#kinktober 22

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Misunderstanding

Summary; Your boyfriend and his band are hosting a Halloween themed show for the holiday. Things are going well until Eddie suddenly decides that he wants to fuck his girlfriend on stage.

Warnings: voyeurism, Creaming, penetrative sex, Cockwarming?, Spitting, Humiliation, Mean!Eddie, Overstimulation? Eddie plays the drums in this sorry.

You sway your hips to the beat of the current song that your boyfriend was playing. You were dressed in a short dress that went along with Eddie's outfit because he wanted to match.

He kept meeting your eye throughout the whole night and you could tell he was becoming more and more impatient throughout the songs that he was playing. The song came to an end and you heard “We're going to be taking a quick break and then we'll be back guys.” Your boyfriend said through his microphone putting his sticks down.

Some people let out a whine as they didn't want the band to stop playing and others took the time to get something to drink or use the bathroom. His bandmates took this time to go catch some groupies that were eyeing them all night so it was just the two of them left on the stage.

“Come up here baby” You had a little smile on your face as you had your way up on the stage. He pushed his chair back with a lustful look in his eyes. As soon as you made it close enough to him and cupped your face into his hand and slammed his lips into yours.

Letting out a small whimper Eddie lets out a deep groan with finally being able to feel his lips on your moving in sync like waves in the ocean. He detaches your lips and attaches them to your neck letting his tongue roam your neck he lets his hands travel to your legs and lets his hand creep under your dress. He uses his pointer finger to feel the dampness collecting in your panties.

In a hurry he pulls them off and puts them to his nose, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when he smells your essence on them. “Fuck you are so perfect baby, I just want to take you right now”

You let out a small chuckle that he took as you mocking him. He quickly wrapped his huge hands around your neck causing the air from your lungs to disappear. He was about to say something until one of his managers came in.

“You guys can finish up later, the next set is starting” Eddie takes this with a grain of salt and moves one of his hands to your cheeks squeezing your lips together your lips are now in a pout. “Open your slutty mouth now” you try to open your mouth as much as his hand would allow Eddie to move closer to your face and let a glob of spit travel onto your tongue.

It feels like it travels down your throat and you swallow it. He rubs his thumb on your cheek before you feel a sharp pain on it making your head be forced to the other side. The pain hurt but it turned you on and actually put a smile on your face. Your boyfriend wasn't mean to you for no reason. He genuinely thought that you were making fun of him (which you weren't) but you're not going to tell him that you liked him when he would mean like this.

Someone clears their throat and you try to scramble off the stage forgetting that someone was still there but Eddie grabs your waist. “No you don’t, you're going to sit on my cock during the rest of this performance since you think this shit is funny.”

He drags you over to his drum set unbuckling his black pants and taking his cock out of his boxers. You could already tell he was hard just by looking at him and he grabs your wrist. Rubbing the shaft he rubs it against your pussy for a couple of moments before slamming his cock into bullying his thick cock into a tight pussy you let out a loud gasp feeling his cock fully stretch your walls out.

Tears sprung in your eyes as you didn't have any time to adjust. Eddie's bandmates were already making their way up the stage not even batting an eyelash when they saw you sitting on your boyfriend's lap. Before you could say something or even protest everyone started flooding the doors and surrounding the stage.

He picked up his sticks and you closed your eyes to hide the fact that you were in pure bliss right now. He leaned close to the microphone. “I hope you guys don’t mind that I have my lady here with me, you guys know how it can get with them sometimes,” he said and the crowd laughed.

You were trying so hard not to show any kind of emotion but the feeling of thrusting his hips into your stomach was doing so many things to you right now. Looking down you see Eddie's foot pressing down pon the petal to hit the drum as he bounced up and down along to the beat of his music. Looking into the crowd you saw how everyone was enjoying themselves in their costumes under the orange lights in the stadium.

Then as the song picked up going to the chores so did Eddie’s pace. He leans over to your ear “Everyone in this crowd can see how good you're being fucked, How does that feel?” he asked and you said nothing the pleasure you were feeling was way too strong. “Answer me right now before I pull out of you and actually show all these people how hard you're being fucked, sweetheart.”

“It feels good Eds, so fucking good I’m going to cum soon daddy.” The ending of the song was approaching and so was your orgasm. “Cum all over my cock give me everything you got” trying to keep your straight face you turn your face into his shoulder as you felt the knot at the bottom of your abdomen about to snap.

With one last hit of his drums, you cum sinking your teeth into your boyfriend's shoulder to block out your screams Eddie reaches down secretly rubbing your clit and riding out your orgasm, feeling you cream all over his cock clenching your walls around him causing him to cum deep inside you. Suddenly you cry out again as another song begins.

You forgot that that was only the first song of the second set.

[barnesafterglow]

sweet like honey

summary: you have a thing for bucky's height. he just might have a thing for all of you

pairing: neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: modern au, smut (unprotected sex, pull out method, fingering), voyeurism but also not really?, size difference, bucky has BDE, bucky is BDE, bucky is also tall as a motherfucker, excessive use of the word honey, lesbian nat and wanda as always, fayth if you're reading this i'm sorry in advance

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It started as a joke at first. Bucky would pat you on the head as he passed you or comment on how cute and short you were. As if everyone wasn’t short compared to him. Even his roommate, Steve, had to raise his eyes just a hair to meet Bucky’s.

It started as a joke, but somewhere along the way it started to…do things to you.

The way he treated you like something delicate and precious. The way his huge hands touched you so casually. The way his hug completely engulfed you when he was drunk and a little more touchy.

You had moved into your apartment almost a year before, and immediately befriended the two girls - Natasha and Wanda - across the hall. They introduced you to Steve, in the apartment next to yours. They talked about Steve’s roommate, James, who was in Romania visiting his family. You were curious about him, because everyone talked so highly of him. And they were such amazing friends in such a short amount of time to you, you couldn’t imagine how James would be.

When he finally did come home, you didn’t even meet him again for almost a week because you just had opposite schedules.

But when you did… Holy shit.

He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. And no one had mentioned how fucking tall he was. You thought Steve was massive, probably 6’6” or so, and even he had to look up to James - or Bucky, as he immediately insisted you call him.

The five of them - you finally met Sam not long after you met Bucky, who lived in DC most of the time but stayed with Bucky and Steve when he had a few weeks off - welcomed you with open arms and became some of your best friends.

Which is why you kept your ever growing crush on Bucky pushed way, way down. You didn’t want to lose them and if anything went wrong - whether it be dating and breaking up or him just not being interested in you that way - you knew you would be the odd one out.

That all changed one day in the early fall. Nat and Wanda - who, you learned very quickly, were a couple - had taken a trip for their anniversary and Steve had gone to visit Sam. Bucky had volunteered to stay behind and make sure their cat, Alpine, was okay. He also said he didn’t want to leave you lonely, but you blushed and swatted him away.

You had just got off work and it had been a completely terrible day. The only thing that got you through was the promise of a movie night with Bucky. 

You wanted to go and see him immediately, but stopped by your apartment to change into something more comfortable first. By the time you were ready to head over, it was still a little earlier than you had originally planned, but you figured Bucky wouldn’t mind.

The door was unlocked, so you let yourself in, but Bucky wasn’t in the kitchen making popcorn like usual. You stopped for a moment and heard to shower running. You debated on whether or not to wait on the couch for him to get done or crawl into his bed and wait for him there. The comforting thought of his soft mattress and the scent of him encompassing you won out, and you were already curled up and ready to start the movie when you heard the shower stop.

You don’t really know what you had expected. You guessed you figured he would at least put underwear on before he came into his room, but you were very, very wrong.

When you looked up at the sound of his footsteps padding down the hall, you sat up to see him completely naked. You gasped and tried to avert your eyes, but ended up looking down and… wow.

Bucky wasn’t just tall. Didn’t just have big hands. He was big - absolutely massive - everywhere.

Panicked, you looked up again at his face to see he was utterly unphased. In fact, the corner of his mouth was turned up into his signature smirk, the kind you’d only seen when everyone went out to the bar together and he was trying to pick up someone to take home for the night.

“Like what you see?” You could feel the heat flood your face at his question, and you turned your head away from him. “Hey, honey. Just look at me.”

You refused, shaking your head, and you heard a shuffle from the other side of the room. Suddenly he was crouched in front of you, gently lifting your chin so your eyes met his. You thought it might be the end, your friendship was over and you would lose your favorite people in the world. But there was a reason you adored Bucky so much.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said, trying to comfort you. “We can still watch a movie and forget this ever happened, if you want.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and let him rearrange you back into bed. You were thankful that he had already put on a pair of boxer briefs, and then put on a pair of sweatpants before sliding into the other side of the bed.

Trying to steer things back into a normal direction, you asked him what movie he wanted to watch. He thought for only a moment before answering.

“I’m in a nineties mood, how about Basic Instinct?” You nodded in agreement, just going with whatever he wanted and not thinking much about it.

He still wrapped his arm around you like he usually did, and everything felt normal.

At least until the scene with Sharon Stone came on - one of the most provocative scenes in film history. As it played out, you felt heat spread through your core, and squeezed your thighs together in hopes that you could stave it off. 

Of course, Bucky immediately noticed something was off.

“Are you okay, honey?” What was with the nicknames tonight? They were an everyone once in a while thing usually, but tonight he was showering you with them. You were too busy trying to calm your swirling thoughts to notice the knowing tone in his voice. “Is something wrong with the movie?”

“N-no. Just forgot how graphic it was.”

“Is that an issue?” Now you heard that cocky tone, and you had no idea what it meant for you - or your relationship with Bucky.

“Of course not, I just -” You stopped, not entirely sure where you were headed with your sentence.

“It was just getting you wet, ain’t that right, honey?” His hand moved slowly down your body, giving you a chance to stop him if you wanted.

You thought about it, but you wanted to see where this would lead you. 

His hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts, and was met with your soaked core.

“Not wearing any panties? No wonder I could smell you.”

You whimpered at his words, at the thought of him knowing this whole time how affected you were. 

He slid his middle finger through your folds, collecting some of the wetness, and pulled his hands from your shorts. You wanted to protest, ask him why he was no longer touching you, then he stuck his finger in his mouth, tasting your juices.

“Sweet like honey. Just like I thought you’d be.” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before his fingers crept towards your waistband. This time, though, he didn’t move under them. He stopped, looking directly into your eyes. “Please tell me you want this as much as I do.”

“I want you,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.

Suddenly, Bucky was on top of you and his weight pushing you into the mattress was just as amazing as you had imagined it, late at night with your hand between your thighs.

Which is where Bucky’s were now, slipping down to pull your shorts off. He settled between your thighs, spreading them wide, and skated his hand back up your body, purposely avoiding the one place you needed him most, and instead slipped under your t-shirt to pull that off too.

You tugged at his sweatpants, wanting him to be as bare as you were, and he happily let you. Once his sweats were off his legs, you tried to reach your hand between them, but Bucky lightly slapped it away.

“Buck,” you whined, high and needy, and he looked down at you, eyes boring into your own. “C’mon.”

“Need to get you ready for me, honey.”

And the rough timber of his voice could have made you come right then. It did make you clench your thighs together again, trapping his hand there.

“I know you’re desperate for it. But you’re gonna thank me, I promise.” With that, he slipped one finger into you.

It slid in easily, more than wet enough for him, but even that one finger on that huge hand of his stretch you open just a bit. You threw your head back in pleasure, and when he added a second finger you turned your head to the side, moaning into the pillow.

He pulled his fingers out, slapping the inside of your thigh and leaving a streak of you there.

“I want to hear all those pretty sounds you make. Hearing ‘em through the wall ain’t enough anymore.”

You stared at him, wide eyed, and he just chuckled before sliding his fingers back into you - three this time. And even with just three fingers, it was the most stretched out you had ever been.

If you weren’t so needy for him, you might’ve been scared of just how big you knew he would be.

“Bucky, please. I’m ready for you.”

“If you say so, honey.”

He spread your legs even wider, somehow, and you finally got a close look at him. 

It was beautiful, tip red and leaking, and bigger than you could have ever imagined. This time, he let you reach out to touch him, and your hands barely wrapped around the girth of him - middle finger and thumb hardly grazing each other as you tried to slide your hand up and down.

His hand came down to replace yours, and he tapped his length against your stomach, showing you just how far he would fuck into you. Tip going just beyond your belly button, you clenched around nothing at the thought of it. 

You lifted your hips, trying to tell him with your body that you were more than ready.

Bucky pushed down your hips - one hand spanning nearly the entire width of your abdomen, and slid his cock through your folds to get it slicked up.

His tip teased at your entrance, and just before he slid into, he looked into your eyes.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, grabbing the hand that was on your hip and intertwining your fingers, squeezing tight.

With that, he pushed into you, little by little, and your moans were so loud you were certain the entire apartment complex could hear you.

“That’s it, honey,” he said as he finally bottomed out. “Take all of my cock.”

You clenched around him, squeezing him even tighter, and when you came from just his first thrust, you knew every other man would be ruined for you.

Every thrust after was like a punch to the gut. You whined, trying not to pass out at the intense feelings he pulled from your body. He bent down, kissing you much too sweetly for the way he was fucking you, and you realized it was your first kiss of the night.

You always thought romance books were bullshit when they talked about sparks flying, but you knew now that they were right. Bucky’s kiss consumed you, setting fireworks off that made you dizzy; made you see stars and planets and the rest of the universe. You knew from the look on his face as he pulled away that he felt it too.

What really did you in, though, was when he pushed down on your stomach, right at the spot where his tip caressed you inside. The feeling pulled another orgasm from you, and the tightness of your walls around him pushed him over the edge too. He pulled out, coming in large streaks over your stomach and tits.

The warm feeling made you moan again, and he swallowed it down with a deep kiss.

“Are you okay?” he asked against your lips.

“I’m gonna have trouble walking tomorrow, that’s for sure.”

He let out a loud laugh, kissing your nose and rolling over to set you on top of him, paying no mind to the mess between your bodies.

“Gotta make sure I really do a number on you, then,” he said, pulling you down for another kiss.

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[hopelessrromantix]

content: bondage, cock ring, edging, dry orgasm, facial, hands-free orgasm, no beta + im tired

“Fucking hell, you bastard,” Billy groaned at you, rolling his eyes again. He didn’t even know how long you’d been at it, it felt like hours. His mind was fogging over, as if he was a puddle on your mattress. He could feel you hit his prostate again, your hips thrusting into his.

“Now that’s no way to talk to me, baby,” You smirked. He wanted to wipe it off your stupid face. The second he opened his mouth to tell you off, you started the vibrator up again.

His hands were tied to the bed, lifted above him. You’d bought a vibrating cock ring not that long ago, and he knew you were just waiting for the chance to use it.

And he gave you the perfect chance.

In all honesty, he’d forgotten about your ‘punishment’ idea. He’d gone around flirting at some nobody’s party, giving the girls a few winks and mediocre pick up lines. You’d had enough about half way through, dragging him back to your house and tying him up.

He was still deciding if he regretted it or not.

“You gonna let me cum, fucker?” He asked, glaring as best he could. It was barely threatening considering he was moaning like a bitch the whole time. You were thrusting slower than he wanted you to, but every effort to grind down on your cock only made you move away from him.

You slapped him clean across the face, a soft red print appearing on his cheek. He was almost ashamed at the moan he let out.

“You wanna cum? You stop fuckin’ talking back.” You slammed your hips into his, hitting his prostate dead on. His mouth fell open, a small, dry orgasm taking over his body. His dick twitched rapidly, his tip flushed red.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the whimpers he let out. You didn’t stop fucking him, ignoring the slurred begging leaving his mouth.

“You were talking so big just a second ago,” You chuckled, watching him weakly tug at the ropes around his wrists. Your thrusts sped up and the sound of skin slapping filled your bedroom. “If you want anything you’re gonna be a good hole, got it?”

Billy bit his lip so hard he was surprised it didn’t bleed. “Shit- fuckin- fine! Just make me fuckin’ cum, L/n.” Billy rolled his eyes, rolling his hips on yours as fast as he could.

You let out a pleasurable sigh, gripping his hips tight as you slammed into him. Your head was tilted back, eyes watching his flushed form.

“Toys don’t fucking talk,” You reminded, dragging him up and down your cock. He was clenching you tight, practically trying to squeeze your orgasm out of you.

You saw him open his mouth before thinking better of it and shutting up.

“Gonna make me cum, pretty boy,” You huffed. “This slutty hole’s squeezing me so tight.” His moan was pornographic, mouth completely open as your thrusts grew more erratic.

You reached down to his cock, stroking in sync with your thrusts. He started squirming under you, the feeling of needing to cum burning in his stomach. It never came though, leaving him one the edge of a real orgasm.

Unfortunately for him, you pulled away. He let out a whimper, one you were sure he’d deny if you ever asked about it again.

“Fuckin’ hell! Do I get to cum or not,” Billy questioned his tone bratty and frustrated. He seemed to realize his mistake a second later, quickly correcting himself. “I’ll be your good little toy, please sir, just let me cum. Your dick, your mouth, your fucking fingers, I don’t care. Pleasepleaseplease.”

You deemed his begging enough, but he wasn’t getting off that easy.

You leaned into him, one hand wrapping around his throating and squeezing. You slid off the cock ring, causing his flushed dick to twitch at your touch.

“You cum without any help, or you don’t cum at all.”

He attempted to move his hands, as if they’d come untied in the past minute. Realizing he was getting no assistance, he groaned, hips bucking upward. He was already so close, he was almost certain he could cum.

After putting the ring next to you, your hand went down to your cock, stroking it as fast as you could. With Billy’s high moans and flushed face, his cock twitching and leaking precum, you met your own orgasm.

You covered his face in ropes of cum, a few drops landing in his hair and some in his open mouth. He didn’t seem to mind, instead swallowing almost instantly.

“Fuckin’ cumrag,” You groaned, the last few drops dripping onto his shoulder. You studied his face, his eyes rolled back in his head. “Pretty little whore.”

His hips bucked upward, attempting to fuck the air.

“Fuck fuck fuck, makin’ me cum so hard sir!” His moans grew more high pitched until cum finally spurted from his cock. It was far more than he expected. His orgasm was intense enough for him to see white, he wasn’t even sure if he was conscious for all of it.

When he finally came down from his high, you’d already gotten a towel and were cleaning him off. He hadn’t even heard you leave.

“You back with me, pretty boy?” He rolled his eyes at the nickname, though he gave you a small nod. The towel was cool, a welcome sensation against his burning skin.

When you tossed the towel aside, he lazily pulled you down to him by the arm. He was hardly strong enough to move you, but you followed his pull anyway.

“Love you,” He mumbled, half asleep.

You smirked, “what was that?”

“You fuckin’ heard me.”

You chuckled at his expression. His eyes were already shut and his breathing was slowly growing steadier.

“Love you too, Billy.”

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 5

Day 5 - Sex Pollen with Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 1056

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, love confessions, sexual content (18+ only): male masturbation, unprotected sex, dubious consent (due to sex pollen).

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A/N: Day 5! Tagging @cryptidcasanova. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

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“With all due respect, what the fuck were you thinking Harrington?”

Steve’s tongue feels heavy as he responds, “Kinda was thinking about how telling you was a bad idea.”

Pressing the bag of frozen peas to his forehead you kneel beside him, suppressing your anger to the best of your ability. “You’re lucky that I was nearby and saw you pull that shit. Next time you wanna investigate a possible portal to the Upside Down by yourself, don’t.”

Taking the time to examine your friend in the following silence, you notice despite the budding bruise under the cloth there don’t appear to be any other injuries. It should ease the anxiety swirling in your gut but it doesn’t, because then there’s no explanation for his erratic breathing or flushed face; the way his eyes are screwed shut as if he’s in pain, or the constant shuffling of his legs- Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is hiding something from you.

“Steve?”

There’s a slight tilt of his head and drifting of glazed eyes, but otherwise, you get no reply.

Your tone is firmer, more insistent. “Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you encounter anything… weird in there?” You continue, weaving your fingers through loose locks of chestnut hair as you push them away, “Anything that we haven’t already seen before?”

Steve sighs at your touch, instinctually pressing himself into it as his hot palm lands on the back of your hand. “No,” he mutters, “just the usually creepy and murderous tentacle vines. Some freaky red flowers were growing on them this time. Maybe Vecna wants to be a florist and grow his own- look, I’m sorry, but are you wearing a new perfume?”

The question throws you for a moment. “Uh, no?”

He smiles at you, your stomach filling with butterflies and confusion, “Seriously? You smell great. Like, really fucking great.”

A pained groan erupts from him as he doubles over in agony, his hands clutching you in desperation. You drop the frozen goods and catch his face, calling out his name in panic.

“It hurts, it’s not enough-”

“You’re freaking me out. I’m gonna call Nancy and the rest of the gang-”

“No!” Steve gasps, fingers digging into your denim jacket. “Don’t leave.”

“I have to get help,” you plead.

There’s a glazed but focused look in his eyes like you are a balm to his wounds - a rare and beautiful salvation. He pulls you closer until your foreheads are touching, “This is helping me. Touching you like this is making it bearable. Just- don’t go, okay baby?”

Your heart gives a sad little flip, wishing he’d been in any other state of mind. “Okay.”

Nostrils flaring he looks you up and down before removing his shirt, mud from it leaving dark stains on the bathroom tiles. Immediately you avert your eyes, wanting to offer the former king of Hawkins High some degree of dignity or modesty. Steve isn’t himself right now, you reason.

That reasoning flies out the window when his fingers start to fumble with his belt buckle.

“Jesus Steve!”

The young man licks his lips. “You can either help or not. S’too damn hot.”

When his belt and fly are finally undone you’re surprised that he keeps his pants on. Your eyes about bulge out of your head when he thrusts a hand in, however, and throws his head against the wall in relief, seemingly getting a reprieve from whatever’s afflicting him. Stroking himself furiously, the whimpers bubble in his throat when he realises you’re not touching him anymore.

“I change my mind,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Shit, stop staring and give me a hand.”

The offer tempts you briefly. A friendship of over two years flashes before you, panic mutating into dread as you imagine the end of it. What if this ruins everything? If this is how you lose him, is your crush even worth it?

“I can’t. I can’t do this.”

It’s impressive how Steve manages to gain just enough control to stall his movements, sweat beading on his forehead. Despite the sight you keep going, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do, Steve. So please,” you beg, “don’t ask me-”

Warm, lazy, sweet. It’s how you can describe your first kiss with Steve Harrington as he reaches up and presses his lips to yours, cutting you off. He kisses you like a man starved but full of hope. Like his declaration is long overdue, Steve moves against you in a way that has your toes curling in your sneakers. 

The tears escape and so does the desire you’ve buried for so long. You don’t hesitate to return his affections, your fingers returning once more to bury themselves in his hair while you gently pry his desperate mouth apart with your tongue. And he has and always will do, Steve lets you in.

Begrudgingly, you eventually pull away, the smile you wear causing your cheeks to ache. Steve’s disposition matches yours, his gaze glossy and euphoric. “I know it’s not super appropriate, but I was wanting to ask the girl I love if it’s okay that she rides me into the sunset before I take her out on our first date?”

You snort, never happier that Steve Harrington is so terrible with women.

“You sure, Harrington?”

“Damn sure, babe.”

Smiling, you stand up and it takes less than a minute for you to strip to nothing, hoping to stave off more of his sudden cramps the faster you go. The sight of ‘Pretty Boy’ Harrington looking up at you with wide eyes, mouth parted hungrily as a thumb rolls over the tip of his cock - it definitely distracts you a little.

And now you understand that everything about Steve is pretty.

Gazes locked on each other, you lower yourself onto his angry length, nails tracing the thick veins as you line him up and pump once, twice. Cursed moans leave you both as his cock pushes past your wet folds, feelings of blissful heat roaring to life in your abdomen.

“Gotta be honest, dingus,” you purr, clenching your hips as your pussy pulsates, “I’d love for you to fuck me before we go to the movies.”

Steve’s hips jerk in response. “Movies, huh?” He breathlessly asks, “I can do that, baby.”

[honeydazai]

Sigma/reader + Nikolai Gogol ➛ loss of virginity

content: nsfw, praise, possessiveness, fingering, degradation, vaginal sex | reblogs & comments appreciated!

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The current situation felt like nothing short of a fever dream.

One moment, you had been in the process of putting your nightgown on, silk soft against your bare skin and with the door to your bedroom fully locked, and the next, said door simply ceased to serve any purpose as two people stumbled into the room unhindered nonetheless.

To be fair, there was little the door could have done against a portal.

“Now would you look at that.” Nikolai's lilting voice sent a shiver up your spine. “She's already undressed, too. What luck!”

You scrambled to cover yourself, your arm moving protectively in front of your chest; while you were technically dressed, the thin fabric really didn't do much to cover you, and Nikolai's leering gaze was causing heat to rise to your cheeks at an alarming pace.

Sigma at least had the decency to level his gaze straight at your face, never below.

While you would have had every right to snap at them, the words that eventually left your mouth were; “Couldn't you have knocked?”

Your voice was trembling the slightest bit.

Nikolai merely laughed. “And waste precious time? What nonsense!” He stepped forward, all large steps and long legs, and before you were able to back up, his arm sneaked around your waist and pulled you closer. “Say, love, tell me—, if you had the opportunity to help our dear friend Sigma out, wouldn't you do just that?”

“Don't respond to that.” Sigma all but grimaced. “Please just ignore him. It's best that way.”

Nikolai, however, seemed intent on making himself impossible to ignore.

His hand wandered down lower, moving from the curve of your hip to your ass, his smirk only widening when you frowned at him. “Well, doll? I'm waiting. It'd be very impolite not to answer, don't you think?”

Against your better judgement, you nodded, although hesitantly. “Well—, yeah. I guess so.”

Sigma's following groan seemed to be an entirely unhappy, defeated noise. Nikolai's laugh was the complete opposite.

“Splendid!” he exclaimed. “Let us begin, then!”

“Wait—, begin? With what?”

Nikolai's eye all but sparkled with amusement as he pulled you closer yet again, your chest pressed flush against his. “With helping our dear friend out, of course. Just trust me, darling.”

You glanced towards Sigma, confusion evident on your face. “What do you need help with, anyway?”

Whatever it was, you were pretty certain it didn't warrant the way Nikolai's hand slipped underneath your thin dress.

“I just—”

Sigma didn't get to explain himself.

Instead, Nikolai cut him off with a chuckle, low voice laced with mirth; “You see, doll, dear Sigma here just told me he never fucked a woman before. Isn't that quite the shame? You'll help him lose his virginity, won't you, love? He's counting on you.”

God, it was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate because of how Nikolai's fingers had settled on your inner thigh, occasionally ghosting over the edge of your panties, and arousal bloomed in your abdomen, hot and heavy.

You found yourself nodding along yet again, though it seemed your uncertainty was quite obvious.

“You're in no way obligated to agree”, Sigma said, his voice steady even as he glared at Nikolai, eyes narrowed. “We'll leave again the second you say you're not interested. Isn't that right?”

Nikolai merely hummed in response, his tone terribly entertained. “Why, yes, yes, of course! But there really is no reason for you to say that, is there? After all”, his fingers slipped down, feathering over your cunt through the fabric of your panties, “You're wet already. Isn't that most adorable?”

“You're insufferable.” Sigma scoffed, though a faint blush coloured his cheeks at Nikolai's words.

Not that you were faring much better. Heat was rising to your face at an alarming pace, and you couldn't help but squirm.

Nikolai snickered. “Am I? I'm being honest, though. Why don't you feel for yourself?”

It wasn't a mere suggestion; he was quick to pull Sigma closer, his smirk wide while he guided his hand between your legs, and you all but whimpered at the hesitant touch.

“See”, Nikolai cooed, smugness dripping from his voice. “She's so eager already.”

Moments later, you were pushed down onto the bed, silk sheets pleasantly cool against your heated skin, and, God—, you tried to squeeze your legs shut on instinct when your panties were pulled down, though your attempts to scramble for modesty were in vain; Nikolai's thick thigh between your own kept your legs spread. Kept you utterly revealed, open for two pairs of prying eyes.

Fuck.

The situation had spiralled out of your control so quickly you felt dizzy with it, but, at the same time, your arousal was clinging to your thighs with how damn wet you were.

All of a sudden, one of Nikolai's fingers circled around your clit and your whole body jerked at the unexpected touch. A pathetic whine left your mouth at the same time, your eyes half-lidded.

He took his time playing with you, damned tease; withdrawing his touch completely whenever you bucked your hips up in need before rubbing over your most sensitive spot again.

His dick was hard already, straining against the fabric of his trousers and pressing up against your thigh, hot and firm.

You all but trembled as you clenched around nothing; sweat dripped down your neck.

“Please”, you eventually choked out, your voice meek, and Nikolai's gaze snapped up to you. You had no idea what you were asking for — for them to stop staring at you, for them to leave or to continue; God, your head felt hazy, your thoughts muddled.

“Getting impatient, are we?” Nikolai chirped. “What a shame! We've barely just begun. That reminds me, this isn't even my place to be!”

You merely frowned in response, too out of it to understand the angle he was getting at; that was, until, seconds later, he and Sigma had all but switched places, with Sigma now kneeling between your open legs.

His face was flushed and, despite always looking ethereal, you were sure he had never been quite this handsome before.

Nikolai's lips curled into a smirk. “Come, come, don't be shy now. We're here for your sake, are we not? I'm sure you know what to do.” A pause. “Or do you? Well, you did say you never fucked a woman before, but that doesn't mean—, you're not completely inexperienced, are you? I'm sure you've at least watched porn before. Right? You do watch porn, don't you, Sigma? I certainly do, but—”

“I know what to do”, Sigma bit out, the words rushed before Nikolai was able to continue his sheer endless rambling.

“Splendid! Do go on then.”

For just a second, Sigma's eyes met yours, uncertainty bleeding into his expression. “And you're sure you want this?”

“Of course she does”, Nikolai said, sounding exasperated at the repeated question, though Sigma didn't pay any attention to him.

Only when you nodded did his lips twitch into a tiny smile, and one of his hands moved to rest on your thigh, kneading soft skin between his fingers. “Good.”

With surprising gentleness, his hand wandered down lower, his touches fleeting, teasing, and just as you opened your mouth to complain about his pace that left you feeling like you were burning up from the inside, Sigma pushed one lithe finger into you.

Your eyes fluttered closed as a moan fell from your lips, your back arching the slightest bit off the bed, and, God, you had never noticed just how long Sigma's fingers were, but you were certain you were never going to be able to ignore it again.

A second one was soon added; the stretch welcome. As his fingers ghosted over your g-spot, most likely more on accident than anything else, you gasped, your hips rolling down against the digits, and Sigma's lips curled into a smirk.

“Oh? That's good, hm? Got it.” This time, he crooked his fingers purposefully, insistently rubbing over that one spot, and you cried out as your vision blurred with pleasure.

Then, however, he focused on stretching you out again using scissoring motions, your wet walls pulsing around the digits, and seconds later, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your hip bone. “Tell me if there's anything you'd like me to do differently.”

Before you were able to respond — not that you would have had any complaints, except for the way your neglected clit was all but throbbing —, Nikolai hummed. “You could hurry it up a little. Sure, sure, I get the appeal of making her come on your fingers, but, come on—”

“I was not talking to you.” Sigma's glare was pointed, his gaze cold.

“How terribly impolite!” Nikolai didn't sound like he minded. “I was just suggesting it. My, my, you're so sensitive.”

Sigma only frowned in response. Moments later, however, his expression softened somewhat again when his eyes met yours. “You look so pretty right now.”

A high-pitched whimper left your mouth as, suddenly, his thumb swiped over your clit, only for him to pull his hand back fully a moment later. His fingers were glistening with your arousal, and the sight was lewd enough to tear another embarrassed moan from you.

Mere seconds later, the flushed head of his dick pressed against your folds, your arousal and his precum alike serving as makeshift lube as he slowly but surely pushed into you.

“Sigma”, you gasped out, back arching off the bed at the stretch. “Ah, God—”

Sigma leaned down to meet your lips, and he all but moaned into the kiss, the sound soft. “Tell me when I'm allowed to move.”

His breath was warm against your lips. You nodded moments later, only to keen when he pulled out halfway, then thrust back into you, his hips flush with your own.

Sigma's rhythm was slow but deep; you were certain the tip of his cock nudged against your damn cervix on occasion and, oh; your own needy moans and whimpers made you squirm in embarrassment, though you hardly had the mind to be too ashamed.

Everything you were able to focus on was the way you stretched around Sigma's dick, how your wet walls pulsed around him and all but sucked him in, and you whimpered, craving more, utterly desperate.

“Sigma—” Your voice was breathy, your thighs trembling. “So good, fuck, please—, need you, so close, please.”

“Good girl.” Sigma once more pressed his lips to your throat, peppering soft skin in gentle kisses. “You're so pretty like this. Gorgeous.” A groan. “You take me so well.”

Arousal coiled in your abdomen at the words, your moans only growing more and more high-pitched as Sigma's pace sped up.

Suddenly, a wet slapping noise caught your attention; the second your head fell to the side and your gaze onto Nikolai, humiliation caused your skin to tingle.

He had one hand wrapped around his own dick, leisurely jerking himself off while staring unashamedly at you, his eye so intense you clenched around Sigma on instinct, drawing his attention.

Nikolai's smirk widened, eager. “Hm? Like what you see? My, if you're that interested, doll, why don't I occupy your mouth for a little? Bet you'd love it if I were to fuck your throat, right, darling?”

“Don't you dare.” The words left Sigma's mouth so quickly even you were caught off-guard; his tone was sharp.

“Oh? Kitty's got claws now? Don't tell me you're feeling possessive all of a sudden!” Nikolai chuckled, mischief sparkling in his eye. “That's cute. It's not like you could stop me even if you tried, though.”

There was a sinister undertone to his voice. Sigma's grip on your hip tightened.

Moments later, Nikolai laughed, his free hand raised in mock surrender. “Don't look that grim now! I'm merely jesting. Go on, continue! Don't be shy. I have no interest in fucking your girl.” His smile was gentle. A monstrous sight. “Just remember I could.”

Sigma's next thrust had you keening; this one being a lot more forceful than his previous pace, his hips all but slapping against your own, and you were certain the quiet thumping noise you were hearing was the bedframe hitting the wall, wood creaking.

Your moans sounded terribly debauched; the second Sigma's free hand moved to your clit, drawing steady circles around it, you cried out sharply, your orgasm all but crashing over you.

Sigma came only seconds later, spilling inside of you, and he paused for a few moments, his lips pressed to your pulse in a gentle kiss. You whimpered when he pulled out; your cunt all but gaping around nothing, his cum staining the sheets.

The tender atmosphere as your eyes met only lasted for a second.

“Wasn't that nice?” Nikolai cooed, voice dripping with amusement, sticky and sweet like honey. At one point, he had apparently gotten himself off; he looked as put together as he had when stumbling into your room. “Another good deed done. Why don't you say thank you for this glorious opportunity of finally getting your dick wet?”

You were only able to watch, your sight blurry and head feeling like it had been stuffed full of cotton, as Sigma's cheeks darkened, his gaze flicking to the side. “Thank you. This was—, well. I couldn't have possibly wished for a better first time.”

Just as you were about to respond did a laugh bubble out of Nikolai's throat, the sound taunting. “Oh boy, no. No, no, I didn't mean thank her—, what a funny thought, really. She did barely more than spread her legs like some whore.” His fingers feathered over Sigma's throat, the touch barely there at all. “I meant you should thank me. After all, this was my idea, wasn't it?”

Sigma's eyes narrowed, all traces of fondness gone. “Leave me alone. I've had enough of your games for today.”

“That's a shame!” Nikolai pushed his lips forward into a frown. “See, I was thinking, maybe, you could come back some other time to spend more time with your little girlie here. If you still need another lesson, however—, well, I'm certain you'll get attached to some other slut soon enough.”

A few beats of tense silence passed. Despite how fucked out you were, the threat in the words was obvious even to you, and you didn't like the implications.

“Thank you.” The words were all but pressed out between ground together teeth, Sigma's posture tense.

Nikolai's smile was wide, predatory. “You're most welcome.”

➛ i really like sigma and nikolai and siglai and and for a second i was tempted to make this a lot more dark... then i remembered this wasn't what everyone signed up for...

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[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Size

Pairing: Soft Dark!Thor Odinson x Reader

Kink Prompt: Size [Size Kink]

Word Count: 1,956

Summary: You accept a catering job from a customer.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Lightly Implied Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Size Kink, Stalking, Smut, Darkfic, Forced Intoxication, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number five and the latest of my very late week 2 fics for my kinktober celebration! mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​

Thor’s… infatuation begins as all things do—small. 

 It is perhaps the turn of your head as you make his coffee—dark and sweet, the way he likes it. Or maybe the set of your mouth as you pour, full lips pressed together into as you concentrate. Small, soft hands, sweet, round face, filling his thoughts to bursting, and still he cannot get enough of you. Your flour smudged cheeks, fingers stained with spun sugar, you are as addictive as the sweets he lines up for, standing a full head taller than every other person in the queue. 

 He isn’t entirely sure when he began coming for you instead of the sweets lining the shelves and window displays of your shop. His first visit, Thor had thought of nothing else besides assuaging his craving for sweets. Now, however, his thoughts are consumed with other things—

 Like whether or not the girth of his cock will fit between your pretty lips. 

 He inhales the scent of warm sugar and browned butter, shifting impatiently. He wants to force his way to the front, demand you close down and serve only him, the way he would if he were home, on Asgard. But he knows that you require a light touch, a gentler hand. The way you peek bashfully up at him through your lashes when he finally reaches the front of the line tells him this. 

 “H-hello, um, again,” you say, a smile spreading across your full lips. Your hair is tied back with a white kerchief, but a few curls spring out to frame your pretty face. He watches your throat move as you swallow nervously. 

 “Greetings,” he replies, gracing you with a charming smile. He rubs the back of his neck a little, as his smile turns embarrassed. “I fear I simply cannot stay away.” His self-deprecating laugh earns him a sweet little laugh. 

 “Oh gosh. That’s, you’re just—“ You stammer nervously, shaking your head. “Flatterer.”

 “We had a baker, in the castle. His only task was to deliver the finest of pastries to us. I fear you have him beat on all accounts.” You shake your head, laughing again, this time with disbelief. “And that is not flattery. It cannot be flattery if it is true.”

 Uncomfortable with the compliment, you try to steer the conversation back to the transaction, the one thing Thor is trying to put off. “You’re too kind. What can I get for you today?” 

 “I shall have two of your fruit tarts. And one of these, please.” He points to a delicately frosted cookie in one of the display cases. As you’re puttering about getting his order together, Thor clears his throat. “I also come with a business proposal.” 

 You stop and turn to look at him. “Like… a catering thing?” 

 He nods. 

 “Yes. We are to celebrate the start of the harvest season, might you grace our tables with your talents?” You swallow again, teeth sinking into your deliciously plump lower lip as you slowly drop the cookie into a wax paper bag and replace the tongs on the lid. 

 “Where is it?”

 —

 New Asgard is not as glorious to behold as his home once was, but he is still impressed by the traditional architecture the remainder of his people have been able to erect. The mead hall is bright and bustling with activity, the festivities well underway. Thor watches as you flit from serving table to serving table, fussing over the plates. When you see him watching you, you smile apologetically. 

 “Sorry. I get… controlling, when I cater.” You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope everything has been good.”

 “Delicious. I could not have asked for better.” He produces a goblet of Asgardian wine, and it’s massive in your small hands. “I do not believe you have partaken.” He smiles. “It is a celebration, is it not?”

 You try to put the goblet down on the small table, but Thor’s smile drops by a fraction. He sees the desire to please in you plainly, and this time is no exception as you hesitate, and then turn back to him. 

 “I’m—well, you know, I’m working, technically.” He looses a booming laugh in response.

 “If you are working, then I am your employer, am I not? Please, enjoy the evening.” He watches you carefully as you tip the goblet up to your lips. Your eyebrows rise with surprise. 

 “This is good, actually.” You sniff at the alcohol, looking up at him. “I’m not really much of a drinker,” you admit with a sheepish look. 

 “Mead. Our finest. You’ll find the quality quite different from that of your Midgardian brew.” 

 “Yes, it’s sweeter,” you chirp, taking another sip. Thor is careful to keep the knowing smile from his face. “I like it.” He chats idly with you as you finish it, draining the goblet. 

 “I must ask. What led you to this profession?”

 “Oh, um. My grandmother, actually.” The alcohol has loosened your tongue. You press a hand to your warm cheek. “I grew up with her, and she was always baking. I’m sure you can tell,” you point at yourself, a self-shame dripping from every syllable. 

 “I’m afraid I do not share that particular Midgardian sensibility,” he says casually. “My people find a,” he pauses, letting his eyes linger on yours for a moment more than was appropriate, “robust figure to be a sign of good health.” His smile widens by a fraction. “And virility.”  He turns to a passing server, and plucks another two goblets of wine from her tray. Thor presents one to you, and you’re too flustered not to take it. 

 You take a few sips, and Thor readies his timed apology. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend.”

 “Y-you, um, you didn’t.” You’re eager to change the subject, and Thor obliges. 

 “Would you like a tour?” He asks, the smile on his face turning proud. “I would be honored to show you.” You want to be talking about anything other than yourself, and so you nod as Thor watches you drain your second goblet. 

 “Yes, yes please. That would be wonderful.” 

 He walks you through the tapestries lining the walls of the great hall, victories and feats of valor performed by his father, his ancestors. There are artifacts on marble pedestals in the hallway, and as Thor closes the large doors behind him, the sound of festivities fades into interminable silence. You marvel appropriately at his treasures, and Thor beams at you. 

 “My father’s helm,” he replies, nodding at the golden helmet you stand in front of. “It was quite something to see him ride into battle.” 

 “These are amazing,” you reply earnestly. “I’m… I’m very sorry. About what happened.” 

 His smile turns grim. “Yes.” He grimaces. “A loss I fear my people shall never recover from.” The long hallway begins to slope upward, leading to a set of stone steps. He leads you up them, and you follow unquestioningly. His own chambers are above the mead hall, ornately furnished in the style of his destroyed home. You gape at the luxury of it as he leads you inside, your eyes moving from the brightly lit fire in the hearth to the bed, the balcony. The settees and pillows in front of the hearth make for fine seating, and there is a pitcher of wine and two glasses on the table. Thor motions for you to sit, and you do. 

 You smooth the silky fabric of your dress behind you carefully as you perch on the pillows, and Thor begins to pour you another glass. 

 “I really shouldn’t—”

 “What is another glass of wine between friends, hmm?” He asks, knowing full well that the inside of your skull must be buzzing fiercely already. Cowed, you meekly accept the goblet, raising it to your lips as he raises his. “I must complement you once again,” he says, and you fidget, drinking deeply from your goblet. 

 “T-thank you. I honestly… I can’t believe you asked me.” Thor settles himself beside you, close enough that your thighs touch. 

 “I could think of none better.” His hand falls to your shoulder, and you swallow thickly, and lean forward to place your goblet back on the little table in front of you. You miscalculate though, and almost miss. Thor quickly snatches the cup from your alcohol-clumsy fingers with a chuckle. 

“Careful, little mouse.”

 You duck your head.  “I’m—I’m sorry. I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.” The words are slurry and heavy on your tongue, he can tell by how their edges run together, the words blurring like runny watercolor. “I—”

 “It is strong, is it not?” He hums, placing it on the table. 

 “Y-yes.” You blink up at him blearily before shaking your head. “I-I should go. Check back on the—” His hand clamps down your thigh, large enough to cover most of it with his palm. Thor squeezes gently. 

 “No, pet,” Thor chides you softly. “We’re having a conversation. It is rude to leave now.” You squeak as he squeezes again. “You know, I quite like you.” He revels in the feel of your soft skin under the thin fabric of your dress, his hand moving slowly up and down your thigh. Your eyes widen as you search for an exit, your mouth opening and closing while you try to find words to dissuade him.

 “Th-that’s very nice, but, I, um—”

 Thor chokes off your protests by lifting the goblet to your lips for you. He tilts it up as his other hand slides behind your head. Your eyes widen with shock, and you cough, sputtering as he tips the wine down your throat. Some of it runs out of the corners of your mouth as you choke on it, but far more of it goes down your throat. You feel dizzy and sick as he pulls away, swaying dangerously on the couch. 

 His hands are already working at his belts and trousers furiously, before loosing the cape at his shoulders. You lift a hand to your head as you try—and fail—to stand, falling back to the cushions. Thor hushes your drunken, mumbled protests with his own mouth, sighing as he runs his tongue along the seam of your lips. You’re so small, his hands span almost the length of your waist as he grabs you about the hips, pulling you down until your hips fit lewdly against his. You try to close your thighs around his hips clumsily. The movement forces your dress up your hips, exposing your panties as you fidget.

 “—I, wait—”

 “It’s alright, pet,” he brushes one of this thumbs across your lips, slipping it between them as you open your mouth to speak again. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He groans at the sight of you, and slaps his cock against your vulva a few times for good measure. 

 “F-feel good?” You mumble drunkenly, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes. 

 “Oh yes, pet,” he purrs, fisting his length in one hand. The thick, veiny length of him stretches almost to your belly button, and as he plays with the swelling nub at your center, you grow slick and whiny. Your breath hitches in your chest as he presses against your tight entrance, your cunt stretching reluctantly around his head. You whine, pressing your head back into the pillows as you huff through your teeth. 

 “T-too big, Thor—” The head pops inside and he feels you shudder, the words turning into an embarrassedly pleased moan. 

 “On the contrary pet,” he says lowly, drawing back only to drive in another few inches. “I think it’s just right.”

 fin

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[bts-hyperfixation]

Kinktober day 7

Jimin and tae aren't written yet so we are skipping forward

Jungkook - cockwarming

Fluffy cockwarming

“Baby? You home?” you pause your headphones and listen properly, your ears seem to be playing tricks on you. Taunting you with the promise of your boyfriend returning home early. The group was due to have at least two more weeks of press junkets abroad. Just as you’re about to press play, he calls out to you again. “Y/N? Please be home.” The call trails off as he questions his potentially wasted journey. 

Jungkook opens the door just as you scramble off the bed. His eyes meet yours and he refuses to hesitate another moment, throwing off his backpack as he launches himself across the room at you. He uses the momentum to swing you around before falling back onto the bed with you in his arms.

“Missed you.” He murmurs into your neck as he snuggles close. He inhales deeply, committing the smell of your perfume back into his memory. He squeezes so tight all the air escapes from your lungs. “I’m never going on tour without you, ever again.” He litters kisses across everywhere he can reach.

“I missed you too Kookie.” You giggle, the kisses and his barely there stubble tickling. 

“I mean it, quit your job! I’m not doing that again!” He pulls away and fixes you with his best doe eyes and pout.

“I’ve told you Kook, I’m not quitting my job to follow my boyfriend around the world as he gets screamed at by hundreds of girls.” You roll your eyes and lean in to kiss the pout away. He gladly accepts the peck.

“Then don't. Quit your job to follow your husband around the world instead.” He smirks suggestively, while you shake your head assuming he’s joking, right up until the point he pulls the red satin box from his pocket and slips down onto the floor. 

“Tell me you’re joking?” You gape at the idol on one knee. 

“Nope came back special. Couldn’t wait any longer, PD nim told the press `I'm not well', something about me annoying everyone too much.” He shakes his head to clear the thought and opens the box to reveal an ornate gemstone lay in silver. “Y/N tell me you’ll marry me, please.” You stare at him completely caught off guard. You’d known for a long time now that Jungkook was the one for you, but you were never quite sure he felt the same way.

He lived too quickly, too freely. You’d just assumed you would be with him until he entered the next phase of his life. A willing blip in his supernova. You blinked at him in disbelief as he fidgeted anxiously. He blinked back looking alarmingly similar to the rabbit he was often compared to.

“Is this a no?” He whispers, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. 

“No! I mean yes….” He’s about to snap the ring box shut defeated as you take a deep breath. You reach out for the ring before he can take it away from you, placing the delicate jewellery on your left hand. “Jungkook, I’d love to marry you.” You reach out and cup his chin, admiring how the ring glitters as you move it under the light. You use the leverage to pull him back up to you, kissing him deeply and dragging him back on to the bed with you. 

You reach up and wipe the tears from his eyes, as more well up in your own. He laughs as he reaches out to mimic your actions. When it fails and you’re both still crying he pulls you close and squeezes as if you’ll float away the second he lets go. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him as close as physically possible but it still doesn’t feel close enough. You claw at his hoodie, pulling it until he lets you drag it over his head. You throw your own shirt across the room and immediately curl back into him, whining when the skin on skin contact still feels too far away.

“Missed you, need you closer.” You mumble against him.

 He nods in agreement, clearly feeling the same way.

“Need to feel you around me.” His voice is raspy as he tugs at the zip on your jeans. “Can you cock warm me baby, just need to be inside you.” You climb off of him just long enough for you both to discard your bottoms. He shuffles up the bed, lying back against your pillow and waits for you to be ready. Steadily you lower yourself down on to his cock, moaning as you force yourself down completely unprepared. As soon as you're comfortable you lie forwards onto your fiancé’s chest.

He plays idly with your hair as you indulge in the feeling of him. After a while he begins humming to you, a medley of every wedding song he knows just for you as you drift off to sleep in his lap.

Masterlist

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝

→ premise: steve spoils you, a little too much. for once in your relationship he’s denying you the thing he always gives you, orgasms.

→ paring: steve harrington x fem!reader

→ warnings: eighteen+, smut, unprotected sex orgasm denial, mirror sex, very small daddy kink, mean!steve, nicknames [babe, baby princess, my girl], praising, very small degrading

→ a/n: 06 kinktober! did’nt proofread at all so sorry for mistakes

Steve never denied you anything, your friends often teased him constantly for giving in to you. He often gives you multiple orgasms each night. He cant help how pretty you look when you're squirming, whining and giving into your high washing over you. He can't help but think you’re beginning to take them for granted, since you’ve started asking him for more than one. He needs to remind you just who is the one giving you them. So now he’s going to deny you your sweet release.

“Stevie p-please just let me cum” you whine and attempt to give Steve puppy dog eyes through the mirror. He was pressed against your back, his big hands held onto your waist as he thrusted into you. His cock made you feel so full every time he was inside you. He was bigger than most girls could handle but you were able to take all of him. Steve thought he was gonna lose it and cum the second he first bottomed out inside you. That stinging beautiful stretch that happens each time he first slides his cock inside drove you crazy. You’re only an hour into steve fucking you in front of the large full length mirror that stood in your room. Normally Steve would have had you cumming for the second time by now. But he was punishing you.

“Can't do that sweet girl, I've spoiled ya’ a bit too much princess. Turned my girl into a greedy slut cause a givin’ you so many orgasms. So you don't get to cum” he laughed softly in a mocking tone at your small grumbles and whines of protests. You were already so close to the edge ready to fall over and let your high wash over you. You needed to be good and listen but Steve wanted to toutre you, make it impossible not to cum.

His thrusts start to speed up and get rougher, pushing you forward to your hands and knees. “God, this pussy s‘good baby. You're squeezing the shit outta me babe” he groans and digs his fingers into your waist and hips. You were already getting worked up over his praise and rambling of how good it is, the thought of the bruises that’ll be left on your body at the end only excited you more. “Just let me cum this once please steve i don't need more than one, just gimme one please” you were pleading by this point the knot forming in the pit of your stomach was becoming unbearably tight. Steve grunts and grabs your discarded panties that were left on the floor and stuffs them in your parted mouth. The whine you let out is muffled by the soaked fabric, you can taste your slick on your tongue as your eyebrows furrow begging Steve with your eyes. He usually turns to mush from your dough eyes not this time. He was unrelenting.

“Gotta shut this pretty mouth of yours up, I coulda just denied you my cock would that be better?” He tilts his head, looking at you through the mirror, that is beginning to fog up slightly. You frantically shake your head, tears brimming your eyes. Being denied your orgasm began to hurt, your throbbing red puffy cunt begging for relief and more at the same time.

Your teary eyes earn you a tilted smirk through the mirror and a kiss at the base of your spine. “Good girl” Steve grunts as he continues his abusing thrusts hitting the sponge sweet spot deep inside you. A spot Steve's cock hits everytime without fail.

You bite down on your cotton panties that were silencing you to concentrate on not letting go.

Your hips involuntarily bucking back to meet Steve's deep and hard thrusts, we’re betraying you however and making that seem like mission fucking impossible The tears sliding down your face only made Steve speed up. Your hands flail around looking for anything to hold onto and steady yourself, they end up landing on the back of Steve's thighs. Digging your nails into the plush skin, causing Steve to let out a small hiss at the pain. You both knew there’d be crescent shaped indents left by the time your punishment is done.

“I’m real close princess, fuck” he grunts as he throws his head back. You could tell without the warning he was close, his thrusts lost rhythm and his cock was throbbing inside you. The pain of holding your orgasm back was building up faster and you were becoming overly sensitive. You felt every little drag and pulse of his cock inside you and it was only making you cry harder.

Steve thrusts deep inside you one last time and rambles of “good girl” alongside your name as he shoots hot white strings of cum deep inside you, filling you up. Pain shoots through your lower half and you let out a loud whine as steve rubs circles on your hips and smiles at the forming purple and yellow bruises.

He held still inside you and even though he finished your hips were still grinding back on him softly, your body begging for release. All the built up tension getting to your head, making you a desperate whining mess. “Think I should let you cum baby? You were s’good for me” he pulls your now sopping wet panties from your mouth. A mixture of your slick and saliva rubs down your chin. He began trailing small kisses up your back and rubbing out the knots and kinks in your back waiting on an answer. You knew there was only one right answer that would get you the release you so desperately needed. “Only if you think i deserve it daddy” you whine and let go of his thighs to wipe your eyes and chin.

“There’s my good girl, my girl may be spoiled but she always deserves it” he leans down and captures your lips in a steamy kiss, mumbling ‘cum’ against your soft lips. Sliding his hand down your hip and between your legs, rubbing your needy cilt finally giving it attention for the first time tonight. He’s quick to slip tongue between your parted lips when you gasp in surprise and pleasure.

It’s not long at all before your high comes crashing over you practically making your whole body shake.

→ a/n: first time writing for steve so i hope he doesnt seem out of character :/! Ive gotten very behind on kinktober and had to shorten my prompt list but hopefully i can finish it now!!

[littlest-dark-age]

Day 1 : Fall out in the cold star light

Stalker eddie can't seem to keep his hands to himself

tw : somno, thigh fucking, pet names (precious angel, baby, good slut), eddie calls himself daddy, delusional eddie, slight degradation, mentions of eddie following reader. If I missed anything, please let me know

Eddie knows he shouldn't feel like this, and that his feelings towards you shouldn't push him to do illegal actions. Especially when the town already is convinced he sacrifices goats behind his trailer, yet he can't seem to help it. Finding himself standing in front of your house well past midnight, with such perverse intentions. 

He didn't mean to sneak in while you were home the first time it happened and panicked when he saw your sleeping form tucked into your cozy bed. You had said that you'd be staying the night with Robin whenever he was watching you in the library. Yet in the few hours that he wasn't staring at the back of your head and straining his ears to hear your words, something had come up for her to not be able to have you over that night. Eddie quickly decided that this, being able to watch over you as you rested peacefully unaware of him so close, was better than shoving his face in your pillow and blowing his load all over your poor teddy bears. This is where such a dirty and disgusting habit was born. Sneaking in when he knew you were at home and daring himself to do more and more every night, silently hoping you'd wake in the midst of him touching you. 

Eddie climbs the vine covered lattice panel until he's able to grab onto the edge of your cracked window and hauls himself into your room. Instantly being welcomed by the gentle glow of your little lamp tucked away on the corner of your desk and the sight of you, slightly snoring with your face squished into the pillow. 

A smile spreads across his face at the sight of you, his sweet angel, before he shrugs off his jacket and vest and carefully kicks off his beat up shoes near the window. Eddie shuffles over to the side of your bed in the dim light, trying to be quiet so as to not wake you. He bends down and softly strokes your exposed cheek with his large, warm hands. A bolt of excitement running through him like it always does whenever he gets to feel you, even if it's something as simple as resting his hand on your cheek. 

Growing bolder at the fact that you didn't stir at the light touch, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and another to the tip of your nose. Resting his own forehead against yours, Eddie closes his eyes and simply breathes you in for a moment. Before he mixes your intoxicating scent with his own. 

"I love you so much baby. Can't ever get you out of my head but I'm not sure if I want to." His gentle mumbles seem so loud in the calm air of your bedroom. 

Slowly standing all the way up, he begins to crawl onto the bed with you. Stilling when his weight causes the springs to creek as he examines your face for any signs of your waking while he has one knee on the bed, perched on the soft mattress to be as close as he possibly can be. The closeness and your scent causing his cock to stir in his ripped jeans and making them even tighter on him. 

Eddie is finally able to settle in and lay down next to your sleeping body, tucking himself into your neck as he slides his hands over your blanket covered side. Slowly rubbing up and down the length of your side before beginning to tug the soft blanket down, little by little. Revealing your cute pajamas that you got for your birthday last year that also happened to be your favorite, at least that's what you told Robin. He feels like he knows you so well yet is still so far away from you, as if you were the sun and he was the moon. Forced away from one another, yet Eddie couldn't resist your pull. Always wanting to keep you in view, needing to know every scrap of information you would give him. Even if you didn't know you were giving it to him. You consumed Eddie in every way possible and had to know you did, it's why you never bothered to lock your window or the reason you'd always wear such cute night clothes when you knew he was going to sneak in. At least, that's what Eddie convinced himself to push the guilt down of cumming into your underwear the first time. Now he doesn't care, too high on the feeling of you and being able to feel you. 

Blinking away the thoughts that flood his corrupt mind, Eddie shifts you carefully onto your back and finishes tugging the covers down to your thighs. 

"My precious angel….god, look at you. You were teasing me today, weren't you? Showing off those legs during gym because you missed me? You don't have to slut yourself out like that just because I've been busy, honey. Daddy was just busy, that's all. Didn't forget about you….not one bit." Eddie practically purrs out into the silence of your room while fumbling with the knot on the drawstrings of your pajama bottoms. 

He pulls down the bottoms and lifts your legs ever so slightly, giving himself just enough room to wiggle between them. His cold rings grazing your warm and soft skin as he looks down at you from sitting on his knees. Free hand reaching down to unzip and pull his half hard cock out of his jeans, hissing at the cold. Shifting his hips so he can rut against your thigh, brows furrowing at the feeling of your pillow soft skin. 

The sound of Eddie's jeans ruffling against your sheets fill the room along with the quiet squeaking of your bed as he rubs himself against your thighs. Eagerly tugging up your top to reveal your chest, he leans down and presses sloppy open mouthed kisses all over your stomach. Hunched over your body, covering every possible inch of skin with his drooly kisses, slowly making his way up your chest and around your nipples. Flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud and moaning at the taste of your skin. 

"Hold on baby, sorry, gonna rearrange you a bit," he shuffles around so both of your legs are to the left of him and pressed together, trapping his cock between your thighs ",there we go. Fuck…" 

Eddie slowly starts to pump his cock between your legs, squeezing his eyes shut and tossing his head back. Imagining how much better it would feel to actually be in you. 

"No no no, not yet. Want you awake when I finally fuck you. Wanna watch you struggle to take my cock, gonna stretch you out so fucking good. Its tempting though, fucking you awake. Watching that peaceful face turn to shock when you realize what's going on. See those pretty eyes roll back when you feel how good I am to you, that I'm doing all of it to make you feel good." He rambles to the ceiling, hips slapping against your thighs and making them jiggle with every thrust. The mental image of you spread out on his dick causing the knot in his stomach to tangle even further, bolts of pleasure running through him as sweat starts to form on his hairline. 

Jaw dropping as he tries to bite back his moans, whines and hushed whimpers still escaping. Wanting so badly to be able to moan out your name like a prayer but knowing it wouldn't end well if your parents found the town freak corrupting and using their child's body for his own sick desires. The thought of them, and the whole town, knowing that you're his nearly sends him over the edge. You'd be branded with the mark of the beast in their minds and so he'd get you all to himself for whatever he wanted. 

Eddie yanks your underwear hurriedly, holding up one of your legs against him so he can tug on his weeping cook. Gripping himself, he quickly begins to fuck his fist. Pressing kisses to your calf that's resting on his shoulder, the knot in his belly finally snapping as he cums all over you. Thick white spurts coating your precious skin as his whole body shudders. Hips pumping into his slick fist so he can give you every drop of his cum as he pants. 

"Fuck, take it. Take it like a good slut for daddy. That's it baby, that's it…" He rasps out with closed eyes before gulping and beginning to adjust your clothes. Rubbing your underwear into his cum to make a nice wet spot that you'll get embarrassed about in the morning. 

Eddie takes a moment to make sure his knees won't give out as he's climbing back down your lattice paneling, watching your chest rise with every breath. Thinking about how tomorrow during lunch, you'll tell Robin that you think you might need to see someone for leaving such a large wet patch in your underwear over a dream. Not knowing that the town freak, Eddie munson, was the cause

[hoonichi]

edit: discontinued

kinktober ‘22 !!

a/n: originally i didn’t plan on making this but hey! it will be my first time participating in kinktober and i want to see if i can do this! let me know if you want to get tagged in any of them!

groups included: treasure, the boyz, enhypen, p1harmony and txt

day one -> overstimulation + tsundere!jihoon (for anon)

day two -> praise kink + keeho

day three -> impregnation + heeseung

day four -> eating out + caring!yoshi (for anon)

day five -> pussy worship + younghoon

day six -> mirror sex + intak

day seven -> sadism + heeseung

day eight -> hate sex + eric

day nine -> voyeurism + neighbor!jake

day ten -> cum play + sunghoon

day eleven -> corruption + dom!junkyu (pt.2)

day twelve -> cockwarming + soobin

day thirteen -> pet play + kevin

day fourteen -> anal + dom!juyeon

day fifteen -> begging + sunwoo

day sixteen -> orgasm denial + dom!sunghoon

day seventeen -> choking + beomgyu

day eighteen -> deep throat + jay

day nineteen -> manhandling + jay & jake

day twenty -> cross dressing + sub!chanhee

day twenty-one -> cock ring + hyunsuk (treasure)

day twenty-two -> face sitting + sub!jake

day twenty-three -> collar & leash + sangyeon

day twenty-four -> double penetration + mashiho & asahi (for anon)

day twenty-five -> public sex + sunwoo

day twenty-six -> cheating + jihoon

day twenty-eight -> teasing + heeseung

day twenty-nine -> solo masturbation + beomgyu (reader!camgirl ver.)

day thirty -> electrostimulation + dom!sunwoo

day thirty-one -> blood play + devil!jake

[thefact0rygirl]

Eating out / Day 6 with the good Commander Wolffe @starlightrows

anything for you bb and our favorite commander 🤍 🤍

good vibrations | commander wolffe x fem!reader

Kinktober Day Six: Eating Out

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Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cunnilingus, use of a sex toy (butt plug), prostate stimulation

“It feels good, doesn’t it? My tongue on your pussy.” 

His voice is low and smooth, his face neutral… or at least as neutral as Wolffe can manage. There always seems to be a ghost of a smirk on his lips, a constant reminder of his cocky side. Especially now.

If there is one thing Commander Wolffe is proud of, it’s his ability to make you fall apart with just his mouth. Always arrogant, always confidant even with a vibrating butt plug buzzing against his prostate. You have the control clenched in one hand while your other hand is tangled in his hair, holding him in place.

He could pull away easily, but that wouldn’t be nearly as fun as what is happening now. Instead, he lets you hold him, his face buried against you, tongue and lips working to make you come. 

“Don’t get shy on me now. Use your words.”

You chuckle through heavy pants as you tap the control in your hand. All amusement melts from his face as the vibrations between his legs grows stronger, and he has to stop for a moment to catch his breath.

“Does that answer your question, Commander?” 

There is a sense of playfulness at the end of your question, egged on when you see his back arch. Wolffe moans your name, burying his head in your thigh and leaving a gentle bite. “You’re — fuck — having too much fun with that.”

“Of course I am! This has been your best idea yet.”

You give him another buzzing moment before dropping the vibrations. Pulling him back to where you want him, you feel his nose brush against your clit as he inhales, “I disagree, sweetheart. My best idea was buying you that drink at 79s."

His tongue parts your folds, dipping in so he can drag your wetness up to your clit. He’s shameless in his movements, licking you up and down as you bloom for him. Each stroke, each flip of his tongue takes your apart, piece by piece, as pleasure builds in your bones.

“Oh fuck, right there,” You pant when his lips encompass your clit. He starts to suck, slow and sweet, until your thighs are trembling around his face. He’s already brought you to the edge and you don’t even realize it. “Yes, Wo—Wolffe, I’m so close, so close. I —!”

He sucks hard on your clit and you come undone, slumping forward as you fall into pure bliss. And Wolffe is there to catch you, his hands coming to support your shaking body, as he moans around your sensitive clit. He could watch you like this forever — nails scratching at his desk for support, back arched, and your chest heaving under the fluorescent lights of his office — and it makes him move a little faster just so can hear your wrecked noises and feel the way your release dribbles down his chin.

Only when your body relaxes does he pull away from your cunt so he can rest his cheek against your thigh. He kisses your soft skin, placing a delicate kiss on top of where he had previously bitten you. He doesn’t bother to hide his smile, the familiar quirk of his lips greeting you when you finally look down at him.

He has a snarky reply sitting on the tip of his tongue when he falters. You’re mirroring his cocky grin back to him, your hand scrambling to pick up the control you dropped during your orgasm.

You turn up the toy again, and he shudders at the sensation. Wolffe feels like his whole body is vibrating, like he’s about to jump out of his own skin. Adjusting yourself, you lean forward to place a wickedly sweet kiss to the top of his head. 

“Your turn, Commander.”

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[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Crazy in Love

Summary: You enjoy taking care of a child with your boyfriend, Joe. Since he already had a son, you thought it best to wait to have one of your own. But Joe has other plans…

Warnings: This one is dark loves (beware). Hiding of birth control (and switching them out), Stalking, Jelousy, Forced Breeding, Bondage (handcuffs), Overstimulation, Pentrative Sex, Somnophila, Creampie, Descriptive Sex, and probably some more enjoy!

Y/n, my dear y/n, why must you attract attention everywhere you go? Why must you be so fucking beautiful? I watch as you walk around the Halloween store looking for a costume, and I've noticed that his eyes have been on you since you entered.

Who, you might ask? The clerk. The guy that is supposed to be doing his job instead of eyefucking with my son in your hands. You would think a baby would keep these assholes away, but they don’t. If anything, they make them worse. He must think you're a single mother in need of a man to fuck her because she hasn't been touched in so long.

He's wrong though. John, which I learned from reading his name tag, is so fucking wrong. He is still at his desk, yet it appears he is ready to make a move on you, my love. I walk over in my hat and glasses, feigning an interest in something.

“Hey man, do you know where I can find the masks?” He looks annoyed because he was just a moment away from tapping you on your shoulder and trying to take you away from me, and that is not going to happen. He looks annoyed, but I do not give one single damn.

I see you have found a costume. It's unfortunate that I was occupied with John over here and couldn't see it, but it's okay. I love surprises. You're now making your way home, and that's all that matters. John gives up once he sees you walking out of the store and rolls his eyes, pointing to the back of the store.

Now it is time for me to hurry home. With a smile, I make John's day even worse. “On second thought I think I might go to another store thank you buddy.” And he is off stomping back to his counter. Exiting the store, I enter my car and make my way home, back to you and henry.

The moment I walk through our door, I see you setting Henry in his highchair, getting him ready for lunch. I appreciate and adore you more and more every day because of the way you treat him like your own. As soon as you saw I was in the kitchen, you broke into a wide smile and instantly made my day.

“How was the Halloween store?” Even though I already know the answer, I still want to hear your gentle voice. “It was good, baby. I got us all costumes for your friend's costume party, we're going as the Flinstones.” You said, putting your soft lips in a kiss. I favor the moment as you slip your tongue in my mouth.

The kiss was about to turn into a make-out session until Henry started to babble when he finally spotted me. You break the kiss to look at him with the most perfect timing because your alarm for birth control goes off. You hurry off by giving me a peck on my cheek.

You are such a silly girl. Rushing off to go take your birth control. It’s a shame you don’t know that I have been swapping them out with pills that help you get pregnant. It's all a part of our future and I'm doing this for us.

I have already arranged for this to happen tonight so you can enjoy your last day of not being pregnant because this is definitely going to happen. Henry is almost through eating when you return to the kitchen and seat down next to me.

You pick up where you left off and start to eat the food that you prepared for Henry and yourself. I just can't help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you look when you put the spoon to your lips, taking a bite out of your creation. The moan you let out when you taste it does something to me, something feral.

With each bite I watch as you lick your lips before they curve around the spoon. And it’s helpless for me to not imagine how they would feel against mine, so impossibly smooth. How velvety your tongue would feel licking up and down my- I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts as you stand to pick up a spoon henry dropped onto the floor. But just as quickly, I go back to them as I watch you bend down. I have to hold myself back from just taking you right there.

You return back to your meal. Once you've finished eating and clearing your dishes, you notice that Henry was done with his food as well. By this time, it was about 5 pm, which meant that Henery needed to be put down for a nap soon. I lift out of my chair, ready to clean him off, but you're always one step ahead of me. You order me to sit down before you take Henry to wash him off to lay him down.

You come back in about 10 minutes with a sheepish smile on your face. “He has been active all day, but I'm going to lay down a little bit. Do you want to come?” you asked me. How could I say no to a face like that? I nodded my head signally that I’ll take a nap with you as we made our way into our shared bedroom. You go to your dresser and I notice how you put on some shorts without any panties.

After you climb into bed and wait for me to join you, I take my shirt off and get into bed next to you, wrap my arms around you, bury your head in my chest, and immediately fall to sleep with light snores escaping your lips. I admire you while you sleep. How could I possibly not? I notice the way your chest rises and down. I can feel your nipples through the thin material of your shirt on my chest. I definitely can't help but notice your leg wrapped around mine. Every now and then you rub yourself against my leg and I feel myself harden under my sweatpants.

I let you sleep for at least an hour before I decide to make my move. I reach over and unlock my drawer, revealing two sets of handcuffs. I slowly push you to lay on your back. I take hold of your wrist and attach one pair to chain your wrist to the headboard before doing the same with the other. Grabbing a condom, I make sure to make as many holes I can with a tack before I turn my attention back to you.

Using my fingertips, I run them over your body as you still lay dead asleep. I pull your shorts to the side and pull my shorts off. I wrap my hands around my cock and fist it a couple of times. Collecting the precum on my fingers, I rub it onto your clit to give you some type of lubrication.

Rolling the condom onto my cock, I move in between your legs and enjoy the last few moments of your sleeping face before I move my cock inside of you slowly. You're still sleeping as I go inch by inch. I trust my hips slightly faster as I hold my groans in, not wanting to wake you up. The pleasure is way too strong right now. Even in your sleep your pussy fits around me like a tight sleeve.

You start to stir in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper. “Fuck”. That was music to my ears as I stroke faster feeling my cock twitch inside of you due to you and your damn walls clenching against me. “Fuck, y/n I could’nt resist, baby. You looked so fucking hot while you were sleeping, I couldn’t help myself,” I say as I notice you have woken up while you stare up at me, holding your moans back with your eyes glossy and mouth wide open.

“Joe, fuck” you whimpered. Your voice drives me to the edge, causing me to release along with you. The milk of my cum and it all going inside of you (little do you know). I pull out quickly, causing you to hiss at the loss of contact, and take the condom off, throwing it in the trash next to our bed. I can hear you breathing deeply as you close your eyes and process the orgasm you just had.

Once more, I slip between your legs and completely bury my cock inside of you. Your hands are raised over your head as you stare up at me, appearing as though your eyes would bulge out of your head. You are so fucking wet that I slip in and out of you quickly because of the ring of cum on my cock. “Baby your fucking me so good,” you say a little loudly. I cover your mouth with my hand as I feel you sob against it, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

Moving my hips faster, I pound into you as you cry. I can feel your tears on my palms and I see them coating your beautiful face. “Lovely, I’m about to cum again, are you with me?" I said, wanting to cum at the same time. You nod against my hand in reply. I detach my palm from your face. “Joe, make sure to pull out okay!” You say with a little desperation. “I will sweetheart don’t worry about it,” I say, knowing that I'm not. You clench around and start to shake as you start cuming on my cock. I can feel the warmth of your cum spread between us as I bottom out and cum so fucking deep inside of you.

“Baby I told you not to cum inside me!” you whine, highly upset, trying to free yourself of the handcuffs. “Calm down my sweet y/n, I have a plan b you can take.” I reassure myself knowing that the “plan b” that I’m going to give you is a sugar pill. We both put on our clothes and head out to check on Henry after I release you from the handcuffs and give you the pill. After seeing that he was okay we lay down and sleep for the rest of the night.

THE NEXT DAY

We at your friend's house and I were dressed as the flintstones as we walked around greeting everyone. You look so beautiful with your costume and carry Henry around in his I can't wait to see you pregnant walking around with Henry letting everyone know that you're mine.

After A while things started to wiehle down and we were all sitting around the couch playing games and watching movies. Until you aburty hand Henery off to one of your friends before you speed walk into the bathroom I follow you because I'm worried until I see you hunched over the toilet throwing up. I hold your hair back because I care about you and I care about us and our future together.

“Ugh I feel so horrible” you said sitting down on the bathroom floor catching your breath. “I’ll schedule a doctor's appointment tomorrow so we can see what's going on” I said as you looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you babe. What would I do without you.” you explained putting flutters in my chest.

I’m happy that you see a glimpse of what I would do for you…

Austin! Elvis post will be posted tomorrow thank you for all the love you guys have been giving my imagine. I appreciate all of you 😭🫶🏾

[barnesafterglow]

only the two of us

summary: stuck together, you and bucky find yourselves in an unfortunate position (or maybe not)

pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: dubcon (very much consensual but it's sex pollen so yk just being safe), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, pining bucky (just a little), one computer was harmed in the writing of this fic

a/n: here is my next prompt: sex pollen with tfatws!bucky. i really liked writing this one! i'm sorry i haven't posted hardly any prompts but i'm trying not to pressure myself. please reblog and comment so i know you liked it!

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The sound of your fist hitting against metal echoed through the empty room. It would be your luck that you’d get stuck in a metal bunker the same night you had your first date in months.

“I know you’re feisty, but I don’t think even you could break down that door.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Barnes.” You spun to face him, your back pressed against the cool door. “We wouldn’t even be in this mess if it weren’t for you.”

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, casually leaning against the metal shelf on the other side of the room. You looked away from his stare - god that man could stare - and took in your surroundings.

It was a fairly small room, two shelves lined without unlabeled chemicals across from the door, a desk with a computer older than you and then some, and what looked like a lab table - cool black countertop littered with beakers and metal instruments. 

“If saving your ass counts as my fault then sure, I’ll take the blame.” You could hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice, which only irritated your situation.

“I didn’t need help,” you said, voice raising a few octaves, as you threw your hands in the air in frustration. “I was totally fine.”

“Maybe you didn’t need help, but it wouldn’t kill you to take it every once in a while.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. He was in the same position as he was before, looking entirely unbothered despite his tone matching your own annoyance. You knew he was right, not that you would ever tell him.

Two enemy agents had you backed towards the room you were currently in, though you could tell they were not in fighting shape. You had one down when Bucky rounded the corner, taking your attention away just enough for the agent to swing his knife at you, slicing through the thick material of your Kevlar suit. He went in again, this time aiming for your jugular, and Bucky pushed you out of the way, getting off a shot as the two of you careened into the room, the metal door closing shut.

The same door you now pushed off of, pacing back and forth in front of the door, trying to strategize your next move. The comms were out, so you had to hope that Sam would notice when the two of you missed your checkpoint. But your checkpoint wasn’t for another hour, and then he would have to send a team, and then they would have to figure out where you were and how to get you out. You guessed it would be at least three or four hours before you were free from this tiny box.

“I want to get out too, but you don’t have to pace like that. We’ll just wait for Sam. It’s not like we have anywhere else to be.”

“I do,” you replied. “I was going to- I had plans tonight.”

“Plans?”

“Plans.”

“What kind of plans?” You threw your hands up in the air at his question.

“Plans that are none of your goddamn business, Barnes!” He blinked, not fazed but shocked nonetheless. He held his hands up in surrender.

Of course he would be able to make you feel bad for snapping him without saying a single word. The effect he had on you was not one you had ever examined closely, nor would you want to.

“I just,” you took a deep breath, deciding if you really wanted to share something so personal with him, of all people. “I was supposed to have a date tonight and… it’s been a while.”

You wrung your hands together, waiting for the pieces to click into place for him. It only took a moment - damn him and his incredible brain - before he nodded knowingly. Then a lazy grin spread across his face and you immediately regretted ever opening your mouth.

“I’m sorry you’re gonna miss your date. Try Tinder when we get back, I’ve heard it’s great for fulfilling your needs.”

It took all your willpower not to throw your boot at him, but you managed to keep from doing any bodily harm - for now. Instead, you turned away from his amused stare and began making a slow circle around the room, you trailed your fingers along the way, searching for any kind of groove or crevice that could be hiding your escape. When you reached the shelves - where Bucky still stood - you avoided eye contact, instead examining the shelf for anything out of place. If you were being honest, everything was out of place, but for the sake of being optimistic, you carefully examined the glass vials and beakers.

Bucky, who had been following your movements, zeroed in on the gash on your arm. It wasn’t deep, and the blood had dried, so you weren’t concerned. But apparently had turned into a field medic or a mother hen, and gripped your arm to look at it.

“Just let me -” “Quit that -” The two of you spoke at the same time, and you pulled your arm away from him.

Not realizing just how close you were to the shelf, your elbow knocked against it, shaking the rack just enough for a vial that was too close to the edge to fall towards you. Even with his supersoldier instincts, Bucky couldn’t stop it.

You tried to grab it, and the thin glass shattered in your hand. Tiny cuts bloomed across your palm, and whatever the hell liquid was inside seeped into your wounds. You tried in vain to wipe the liquid off on your pants, but you knew it was useless. The mystery chemical took effect almost immediately, heat spreading through your chest and face.

White hot pain flashed through your entire body, bringing you to your knees. Bucky shouted your name, picking you up and setting you in the old desk chair. He had to keep his hands on your shoulders to keep you upright, the pain still coming in harsh waves.

“What was that?” Each word was broken by a heave; even talking was a painful task. You looked at Bucky and for the first time, you let yourself truly take in just how beautiful he was. You had always known - anyone with eyes knew that - but the thought of even acknowledging the feelings that bloomed in your stomach every time he looked at you was terrifying.

Your relationship with Bucky was tumultuous - sometimes coexisting in sync, as if you had been friends for years. Other times, you got under each others’ skin so bad that Sam would have to scold you like children. It was an odd dynamic, and you could never decipher his feelings towards you.

Now, though, none of that anxiety stirred within you. Instead, you could feel the imprint of pure fire where he touched you, and he was closer than he had ever been before.

You took in the small details of his face, the ones you would never see unless you were so intimately close like you were now. The dip in his chin, the small scatter of freckles across his nose, the flecks of darker blue in his icy eyes. The heat in you increased tenfold, this time spreading through your core, and when Bucky moved one to lift your chin towards him, a small whimper left your lips.

His brow furrowed, then he frowned - his thoughts obviously circling rapidly - before his eyes finally widened in understanding.

“Buck, do you know what it is?” Your voice came out small, trying to dampen down the arousal that pressed between your thighs.

“Yeah it’s -” He looked down, biting his lower lip. Whatever it was, it was clearly hard for him to explain it. “I’ve only ever seen it once, with HYDRA. I don’t even remember what they called it, but basically it creates an intense sexual desire. They used it to torture traitors of the institute. The gist is, you have to have intercourse or it will burn you from the inside out. Fry your brain.”

“Oh.” It made sense now, why your body felt like it was on fire, why Bucky’s touch unleashed rampant feelings.

His eyes fell to your thighs, where they were squeezed together, trying to stamp down the waves of arousal. You knew he had hypersensitive senses, but you prayed to the gods that he couldn’t smell how wet you already were from his slight touch. You knew your hopes were in vain when he met your eyes again, his own so dark and intense that you had to look away before you did something stupid.

Then another spike of pain struck your abdomen and you doubled over in pain, burying your face in Bucky’s neck as he steadied you.

“Please.” Your voice was a whisper, a whimper, a plea. “Help me.”

“I can’t -”

“You can. You always lecture me about how I never ask for help. Well I’m asking for it now.”

More pain rolled through you, and you pushed closer to him.

“I didn’t want it to be like this.”

You didn’t have time to question his words before he was cradling the sides of your face and drawing you to him for a kiss. You could tell he was trying to keep it chaste, free of passion, but that wasn’t what you wanted. Needed.

You grabbed his hands, moving them down your body until they rested on your chest. He pulled away, looking into your eyes, and your small nod of consent snapped something within him.

He pulled you up from the chair, lips finding yours again, and pushed you onto the desk. Except there was something blocking his movements - the old computer - and he gave no thought as he pushed it out of the way. As it crashed to the floor, he settled you farther back on the desk, stepping between your legs.

Your moans echoes through the small room as he undid the buckles and zips of your tact suit. When he finally managed to slip the top from your body, his mouth immediately trailed downwards, nipping at your jaw, snapping open your bra as if it were second nature. Once you were bare to him, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, his left hand circling your other, and the cool sensation of the metal nearly took your breath away.

He looked up at the sound of your gasp, a look of concern that melted away as he took in your debauched state. You gripped the short strands of his hair, pulling his mouth back to yours. As you worked off his own tact suit, he pulled back for only a moment to slip off your boots and his own, then easily slipped your pants from your body as his mouth attacked yours again.

In a matter of minutes, you were both bare to each other and you had never wanted anyone more than you did him in that moment. Maybe it was the drugs coursing through your veins, maybe it was the feelings that had been hidden and buried since the moment you met him. All you knew was that you were going to die if you didn’t have his body pressed to yours.

“Buck,” you said, reaching your hand out for him. “C’mere”

He was more than happy to oblige you, gripping your hand and marrying his lips to yours again. The kiss was short, too short, and you whined as he pulled away until his knees hit the concrete floor, spreading your legs even wider.

You gasped when his tongue circled your clit, and you clenched around nothing when he groaned at the taste of you. Feeling your distress, his eyes bore into yours as he easily slid two fingers into you.

“Bucky please.”

“Gotta make you feel good, baby.” You could swear your intermingled moans rattle the metal surrounding you as he buried his face between your legs.

Your body still felt as if you were burning alive, even as you came around his fingers, drenching his face. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until he was buried deep inside you.

And he knew that, because he stood - grabbing your hair and tilting your head back so he could kiss you again. You pulled away just enough to speak, opening your mouth to beg again - you would get on your knees and beg if you had to - but he bit your lip, effectively shutting you up.

“I know,” he soothed. “I know what you need, honey.”

You cried out as he slid into you, the stretch present even with his preparation - even though your body was more than ready to take him in. He pushed and pushed, and you thought he may never bottom out, but then his pelvis was pressed against yours and you threw your head back in pleasure.

“Look at me,” he whispered, gripping your hair again and pressing your foreheads together. The look in his eyes only heightened your pleasure. “Wanted this for so long.”

You were hearing things. This drug was making you crazy. Even though you could feel the heat dissipating with every thrust, you were sure your brain was already fried, because you could never have imagined hearing those words from Bucky.

But even as your mind cycled through surprise and denial and confusion, you knew that you felt exactly the same, even if you had never let yourself admit it.

Your foreheads were still pressed together, breaths heavy against the other’s mouth, when he finally spilled inside you, and the feel of that alone pushed you over your own edge.

He fell forward, still inside you, and began scattering small kisses along your shoulder. You shivered at the gentle touch juxtaposed with the arousal still lingering, and you felt everything crash around you.

“Bucky, I’m so sorry.” The panic was evident in your voice now that the drug had fully left your system. And even though your revelation still rang true, you felt a pit in your stomach at the thought of you forcing yourself on him. It was like he could see the thoughts racing through your head, because he gently pressed the pad of his thumb against your lips.

“Don’t apologize. You’re okay. I’m okay.” From the pile of clothes on the floor, there was a crackle of static before Sam’s voice rang through. 

“Guys? I got Parker to fuck around with your comms when I saw you went offline. Are you okay?”

“We’ll talk about this later,” he said before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

He searched through his suit until he found the small device, and described your location to Sam as best he could. 

As he talked, his eyes found yours, and a small smile tugged at his lips. You could feel a blush creeping across your face, but you still smiled back at him anyways.

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kinktober day 1 - somnphilia

somno obviously, not much prep, not gendered but reader has a dick

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“Morpheus?”

Silence.

What a rare sight, Morpheus actually letting himself rest.

He was surely somewhere in the Dreaming. He was much weaker asleep than he was awake, but it meant he had to let himself relax. Mostly because he couldn’t perform his usual duties while sleeping himself.

Usually you wouldn’t want to disturb his sleep, but upon finding out that Morpheus can still feel what happens to his body he was practically begging for this.

You started small, light touches that hopefully wouldn't alert him. If anything he'd think you were shifting in your sleep. Your hands skimmed his hips and brushed his collarbone, not enough to give away your plans.

His back was against your chest, his body more relaxed than you'd seen him in a long time. His clothes were much lighter, though still the signature black color you never saw him without.

The small touches didn't go unnoticed, but they didn't disturb him either. Perfect.

You grew a bit more daring, sliding your fingers into your own mouth before dipping your hand into his pants.

Your finger softly traced the rim of his hole before dipping in, stretching him slowly. No noise so far, but time was sure to be limited before Morpheus decided to come back.

You dipped another finger in slowly, eventually adding a third. Soft moans came out of his mouth, just above a whisper.

You fully slid down his pants, lining yourself up and sinking into him slowly.

That elicited a much louder moan, and for a moment you were certain he'd woken up.

Still nothing. Wherever Morpheus was in the Dreaming, it seemed like he was having fun with this too.

Given the lack of intervention, you stopped being subtle.

Your hips snapped into his, forcing your cock deeper into him. He was tight around you, slowly clenching as you continued to fuck into him.

"Is this your idea of relaxing?"

His voice surprised you, though it sounded strained. You slammed your hips against him again, prompting a much louder moan.

"Well I was having fun," you smirked. "Couldn't help fucking you when you look so pretty."

You grabbed his hips, changing your position. You knelt behind him, facing him into the pillow as you kept going.

He whined at the compliment. "Touch me?" He pleaded, voice breaking slightly with each thrust.

"Ask nicely." You pulled him back onto your cock, thrusting forward at the same time. He let out a much louder whine.

"Touch me please? Please?"

You chuckled at the eager sound of his begging.

"No, sweetheart. You can cum on my cock alone, can't you baby?"

His whine was more like a whimper this time.

"I want an answer." You clarified, stopping your hips.

"Yes, I'll cum without you touching me." He responded, trying to drive his hips back.

"Good boy."

You were going to drive him mad.

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 3

Day 3 - Free Use with Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word count: 611

Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ only): noncon/dubcon, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap peeps) implied kidnapping, implied confinement.

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 3 Here we are! Divider by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist / Librarian!Steve Rogers Masterlist

It was everything you’d ever read about: lilies and foxgloves akin to the ones mentioned in The Secret Garden hanging just outside the back door; siding and layout reminiscent of the March family home; and a private library even Sherlock Holmes himself would have had trouble not being envious of.

It was suppose to be a dream - specifically your dream - come true, except for the fact that it couldn’t be anything further from that. Instead, it's a nightmare born from a pure, lust-filled delusion, with you and your reading log being the prime sources of inspiration.

He finds you in the kitchen this time, the man who wishes for you to call him darling, honey, Stevie my love. You’ve been drying dishes for so long the tea towel begins to wear thin, the blue material repeating the same circular motion again and again. When he comes closer you move to the island, tucking the exceedingly clean cutlery away. You don’t acknowledge him.

His breath is hot against your neck and the pressing of his chest to your back sends shivers up your spine. “I got you something from your wish list, Bookworm.”

There’s a dense thud as a freshly printed copy of The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea is dropped beside you, narrowly missing your hand. It takes everything in you not to tense up at the sound.

You feel a tightening at the back of your neck, the grip firm and slightly calloused as the man who once made you smiley warmly with his wonderful book recommendations now pushes your face towards the cool marbled countertop, his other fingers slipping underneath your pleated skirt - one of many he makes you wear for his viewing pleasure - to tug your panties down. You can only try to ignore how they stick for a moment before he finishes pulling them to the ground.

Steve holds no such pretence, scoffing at the sight, “I knew you needed to thank me like this, just like how you knew I needed to come home to you and this sweet pussy you used to try to hide from me.”

You nod your false agreement. Attempting to fight it isn’t worth what could happen next instead of what usually follows. Unfortunately, you learned the hard way that Steven Rogers - once the world's sweetest librarian - is a hardened veteran who has yet to forget anything he’s learned during his military career. The basement door is locked to soothe you - the night terrors you experienced after the first and only sign of guilt you’ve ever seen your captor display.

When the head of his cock pushes past your wet folds there’s a collective sigh from you both, yours damningly headier than his. Your eyes unfocus for a few seconds, your gaze drifting briefly to the petal-filled backyard before his steady thrusts ground you permanently. Sometimes you wish he’d fuck you there just so you can feel the sun on your skin, feel like more than a part to play in the story of you and him.

Fingertips dig into the meat of your ass as he fucks into you without a care in the world. You hate it when he treats you like you’re special to him. Your disgust is momentary as his lips kiss promises into your skin, your neck being slowly covered with teeth marks and precious nothings. Involuntarily your hips push back and seek your pleasure for you.

You hate how you hate it less and less. 

Steve's thrusts grow more frenetic. "Good thing you know better now. My fantasy is your fantasy, Bookworm. And that'll never fucking change."

[honeydazai]

⋆·˚ ༘ * ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

➛ click here for the tag list!

1. Loss of Virginity — Sigma & Nikolai

2. Getting Caught — Ranpo & Dazai

3. Fingerfucking — gamer!Vanitas

4. Recording — Dazai Osamu

5. Spitroasting — Dazai & Fyodor

6. when you say their dick is too big — BSD men

7. Breeding — Tighnari

8. Aphrodisiacs — Dottore

9. their favourite positions — BSD men

10. Exhibitionism — Childe & the Harbingers

11. with a brat reader — Genshin men

12. Gun Play — Beast!Dazai Osamu

13. Worshipping — Fyodor Dostoevsky

14. Hidden Vibrator — Dazai Osamu

15. Motorcycle Sex — Chūya Nakahara

16. “only the tip” — Genshin men

17. Stuck In A Wall — Scaramouche

18. with a virgin reader — Genshin men

19. wanting them to cum inside of you — BSD men

20. Face Fucking — Al Haitham

21. wearing their clothes while masturbating — Genshin men

22. Corruption Kink — Fyodor Dostoevsky

23. Dirty Talk — Kaeya Alberich

24. asking them to choke you — Genshin men

25. Size Kink — Lord August Ruthven

26. Face Sitting — Kaeya Alberich

27. Lactation — Childe

28. with a chubby reader — BSD men

29. Glory Holes — Pantalone

30. Voyeurism — Heizou

31. Dacryphilia — Scaramouche

➛ some of these prompts might include dark content, such as day 29, but everything will be tagged accordingly when it's posted. please pay attention to the content warnings!

➛ this is my current plan; some prompts might still change, depending on how motivated i am when it comes to writing them!

➛ i'll try to write full fics for each day, though they might just become drabbles, depending on how much time i've got. we'll see!