knit his knees together, but he had too much in between his thighs.

Jay finally lifted her hands off his neck and he groaned even louder. He could feel it inside of his pants. She had made him do it even without actually putting her hands below his belt. He leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor: he knew he was going to have to clean the inside of his underwear anyway, but he never thought she would make him do that. She sank down next to him and put her arm around his waist: that same lace right above his right hip that found its way to the delicate part of his neck, and he had no idea where to go from there.

“Do you think maybe you can wear this tonight when Q comes back?” she asked him in a light whisper right into his ear.

“What, the jacket?” His voice broke and his eyes drooped closed, even though his heart continued to pound away in his chest.

“Yeah. I think she would like it, just like how I like it.”

He rolled his head over the surface of the wall for a look into her eyes. “Are you gonna wear the gloves?”

“I'll never tell,” she said with a wink and a light kiss on the side of his face.

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The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: rain

prompt: table sex + threesome (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: alex/q + alex/q/jay (love is not enough - prostitution/strippers/fugitive/erotic friendfiction/self-insert in a vague sort of way/noir-ish? au)

word count: 3748

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“Oh, Mom, Hawai'i is beautiful. It's humid and pretty warm, even now in November, so like... I can't really move around that much. But I'll take lots of pictures, though, all for you and Dad.”

He stood next to the phone booth behind the bend in the dirt road, the one that looked out to the ocean. Then again, there were so many places on the Garden Isle that gave him such a panoramic view, one that he simply could not replicate in either California or New York City. The palm trees fluttered in the warm tropical breeze while the sun wafted through the fine mist that hung around the shores of Kaua'i: he had gone out in a light, creamy white button up shirt which he left all the way undone just to feel the wind and the mist on his bare skin, as well as a pair of navy blue board shorts. He left his long black hair down so it would twirl about in the wind: the little plume of gray hair at the crown of his head fluttered as though he had his head still up in the clouds.

After he bode his mother goodbye for now, he hung up and picked out the spare pennies from the coin slot before him. Jay and Q were back in the hut, but he was eager to head out for a bit and spend some time to himself: it was the first time he had ever been to Hawai'i, let alone on his own with two girls, and thus, a good chance to acquaint himself with the place, namely the most picturesque of the islands. He stepped out from under the phone booth to feel that mist on his chest and his stomach: the lapel of his shirt fell off part of the way to show off his shoulder and his collar bone.

The sun faded in from the mist, and he took his sunglasses out of his shirt pocket and stuck them upon his face. As he walked along the sidewalk, he tucked his hands into his shorts pockets and let the sides of his shirt billow out from behind him. It all felt so good on his bare skin as well as through the roots of his hair, such that once he reached the bend in the road for that view of the ocean, he rested his hands on his stomach to feel the warmth.

He never really considered himself that much of a beach bum before, but he could feel it within him right then.

If only those two girls could feel it for themselves: the warmth of his skin as well as the fine texture of the line of hair down the middle of his chest.

If only he could have them there with him there on the beach, with all its marbled black sands. They were there a week, and thus, plenty of time to walk on that warm, volcanic sand. He watched the breakers, which were a bit larger in comparison to earlier that day when they checked into their hut back at the campground, as well as a few surfers out there in their wet suits, and there was a part of him that wanted to join them even though he had never done it before. A break in the mist allowed the sun to wash him in that warmth some more before he made his way down the rest of the road for some more exploring. Small houses lined the sides of the pavement, to which he pictured himself running some sort of establishment with those two girls at the helm.

A little sex on the beach earned for the good people of Hawai'i.

There was just something about walking about those neighborhoods with his shirt open and his skin exposed to that warm air, something that he never got to experience back home in California or in New York City: it brought out a good feeling from inside of him. For a moment, he had become the only Jewish beach bum in the entire archipelago, and though it was a small, somewhat fleeting feeling, the mere thought of that aroused him.

The sun dipped back into the bank of mist by the time he doubled back towards the campground, and the bank itself had thickened into cloud cover. It was the time of year when the rains began to come into Hawai'i with a vengeance, and he could feel it in the air around him. Nevertheless, he kept his shirt open as he strode on up to the front steps of the hut, where he was met with Q, who wore a black bikini and a lacy light red cover about her waist.

“Aloha e ku'u aloha,” he greeted her once he entered within earshot.

“Huh?”

“Hello, my love,” he repeated.

“Hello, darling,” she said with a hand on his chest and her lips on the side of his face.

“Where's our darling blue Jay?” he asked her.

“She went into town to get some things to eat for tonight. Did you call yo' mama?”

“You know I did. I also walked down to the beach—maybe when it gets sunny again, the three of us'll go down there for a good time, if you know what I mean.” She giggled at him and gently patted his chest. She then gasped and snapped her fingers.

“Oh, I got something for you! It's actually from the front desk but I'm the one giving it to you.” She led him back into the hut, a cozy space of reinforced straw and palm fronds with two extra rooms at the back and a pair of bunk beds on either side of the front room. Right in the middle of it all stood a small table next to a stand with the telephone as well as a cozy bright blue couch. Q swayed her hips as she walked over to the main table and picked up the lei with the little bright purple flowers, bright green beads, and long green mokihana leaves, to which she turned towards him and held it for him.

“Only the most purple lei for the bestest boy,” Q said with a sly smile on her face. He bowed his head to accept the lei around his neck: the leaves and the flowers were soft on his skin, and he closed his eyes and took in the soft aroma of the flowers before him. He could feel one of the leaves right above his belly button, and Q was quick to notice as well.

“Oh, you look so cute,” she remarked. “Kind of delicate, actually.”

“The one Jewish guy in all of Hawai'i, I would think so,” he said with a sly smirk. She leaned in for a soft kiss on his lips, followed by a second one and third one. He parted his lips and let out a low whistle from the feeling, and more so as she ran her fingers down his chest to his belly. Her skin on him sent a chill up a spine, despite the warmth and humidity of the tropics. Indeed, the sight of her there before him, wrapped in her bikini and that lacy cover up to accentuate the curves of her body, was enough to bring more blood between his legs.

“You look so ravishing, my dear,” he noted, and he lowered his voice to a near whisper.

“So ravishing compared to a soft boy,” she retorted, and she showed him her tongue.

“You wanna—?” he offered her with a raise of an eyebrow.

“Where?”

“On the table?” he suggested, and she smirked at that.

“Let's make it quick, though—she'll be home soon—” Before she could say anything else, she reached down inside of her bikini bottom, and he could feel that she had freshly shaved: her bare skin, as smooth as porcelain, only made him shiver more. All it took for her was one finger from him.

Q gripped onto his shoulders and twirled him around onto the table behind her. He landed on his back with his head over the far edge, and he just missed the head of the chair. Using one hand, she tugged down his trunks to find he was already firming up. She rubbed her hands together and gently massaged him to make him rise even more. She moved so slowly, but to him, she may as well have been moving at blistering speed, especially once he could feel that his erection was the hottest it had been since the encounters in New York. He felt the thin latex over his skin, and he knew he was ready to go.

He held onto the edges of the table to steady her as she climbed on top of him: her knees on either side of his hips as she slowly rode him along. He locked eyes with her, and he thought about reaching up to take off her bra for her, but her nipples showed through the filmy fabric, and that alone was enough to make his heart pound even more. She rode him even harder, and he treated her to those little whimpers from the back of his throat.

He knew was going to come. He knew that Kilauwea would have to erupt, and once she leaned forward for a kiss on his chest, he could feel it, and he let out a low euphoric moan all the while. Q loomed over his face with her hands on either side of his head, and her hair dangled down towards his face and neck. She showed him her tongue, and she leaned down for a kiss on his lips.

Delirious, he gazed up at her with his mouth agape and a warmth in his skin: even with the humidity, he never broke out a sweat.

“Sometimes a quick one is all you need, baby,” she told him as she climbed off him and carefully took the latex off his waning erection. He sat up and ran his fingers through his dark hair: footsteps emerged on the front step of their hut, and he climbed off and tugged his shorts back up his legs. Q put her cover back on over her hips and thighs as Jay returned, dressed in a white bikini with a rich royal blue cover up around her, and with a pair of brown paper bags in either hand. As she set the bags down on the table, she glanced at either one of them.

“What happened in here while I was in town?” she asked them.

“You know exactly what happened,” he retorted to her as he fixed the lei around his neck. “I'll be right back.” He headed out of the hut to the bathrooms down the narrow street from them for a quick one himself, and with the feeling of Q's body still fresh in his mind. Still with that beach bum feeling pervaded around him, even as he found himself in a fairly industrialized bathroom.

When he washed his hands, he ran some extra water through the roots of his hair for some more of that feeling. He adjusted the lei around his neck again, and he hoped that those two girls would sport ones for themselves once he returned.

Indeed, when he walked through the door, he saw Jay had put one around her neck, albeit a smaller one.

“So, I got us some ahi tuna, some long rice with chicken, some chopped pineapple, a bag of mangoes, and—” She reached into the bag on her right for a white glass bottle as well as a clear bottle with blue liquid and a small bottle of rum. “Pina colada mix and some Blue Curacao, both for hell of a good time, with Christmas coming up and everything.”

“You girls are gonna be singin' 'Mele Kalikimaka' to me while we watch the sunset?” he teased her, and Jay giggled at that.

“I should probably tell you two, it's supposed to rain here in the next few hours or so,” she announced.

“Like, actual rain or a big storm front coming our way?” He held out his arms as if to imitate a big monster before her.

“Actual rain. Remnants of a tropical storm or something like that. You know how it is out here.”

She served the three of them plates full of that decadent food, as well as three glasses of Blue Hawai'i, albeit with a little extra rum for him.

“Please pass the poi,” he declared in a big jovial voice, to which the two girls giggled at that as she handed him the glass. “Nothing beats the real thing.” He sipped on the blue cocktail, and he found himself dancing on the black sands on the other side of the island.

The rain began to patter on the roof by the time Jay offered him some more rice as well as extra rum in his glass. She indulged in the time that her great aunt, her mother, and her grandmother had traveled to Hawai'i together and it rained in droves; meanwhile, he was already starting to feel the indulgence himself, with all the fresh fruit and the sweetness of the Curacao. It was more of a party than any one following a concert, that was for certain. At one point, Q leaned over for a kiss on the side of his face, and Jay showed him a knowing smile.

“We're in Hawai'i, and it's raining, big boy,” she told him.

“Remember, we promised to have a trio while we were here?” Q added.

“I dunno, my girls, I feel pretty full,” he confessed to them as he leaned back in the chair. He left his legs open for them to see the crotch of his trunks as well as that line of fine dark hair down his chest and his belly.

“All so very full of that delicious, fresh food with some Blue Hawai'i in you,” Jay remarked with a twinkle in her eye. “It's too bad, because you're looking really sexy right now, too, with your shirt open and your legs even more open.”

He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side at that.

“Shame I didn't get us any fruit juice or peach schnapps,” she continued. “If I knew we were going to have some sex on the beach, I would've prepared.”

“Hey, now, if my spending time with you girls has taught me anything, it's that we can improvise,” he said with a straight face, but the two of them burst out laughing at that. He tipped back in his chair even more, careful not to tip it all the way back onto the floor, and the phone rang right then.

“Ah, shit, I gotta get that,” he groaned, and he reached back for the phone receiver. It was tricky given the tilt of the chair, but he managed to hold it steady as he brought the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“We have a call coming in from California for you, please hold a second,” the voice on the other end told him.

“Oh, I don't believe this,” he muttered as Jay and Q balanced themselves on either of his knees.

“Hi, bubbeleh,” he recognized that voice anywhere.

“Oh, hi, Mom. What's happening?”

“I just wanted to ask you if you had enough money while you're over there.”

“Oh, yeah, I do, I do. Actually staying here on Kaua'i isn't that bad. It's just—you know—” He lowered his gaze to find Jay undoing the drawstring on his trunks. “—planning ahead and everything.”

“Because, you know, your father and I can wire you some if you run short at some point.”

“Mom, it's okay. I—I got it—” He closed his eyes and opened his mouth but no sound emerged, even as Jay put her lips around his dick. He then opened his eyes as soon as she added her teeth into it.

“Well, you know, I just think of the few times your aunt and I went over there and we almost ran out of money. And then there was the time your grandparents and I went out there.”

“Ma, would ya stop? I'll be okay over here—” He closed his eyes again as Jay slowly rubbed her bare breasts against his chest and his belly: her nipples were fully erect at the feel of his skin against her own. He mouthed the words “oh my god!” at the feeling of Q's mouth on his dick right then just to make it a trio, whereby she used her tongue rather than her teeth.

“By the way, how's the brisket I gave you to bring with you?” his mother continued, completely oblivious to what was happening.

“Oh, it's delicious—” Jay began to nibble on the skin next to his belly button, and at the same time Q ran her tongue along the side of his length. He stopped short and gasped at the feeling, to which his mother stopped in her tracks as well.

“Is everything okay?” she asked him, concerned.

“Oh, yeah. It's raining pretty hard at the moment and—I think there's a leak—”

“Go and call the front desk, okay, baby? You sound a little congested, too, are you feeling okay?”

“Oh, yeah. It's the humidity, I'm not at all used to it. It's a lot warmer over here, too.”

“That's right! You told me about that earlier. It's good for the skin and hair, though. It'll give a nice sheen to your long beautiful hair.”

“Of course, of course.” He cracked a smile, but then he wrinkled his nose and extended out his toes from the simultaneous sensation of their lips and tongues on his skin, as light as feathers. “What time is it over there?”

“We're three hours ahead of you, so it's almost eight o'clock. Your father and I were just about to have some key lime pie.”

“Oh, man, that sounds so good,” he said with a slight chuckle; those two tongues on him were tickling him rather than the thought of having a piece of pie, although that would've been utterly wonderful at the moment. An encounter with two girls as well as some pie fresh out of the fridge!

“We'll pick you up later this week when you come home, okay?” his mother continued.

“Of course, of course. We're gonna go out to dinner, too?” He barred his teeth as Jay nibbled down harder on his skin.

“You know it, bubbeleh. It'll be nearly Hanukkah by the time you come home, so we'll definitely do that. I love you more than anything and I'll talk to you later.”

“I love you, too, Mom—I'll talk to you soon,” he grunted out, and then he hung up the phone right then and there. He glanced down at Jay and Q and what they were doing to his body. “You girls are shameless.” He then lifted his feet off the floor, and the chair tipped over onto the back: his head missed the side table by mere inches. They stood on either side of him as if they were about to give it to him right then and there: although he had quite the view of their legs as well as the crotch of their bikini bottoms. “I kinda like it down here.”

“You're a bad, bad boy—and we're gonna make you beg for two more mommies, too,” Q teased him as she knelt down next to him. She put her mouth all the way around his dick for a deep feeling. Jay climbed up over his chest so he had her lips right in his face.

“Still like it down here?” she asked him.

“I'm drunk, laying on my back, full of Hawaiian food, and I've got two girls crawling all over me—I think I've found paradise,” he quipped, and she inched closer to his face so he could have a taste of her. He closed his eyes as his tongue slithered in between her lips: he could feel the edges of her hood as well as the tip of her clit. He always knew he could use the velvet of his tongue to bring her the velvet she so desperately asked for from him. Meanwhile, Q kept her lips around his dick and she moved her head in so close to his body.

He could feel her fingers on his taut skin, and for a second, he swore she was going to ride him again as she rubbed him dry as a bone.

But she never did. Instead, Jay scooted back down his chest and climbed off. Q took her spot on his chest so he could have a taste of her. His tongue slipped inside of those lips, as pink and in bloom as any hibiscus on any of the islands. Jay moved the chair out from under his legs, and then she took her seat over his newfound erection and she did the honor of riding him.

“Welcome to Hawai'i, baby!” she declared as she ground down on him at an even slower pace from before. The slow, simmering feeling was driving him crazy, between the taste of Q and the feeling of Jay ready to come for him a second time.

It was all almost too much to bear for him, especially when his belly was already so full from everything. He couldn't help but moan the loudest he had moaned ever, and he was glad that it was raining even harder because he knew the people next door would have heard him. Q climbed off of him so he could see Jay staring straight on at him. It was only for a split second, but it was enough for him to feel it with her as well.

Beads of sweat collected on his brow as the two of them knelt down on either side of him to help him up.

“Phew...” He hoisted himself up onto his elbows and closed his eyes.

“A sensual boy needs to feel sensual,” Jay told him as she cupped his face and kissed him on the lips.

“Indeed, I do,” he blathered, delirious once again.

“The bestest boy needs the bestest purple,” Q added, and she cupped his face and kissed him as well.

“Indeed, I do,” he continued, and they both giggled at that.

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Kinktober Week 1: Love Bites

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

Word Count: 422

Prompt: Love Bites

Warnings: fingering, pet names [baby], neck biting

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Strong hands roam your body, teasing and pinching as they explore you. You lean back into Steve’s chest as his fingers trace the edge of your panties. You gasp when his lips make contact with your neck, gliding kisses along the sensitive skin.

“Steve,” you whisper, arching your back. He hums against your neck, teeth gently nipping before his tongue soothes the mark. “Don’t tease.”

Without removing his lips from his neck, Steve rests his hands on your waist and starts to walk you backward. He sits on the edge of the bed, you on his lap. The feeling of Steve’s dick pressed against your ass makes your core tighten. 

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he rasps, fingers resuming their descent on your body. He drags his index finger across the seam of your panties, finding you aching and wet for him. “Feel so good on top of me.” He pushes your panties to the side, exposing your heated flesh to the room’s cool air. You shiver in his grasp, earning you another bite to your neck. 

Two of Steve’s big fingers press inside of you, sliding in easily. You moan, relaxing fully against Steve. He’s steady and strong behind you, but you can feel tension in his muscles. He’s so worked up just by giving you this pleasure. 

Steve’s fingers work magic on your pussy, curling and hitting that spot inside you that makes your head spin, while his lips and tongue worship your neck. His free hand roams the rest of your body, squeezing your breasts and grazing over your thighs. Each touch brings you closer and closer to snapping.

“Stevie, please.” Your voice comes out as a whimper, needy. He smirks against your neck, biting the flesh of your shoulder as he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit. 

“Come for me, baby. I know you want to.” You twist your eyes shut as you succumb, letting the wave of pleasure pull you under. Steve holds you to his chest as you go limp, sucking in deep breaths. He helps you lay back on the bed, cushioned by the plush comforter. 

Sated and happy, you grin at your beautiful boyfriend when he kneels beside you. You watch him lick his fingers, groaning at your taste. His eyes roam over your neck and shoulders, the spots where he’d bitten, and kissed heating under his attention. 

“You’re so pretty when you come, baby.” Even though you just came, heat floods in your belly. “Why don’t you show me again.”

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Writing Masterlist

🥰 : fluff , 🥵: NSFW

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🎃 Fawktober 2023 🦇

Series: all 🥵

A Gift Horse and His Mouth: Doctor Strange x afab!reader (Word count: 3k)

You came to Kamar-taj for help with your mental health. Little did you know your dreams would work against you and make things a lot more complicated.

Yes Sir: Part II to "A Gift Horse and His Mouth" (Word count: 2.8k)

Dealing with the aftermath of your dream Stephen has an idea on how to work through some issues.

Attitude Adjustment: William Tell x afab!reader (Word Count: 3k)

A friend of your fathers pays you an unexpected visit you aren’t likely to forget.

One-shots:

🥵Bad Bet: William Tell x F!reader (Word count: 2.6K)

William beats you in a poker tournament, but you just can’t accept defeat, not yet…

🥵 Sweet Relief: Laurent LeClair X F!reader (Word Count: 1.1K)

Laurent finds you during a difficult time of the month, he wants to help you feel better.

🥵 Stronger Than I Look: Steven Grant X curvy f!reader (Word Count: 2k)

You and your coworker Steven are doing inventory late at night. Being a bigger girl you hadn’t worked up the courage to make a move. But an artifact hidden amongst the trinkets in stock changes things.

🥵 A Simple Arrangement: Jonathan Levy X f!reader (Word count: 1.3k)

Jonathan wakes you in the night for some much needed relief.

🥰 That Damn Smile: Matt Murdock fluff x afab!reader (Word Count: 1.6k)

You’re new to Hells Kitchen and there’s a stranger who’s caught your eye, but you’re not sure if you’ve caught his.

🥰Giftshop Steven: Steven Grant with gn!reader (Word count: 1.4k)

Steven comes to your rescue in the crowded museum.

🥵Caught: Marc Spector x afab!reader (Word Count: 1k)

You get bored while housesitting for Marc and are caught in a rather compromised position.

Drabbles/Thots/Ficlets:

🥰 Drunken Confession: GN!reader X Miguel O’Hara (Word Count: 517)

You snoop around Miguel's office and confess to the "empty" room.

🥵Blue Jones Thots: just some HC and a quick drabble on this very unstable man. gn!reader (WC on drabble: 552)

What I will and won’t write

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