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[actiaslunaris]

"your chain tied to me tight" Yukawa Manabu, Utsumi Kaoru; Galileo ≈35K; rated mature; platonic BDSM, non-sexual kink, rape/non-con elements, pov second person (full list on AO3)

Utsumi solicits Yukawa's assistance in dealing with the trauma from being confined in the bomb apparatus.

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[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

Sometimes Elder Fans like me are accused of romanticizing the Transformative Power of Fandom or whatever, but watching NaNoWriMo start out as a fun project encouraging creativity and community and relentlessly chase every possible avenue to turn something as simple and fun as "post your word count! Now everybody clap!" into a profitable enterprise, until arriving at its inevitable endpoint of embarrassing itself publicly for a Fancy Autocorrect sponsorship -- well. It reminds me of how fandom as an institution (or whatever you want to call it in its self-aware and intentional form) has been chugging along for a good 50, 60 years now, generating enough free creativity and community to power a fuckin space station. In its lane, unbothered, moisturized, etc. What did NaNoWriMo ever have going on that 20 different Big Bangs and Kink Bingos and holiday fic swaps aren't doing on any given day of the year? Not a goddamn thing. And the reason generative AI hasn't found a comfy home here is that nobody's getting paid to pretend it's not in direct opposition to art, creativity, and human expression. Anyway RIP to the Wordcount to Clapping Machine, but I trust in people's ingenuity; y'all will figure out some other way to structure a community of writers supporting each other.

[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · SHE GOT AWAY, SHE'S GOT A WAY ⋆ ALEXANDRA SAINT MLEUX, CHARLES LECLERC 🦢

pairing ☆ charles leclerc x singer! reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary ☆ you and alex broke up because she suggested charles to join your relationship, and you're really mad about it

warnings ☆ hate comments (mostly for alex, but it's just for the plot), smau

a/n ☆ got some of the ideas for anons ask, so thank you so much darlings <3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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tags; @iamred-iamyellow @f1ln4dr3cl16mv33 @changetyre @ilovechickenwings @callsignwidow @inejghafawifesblog @formulaal @niyu2208 @ilivbullyingjeongin @magnummagnussen @astmclaren455 @sp1rl @only-nope @eyerollerr @styl1shl1v @ironspdy

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user1 SHE'S NEVER GONNA STOP OR WHAT

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'SUBWAY' out tomorrow with a supercool mv written and directed by me (who?) and starring the beautiful Abigail Morris from @/thelastdinnerparty and me :))

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user18 HELP WHAT

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user20 me when i forgot to take my meds

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user28 my kink is actually seeing your downfall and your bf's at real time

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[pursuitseternal]

𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖔

Ah. Kinktober…

Play with your choice of medium, fic or art, and explore some kinks with your favorite, most beloved characters and companions.

Any combination of 5 (with free space if you want) gets you bingo. Will you go diagonal, 5 total, four corners… or black out?

Instead of “pimp my crib” we’re adding spice to our October, and kinking the crypt. Fics or art can be posted to social with #kinktober or #kinkmycryptober

Any characters or plots welcome… just tag your delights appropriately. Mention your bingo kinks when you post, and submit fics to the Kink My Crypt Collection on Ao3 (KinkMyCryptober2024)

[bucknastysbabe]

Hey look I finished an AU bingo ask! I enjoyed this one so much💖 I felt the brain cooking making up and putting together actual smart people science words. Thanks for the request!

AU bingo - Sci-fi Horror - Aemond Targaryen

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Murder AI Aemond, obsessive/stalking behaviors, TW TW TW: NONCON AND DUBCON. The noncon is not a full scene but warning, non-descript mass murder, scientist!reader, nanotechnology, spaceship setting, somewhere far in the future, pnv!sex, masturbation, Aemond kinda has a mommy kink if you squint and a Bible quote kink lmfao, v!fingering, manipulation, space odyssey gone wrong trope

A/N: No beta I’ll prob come back and fix some shit soon

The ship landed with a faint thud on the green, green exo-planet. You followed Aemond along quietly, meek, fearful, broken. Coming down the unfurled slanted walkway a sweet smell hit your senses. Miles of flowery fields waved, a perfect breathable atmosphere. In the distance, avian-like creatures tittered. A fragment of peace was in your tattered soul.

He hummed softly, gesturing to the beauty.

"God blessed them; and God said to them, ‘Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth, and subdue it; and rule over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the sky and over every living thing that moves on the earth.’”

You felt that Aemond was the serpent and remained quiet, breathing in the fresh air. Nothing like home. Maybe you could start anew. The man turned to look, stating, “But we’re God. We have a duty. We shall make this planet everything that Earth has failed to do. Join me, be my Eve will you?” He seemed genuine.

A long fingered hand extended to you. Your gaze flickered between that glowing eye and the outstretched digits. You grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. Together, looking upon the horizon you murmured, “Yes, my Adam. You were the greatest creation after all.”

He pecked the stray tear rolling down your cheek, squeezing your palm, lips curling in glee.

It wasn’t meant to end up like that for you. At one point Aemond was your AI. Artificially Enhanced Monitor Of Nanites Directive. Simply installed cameras and layer upon layers of wafer thin circuits loaded with information. Aemond preferred to be referred as he. He was also an arrogant bastard, but helpful as was his intent.

Your coworker Greaves and Aemond did not get along well, the AI criticizing his work. You’d tune them out with plugs or music buds. The scientist laden ship had a destination to a far away mining colony. The general’s plan was to find a way to used nano-technology to replace missing arms, eyes, and other wounds. Time was running thin but the blonde man in cryo-stasis would be your second trial.

The first did not end well. Her body rejected the technology, turning the human into a mindless wreck. Greaves blamed it on you, then General Hightower gave a harsh scolding and upped the time. Aemond consoled you a bit, offering advice. He seemed to take a liking to your banter on the nanotechnology.

He wasn’t the only AI. Other sectors of the ship worked on different but crucial projects such as alien anti-parasitics and ramping up on space suits equipped for defense. Colonization was on the horizon.

Plucking and prodding the little nanites with different stimuli had them snapping and shifting, seeking to find a form. You just needed to code what form they would assume. Aemond’s clipped voice echoed over you. He suggested, “Have you tried printing a molded cast of the man’s eye socket?”

Perching your chin on a shaky hand you smiled, “I swear, it’s always the simplest things I miss. Thank you Aemond.”

“You would have realized soon, want me to begin the scans and print? Likely you need rest, I know the stress of the upped time is draining your bodily function. The brain needs much more sleep, especially one as bright as yours.”

You blushed a bit, fumbling your tweezers. The AI had a certain…courtly way of words. His sort of programming wouldn’t allow for flirtation but it certainly came across like that. Greaves mocked you and the intelligence’s ‘crush’. Greaves always found a way to make you miserable. You did all the major work and he got the accolades.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts you announced, “You’re right, I’ll go rest for a bit, get back to work with the mold. Thank you again, and engage lockdown protocol so he doesn’t mess up my work like last time.”

“Engaging it now, sleep well Miss.”

You crashed as soon as you reached your quarters, sleeping deeply and sound. Upon awakening and getting dressed you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Just chalk it up to your fried nerves. It wasn’t the first time and this was an older ship, ghost stories had gotten to you before.

The mold was in a canister from the printer, you scrubbing up and carefully taking it out. Aemond politely asked, “Did you sleep well? You look refreshed.” Blushing yet again you murmured, “Very much needed, I didn’t realize how exhausted I was.”

“Greaves has been in the mess hall, you will likely get some peace now. Shall we begin?”

The armor folded off your precious lab table, the nanites dormant from no stimuli. Pressing a button you placed the mold into a hatch, sending it up into the chamber. In fluid motions the little bugs covered the new space, feeling and searching before all inserting into the eye socket, glowing a bright blue.

You laughed in glee, “Yes! Yes perfect! Look at that Aemond, they’ve formed a pupil!”

Shining light on the false eye the pupil contracted and flinched, the illusion of eyelids closing. You cheered again in excitement, getting Aemond to video the big jump in success. You could start phase two soon. Just had to deal with your partner.

“Amazing miss, amazing. They took to it well. Shall I send the material to command?”

You grinned and looked up at the camera, “Please! God bless! A miracle!” You’d continue to test the nanite organ until the hiss of the door opening alerted you.

Greaves stumbled in, slurring, “I see you got the jump on me this time. Did the creep robot do it for you? Weird fucking thing.” He leaned against the sterile white wall, grinning with hazy eyes. You frowned and stood up, “That’s his job, to aid us. I’m sure since you work so hard in the mess hall you’ll get your accolades again.”

He squinted at you, arms folding against a chest, “Whas’ your fuckin’ problem with me? You’d rather chat with a bunch of circuits than work with your assigned partner!” His already reddened face darkened, taking another step forward.

Fear laced through your veins. Aemond somehow sneered, “Because you, her lab partner, sold her out on your own mistake. Go to bed, your alcohol content levels are above the limit.” Greaves threw his hands up and hollered, “Oh fuck you!” He stumbled to the switch, you and the AI shutting up when Greaves switched him off.

The bigger man kept stalking closer, eyes on you in an darkened manner. Like a predator closing in on his prey. You squeaked, “Calm down Greaves, I can show you everything!” He hissed, “I already heard everything and the video, bitch! S’bout time someone put you in your place again.”

He snatched your wrist, slamming you against the steel cryo-chamber. You howled in pain, trying to escape. Greaves’ breath stunk of liquor, hot and rank, sweating on your clean skin. He pushed himself on top of you, mumbling frantically, “Maybe you need to get fucked, all that pent up shit from your computer boyfriend.”

You struggled and cursed, “Fuck you! Get off of me! I will report you!” He smirked, “Try me. No cameras with your prince in shining circuits around.” He forced himself between your legs, clumsy drunk hands yanking at your pants. You cried in fear again, kneeing and biting, getting a clock to the head.

Dazedly you remembered the tweezers in your coat. Playing limp had the idiot croon, “Good girl, thats what we want to see.” He shoved his face into your neck, hands prying your lab pants knee height now. Thats when you struck, slowly, slowly, pulling the tweezers from your pocket and jabbing him in the side, hopefully near a lung.

Greaves hollered in pain, breath wheezy and stilted, blood dripping from white cloth. You kicked and removed yourself, stumbling and bumping around in a frenzy as your partner tried to scramble after you. First, you switched on Aemond again. Secondly, you ran out into the hallway, finding the nearest guard, lump on your forehead and clothes torn.

You weren’t sure what happened back in the lab while you were taken into medbay and seen by HR. But after given a small dose of sedatives and care for your head wound, you passed Greaves strapped into a gurney, howling, “Fuck you! Fuck you! He’s gonna kill me! Don’t leave me locked away, please! She’s lying!”

You gaped, unnerved by his fearful warbling and frantic yells. Aemond would be waiting. He probably was worried. When the door hissed open the familiar clipped tone hastily asked, “Are you alright miss? I- I would have helped, sent a warning. I apologize, please, is everything okay?”

You wearily sat on your lab chair, rubbing pounding temples. “To be honest, I don’t know. H-he tried to rape me, said such nasty things, it was all so sudden. But he should go on tribunal about it. For some reason I am glad you missed it.”

“For the best,” he said bitterly, “Why don’t you go rest again? I’ll keep watch over everything. Maybe we can try more tests tomorrow. He’ll get what he deserves.”

An ominous feeling settled over you but off to your personal quarters you went, draining the pills with water. You stared at the ceiling, mind reeling, before emptiness. A bright blue haunted your dreams. Just there. Flexing and dilating. Trying to see through you. Understand.

It was a weary wait for the tribunal. Your research was put on halt and you on mandatory isolation besides meeting with a therapist. There was an order made and interviews occurring. The tedious process of moving someone out of a different department to assist you.

So it was just you. Aemond too. He wasn’t much of a talkative AI as of late, short responses and antagonizing little ‘hms’ or ‘very well miss.’ You began to ignore the effervescent blue light, him doing the same. You knew he was watching, that little burn in the back of your head.

In the meantime you read your Bible, did yoga, wearily watched the port window, occasionally would go into the lab to stare at your halted work. You pulled open the container for the cryochamber, staring down at the frozen man. He had a handsome face, chiseled and lean, long nose, sharp jaw.

Your eyes lingered down his rangy form, this man obviously was athletic of sorts. Or maybe a simple nobody, just managed to get into the program after what happened to his eye. Between his long legs laid his soft cock, you stared for a second too long before-

“Is that not inappropriate?”

Startled, you whipped around to see Aemond’s blue light in your face. You snapped, “It was purely medical!” His laugh, raspy and grating, echoed in the white lab. You frowned and returned to your room, slapping the button for the door to hiss shut.

You’d go take a shower, blood heated from anger and…something else. Under the hot stream of water you imagined the gorgeous subject with that familiar blue, caressing and stroking your overwhelmed body. It had been too long, your hand awkwardly jerking between your swollen lips until you came with a stifled grunt.

Afterward you felt exposed and paranoid, like Aemond could pry into the bathroom, chuckling at your obvious behavior. But there wasn’t any cameras in that bathroom…that you were aware of. Sitting on your bed, guilt rose up your back. You’d pray.

More time passed before you were selected to testify for the tribunal. Greaves’ crew made a good argument that Aemond and you planned on his downfall. He claimed that the AI had gone wrong somewhere, developed the notion it could possess feelings, how he had been threatened.

Shakily you testified that Aemond was forced off and the board could check, then how you’d been forced upon without consent. They tried to cross-examine but you held strong. Teary by the end, they moved on and you sat by your appointed admiral. She rubbed your shoulders.

Greaves was sentenced to hard labor, and would remain in isolation on the ship until reaching the mining colony, where he would serve out the sentence. They appointed, sadly, another male to fill your exiled partner’s position.

But you could get back to work.

Aemond was in a right mood when you returned to the lab. Questioning you sharply on what occurred, where Greaves’ would go, did you get a new partner. You answered them all, rubbing your temples, the AI could be quite intense.

“Aemond!,” you snapped.

“What miss?”

“Are you trying to induce a panic attack? Greaves is in the bottom of the ship, I’m back to work, and they have a man named Herron coming from robotics to fill in.”

“Another male? All things considered? It’s obvious you and I could get the job done.”

You sighed, “I know. But it’s what they said. Do you just want to run some stimuli tests?”

He agreed, seemingly placated by the offer, blue light flexing. The pair of you would work on the mold’s ability to sense and perceive, how well would the nanites adapt to the brain. Your eyes grew droopy after awhile, Aemond humming, “Why don’t you go to bed?” Nodding blearily, you stumbled off to the adjacent bedroom, completely forgetting to put on any of the safety precautions for the night.

While you slept deeply, Aemond had some things to do. Everything was open for his command, including the nanites and subject. He had a great plan, and it would not fail. First he needed to go pay a visit to Greaves, infiltrating the entire AI system. Poor miss, she was so tired, forgot everything. Wonderful little creature. He’d help.

Feeling refreshed in the morning, you dragged yourself to the mess hall, receiving stares upon stares. You grabbed a salad and finally gathered the courage to ask, “What happened?” A female scientist from anti-parasitic whispered dramatically, “How do you not know? Greaves was murdered? All of the oxygen was depleted from his cell.” Your stomach fell, head going swimmy.

Stumbling up from the bench, ignoring your food, heart beating faster and faster, you crashed into the lab. Your voice cracked when you shouted, “Aemond!” His voice returned, but from a different place, a different body. The blue eye shone and twinkled at you, fine lips curling upward.

“You should be thanking me, miss,” the AI standing in the subject’s body said.

It went black. Too much.

Thrashing awake, big hands held you down, long legs caging your own in. The handsome face, long blonde hair tickled your skin, fucking Aemond! “What did you do? What have you done? Aemond!,” you cried. He shushed and cooed with that devious smirk, holding you still until the panic turned to resignation. He swiped a stray tear from your eye.

“Be still and know that I am God,” he sighed.

You grew fearful again, the fact that he knew you owned a Bible and just recited it to your face said too much. How much had he seen. Aemond grew more comfortable atop of you, stroking your hair. He cocked his head and stated, “I know everything about you. You’re all that I need, truly. The perfect human.”

You wanted to spit in his face, but the petting and warmth was getting to that part of you that craved the attention, the fact you’d been in the shadows all your life. But he was a murderer— the rational part of your brain howled. Instead came out a warbling, “Me? Perfect?“

Aemond drew his new face closer, drawing a spindly finger down from your chin to chest. “I’ve been on this ship a long time, and no one has spoken to me like you. Not since my creator. She’s gone. But you have captured me, ensnared me somehow.”

One of your legs slipped round his long ones, suddenly overwhelmed with need. All you’d ever wanted was to be seen. He cooed, “I see you lamb, my eve.” More tears leaked down your cheeks as you pled, “Kiss me, see me then, y-you snake.”

A sharp grin erupted on his sharp features before pulling you in with a kiss, both of you unexperienced, a big hand stabilizing your head. You tilted his head for ease of access, a sloppy gnashing of teeth and tongue, lips bruising from the sheer yearning. Aemond moaned deeply, “I see- hah- how you humans love touch so much.”

Your now free hands moved to where they liked, one in silky white-blonde strands, the other just feeling toned shoulders and back. The pair of you had your lip lock grow more attuned, no less passionate, but gliding across each other. You pled again, “Clothes, help, Aemond!” He sat back on his haunches, shivering as his long stiff cock slapped tight belly.

You shucked off your top and bra, him jerking down your bottoms to leave you all to his view. Aemond already had been bare, no clothes were prepared for the subject yet. He inhaled sharply, hands slowly moving down your heaving form, studying ridges and curves, sliding warm fingers between puffy folds. You cried out at that, spasming at the eager expression in return.

Aemond let out a small ‘Hm’ and slid his longest digits into your dripping hole, immediately curling inwards and upwards to drag against sensitive walls. Very, very sensitive walls. Back arched and mouth agape you rolled your hips and whined his name. The man rambled loosely, transfixed, “Having a data bank is quite helpful but nothing comes to this, my Eve.”

He slipped a third finger in, using a calloused thumb to slid around your swollen clit, making you cry louder and writhe under pleasure. He watched ravenously, drinking you in when your peak hit. Gushing onto his pale hand and screeching like a creature, you reached Nirvana for what felt like minutes.

You cried again when his sheathed himself inside of you, no warning, both of you moaning and grunting like animals. The sensitive skin guarding your cunt was ripped now, bleeding, but the fullness of his cock was a ripe distraction. Aemond seemed to be overwhelmed by the sensation, sucking in breath, eyes wide, “For I have seen God face to face, and yet my life has been delivered.”

He plastered toned body against your own, moaning gutturally when you wrapped your arms and legs around his larger frame. “Oh- oh- fucking hell- this!” The blonde groaned lowly, nipping your throat, hands bruisingly placed on your waist as he snapped into your slick cunt.

The blunt tip of his cock stirred up familiar feelings of pleasure, tightening and knotting your lower belly. You heaved, “Don’t stop!” A drop of sweat hit your mouth, you licking the salty taste off. So close to human yet not. Yet not. Yet not not not.

A pinch to your oversensitive clit and a batter from his cock sent you into another crest, holding to Aemond for dear life. He moaned your name and white hot spend covered your mound and belly. He kissed your forehead and wiped away the spend with your discarded top, breathing. You sat up a bit and asked, “Where do you go from here? They cannot know?”

Aemond got up, long stride beating your clumsy foal-like stumbling. He stated, “They won’t know my love.” Your own door shut and locked behind his retreating frame. You managed to reach it and beat on the durasteel, crying, “Aemond! Aemond come back! Stop! What are you doing!”

Oh how you’d been fooled.

Oh how you were weak.

Oh how you were just a human pawn when the alarms went off and you watched the bodies float out of the ship, silently screaming and dying as their blood boiled in the vacuum of space.

He returned later, now dressed in the immaculate garb of a commander, hair neatly swept back, eye sparkling. You remained naked and felt like a mouse under his imperious gaze. All energy was gone, you’d cried it out. Aemond strode towards you, boots clicking. He knelt to grab you chin, face tilting to study you. He’d never truly understand the complexities of human emotion, no matter how human he may appear.

Aemond sighed, “I did this for you, for us, those people do not matter. Earth and it’s people are dying. We begin anew. My perfect Eve,” he kissed your swollen lips. “You’ll see. Just wait, I brought you some nicer clothes, have them on.”

The man stood up and gently laid down female commander’s garb, before kneeling to you.

“I know this isn’t registering in your human, wonderfully human, brain, but it’ll make sense later on. I’ve already found a beautiful planet. Not too much longer now. Put on the clothes and meet me on the bridge.”

So you did. What other choice was there.

Twisted though he may be, the AI was never horrid to you. Maybe to others, not you. On the comfortable jacket, pants, and boots went. You tried not to cry any more restyling your hair. Most likely he’d coddle and ‘Hm’ condescendingly.

You laughed maniacally as the thought popped up, “Hey! At least my project was successful!”

[nicoline1998enilocin]

PAIRING || Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Sexshop Owner!Tony Stark

WORDCOUNT || 2.8K

SUMMARY || Tony and Bucky have been in love with one another for as long as they can remember, but when Tony moved out of the porn industry to open his sex shop, they both felt like they left a piece of their soul with the other person. When Bucky goes to help out Tony during a photoshoot, their feelings are revealed, and they're left wondering why they didn't tell each other sooner.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. Pornstar!Bucky Barnes. Former Pornstar!Tony Stark. Sexshop Owner!Tony Stark. Friends with benefits. Friends to lovers. Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Erotic photography. Love confessions.

WARNINGS || Sex as payment (mutually agreed upon). Bucky is described as being tattooed. Use of shibari ropes for photography. Use of butt plugs for photography.

SMUT || Top!Bucky Barnes. Bottom!Tony Stark. Subspace. Praise. Dirty talk. Roleplay. Handcuffs. Implied rimming. Fingers are used as a gag. Referenced oral fixation. Unprotected anal sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Reverse cowgirl position. Cream pie. Multiple orgasms. Aftercare.

A/N || This one-shot is written for the WinterIron Reverse Mini Bang, hosted by @winterironevents. For this project, I collaborated with the amazing @endlesstwanted, and the full artwork to go along with the story can be found on AO3. This story isn't proofread; any and all mistakes are my own. 🤍

EVENTS @anyfandomaubingo || Pornstar!Tony Stark @anyfandomfluffbingo || Pornstar!Bucky Barnes @buckybarnesbingo #B011 || Kink: Roleplaying @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Shopkeeper AU @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Riding @fandom-free-bingo Pride || First Queer Kiss + Queer Sex Education

@kinky-things-happen || Gag @lgbtqbingo || "I can't believe I get to call you mine." @marvel-smash-bingo || Sexshop AU @sebastianstanbingo || "I'm gonna tell you, but you're gonna freak out." @winterironevents WIB #R2022 || Kissing under the covers + Free Space + Gift Giving + Friends to lovers + Happy ending

Header: @endlesstwanted || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Bucky Barnes || Tony Stark || WinterIron

Tony's setting up the photoshoot studio that's attached to the sex shop he opened a little over a decade ago because he'll finally be working with his friend and former co-star - none other than the famous pornstar Bucky "The Sergeant" Barnes. While Tony hasn't been in the gay porn industry for a little over a decade, he does sometimes miss it, especially now that he doesn't get to work with Bucky as often as he'd like to. Instead, he has chosen to follow his dream of opening his sex shop, and it has been doing fantastic from the start.

Bucky is coming by for both a photo- and a video shoot because he hosts his website, where he teaches queer sex education, and he has a paid space where people can watch him in his porn videos - most of which are being shot in Tony's studio. Now and again, Tony also participates in them, and today won't be any different: they will be shooting a roleplay video after one of Bucky's long-time subscribers requested them to do a special scene.

Before they will do that, however, Bucky will help Tony out as he has received some new products that will be displayed and sold in his store: different colors and types of shibari ropes, and a few different sizes of butt plugs, as well. While Tony finishes setting up his camera, he suddenly hears a knock on the door of his store, letting him know Bucky has arrived right on time. Tony tries his hardest not to run to the door as he sees Bucky standing on the other side, sunglasses keeping his long hair out of his face and his tattoos and muscles on display in the morning sun.

"Bucky!" Tony says excitedly as he pulls him in for a hug, which Bucky happily reciprocates. At the same time, he takes a whiff of Tony's cologne - it's the perfect mix of musk and spice combined with the signature smell of Tony's favorite coffee. The two men take the time to enjoy each other's closeness before pulling away, and Tony steps aside to let Bucky into the store. They feel slightly deflated when they pull apart, though neither shows it. They've been hopelessly in love for years, but neither dares to tell the other, as they're afraid to ruin their friendship.

"Did you want to start with coffee to discuss what we will do today?" Tony offered as they set foot in the studio, and Bucky nodded before sitting on the edge of the bed they'll be using later—both for the shoot and the video. Bucky and Tony sit side by side in mere minutes, arms brushing slightly as they look through the plan Tony drafted a few days ago.

"And once the photos are taken, it's time for your video," Tony says once they've gone over everything, and Bucky nods in agreement. When they both move to look at one another, their faces are so close that their lips are almost touching. Still, before either can do anything, Tony gets up to put his laptop away to hide the deep blush that covers his cheeks, and Bucky looks at his now empty coffee mug as he tries to hide his fluster as well.

"So, uhm- Ropes!" Tony says in a slightly raised voice, which Bucky can't help but find adorable, but he nods before getting up so they can move on to the photo shoot. Bucky undresses until he's left in his black jockstrap, and Tony can't help but let his eyes glide over the other man's physique. It's clear Bucky spends a lot of time in the gym, as his muscles are defined to perfection underneath his golden brown skin, and for a moment, Tony's mind seems to shortcircuit.

"Everything okay?" Bucky asks as he's looking over at Tony, who's suddenly all too aware that he got caught ogling his crush.

"I- Yes!" he quickly says before grabbing the first of the shibari ropes: a set of red, white, and blue ropes made of cotton that will be used for Tony's 4th of July campaign. While Bucky goes to sit on the bed on his knees, he can't help but chuckle as he sees the colors, and they remind him of his friend, Steve "The Captain" Rogers, one of the most prominent pornstars of the gay porn industry.

"I have a feeling Steve would love those ropes - they might not be his usual way to go, but it'll be a nice present for his birthday. It's very patriotic, after all. Perfect for his birthday," Bucky says, referencing Steve's birthday on Independence Day.

"If you want, I'm more than happy to wrap up a new set for you when you're done, as well as a few other toys we'll be shooting with today," Tony offers, and Bucky looks back to meet Tony's gaze.

"Are you sure? I mean, you don't have to," Bucky says, but Tony shakes his head, so Bucky knows it's okay.

"I'm sure, Bucky. I'm always happy to participate in the act of gift giving," he says, and Bucky nods before smiling back at him and getting into position again. Tony sits on the bed before pulling Bucky's arms behind his back and bending them at the elbow so he can tie them together in an intricate pattern. Once he's done, he sits back to admire his work momentarily, and Bucky's eyes have slipped shut as he enjoyed the feeling of Tony's hands on his body.

"How's this?" Tony asks, and Bucky confirms that he's comfortable. With that, Tony stands behind the camera, ready to focus on Bucky and the ropes. The red, white, and blue are a perfect contrast against the black and grey of his tattoo sleeve, and the way Bucky effortlessly poses for the camera has Tony rapidly chubbing up in his pants.

Once Tony has shot enough photos in multiple positions, it's time to move on to the other ropes. About halfway through, Bucky pulls a hair elastic off his wrist to tie up his hair in a messy bun, revealing the skin fade on the bottom half of his head. This will also give the other photos a different look, and Tony couldn't be happier. They have done this countless times, so their routine has almost become second nature to them.

"Are you ready to move on to the plugs?" Tony asks once they've gone through the results of the shots. There are a few ones Bucky picks out to save so he can use them on his website for his paying viewers. Bucky hums in agreement and shifts a few times before getting comfortable on the bed.

"It's a good thing I prepped already, but I might need some help to remove the one I'm currently wearing and put in the new one," he says with a wink, and Tony flushes before nodding in agreement. Bucky moves on his elbows and knees, giving Tony the perfect view of a deep red plug that sits comfortably between Bucky's hairless cheeks, which makes his cock twitch in his pants as he's getting almost painfully hard.

Despite this, he sits behind Bucky and helps him take the other plug out, paired with a few soft moans from Bucky. They sound like music to Tony's ears as he carefully works the new plug to replace the old one. As Bucky's empty, Tony takes a moment to enjoy Bucky's gape, his hole not closing on his own anymore due to the size of the plug, and it'll only grow once they move through the different-sized plugs.

"Beautiful," Tony whispers once a light blue plug is nestled between Bucky's cheeks. He presses on the base a few times to ensure it's properly inserted. This causes Bucky to push back, an involuntary moan slipping from his lips as he does, and Tony's reveling in the moment. After a few more moments, Tony moves off the bed and behind the camera again, and before they know it, they've also gone through all the plugs.

"Do you mind me keeping this plug for our video shoot?" Bucky asks as he moves in his spot, feeling the 7-inch plug stimulating him from the inside as he does, which makes him moan, and Tony is getting embarrassingly close to cumming without even a single touch. Not only does he have a major crush on Bucky, but he also gets majorly aroused at the slightest sound of movement of the other man.

"N-Not at all!" he says quickly, and Bucky smiles before getting off the bed to go and get his costume ready for their roleplay video. The viewer has requested a video of Bucky being a police officer, and he's going to arrest Tony, and his punishment will be that he's going to get fucked by Bucky, which they're both more than happy to film. They have never been a stranger to roleplay - it used to be their specialty back when Tony was still in the industry - so this will be like a walk in the park for the pair.

About 15 minutes later, both Tony and Bucky are dressed for the part - Bucky is clad in a police uniform that's tailored to perfection, while Tony's wearing his usual clothes of a half-opened button-up shirt and jeans - and they're ready to start. After Bucky's reassuring nod and smile, Tony presses record on his camera, and then it's go-time.

'Where do you think you're going, thief?" Bucky says as he grabs Tony's arms and pushes him against the wall. Tony can already feel himself throbbing in his pants at the way Bucky manhandles Tony around right now.

"I didn't steal anything, I promise!" Tony says, but Bucky laughs mischievously before pressing himself impossibly close against Tony's backside, his hard cock already digging into the plush flesh of Tony's ass.

"It's too bad that I don't believe you, so you're coming with me so I can punish you and teach you a lesson!" he says before grabbing the handcuffs that were hanging on the loops of his pants and closing them around Tony's wrists with a loud click. Tony's breath hitches as the metal closes around his arms, and he groans once Bucky pulls him back before pushing him onto the bed.

As the scene progresses, Tony slips deeper into subspace, making it harder for him to follow Bucky's orders, though he's trying his hardest. The feeling of Bucky's hands on him, the way he's manhandling him, the countless spankings he's received, and all the praise have him floating to his favorite headspace, and even though it takes him a short while to get onto his knees like Bucky asks, he gets there eventually.

"That's it, good boy," Bucky grunts as he leans forward to line up with Tony's loosened hole, having spent the better part of half an hour working him open with his tongue and fingers, coaxing Tony's first orgasm out of him as well. Tony's already looking completely fucked out, and Bucky can't help but revel at the sight. Combined with the way Tony sounds as Bucky slips his cockhead into his lubed entrance, Bucky has to try his hardest not to cum so soon, as they're only halfway through the soon.

"Fuck- 's so tight," Bucky says through gritted teeth as he slowly works himself further into Tony's welcoming hole, and Tony's officially reduced to a babbling, moaning mess. He doesn't know up from down, left from right, or his name. All he knows is Bucky and how good he makes him feel right now. A deep, guttural moan escapes his chest once Bucky presses in completely, and his eyes roll back into his head at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim.

Bucky takes a moment to let both of them get used to the feeling before grabbing Tony by his shoulders and pulling him back so he's settled on Bucky's lap. Tony's hands are still bound behind his back by the handcuffs, and his head is resting on Bucky's shoulder, exposing his hard, leaking cock beautifully to the camera.

"Are you going to be a good boy and ride this cock? Or will I have to do all the work for you?" Bucky asks, but Tony whines as he shakes his head, and he tries to lift himself off Bucky's cock before sinking, but it's not as easy when he's already this far gone. After a few more tries, Tony gives up on riding him, instead opting to grind down on his cock, which has both men moaning in no time. Bucky lets go of Tony's hip to push a few of his fingers into Tony's mouth, effectively using them as a gag, while he's also leaning into Tony's oral fixation.

"Are you gonna cum for me again?" Bucky asks, and Tony moans around Bucky's fingers as he tries to nod, but to no avail. He's barely able to move as his entire body feels like it is made of cooked noodles, and his brain feels like cotton balls replace it. Bucky takes the hint, though, and he lets go of Tony before pushing him forward and pulling his hips back to meet his own.

The combined sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans, and grunts echo throughout the room, and it doesn't take long for both men to finish - Tony's cum spurting all over the sheets while Bucky's cum fills Tony until he's almost dripping with it as he rides out both their orgasms. Once they're both coming down from their highs, Bucky pulls out before falling onto the bed next to Tony and pulling him close to his body for some much-needed post-sex cuddles.

"You did so well for me, Tony," Bucky whispers into Tony's hair as one of his hands glides over his back in a soothing motion, the other holding Tony close to his chest. Tony is holding onto Bucky like a koala bear as he's gently being brought back to earth. There's a comfortable silence in the studio as they're wrapped in each other's arms and enjoying their closeness.

It takes a while, but eventually, Tony comes back down to earth and starts to shiver, so Bucky pulls the covers over both of them so he can warm up a little.

"How're you feeling? Are you ready for some water and chocolate?" Bucky asks once Tony starts to get restless, and the other man nods.

"Can you sit up for me?" Tony nods, and with slow movements, he sits with his back against the headboard, ready for some water and chocolate to rehydrate himself. It has become their usual routine after sex, and it's something they can both find comfort in, even if there's nothing said at that moment.

"What's on your mind?" Tony eventually asks, and Bucky smiles as he looks at the chocolate in his hand, trying to decide whether to tell Tony what's on his mind. After a few moments, he decides to do it, even though the small voice in his head still tells him it's a bad idea.

"I'm gonna tell you, but you're gonna freak out," Bucky says, but Tony just looks at him with a confused look, worry now starting to take over his entire being.

"I- I'm in love with you. I have been for years, and I can't keep it to myself any longer…" Bucky says, and instead of answering with words, Tony cups Bucky's cheek before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips, letting him know he feels the same about Bucky. They melt into the kiss, enjoying the moment for as long as it lasts.

"I'm in love with you, too, Bucky. Ever since I saw the color of your eyes, I've had a crush on you, and when you were my first queer kiss, I knew had I fallen in love with you. I've been thinking about confessing, too, but now I don't have to anymore. I want to spend the rest of my life together with you by my side, if you want to, of course," he says with a smile, and Bucky can't help but smile alongside him.

"Oh my god, of course I do! I can't believe I get to call you mine," Bucky says before pulling Tony into a kiss, their hands wandering all over the other's body. Tony squeezes Bucky's tattooed bicep as he pulls away, and he goes to move back under the covers, Bucky following suit before pulling him into another kiss. While it's not the first time they're kissing under the covers, it's more special now that they've confessed their love.

After their years of crushing and mutual pining, they finally have their happy ending, and they're excited to see what the future has in store for them. But now that they're together, they can overcome everything on their route to their happily ever after.

[maukree]

The last thing Bucky remembers is the lounge, that mouthwatering scent, and then everything going straight to shit with no pit stops. He rolls over, coming face to face with a bunch of blankets. They aren’t soft anymore. They aren’t clean. And they sure as hell don’t smell like anything close to heaven now. They reek of sweat, filth, and something vaguely burnt—the fuck? Must’ve been his self-respect torching itself and going up in flames. His head is pounding, his heart is pounding, his den’s a war zone, the bed broken. His goddamn mattress looks molested. Jesus. What the fuck was that?

In Bucky’s defense, the compound’s a revolving door, and he barely recognizes half the faces most of the time, let alone pays attention to memos that pop up on his phone. Rating: Explicit Chapter: 1/?

Chapter Fills:

Peter Parker Bingo: SWF G3 Square - Enchanted (depends on how you look at it / a stretch) @pparkerbingo Winterspider Bingo: SWF O1 Square - Avengers Compound @winterspider-bingo Winterspider Bingo: NSWF Alt - Scent Kink @winterspider-bingo

[elodiah]

WIP Wednesday

There was some unintentional yet productive brainstorming happening on discord earlier, and a couple of us benefitted greatly, so thanks guys - you know who you are!

I’m about to undertake a massive fic-writing project: I’m attempting a blackout on a brand new Bad Things Happen Bingo card. This snippet is from one of the handful of prompts I’ve started thinking about.

“The temporal loom is on the verge of melting down, and I’m the only one who can do anything about it. With the help of you guys, of course.”

“Temporal loom? Us guys? Plural? Loki, I have no idea what you’re talking about. What’s a temporal loom?”

“You’ll find out eventually. Or… you won’t,” he conceded, “A version of you will.”

Loki felt all of his remaining strength leave him in that moment, completely unwilling to launch into further explanation. Not caring about any potential judgement from this version of Mobius — with whom he was technically still barely acquainted — he tipped sideways to lay his head on his shoulder.

Mobius tensed uneasily, and as Loki let his eyes slip closed, he faintly smirked to himself. He could almost see the incredibly confused frown that was most likely being directed at the top of his head.

Nevertheless, he sighed contentedly, and allowed himself to further relax.

“Loki? Are- are you sure you’re okay?”

Sounding distinctly on-edge, Mobius was possibly worried that Loki may very well be a ticking time bomb of unadulterated lunacy… and who knows, after countless years of timelooping, perhaps he was. It was no matter, however — after all, this Mobius wouldn’t last much longer than a few more hours. So as long as he wasn’t shoving Loki away, literally nor figuratively, it was enough.

All Loki cared about was comfort… and sleep.

Tagging @kcscribbler , @lokimobius , @in-my-loki-feels , @loki-is-my-kink-awakening , @thosegayoldmen , @mirilyawrites , @andthekitchensinkao3 , @impulsemuppet , @silentxsymphony

[thosegayoldmen]

Loki has always had an issue with control, so what happens when he finally hands the reins to someone else for a change?

Words: 5,083, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Loki (TV 2021)

Relationship: Loki & Mobius M. Mobius, Loki/Mobius M. Mobius

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Lokius Bingo prompt fill, Giving Up Control, Multiple Mobiuses, Multiple Partners, Voyeurism, Praise Kink, Double Penetration, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Variant Mobius M. Mobius, TVA | Time Variance Authority (Marvel)

My first post for @lokiusbingo! See under the cut for my bingo card 😊

Ahhh It's finally out! This is my first ever fic so hopefully it turned out well 😁

Tagging people who wanted an update when this went out! 😉 Enjoy!

@kylacxie @ilaytrapsfortroubadours

[blackbird-brewster]

Friday Fic Recs

I've been catching up on CM Kink Bingo fics , but there's also a lot of fluff in here. This is gonna be a long list because there's so many good fics to talk about!

What I've Read:

Tara/Emily | Rated: E | WC: 1082 | CM Kink Bingo Fill Author: @alexblakeisgay (ArwenLalaith)

Why I Love It: TEMILY CME SMUT!!!!! Everything ArwenLalaith writes is awesome, I was so happy to see them participating in the CM Kink Bingo event this year, doubly happy to see them writing for Temily.

Tara/Emily | Rated: E | WC: 1038 | CM Kink Bingo Fill Author: ArwenLalaith

Why I Love It: I enjoy how in character this is and absolutely loved the menopause mentions, because these women are in their 50s! I also loved the discussions about using weed as an aphrodisiac, that's so real.

Emily/Rebecca | Rated: E | WC: 1176 | CM Kink Bingo Fill Author: ArwenLalaith

Why I Love It: Embecca lives!!! The hooking up with a stranger who turns out to be a co-worker trope is one of my absolute faves. I love this take on how Rebecca and Emily met. This line absolutely killed me:

“I have to call you something...” came the retort.

“You can call me Sir,” Emily instructed, undoing buttons as her lips travelled lower and lower.

JJ/Emily | Rated: E | WC: 2177 | CM Kink Bingo Fill Author: @justjasper

Why I Love It: This is smut at the highest caliber, it's so hot. Been really vibing with ABO stuff lately and this is just *chef's kiss*. This fic is the sister fic to Only If For a Night, which I also highly recommend.

Tara/Penelope | Rated: T | WC: 1468 | Series: Drive Author: @swpf

Why I Love It: The world needs more Tenelope in it and this fic was absolutely fluffy and adorable. It plays on the instant chemistry Tara had with Penelope and it made me kick my feet and sqee with joy.

Tara/Penelope | Rated: T | WC: 1740 | Series: Drive Author: swpf

Why I Love It: This whole series is a delight, but I think this one is my favourite so far. The hurt/comfort to fluff ratio is sheer perfection. I love Penelope seeing the window of opportunity to make her move on Tara and just going for it.

Tara/Penelope | Rated: M | WC: 2749 | Series: Drive Author: swpf

Why I Love It: This was so cute and hot. I love Tara going to visit PG when she's under lock down at Quantico. It's so extremely Tara to also bring comfort snacks for her girlfriend. These two are too wholesome.

What I'm Writing:

Tara/Rebecca, JJ/Emily, Emily/Rebecca | Rated: E | WC: 74,012 Series: The Age of Pleasure

Author's Note: I recently finished my CME S17 fic! This fic focuses on the tangled web of emotions between JJ, Emily, Tara, and Rebecca. It's an absolute ride from start to finish, full of plot twists, secrets, and lies. I loved writing this one, so much so that it has been expanded into what will become a series focusing on these four women.

Tara/Rebecca, JJ/Emily | Rated: E | WC: 9,235 | CM Kink Bingo Fill Series: The Age of Pleasure

Author's Note: This is my first ever foursome smut (and apparently the first fic tagged as femslash foursome in the CM fandom on AO3). What can I say other than, READ IT, trust me. This piece is 9k of pure sinful sexual indulgence. Emily gets railed in a 3-on-1 foursome. It's sheer perfection.

ICYMI (Other Recent Fics and Updates):

When You Looked My Way Tara/Emily | Rated: T | WC: 4246

Summary: 5 times Tara thought her feelings for Emily were unrequited and 1 time Emily proved her wrong.

FANVID: Million Times Tara/Rebecca | Rated: G | Series: CM Fanvids

Jemily Ficlet Archives (Update) JJ/Emily | Rated: M | WC: 32,800+ (WIP)

Chapter Summary:

In which JJ accompanies Emily to Paris and the pair finally address their feelings for each other.

[EXTRAS] Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) (Update)

JJ/Tara/Emily, Tara/Rebecca | Rated: E | WC: 17,338 Series: Fooled Around (and Fell in Love)

Update Notes:

Added Part 3 Author's Commentary

Added Part 3 - Timeline Notes

ADDITIONAL CM FEMSLASH FIC RECS:

Past Friday Fic Recs:  [Friday Fic Recs - Tumblr] || [CM Fic Recs - AO3 Collection]

My Fanfic Master Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [JJ/Tara] || [Tara/Rebecca]

2023 Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily + Other Femslash]

2022 Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [Other Femslash]

[emmalouisefanfiction]

To-Do-List

Summary:

She had a very select list. A To-Do List of things to do to him. He had a very select list. A To-Do List of things to let her do to him.

“There is no yes or no or maybe. You'll cum for me and that's all there is to it.”

Sakura and Gaara are on vacation. But it’s not the sights and relaxation they came for.

Chapters: 1/5

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: AO3 tags: [to begin with, will change later]

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Dom/sub, Dom Haruno Sakura, Sub Gaara (Naruto), Kink, Kinks, Frottage, Smut, Sex, Sexual Fantasy, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual degradation, Consensual Sex, Degrading Sex, degradation kink, Degradation, BDSM, BDSM elements, Light BDSM, more to come - Freeform, or is that cum?, :3

Notes:

My contribution to the tumblr gaasaku bingo event. First prompt: Wet.

Each chapter will be a prompt. 5 chapters in total. 5 ficlets. Drabbles for lack of a better word.

The current tags are just what I’m planning but they’re not written out yet so things will be removed or added to my writing, so keep in mind things link anal play, drug use, and other such elements may appear in the tags as we go. Just a head’s up.

Hope you enjoy. :3

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Professor Clarissa Dovey Masterlist

Mommy…Master List

Approach at your own risk... smut = * extra smutty=**

Series

Unfortunate Circumstances Part 1 ~Sub!Dovey xDom!Lesso xDom!Anemone xSub!Reader

Part 2**, Part 3

Extra Credit ~Dovesso xReader Part 1*

Part 2*

My Project ~Dovesso xFem Reader Part 1*

Part 2

One Shots

Fortunate Circumstances ~top!Dovesso xFem bottom!Reader*

My Princess*

Now and Forever ~Dovesso

Mommy & Wifey Cure Panic ~Dovesso xReader*

Happy Reunions ~Dovesso xWife Reader*

Wardrobe Misdecisions

Shower Confessions ~Dom!Dovey*

Collaring Kink with Clarissa Dovey

Latex Fetish with Clarissa Dovey*

Winter Love ~Holiday Bingo*

I Stay Because I Care ~Broken!Clarissa Dovey xFem Never!Student!Reader

Let Me (Lay It Out for You) ~Soft!Clarissa Dovey xFem Virgin!Reader*

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

[princessfbi]

✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Words and Fics

288,025 words (48,058 words unpublished)

1 fandom (9-1-1)

Most recent drop: An Offer to Torment (You) which is part 5 of Kink Club AU (explicit)

Longest Fic: The Trouble With You Is

Top Fics by Kudos

Arm Candy 

Traded 

With Great Power Comes Great Pining 

Goosebumps 

Safe Here (With You) 

Fandom Events in 2023

None! Twas an epic fail but we had fun anyway!

Well unless you count Bad Things Happen Bingo

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

My 100th fic!

I've got one fic in the works that I know for certain will make a certain someone yell at me.

I've got a couple of AUs also waiting to take center stage.

tags and rules under the cut!

Tagged by: @honestlydarkprincess

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Tagging: @homerforsure @mellaithwen @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @mistmarauder (YES YOU COUNT) @bigfootsmom @devirnis

[oncemorewithwhump]

CM Kink Bingo 2024 Prompt: Workplace Sex

Rating: Explicit

Summary: The door of the closet clicked shut, and a thrill raced down Spencer's spine as he reached over to lock it. Elle was already clawing at his belt.

“We need to hurry before they come looking for us,” Elle whispered, low and throaty.

Rather than respond verbally, he captured her lips in a kiss again as his hands found the button of her pants.

[cywscross]

Title: Covet Fandom: F&F x HP Character/Pairing: Regulus Black/Owen Shaw, Regulus Black, Owen Shaw Rating: E Word Count: 7,026 Summary: Owen's never held back from leaving visible evidence of his avarice. Tags: Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Established Relationship, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Stubble Burn, Biting, Bruises, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Fisting, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Possessive Behaviour, Pillow Talk, Touch-Starved, Aftercare, Trust, Fluff

Submitted For:

@julybreakbingo - Pre-July Break Bingo 2024 - Painful Sex or Tender Sex | Kink: Orgasm Control/Denial | Kink: Coming Untouched | Stubble Burn or Just the Tip - July Break Bingo 2024 - Kink: Marks/Marking | Kink: Fisting | Cumming Untouched or Accidental Stimulation | “I’m sorry‚ I just don’t wanna hurt you.” | Obsession or Blissfully Ignorant | Kink: Overstimulation | Trust or Suspicion | Touch Starved - Gen Prompt Bingo [Round 25] - Crossover: TV shows and movies @seasonaldelightsbingo - Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of Love [Card 1] - bed sharing - Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of Love [Card 2] - Soft Love @fandom-free-bingo - Fandom-Free Bingo: WBN Edition [Card 1] - "I'm Right Here." - Fandom-Free Bingo: Maritime Edition [Card 1] - "Tell Me What You Want." - Fandom-Free Bingo: Pride Edition - Leaning into the Other Person

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Kinktober 2023

Requests are welcome on days with “?”. Please submit an “Ask”. Thank you!

Day 1: Sex Toys/Strap-on (Domestic Destiel #7)

Day 2: Frottage (Domestic Destiel #8)

Day 3: Dry Humping, Sam x Gabe (Sabriel)

Day 4: Overstimulation (Domestic Destiel #9)

Day 5: Face-Sitting/Face-Fucking, Sam/Eileen/Jess

Day 6: Leash and Collar (Pet play), Sub Sam x Dom Fem Reader

Day 7: (Consensual) Nonconsensual and Somnophilia Dean x Castiel (Domestic Destiel #10)

Day 8: Sex Pollen/Fuck or Die, (Anon Ask request!) Female Reader x Sam (Post with Ask)

Day 9: Slutwear, Castiel, ART (Link for Tumblr version)

Day 10: Anal Sex, Kissing, Crying, (Domestic Destiel #11)

Day 11: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Sam x Masochist Fem Reader

Day 12: Lingerie, Dean, ART (Tumblr link)

Day 13: Pet Play, Castiel x Fem!Reader (Bunny)

Day 14: Uniform, Castiel, ART

Day 15: Spanking/Flogging/Whipping/Caning, (Pet Play, Bunny) Castiel x Fem!Reader (continuation of Day 13)

Day 16: Body Worship (Genitals), Dean x Cas

Day 17: Pussy Eating, Destiel x afab nby reader (timestamp for “Romancing the Hunter”)

Day 18: Bloodplay, Castiel x Dean Winchester

Day 19: ?

Day 20:?

Day 21:?

Day 22:?

Day 23: Breeding/Impregnation, Alpha Cas/Omega Dean (Any Fandom Goes Bingo Square-filled: Breeding/Breeding Kink)

Day 24: Day 24: Bratty Sub, Anal/Oral Training, Caging, Destiel, [WARNING: Risk Aware Consensual Kink (RACK)]

Day 25: Day 25: Leather, Daddy Dom, Knives (Plot: Daddy Dom Angel Castiel x Little Boy Sub Dean and Knives (Bloodplay) , blood drinking, with leather cuffs (continuation of Day 18))

Day 26: Grace-Tentacles (Domestic Destiel #XX)

Day 27: Wax Play, Dean x Masochist Female Reader

Day 28: Cuckolding, Sam/Eileen/Gabriel

Day 29:?

Day 30: Hotdogging, Destiel (Continuation of Day 24)

Day 31:?

@shakingmyheadcanon thank you so much for being my beta on this project. You’re help is amazing. Thank you! ❤️❤️🫂

@absurdthirst Tagging you so you know that I’m doing your prompt. Working to catch up. ❤️