#•kinktober 2022•

[starkeysprincess]

⟢ JUST FOR THE NIGHT

presenting kinktober day 4 ➔︎ rafe x reader x trevor

warnings: threesome, double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, oral (f & m receiving), degrading, praise, squirting, creampie, slight breeding, 18+ mdni word count: 2.8k a/n: rafe's dialogue is in bold + trevor's is in italics (warning that this is my first time writing a threesome)

kinktober m.list ⟡ rafe m.list ⟡ main m.list

you and your boyfriend, trevor, were at some random halloween party that a friend of yours invited you to. you weren’t familiar with who lived in the big house other than knowing you were in figure eight, but you didn’t care, you were merely here to have fun. throughout the night, you began to let loose due to the number of shots you and trevor had consumed.

your ears perked at your favorite song playing, and you squealed, dragging your boyfriend through the crowd of bodies. trevor wrapped his arms around your waist, “god, you look so sexy, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, his soft lips peppering kisses along your neck to your shoulder as both of you move to the music.

his hands roamed up and down your waist, resting under your tits, and you hummed to the song as your eyes drifted to see a tall blonde, who looked identical to your boyfriend, watching the two of you. your eyes meet rafe’s as he sips his drink, his eyes raking up and down your body, and you can see the corner of his lip twitching upwards when he sees trevor walking away before quickly downing what was left in the red solo cup and setting it aside to make his way to you. 

“what do we have here? little red riding hood, huh?�� rafe smirked, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip, taking in your costume. his index finger trailed over the top of your dress, right above your tits, “you’re a pretty little thing,” he paused, “you know, i’ve been watching you since the minute you stepped foot into my house.”. 

“your house?” you furrowed your eyebrows, “mhm, what? you don’t know who i am?” he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you into his hard, muscular chest, swaying you along with the music. you shook your head and a laugh rumbled in his chest, “you’re in tannyhill, does that ring a bell in that pretty head of yours?”.

“no, i’m not a local, just here with my boyfriend for a few weeks to visit a friend,” you muttered, “just visiting a friend, huh? and where did your boyfriend run off to?” he hummed. before you could respond, you felt a second pair of hands on your hips, “who’s your friend, baby?” trevor rasped, pressing himself against you. 

you stared at the man in front of you, realizing you never caught his name, “rafe,” he introduced himself to both you and your boyfriend. you craned your neck to look back at trevor to see he was looking back and forth between you and rafe, noticing how your eyes were glazed over and taking note of your bottom lip sucked between your teeth when you looked at rafe. he knew the look on your face all too well and leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “you could deny it all you want, but i know that look a little too well. you want him to fuck you, don’t you?”. 

you chewed on your lip anxiously, glancing over at rafe, who had an amused look on his face and was trying to decipher your facial expression. sure, you and trevor briefly mentioned wanting to try something new, but the thought didn’t stop you from rubbing your thighs together.  

“it’s okay if you do, baby. i could share you for one night,” your boyfriend whispered. “are you sure?” you hesitated, unsure whether he was serious since the two of you had never acted on the idea before. “mhm, i‘m sure. wanna know why? because you’re mine, and at the end of the night, you’re coming home with me, no one else,” trevor reassured, his hands rubbing up and down the sides of your waist. 

“we can try it, only if you want to. i don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” trevor murmured. his reassurance made your heart flutter, and you gave him a small nod, “i’m not uncomfortable, i do want to try, i’m just nervous.” 

it didn’t take much to convince rafe, who had a smug look etched on his face; all he had to hear from your boyfriend was, “heard that, cameron? my girl wants you to join,” before he led the two of you upstairs to his bedroom. once the three of you entered the room, rafe locked the door.

in a matter of seconds, you were sandwiched between both men with trevor’s lips on yours while rafe led wet, open-mouthed kisses on the column of your neck. rafe’s hands slide up your waist, cupping and squeezing your tits through your costume as they both back you to the edge of the bed. trevor worked at the zipper of your costume, unzipping it and shrugging it off your shoulders, letting it pool onto the floor, leaving you in only your lace thong and knee-high socks. he pulled away to lay back on the bed, “c’mere, wanna feel your sweet cunt on my tongue.”.

his fingers hooked into the waistband of your thong, pulling them down and tossing them to rafe, who stuffs them into the pocket of his pants. you swung your leg over trevor’s torso, and he grabbed your hips, yanking you back until your glistening cunt hovered over his face. “oh—“ a small squeak erupts from your throat when he licks a stripe along your slick folds, flattening his tongue. your hips bucked forward when he flicked and swirled his tongue onto your clit, “go on, baby, make rafe feel good while i eat this pretty pussy.”.

rafe‘s fingers thread through your hair, holding your head upright as he kicks his pants and boxers aside. his cock sprung out, slapping against his lower abdomen, and your mouth couldn’t help but water at the sight of his hard, veiny cock. he teasingly slaps the head of his cock against your lips, coating them with his precum, “be a good girl and open your mouth.”. 

you part your lips, letting your tongue dart out to lick at the bead of precum before swirling your tongue around his tip. he tugs at the roots of your hair, sinking his length deeper into your warm, wet mouth, “fuck, knew you’d look pretty with your mouth stuffed full.”.

trevor’s arms hooked over your thighs, pinning them down, his tongue working in tandem when your hips moved feverishly against his mouth. “shit–” rafe grunts, feeling your throat constrict around him when trevor’s tongue slips inside you, his nose grinding against your swollen clit. “you like that, baby? like having your pussy ate while sucking dick?” your boyfriend groaned. 

you mumbled incoherently around rafe in response, your tongue running along the underside of his cock as tears well in your eyes from rafe pushing your head further down, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he brutally fucks your mouth. his grip tightens on your hair when you try to pull away as you gag around him.

your muffled moans increasingly become more persistent as trevor skillfully works his tongue, flicking and sucking your sensitive bundle of nerves. you pathetically rut against trevor’s mouth, your legs trembling, feeling the tightening in your stomach growing tenfold and crying out as your orgasm washes over you.

the sight of your mascara-stained face was enough to send rafe over the edge, “shit, ‘m gonna cum,” he panted. his hips faltering, your nose tickling the small patch of hair resting below his belly button as he pushes his dick deep into your mouth, shooting thick ropes of cum down your throat.

he pulled away, swiping his thumb against the string of spit that connected between your lips and his tip. he collected the small amount of cum that dribbled out before pushing his thumb into your mouth, groaning when you sucked it clean, “good girl, so eager to please, huh?”. 

you bit your lip before gasping when trevor tossed you onto your back, kissing his way up your body to your lips, “did so fuckin’ good, baby,” he praised, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, whining and sitting up when he broke the kiss at rafe’s words, “bet that pretty little cunt feels even better than your mouth.”.

“i don’t think so, cameron, you can fuck her ass. her pussy was only made for me; it’s off-limits,” trevor snorted. you look between both men, your gaze settling on your boyfriend as you jut your bottom lip out, pouting at him, “trevor, it’s just for the night. you said you were sure and even said it yourself by the end of the night, i’m going home with you because i’m yours, remember?”.

his cerulean blue eyes softened at your pout, frowning to himself because not only did you use his words against him but because he knew you were right. “fine—but the only way cameron gets to fuck what’s mine is if we both do at the same time.”.

rafe chuckles at the idea, “shit, i don’t care as long as i get to feel her wrapped around me.”.

“w-what?” your eyes widened in disbelief, understanding exactly what he was indicating, “i don’t know if that's a good idea…i don’t think i could handle both of you.” 

“c’mon, baby, you were just pouting f’me to let rafe fuck you, and you want both of us,” trevor pointed out, “just trying to give your greedy little cunt what it wants.”.

you were teetering on the edge of the idea, not thinking you could take both of them. still, it didn’t stop your arousal from growing and sticking to your inner thighs, eager to at least give it a try. “atta girl, don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,” rafe cooed, his thumb tugging at your bottom lip. 

the two swiftly discard the rest of their clothes before trevor lays flat on his back, your legs straddling either side of his hips as he pulls you on top of him. his hands rested on your hips, lifting you, and he gripped the base of his cock, lining himself with your sopping hole. you lower yourself onto him, your walls swallowing around him, sucking him in deeper as his cock splits you open. 

trevor rolled his hips into yours when he felt your body tense at the feeling of the mattress dipping under rafe’s weight as he climbed behind you.“s’okay, just gonna stretch you out for both of us,” rafe murmured, his large palm traveling up your back, pushing at your spine until your tits were pressed against your boyfriend’s chest. you felt his fingers run along your inner thighs, gasping when he slowly slipped his finger into your already stuffed cunt. 

rafe slowly moved his finger in and out of you; his gaze fixated on your facial expressions before adding another finger. your body wasn’t accustomed to the feeling, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt when he gently moved his middle and ring fingers, stretching you further. "you ready for more, princess?”. 

“y-yes,” you breathed out, nodding and looking at rafe over your shoulder while trevor’s lips trailed wet kisses from your jaw to neck, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto your hips as rafe removed his fingers and settled behind you. rafe spreads your ass cheeks to give him better access and lets a glob of his spit land where you and trevor are joined. 

“shit, princess…pussy is already stuffed full, don’t think there’s any room for me. you sure this tight little hole can take both of us?” rafe teases, running the thick head of his cock up and down your folds. a sharp whimper slips past your lips, burying your face into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck when rafe slowly pushes his tip in. 

your brain short-circuited as rafe slides himself in, pushing his hips forward till his pelvis is flush against your ass, his cock stretching you further than it already was before the two started to slowly thrust into you, allowing your body to grow accustomed to the feeling of both of their cocks inside you.

your whimpers bounce off the walls of rafe’s bedroom, the burning sensation of your pussy being stretched and filled past its limit subsiding as they go back and forth, their cocks steadily moving in and out of you simultaneously.

“such a greedy little slut, your boyfriend doesn’t leave you satisfied, or his dick isn’t enough for you?” rafe taunts, trying to piss your boyfriend off. you squeaked when trevor’s fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, his feet planted onto the firm mattress to harshly thrust up into you, “should be fuckin’ lucky i’m even letting you fuck her, cameron.”. 

your pussy squelches around their cocks as rafe pounds into you mercilessly. his hips snapping against your ass, watching the fatty flesh jiggle, “goddamn, princess, you’re soakin’ my cock. you like this, don’t you? like having your pretty hole stretched and fucked by two cocks?”.

you tried to sit up, only for rafe’s hand to lay flat on your back, holding you on top of trevor. you could feel tears well in your eyes, your nails biting into the skin of trevor’s biceps, leaving crescent-shaped marks as they pushed in and out of your soaked cunt. trevor’s fingers run through your hair, gently tugging your head away from his neck to capture your lips, his tongue pushing into your mouth, swallowing each moan and whimper that slipped from your lips.

“look at you…takin’ both of us at once like the filthy little slut you are,” he groaned, sucking and biting your plump, swollen lips.

you yelp abruptly when rafe’s large palm slaps your ass, your skin stinging from his signet ring catching against your skin. he grabs your hair, twisting it around his wrist to pull your head back. his lips brush against your ear, biting at the lobe, “you just wanna be our little fucktoy for the night, yeah?”.

“yes!” you sob out, their hips smacking into yours, pounding into your cunt relentlessly. their cocks deliciously dragging against your walls with each harsh thrust they give. your eyes squeeze shut when trevor’s hand snakes up your waist to your neck, firmly gripping your throat, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “keep those pretty eyes open, baby.”.

“s’too much,” you whimpered, “shh, you can take it. you’re doing so fuckin’ good,” his thumb prodded your bottom lip, shoving it into your mouth, watching you suck. the persistent abuse on your cervix caused by their cocks had your head spinning, barely able to muster a single thought, let alone words. you couldn’t help but moan around his thumb when rafe slipped his hand around to reach between your thighs, the pads of his fingers deftly rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit. 

the familiar tightening in your stomach had you clenching around them, “you wanna cum for us?” rafe grunted in your ear, his fingers never letting up. your vision blurs, tears streaming down your face, nodding frantically as it all becomes too overwhelming for your poor cunt to handle. 

“we’ll fill you up so fuckin’ good. just be a good girl and cum for us,” trevor rasps, looking up at you, his nails almost breaking skin from his bruising grip on your hips. your walls convulse around them, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs shaking uncontrollably at the intense pressure between your thighs. cries of pleasure erupt from your throat, wetness pooling your inner thighs and soaking their cocks.

“oh, fuck—” both men groaned as you collapsed onto trevor’s chest, too fucked out to realize you squirted. 

you could tell rafe was close, his thrusts growing sloppy, and his hips stuttered, giving you a few more thrusts. a strangled moan slips from his mouth, spilling himself inside you, and painting your walls white. you squirm, reaching out to hold onto rafe’s forearm as trevor holds you steady, snapping his hips up into you as he chases after his release, “gonna stuff this perfect cunt full with my cum.”. 

“p-please—“ you mewl; your desperate whimpers and pleas to be stuffed full sent your boyfriend over the edge, pushing his cock deep into your abused cunt, moaning as he empties himself inside you, stuffing you full with his thick cum. 

the room fell silent, only the sounds of the three of you panting filled the room. you stayed on top of trevor, nuzzling your face into the side of his neck in an attempt to catch your breath as he kissed your head, whispering praises into your ear.

you writhed as rafe pulled out and collapsed onto the bed before turning his head to look at the two of you, his chest heaving as he licked his lips, “you gonna let me have her to myself next time?”.

trevor grabs a pillow off the bed, chucking it at him, “next time? fat fuckin’ chance, cameron. you’re lucky you even got a chance.”.

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[2kiran]

ftm!simon getting frustrated because m!reader only fucks his ass as a punishment for simon distracting him during a meeting 🙏🙏

also, his hand is pushed away every time simon tries to rub his clit or finger himself because he can't take being neglected for so long

“ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ”

◜ᐢ..ᐢ◝ ᶻz ➜ he’s a huge distraction that needs to be taught a lesson.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖤐 pairing ☆ ftm!simon “ghost” riley x dom!m!reader ˖ ࣪ ˖ cw ıllı mean!reader. flashback. brat taming. anal sex. orgasm delay. ⪩⭔⪨

“Fuck— just, baby, please!”

Simon grasped the sheets tightly, uncontrollable groans seeping from his throat like a faucet. The smirk he wore wasn’t present, far from it. His pussy fluttered around nothing as your cock bullies into his other hole. It was his fault.

“Any questions?”

It was around 2200 hours, if you remember correctly. An unusual hour for a meeting. Your eyelids were heavy and your muscles screamed. Back aching from exhaustion. You barely had a wink of sleep, ripped from your grasp when Simon knocked on your door to rise you for the current debrief. Surely, Price could have asked for this the next day, but he insisted to have it now. “No, sir.” Your reply rasped out of your throat, hand coming around your neck to rub away the tension.

That brain of yours was silent, ears muffling out the words that were being spoken. Somehow, Gaz and Soap still had energy. They teased you a little bit for your lack of focus, but they were cut short by your captain. Your eyes were quickly drooping, so quick to fall asleep, any moment now.

Not until you felt a hand on your thigh.

You tense, glancing only to see that it belonged to Simon.

He wasn’t looking at you. Like it wasn’t intentional. You knew that it wasn’t the case, he knew what he was doing. It’s probably just his way to make you pay attention, right?

No. It was far from that.

His intentions were made clear when it slowly, oh so slowly, crept up. Fingers on the inner side, close to your crotch. “Ghost,” You hiss, sending him a glare. He was beside you, skull-patterned glove hidden beneath the table. The grip he had on your thigh tightened, squeezing the flesh.

The quietest, similar to a whisper, of a hum resonated from his chest. It was an acknowledgement. You knew he wouldn’t listen.

Now here he was, forced to just take it. This was a different form of pleasure. Not enough. “More, need more,” you scoff, dragging your hips back. “More?” mockingly, you slammed back in, “You need more, don’t you? So fuckin’ greedy.” he yelps, tears flooding his eyes but he blinks them back. Still somewhat stubborn. “I’m sorry.” he whispers, so softly, like he didn’t mean it. In spite of his apology, his hand snakes down to rub at his clit.

Harshly, the back of your hand meets his palm. Pushing it away. “What was that?” you thrust, uncaringly. Reveling in the surprised gasp he gifts you. “I’m sor—” he cuts himself off with a yelp when you harshly thrust into him again, “I’m sorry!”

“Uh, uh.” you take both of his wrists and pin them above his head, “You’re sorry? For what?” he whimpers, the brattiness in him melting into desperation. “I’m sorry...nggh! f-for distracting you. Please, baby. I can’t.” Good answer, but you can’t simply give in. Yet. “You can,” a kiss was pressed to his cheek. “Just a little more, yeah?”

He shouldn’t be as wet as he is from that.

A nod was all you received, and all that you needed. With every movement forward, his clit caught onto the fabric below. If he angled himself just right, he’d be able to—

Your hand wrapped around his thigh, moving him in order for him to lay on his side. His leg was in the air, cock still pounding into his hole. In this position, he couldn’t experience the pleasure he yearned for. He didn’t need you there. A frustrated whimper left him, frowning when he attempted to rock into nothing. You were close, but he wasn’t. “Love,” he called, a moan following. “Shit, ‘m close.” you warn, that wasn’t the response he was looking for. It only caused him to try to escape your hold on his wrists, yet to no avail. He wanted you in his greedy cunt, not there. It wasn’t fair, he only wished for your attention.

Simon garbled in between a loud gasp and a choked moan when he felt your fingers plunge into him without any resistance, given to he was soaking. “That what you wanted?” your hips was flush against his, halting as your cock leaks of cum into his gaping hole.

“Y-yeah— oh, yes, fuck!” He clamped around you — both on your cock and fingers. You pull out along with your digits, leaving him oozing with cum and on the brink of a climax. He let out a cry, head moving towards you to ask why, he was right there.

“Keep that in, ‘kay? I have somethin’ to finish.”

Deity, he hates how you’re so effortlessly infuriating.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[ellesthots]

punished - kinktober 2024

ONESHOT!

read on AO3 ❤️‍🔥

plot: after a disappointing night as Batman, Bruce wants you to make him suffer [not related to Fateful]

pairing: bruce wayne x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, orgasm denial, breath play

words: 2.3k

a/n: hi lovelies!! a little treat for the month of October 🎃 based on the 2023 kinktober prompt list (day 14 - orgasm denial), since they didn’t release an official one this year <3 comments, reblogs, etc SO appreciated 💭

It was your favorite position to have him in, and an opportunity that didn’t come often.

Sometimes, after an especially frustrating night crimefighting—say, the muggers got away, the clues led nowhere, or Batman came too late—he’d arrive back home with that look in his eye. A frustrated, ruminating expression that crowded even the massive rooms at Wayne Manor. A demeanor that screamed ‘I need to be punished’.

It floored you the first time he said as much, a few months ago. When he’d trudged upstairs with his eye makeup still on, the black mess smeared up into his browbone and blotchy in the hollow of his undereyes. The fire in his gaze nearly had you running to the bedroom, chasing fantasies of him fucking you into oblivion, blowing off steam. The promise of his bruising touch was the only thing keeping you satisfied on his long nights away.

But that night was different. The closer he came, the more the fire melted into something gentler, more vulnerable. Still, his jaw was tight, twitching in the way exclusive to angry curses and frustrated sighs. His voice was low and hoarse in your ear, the prick of his stubble grazing the crook of your neck. He exhaled a single, quivering breath before speaking. “Punish me.”

You felt faint. Bruce rarely relinquished control in the bedroom, save times he could tell how desperate you were to be on top. Before he walked toward his room, he caught your eye, a careful gauge of your comfort. As shocking as it was to hear it from his mouth, the big bad Batman, you would’ve been lying if you said it didn’t make your pulse race. You nodded, and he disappeared into the dark hallway behind you.

Alone in the hallway, a dozen lewd thoughts circled you. Your limbs tingled with anticipation, overwhelmed by the sheer mass of options. You’d asked him to punish you before, so this was far from unknown territory… you closed your eyes and imagined which sensations he’d allowed you that you wanted to return.

Choking him would be especially pleasing, and… your mouth curled into a grin and you suppressed a laugh. Of course. He wouldn’t think it was anything until he was already in too deep, a shock to his system, leaving him reeling… the anxiety melted away to a selfish excitement, waiting for the pinch in his eyes, how his face might look, his body tense and wanting, so close yet so impossibly far… fuck.

Your feet were light across the cool manor floor. Alfred was nowhere to be seen, and you were grateful for it. Too many times you’d been concerned he might overhear, but tonight that didn’t seem to be the case. Bruce wanted to be punished, wanted to suffer a bit. It wouldn’t be a feat silently won.

The dynamic had already been switched, entering to him sat on the edge of the bed, his spandex long sleeve he wore on every patrol in a pile by his nightstand. You could see in his eyes that he didn’t know what to expect, which was invigorating. He looked almost meek.

As you approached him, you nearly second-guessed it. It would be punishing for you too, not seeing, hearing, feeling his climax. But holy shit was it exhilarating to be the one standing over him, watching as his eyes deepened their focus on yours, fingers moving to undo his button. Was this the power and excitement he felt each time with you, as you tugged down your satin nightgown, unclasped your lace bra?

Your eyes caught on the slightest tremble in his hands while pulling down the zipper. You put your hand over his, and he halted on contact. You pulled yourself closer and dragged your lips from his jaw to his collarbone. His body was worn, muscles tired. It must’ve been a rough night. Your free hand caressed his back, tracing gentle, reassuring circles between his shoulderblades. “Remember your safe word?”

Bruce was putty in your hands, nothing more than a breathy, needy whisper. “Yes.”

Having said the magic words, you placed your hand around his neck, pushing him flush on his back against the mattress. You watched his eyes flash as you tightened your grip, swallowing like his mouth had gone dry. You placed a hand to his sternum as you climbed on top, where you felt his pulse thunder beneath your palm. You slowly dragged your fingertips along his sweat-soaked skin toward the waistband of his boxers.

His breathing hitched, feeling the movement in his throat as you slipped one, then two fingers underneath the elastic. A heady, potent feeling of intoxication swept you, having him completely at your mercy. His face bloomed pink under the pressure of your hand, his eyes a steady pulse of blue, singularly focused as a man starved.

“Were you bad tonight?” Your voice was sweet like honey. He nodded as much as he could within your vice grip, and his lashes fluttered, as if ashamed to admit it. The way the moonlight illuminated the curve of his biceps, caressed the snags of violence across his skin, you felt dizzy. His voice held its own echo, like he’d been hollowed out. “Very.”

Oh how you longed to kiss those lips… “Mmm, can’t have that.” You pulled your hand out from his boxers, as if you had changed your mind about touching him. Your fingers traipsed along the sides of his torso, causing him to shudder. The sensation brought sparks to your fingertips. His eyes searched your face, his desire increasingly evident, desperate to be taken care of. Your fingers caught on the subtle slopes and valleys of his abdomen, skimming the raised scars on his chest, moving agonizingly slower until they reached your mouth.

Bruce’s pupils dilated as he watched you throat your fingers, spit strings falling down your chin as you pulled them away. He moaned as your slick fingers found the base of his cock. He was already hard. Very hard. You squeezed your fingers firmer round his throat with each stroke, drawing strangled moans out of him that only made you press harder, move faster. His head dug into the pillow in glorious agony, the tension in his throat heightening each slip of your hand. You felt every reverberation of his moans within your palm. Every inhale, every exhale. God, it was so fucking hot… you pressed your knees together on the bed, feeling your pussy start to throb.

“Fuck, mmph,” his hands moved up to grip the edge of his pillow, his knuckles going white. He was becoming lost in it, obvious by the shivering moans gasping out of him, the way his hips drove up to match the rhythm of your hand. He was wound up, messy. His hair splayed in dark clumps across his forehead, his eyes squeezing shut, brows furrowing. Seeing him like this, so enraptured in your touch, it could’ve overwhelmed you if you weren’t so stubborn.

But he kept moaning, and his chest kept heaving, and the slip of his dick in your hand was mind-numbingly torturous… when you knew he could be inside you, and the only thing standing between you and his thick, long… you pumped harder, biting the inside of your cheek, hyperfocusing on his mouth like it wasn’t the precise thing making it worse. You noticed your hips subtly moving in concert with his, wanting to lean closer and fucking feel him. Your eyes trailed to his fingers curling around the linen pillowcase, pinching the folds, metabolizing what his moans failed to, and it broke the last thread.

You slowed down, his eyes snapping open at the shift, chest heaving. His pupils were blown, and goddammit, you felt like you could burst. You bunched up your shirt to get it out of the way and straddled him, shoving your thong to the side. If he wasn’t getting release tonight, you’d find it. Sinking onto him was otherworldly, his dick achingly hard, your cunt already puffy and soaked like you’d been at this for hours, welcoming him readily. Your grip slipped on his neck as you rode him, your vision blurring between the wet, slapping sounds of him driving into you, and the groans mingling in the space between your mouths.

He married his hands to your hips to pull you down harder, and it took every ounce of self-control to refuse him. Usually you savored the grip of his fingers, he knew it made you weak, but you were teetering on the edge of a cliff. In a movement that read to your body as blasphemy, as sin, you slammed forward, shoving your hand back around his throat. His arms slacked at his sides as you chastised him. “Manners, baby… only me.”

Your body flattened against him and you left sloppy kisses along his jugular, bathing in the sensation of him hitting your g-spot over, and over… your hands pawed at his jaw, shrieking as you felt tension coil in your stomach, your heart quickening to a fever pitch. Small trails of black fell down his cheeks, the warmth of your colliding bodies running his eye paint.

You knew him well, well enough to know he was lost in it, and that he knew you were there, too. He’d long abandoned the proposition of punishment, relishing in the feeling of your hot, cushioned walls enveloping him, drowning in the symphony of your moans. You could tell he needed this, the way his hips chased yours, slamming into you with increasing abandon. You were almost there, but he was too… if you finished, he would. God, now you really wanted to punish him.

In a swift motion, you slunk between his legs, his dick throbbing against your thigh as it slid completely out of you. A whine cracked the edge of his moan. He propped up on his elbows, panting, watching as you moved both hands to his shaft. By this point his cock was aching, possibly the hardest it’d ever felt. Every time your fingers glided over his tip you’d catch some of his arousal, mingling it with your own with each push, pull.

You had to get this over with now, or you were going to cave. You whispered your lips along his shaft, his hips jerking involuntarily with every gentle swirl of your tongue along the rim. Sweat and adrenaline closed your lips around his head, your hands working the base.

“Baby,” he whimpered, his head falling back. His shoulders relaxed into the feeling, his elbows slipping against his sheets. His lashes were fluttering, his abs tightening, his mouth parting a little, more, a lot… your body became tight with need, borrowing some of the anguish you were sure he’d be feeling soon.

You removed it from your mouth with a subtle pop, savoring the taste of him as you licked your lips. “Look how much of a mess you are.”

His brows knit together as your hands wrung the length of him, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. He was so pretty like this, writhing underneath you. So responsive…

The moans you were pulling out of him almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do. Almost.

A high-pitched groan paired with the twitch of his dick signified the building of his climax. He had no fucking idea, but he’d asked for it. Your brow cocked and he nodded, the edges of his breaths ragged and frayed. “I’m so,”

“Close?”

He nodded again, his inhales shallow and stilted as you increased your fervor, pumping him straight to the edge. His gasps could’ve split the windows, pitchy whines expelling from his chest. “Yes, yes,”

“So close, hmm?” You slowed down just so, barely, imperceptible to someone as thrown as he was. “So fucking close,”

“Just like that, oh, fuck, fuck,” His movements drew erratic, his hips fucking himself into your hand, sweat pouring down his face. You bit back a giggle, watching his body begin to surrender, wishing you could bottle this moment in time. The instant you felt his body prep a shudder, you shot back, ceasing all contact.

He choked on a strangled moan, his eyes flashing wide in shock, his mouth flying open. On your knees at the foot of his bed, you watched his body stretch toward release, unable to grasp it. He slowly attempted to get his bearings, his body heaving with unspent pleasure. You blushed as you witnessed his cock throb in vain—right there, but not quite.

You smirked at him as you ran your hands up his calves, his body vibrating. He blinked hard, whiplash ravaging his system. Your voice was a low, teasing purr. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

His exhausted eyes held the hint of a glare, his teeth gritting hard as he accepted the loss. His heart jammed against his ribs, screaming in protest. He fell back against the sweat-soaked pillow, bringing his hands up to rub his face, hiding the bitter heat flushing his cheeks. “Christ,”

You stood, the bed creaking softly beneath you. You twirled your shirt off and tossed it by the door of his bath, all but skipping over to it. “I’d help you clean yourself up, but…” When you looked back, his dick was softer, his breathing starting to regulate. His eyes flicked over to you, his breath deepening, as if overwhelmed by the sight of you.

He hauled a sigh from the depth of his lungs, agonizingly situating upright. He steadied his breathing for a few beats, stomach coiled tight, body heavy. Jesus fucking Christ. As wholly, entirely frustrated as he was, he was undeniably impressed; his tense, electrified body the ultimate testament, unable to block a boyish grin from revealing itself to you. “Stop celebrating.”

You hummed your way to his shower, choreographing the shape of your hands slammed against the fogged glass. “Careful what you wish for.”

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 31: Voyeurism/Exhibition - Remus + James/Sirius

Kinktober Day 31: Voyeurism/Exhibition - Remus xf!reader + James/Sirius 

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, dubious content, making out, james/sirius being meanies, flirting, anxiety, teasing, voyeurism, exhibition, masturbation (male), listening to sex, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), praise kink, intense orgasm, multiple orgasms, spooning sex, sucking fingers, size kink, squirting, cockwarming, nicknames, no use of y/n

A/N: Here it is, the final kinktober day!  Thank you to everyone who has read, left a comment or liked any of the chapters, I really appreciate every single one of you. Bring on next year!

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It was late in the evening, almost everyone had already retired to bed but not the four of you. James and Sirius were positioned on the sofa, discussing the latest game of quidditch that they’d played against Hufflepuff, not that you were listening.

No, you were more invested in the soft lips that were steadily moving against yours, the faint rough feeling of stubble brushing against your cheeks and the overwhelming smell of Remus’ cologne turning you into a puddle in his lap. His tongue began to gently move against yours, head tilting to move deeper, your fingers gripping his collar as if your life depended on it as he was leaving soft strokes against your skin.

It was only as pure silence surrounded you, making you keenly aware that James and Sirius had stopped talking did you stop. Pulling away from the kiss abruptly, you glanced over to see them both watching you intently, sly smirks on both of their faces.

“Don’t stop on our account darling”, Sirius remarked, eyes almost black as they trailed up your body. Heat enveloped every inch of skin as you quickly hid your face in Remus’ neck, pure embarrassment pulsing through you.

“Aww don’t be shy” Remus coos at you, attempting to pull your head back so you were forced to look up at him. “You can’t be embarrassed by a little bit of kissing when they hear us most nights”.

Even more heat radiated from your body as your heart began to pound in your chest. “I thought you put a silencing spell around the bed?” you asked, begging in your mind for him to be lying.

“I do… some of the time”, your eyes drop, hands falling into your lap.

“Oh, Remus you feel so good! ah, Remus just like that! Please Remmie don’t stop!” Sirius teased in a high-pitched voice, James laughing along with him. Your thoughts were on overdrive, thinking about the hours and hours you’d had sex with Remus and they’d actually heard some of it, heard your most vulnerable and intimate of moments.

“Alright, boys that’s enough” Remus chastises them whilst laughing at your expression, pulling you closer to his body. “Let’s go to bed baby, get away from these meanies”.

Remus helps you up and you could hardly look him in the eyes let alone his friends as you rushed up to the dormitory. Heart still pounding as you removed your trousers, and shirt and slid into bed before your boyfriend had even made it into the room. He too removes his clothes before climbing into bed, lying in the centre and holding you on his chest just as James and Sirius entered the room.

With a flick of his wand, the curtain around Remus’ bed began to close but not before James muttered, “goodnight sweetheart, don’t keep the noise down tonight”.

You tried to ignore him and cuddled in close to Remus, closing your eyes but you couldn’t stop thinking about it, even as your boyfriend's body heat warmed your body, lips kissing your hairline softly and hands gently massaging your spine to help relax you. It didn’t work, however. Had they actually heard you? Been listening to the numerous times that the two of you had had sex? But also, why were you becoming slick between your legs at the thought of the two of them in their beds getting turned on by just you having sex?

“Remmie” you whispered, knowing sleep wasn't going to be coming to you anytime soon.

“Mmm,” he responded, opening his eyes to look down at you, his large hand settling on your head, massaging it just the way you liked it.

“Do you actually let them listen to us?” you kept your voice quiet so the others couldn’t hear you.

Remus smirked in the darkness, then began shifting in the bed so that he moved down, turning on his side so the two of you were face to face, his warm breath caressing against your cheeks. His large fingers cradled your cheek, thumb stroking against your cheekbone in a positive distraction as you were quick to nuzzle into the soft touches.

As he answered, he slide his thigh between your legs, letting it rest against your pantie-covered centre, “would you be angry if I did?”

“But why-why would you do that? It’s so embarrassing Remus” you muttered with anxiety dripping in your tone.

“Shhh sweet girl, it’s not embarrassing, it’s liberating” as he spoke, your boyfriend shifted closer, kissing your cheek where his hand had been caressing, once again trying to distract you. “Do you know how fucking hot it is knowing that just your sweet moans are making other guys touch themselves, wishing that they were me? I couldn’t be greedy and keep those beautiful sounds of you cuming to myself now could I?”

You attempted to respond but found yourself stuttering over your words, not sure what to say, instead of being embarrassed, you were being turned on by his confidence-boosting revelations. “But-but that-”

Remus’ lips are on yours, cutting off your unknown sentence, shutting you up effectively.

“Want to know something? Whilst you’re making these soft little moans that I love so much”, Remus moves his thigh higher, rubbing against your cunt. “I get you all to myself whilst they’re only left with their hands, therefore, I. Win.”

Your skin felt like it was burning, hands delicately trembling on his shoulders as his sinful mouth trailed open-mouthed kisses down your chin and jaw.

“Remmie” your head tilted back as you moaned his name, still trying to remain quiet. Remus continued to hover over your body, hands gripping onto your waist, his thigh still rubbing against your cunt, leaving you wanting more, a good distraction.

“What do you want? Do you want me to stop?” he asked in a teasing manner, not giving time to answer before his head was moving south and his full lips were sealing around your peaked nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Your back arched, trying to move closer, hands gripping painfully into his hair, holding him to you. Releasing your nipple with an audible ‘pop’, he looked at you in the darkness, “or do you want me to keep going?”

You were so lost in his touch, you weren’t even sure you could respond. It was like there was an angel and a demon on either shoulder, one begging you to continue, needing him to touch you more but the other bellowing to stop, knowing James and Sirius were likely listening to the encounter, feeling embarrassed.

Remus felt the tension and rested his weight on his arms on either side of your head, “I won’t continue unless you talk to me, I want to hear that pretty voice of yours”.

As he spoke, his thigh moved rougher against your soaked pussy only causing you to moan rather than talk, eyebrows knitting together as your fingers moved from his shoulders to his defined chest, you knew what you wanted.

“I want you Remmie, please don’t stop” you finally coherently spoke, eyes closing as you zoned into the pleasure that was shooting between your legs. Your boyfriend didn’t respond with words, instead, his lips were instantly on yours, feverishly kissing, nipping your bottom lip until it snapped back, tongue dancing with yours until both of your lungs were aching from lack of oxygen.

With less than an inch between your faces, he whispered into the darkness, low enough that the other boys didn’t hear, wanting the reward for you and only you. “Good girl, my good girl”.

You groaned at the praise, feeling confident once more as he shifted down the bed, easing your panties down with him before his hands eagerly gripping onto your thighs, pushing them back until your knees were almost either side of your head, completely exposing your dripping cunt to him, he could see the wetness even in the dark.

All you were able to do was grip his hands on your thighs before his tongue was pushing between your folds, lapping up every drop like a starved man. The thick muscle delved into your quivering hole, stretching it slightly before sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth.

He watched over your mound, eyes watching your every movement. Seeing the way you were so intensely being pleasured, his mouth touching every part of your pussy with skilful licks.

Turning your head to the side, you were conscious to muffle your moans, hiding your face into the pillow. “Let me hear you, it’s ok baby, you’re safe with me, let me hear you”.

The kindness in his voice had you melting on the spot, especially as he released one of your thighs to inch two fingers into your cunt whilst simultaneously sucking on your clit. You didn’t need to be told twice as you released an almighty, throaty moan that caused Remus to smile against your bundle of nerves.

This was when you heard another distinctive voice in the room, muffled and quiet like they’d been trying to hold it in, but another male definitely grunted “fuck” from one of the other beds. However you truly didn’t care, the thought of Sirius and James in their beds, hands wrapped around their cocks as they listened to you being pleasured by your boyfriend had your centre burning and clenching hard around his fingers.

Remus chuckled as he felt your arousal heighten, “knew you’d like it, baby”. With each passing second, he increased the speed of his fingers, curing them deliciously against that beautiful spot that had you nearly seeing stars, thighs trembling as that tightening coil appeared in your abdomen.

“P-please” you begged, not needing to ask for what, Remus knew exactly what as he pumped his fingers harder, licking back and forth against your clit, still watching your every movement from between your legs. Pure, shocking pleasure erupted through your body, clenching and shivering as you screamed out, twisting away on instinct as his touch became too much.

Remus’ hands massaged up and down your spine, soothing you through the intense orgasm, his cock painfully hard from seeing you mewl and twitch on your side. “You did so well baby, good girl, that’s it, take a deep breath”.

Hazily, you followed his instructions, taking a deep breath, hips still bucking as the pleasure soothed down until a light hum settled over your body leaving you blissfully satisfied and shyly grinning up at him in the dark.

Remus smiled back, kissing your bare shoulder as he spooned behind you, his clothes having now disappeared at some point as his warm skin met your back. One of his arms settled beneath your head as you nuzzled into it, smiling as his cock brushed your slightly overstimulated centre. His tip was soon pushing in, your warm wetness spasming around his veiny length, loving the pain and pleasure that came from his thicker size.

“Fuck,  you’re so tight”, Remus grunted, lips kissing lazily against your neck as his other hand moved your leg over his, giving him better access. Another male moan could be heard from the other side of the room, and the faint sound of slapping from a fist up and down a cock.

“Ah you’re so big!” you moaned, feeling absolutely full of his cock. Remus hummed, gently biting your shoulder as his fingers trailed over your peaked breasts, tweaking the nipples that only caused your cunt to clench.

Remus knew he needed to go slower in this position, not wanting to hurt you as he began pulling out. You were openly moaning, not caring who heard as your walls were caressed by his member, in and out he slowly moved, making sure to push all the way in until your cervix was bumped before withdrawing.

Your hands were trying to grip onto the back of his head but kept slipping and ended up falling into his hand that was until your head, his large hand easily being able to hold both of your hands so you were at his mercy.

The spiral of moans that were leaving your lips was only echoed by the two men that were listening, both of their eyes closed in concentration and only adding to the smirk across Remus as he had you all to himself.

Feeling your muscles relax slightly, Remus increased his speed, the bed shifting with his thrusts, thighs slapping together as you repeatedly shouted his name like a song. He was just so big for you, almost sure that if you glanced down you could see the bulge of his cock appear and disappear with his movements.

This also meant that you were already close to cumming again, wanting to feel that tightness building, needing it to take over your body. Remus did too as he once again increased his pace, furiously fucking you from where he lay on his side behind you, hand moving between your legs to rub on your clit, swiping back and forth.

“You hear them baby? Hear how you’re pleasuring three men tonight, not just me, gonna make us all cum just from those pretty little noises”. You almost cried out just by his words, feeling wetness slashing out as you began to squirt as the peak of your orgasm was taking effect. “That's right, squirt over my cock, cum for me baby”.

He hadn’t even finished his sentence as you followed his instruction, cunt pulsing around his member, squeezing him tight as he didn’t stop fucking you, each time he pulled out, more squirt would coat his cock and thighs.

Remus didn’t give you time to recover as he chances his own high, feeling you relax again beneath him in the post-orgasm state, his fingers that had been playing with your bundle of nerves now pushing against your lips. You opened automatically, sucking his fingers, finding comfort in the moment.

“Good girl, suck my fingers, that’s it, taste yourself on me” Remus grunted against the back of your neck. At the same time, a boisterous “fuck yes” was yelled followed by a string of heavy moans as James came into his hand.

In your cock-drunk mind you half processed this fact, still sucking on his fingers as you clenched your cunt, causing Remus to moan desperately, his hips moving hard and fast until, “fuck- yes, ah” he quivered, stilling his hips as his cock throbbing, releasing his cum into your warm centre. Only a second later and Sirius was shouting with his own release, breathing hard, sweat glistening on his brow.

You smiled around Remus’ fingers, feeling him also smiling against your shoulder. He didn’t pull out, he never did in this position, only removing his fingers to touch your cheek, turning your face to the side so he could kiss the corner of your mouth before collapsing onto the bed.

“Good girl, get some sleep” he whispered quietly, again for only you to hear, not for the other two in the room.

Not another word was said as you relaxed into his hold, feeling his cock becoming softer but still wedged into your cunt, his cum ready to spill out and you felt a thrill go through you as it usually did during your sleep, leaving you to wake up in a sticky mess that Remus always felt a possessive obsession with seeing. The scent of sex was thick in the air, hot and humid as everything had changed between the four sleeping in that dormitory, the morning was sure to bring fun activities. 

[anisangeldust]

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 2024!

➣ made with help (inspo) by my bsf ➜ @ainsliss

➣ IMPORTANT REMINDER! If you don’t like the tags, don’t read it! This is a month of nasty, kinky, and sinful fics!

✦ October 1st - Anakin Skywalker

improper use of the force, his mechanic hand, and anal!

✦ October 4th - PK!Coriolanus Snow

gun play, CNC, rape/noncon, degradation, hunter/prey.

✦ October 7th - James Kelly

breeding/pregnancy, lactation.

✦ October 10th - Sam Monroe

Nipple piercings, corruption, loss of virginity.

✦ October 13th - Billy The Kid

piss kink, foot fetish, cum eating.

✦ October 15th - Poly!Anidalia

squirting, Wlw fetish, threesome.

✦ October 18th - Anakin Skywalker

Knife/blood play, rope bunny, temp play, body shots.

✦ October 21st - Coriolanus Snow

grooming, non/con, coercion, spanking, daddy kink.

✦ October 26th - Alice Cullen

Blood play, katoptronophilia, mommy kink.

✦ October 31st - Darth Vader

Slave/Master, collar/leash, Voyerism, electrostimulation

[drabblesofsmut]

Kinktober +18 (late)

Day #10 | fingering | Stiles Stilinski.

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Warning: fingering, inexpert!Stiles.

★★★

The kiss was clumsy but heated, you were straddling him. His hands running from your waist to your ass like always, squeezing it and pulling you to him. Your hand took one of his and guided it to your clothed pussy. You felt the shiver that passed through his body and he broke the kiss.

“I-I've never done that” he said nervous of what you could say to him.

“It's okay, I can guide you if you want to try” you smirked and caressed his cheek.

“really?” he asked.

“mh-hm” you hummed in approbation.

"then yes, l-let's do it”. You could notice that he was still nervous, it was cute.

You took his hand and guided it under your panties, separating your lips and leading him to your clit. “there. Move your finger in slow circles”, he did as you said, looking down and then at you multiple times to make sure he was doing it fine. “fuck, just like that” you moaned. You could feel the bulge between his legs grow harder. His movements went a bit faster, stealing another moan from you. He was doing it so good, but you needed more.

You took stiles hand and guided his fingers to your entrance, he gave you an questioning look, you just nodded and he sunk one finger inside you slowly, not wanting to hurt you. He started pumping slowly, barely brushing your g-spot.

“Stiles” You whined, he didn't knew but that was torture.

“what? Did I do something wrong?”he asked stopping the movements.

“no just, do it harder, faster” you said and he nodded doing it as you told him. “oh fuck! Curl your fingers” you moaned and he did it.

His movements were hard, pounding into you with confidence, and when he felt your moans get lower he put another finger inside you, making you squirm at it. “you like it?” he groaned. He loved hearing you moan for him

“mh-hm, I love it” you cried out. Your legs already shaking in anticipation. “God sake, don't stop!”

Stiles wanted to try something he saw in video one night and with his thumb he throbbed your clit, pressing lightly.

You hugged him trying to hold on this world. With his other hand stiles took your chin and kissed you. His tongue swirling with yours, swallowing all your moans. “fuck Stiles! I-I'm g-gonna- ahh!” you couldn't finish your sentence when you came all around his fingers.

“holy shit” he whispered trying not to move his hips against yours.

[kining-the-evil]

Kinktober Day 1 Cockwarming with Sam Carpenter

Warnings: soft!Dom Sam, fem!reader, use of pet names like princess/good girl/pretty girl, cockwarming, strap on, vibrating strap on

Taglist: @flowercrowns-goodvibes @hurlonsororitygirls

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Sam knew how tired you’d been the past week. Between work and your final year of college, times to relax had been few and and far between. So when you finally had a day off, she wanted to make the most of it. Canceling her plans for the day, convincing Tara and Quinn to be out of the house the night before and for the day, dinner reservation at your favorite restaurant, and anything else you’d want to do. But her first plan for the day was to really help you relax.

You had stayed the night before, and as normal, Sam woke up before you. She had to slowly maneuver out of your arms and out of the bed to grab what she needed. Your favorite strap on dildo. When she came back to the bed, Sam took a moment to admire your sleeping form. The blanket was only half covering you, showing off the riding up tee shirt and underwear you’d wore to bed.

Carefully, she climbed back into the bed and pulled you to her chest. The sudden movement caused you to start to wake up, eyes squinting slightly as you gained conciseness.

“Morning, princess,” Sam greeted with a kiss to the back of your head. You rolled over, giving your girlfriend a small smile.

“ ‘mornin,” you mumbled before kissing her lightly. As the two of you kissed, Sam shifted her hips slightly to make the strap rub against you. You froze at the feeling, causing Sam to chuckle.

“Thought you could use some stress relief this morning.” She spoke against your lips, rubbing small circles on your hips. “How’s that sound?”

You nodded quickly, but a small pinch to your side had you mumbling a ‘yea please.’ Sam reached down to pull your underwear to the side, running a finger through your exposed heat to collect a bit of your liquids.

“So wet, and I haven’t even done anything yet,” she tisked, making you blush.

She slowly slid a finger in, thrusting it slowly before inserting a second one to scissor you open. You moaned at the feeling, rolling your hips to meet the thrusts and she allowed you too. When she thought you were stretched enough she pulled her fingers out, making you whine.

“Don’t. I know you want comes next.” Sam scolded, pulling her fingers up to examine how wet they are before putting them in her mouth to suck clean. “Taste so Sweet.”

You blushed at her words, but quickly forgot about it when she pushed the strap into you. “Ahh, Sam…” you moaned, trying to move your hip, but she caught them in a tight grip.

“No.”

“But You Said-“

“I said I was going to provide some stress relief, not fuck you,” she cut off your whine with her words. “Now stay still while we relax in bed.”

Her tone left no room for argument so you hid your face in the crook of her neck. The two of you laid there for a bit, cuddling as you tried to forget the large toy stretching you out.

After a bit, Sam shifted slightly. You whimpered at the movement inside you, but assumed that Sam was just stretching. However, she was actually grabbing a small remote.

This little remote was what made it the both of your guy’s toy. With a flick of the button, the toy began vibrating inside you, making you jump as much as you could from your position of laying on your side.

“Don’t move,” Sam warned as she went back to rubbing circles on your hips. Anytime you started to jerk or tried to fuck yourself she would tighten her grip so you would stay completely still.

“Sam…please,” you begged, hiding your face in her neck as your breath was labored. You were close, so close, but you didn’t know if you’d be allowed to cum.

“Please what, princess?”

“Need to cum,” you whispered as tears started to leak from your eyes. Your legs were shaking, and a thick coat of sweat covered your body.

“Go ahead princess, you’ve been so good for me.” Sam praised as you let yourself cum. Your muscles locked up as you moaned her name loudly, nails digging into her shoulders as you clung to her.

“There You go…” Sam mumbled, leaving the vibrations on as you road out the high before turning it off. You panted against her, your body going limp while Sam kept the strap buried deep in you. “Feel relaxed, princess?”

You nodded, giving her a tired smile. “Very.”

Sam placed little kisses along your face and neck, rubbing your soar muscles. “You know,” she started against your neck. “I bet I could make you more relaxed.”

You frowned slightly at her words before the toy came to life inside you again, making you yelp. Before you could even think about moving Sam’s arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you flush against her. “Just lay here and look pretty baby, and I’ll make you feel so good. And later, you can repay me by letting me ride that pretty face.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Housewife » Steve Kemp

October 27th

Pairings: Steve Kemp x Reader

Summary: Steve keeps the reader as his housewife.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, housewife kink, breeding kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

You were in the kitchen, about to start dinner when you heard the door open and close. You smiled when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Hi Stevie. How was work?” You asked, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

“Tiring, but I’m better now that I have you in my arms.” Steve says, kissing your neck softly.

You gasped when you felt his teeth bite down onto your skin, hard enough to leave a hickey behind. A tingling feeling shot through your body. One of Steve’s hands slid down your body, blindly finding the hem of your dress. His hand disappeared underneath your dress, only to find out that you weren’t wearing panties.

“No panties, huh?” He says.

“Mhmm no. I thought I’d make it easier for you when you got home.” You say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

Steve’s middle and ring fingers rubbed in between your wet folds causing you to moan softly.

“You’re so wet. Is all of it for me?” He asks, kissing just below your ear.

“Yes!” You gasped. “Only you!” You moaned.

His fingers rubbed your clit in circles while his fingers on his other hand teased your entrance. Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw dropped when you felt his fingers slid inside of your pussy.

“Steve!” You moaned.

Your hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to steady yourself.

“Such a good little wife for me.” Steve praises.

You moaned when he called you his wife.

“You like that, honey? You like it when I call you my wife?” He whispers in your ear.

“Yes!” You moaned.

His fingers moved faster on your clit and in your pussy. A loud moan left your lips when Steve slid a third finger inside of you, stretching you out. His fingers hit your sweet spot causing your to throw your head back against his shoulder. Steve placed kisses along the side of your neck, nipping on your skin hard enough to leave more hickeys behind. You felt your lower abdomen tighten, feeling your orgasm about to come crashing down on you. You held onto the kitchen counter for dear life when you felt your knees become weak.

“Stevie!” You moaned.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” He asks in almost a whisper.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, honey.” He says.

Within seconds your orgasm came crashing down on you. His name left your lips as you came on his fingers. His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, slowly coming to a stop. Steve pulled his fingers out of you and licked your juices off of his fingers, moaning at the taste.

Suddenly, he bent you over the kitchen counter and kicked your feet apart with his foot. He bunched your dress up above your hips. You bit your bottom lip when you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. Steve pulled down his jeans and boxers just enough for his hard cock to spring out, his tip leaking with precum. You gasped when you felt the tip of his cock in between your wet folds, bumping your sensitive clit.

“My wife deserves to be fucked, doesn’t she?” Steve says.

“Mhmm yes I do.” You hummed.

Steve slid his whole cock inside of you in one thrust. His hands gripped your hips, almost bruising and started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and hard, but also lovingly.

“I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day.” Steve groans, tilting his head back.

“Mhmm, me too.” You agreed while moaning.

The sound of skin slapping filled the kitchen. One of Steve’s hands left your hips and snaked down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. Your pussy clenched at the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive clit.

“I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” He moans.

His fingers moved faster on your clit causing you to move yourself back against him. Usually Steve would spank you for doing that, but he didn’t this time.

“So fucking desperate for my cock, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” He says with a smirk.

“Mhmm!” You hummed.

“So fucking desperate that you want me to cum inside of this tight little pussy so you’ll have my babies.” He says, almost darkly.

You moaned at his dirty words. You want that more than anything. You felt your second orgasm approaching you quickly. It was about to come crashing down on you once again.

“Stevie! I- fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, honey.” He says in almost a whisper.

A loud moan left your lips as you came for a second time. Steve wasn’t too far behind you. His cock twitched inside of you, nearing his orgasm.

“Shit! Gonna fill this pussy up till you’re full of me.” He pants.

“Yes please!” You moaned.

Your name fell from Steve’s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He thrusted a few more times before coming to a slow stop. He leaned over you, trapping your body behind his body and the counter. Steve gently turned your head and kissed you passionately.

“I love you, my beautiful wife.” Steve says against your lips.

“I love you too, Stevie.” You say in almost a whisper.

🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

-Bucky’s Doll

[floralcyanide]

˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―

― day ten ⛧ mutual masturbation

Austin Butler x F!Reader

A little naughty fun ensues with you and your boyfriend, Austin.

warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, masturbation, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, nipple play

word count: 612

author's note: I'm soo sorry this is so late jfc but I'm catching up rn. I've been super busy but I'm finally on fall break lol I hope yall enjoy!! I appreciate feedback (:

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You’re laying on Austin’s chest, lightly running your hand along his toned skin. Your cheek is pressed into him as you watch him lazily stroke his cock, and you can feel his breath hitch when he flicks his wrist slightly to change his rhythm. You lick your lips as you see his cock harden more, his tip reddening. Running your fingertips along Austin’s torso makes his skin jump, and you glance up at him. He looks down at you, his mouth slightly agape as his eyes begin to glaze over. Austin notices how you’re rubbing your thighs together under the sheets.

“Are you not gonna touch yourself?” he asks.

You hum, removing your hand from Austin. You open your legs, tossing one over his stomach as you slip your hand between your thighs. Slowly, you rub your clit through your underwear, kissing the skin of Austin’s peck that’s by your face. You groan as your fingertips rub the bundle of nerves just right. Moving your underwear to the side, you let yourself get lost in the feeling of pleasure coursing through your belly as you circle your bare clit. 

“Think you can fit a finger in that hot cunt of yours?” Austin asks, his voice deep with lust.

“Yeah,” you say, nipping at Austin’s nipple playfully, causing him to jerk into his hand.

“Do that again,” Austin sighs.

As you slip a finger inside your wetness, you wrap your lips around Austin’s nipple, sucking lightly. He moans quietly, moving his hand along his shaft a little faster. The sounds he’s making cause you to clench around your finger, your walls fluttering as you curl the digit. You’re panting as you lap at Austin’s nipple, watching his face contort through your lashes. You push another finger inside your pussy, flipping over on your stomach as you keep your leg over Austin. Being spread open further allows your fingers to reach deeper inside your cunt, your free hand playing with your clit. You’re still positioned over Austin’s chest, biting and sucking his nipples and supple skin. He lets out small noises of pleasure as he fucks his hand quickly. You feel yourself getting close to your release, the sound of you and Austin’s moans blending together. Watching Austin as he pumps his cock makes your urge to take him into your mouth stronger as each moment passes. So you do, catching him off guard. You swirl your tongue around him, hollowing your cheeks and letting him fuck into your face. 

“Fuck, get on top,” Austin ushers you to move.

Fully removing your underwear, you slide on top of him, lining his cock with your soaking entrance before sinking down on him. Austin grabs your hips and guides you up and down his length, your moans urging him to thrust into you faster. He grunts as he brushes your cervix, and you clench hard around him. Your nails graze his chest, clipping his nipples and causing him to thrust into you further. You’re bouncing as fast as you can on Austin’s perfect cock, relishing in the feeling of his tip slamming into you. As he fucks you, he hits all the spots inside you that are sending you closer to the edge. Slamming down onto Austin harshly as he pushes deeply inside you, your toes curl as your orgasm washes over you. Your orgasm triggers Austin’s as he empties his cum into your pulsating cunt. You’re catching your breath as you ride Austin slowly, letting both of you finish your highs. 

“We have to do that more often,” Austin grins, letting his hands roam your body.

“That was so hot,” you pant, “We definitely should.”

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[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ TSUKISHIMA - TOYS

☠︎︎ KUROO - EDGING

☠︎︎ KAGEYAMA - THIGH RIDING

☠︎︎ YACHI - VOYERISM

☠︎︎ SUNA - SPIT/BITING

☠︎︎ AKAASHI - COCKWARMING

☠︎︎ KENMA - MASKED

☠︎︎ SAKUSA - DACRYFILIA

☠︎︎ MIYA TWINS - THREESOME

☠︎︎ SUNA - SIZE KINK

☠︎︎ KITA - AFTERCARE

☠︎︎ IWAIZUMI - MARKING

☠︎︎ TENDOU - QUIROFILIA

☠︎︎ GOSHIKI - BONDAGE

☠︎︎ SUGAWARA - GAGGING

☠︎︎ KIYOKO - STRIPTEASE

☠︎︎ USHIJIMA - CORRUPTION

☠︎︎ KENMA - STRESS

☠︎︎ SEMI - DRY HUMPING

☠︎︎ BOKUTO - BODY WORSHIP

☠︎︎ AKAASHI - PIERCINGS

☠︎︎ SAKUSA - CUNNILINGUS

☠︎︎ TERUSHIMA - SAFE WORD

☠︎︎ SUNA - PUBLIC

☠︎︎ OIKAWA - TOUCH STARVED

☠︎︎ ATSUMU - OVERSTIMULATION

[starkeysprincess]

⟢ MAKE YOU MINE FOREVER

presenting kinktober day 2 ➔︎ breeding w trevor

warnings: breeding, use of 'daddy', unprotected sex, creampie, praising, 18+ mdni word count: 673 a/n: ty to the sweetest angel @cameronsprincess for helping me <3

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“feel so fuckin’ good, and you’re all mine, yeah?” trevor rasps, pushing your face further into the plush pillows. he pressed on the small of your back, keeping you still as he rolled his hips into yours. “yes, ‘m all yours,” you moaned breathlessly, clinging to the sheets. 

“yeah? you gonna let me put a baby in you?” his hand moved from your back to entangle in your hair, pulling your head back, “s’what you wanted, yeah? want me to make you mine forever and fuck this sweet cunt full?”.

“p-please, daddy,” you stuttered, gasping when he wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“you like that? like the idea of me not stopping till you’re filled to the brim?" trevor nipped your ear, his breath hitching when he felt your pussy growing wetter, your slick coating his cock. 

trevor chuckled at the whine that escaped your throat when he pulled out, his hands gripping your waist to flip you onto your back. his fingers encircle your ankles, spreading your legs apart as he settles between them. he dragged his length along your slick folds, teasing and making you squirm as he smacked your puffy clit with the head of his cock. 

“daddy,” you whined, bucking your hips, trying to rub your cunt against his cock. “what is it, baby?” he cooed, his fingers digging into your hips, pinning you to the mattress. he guides his fat tip back into your weeping hole, sucking in his breath as your pussy stretches around him, swallowing him whole, “shit, pussy suckin’ me in so well, she’s a greedy little thing, huh?”.

he dips his head down to bury his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy, wet, open-mouthed kisses. his teeth sink into your skin, sucking and biting bruises into the sensitive flesh while he pounds into your poor, abused cunt.

“use your words, baby.”

the sounds of skin smacking and your pussy squelching around him filling the room. “please fuck a baby in me,” you pleaded, your eyes rolling back as his thrusts become relentless. “shh, don’t worry baby, daddy’s got all night to fuck a baby in you,” trevor whispered, making your cunt clench around him, wanting nothing more than for him to give you what you wanted.

he grasped the underside of your thighs to wrap your legs around his hips, earning a squeak from you as he fucked into your drooling cunt deeper. your pleas and whimpers were music to his ears, “that’s right, let daddy know how good he’s makin’ you feel.”

trevor shoves his thumb into your mouth, pressing down onto the warm muscle of your tongue, groaning when you eagerly suck on his digit. your head lolls to the side, and your moans increasingly get louder as his cock deliciously massages your walls, his tip hitting your cervix repeatedly with each pump of his hips.

he pulls away from your neck, cupping your jaw and turning your head to look at him when your pussy flutters around his cock, “cum f’me…cum for daddy, and i’ll fill your pretty pussy, sweet girl.”

your body goes into overdrive from the overwhelming amount of pleasure, making your vision blur. trevor groans when you clutch onto him, your legs tightening around him, your voice becoming hoarse from crying out his name as you come all over his cock.  

“need you to cum inside me, daddy…please,” you whimpered, feeling his cock twitch, knowing he was close.

trevor leaned down to capture your lips with his, swallowing your pleas. his thrusts become sloppy, his hips stuttering as he fills your warm, tight cunt with thick ropes of cum, “that’s it, baby, look at you takin’ my cum so well.”

he slowly pulls out, leaving just his tip inside you before pushing his cock inside you once again, shoving his cum deep back into your cunt.

“gonna cum in this pretty little pussy over and over again just to fuck it back in to make sure it doesn’t go to waste.”

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[2kiran]

emememmemmm so can i basically js request overstimming horangi or smt (based off of ur alphabet at that part where he shifts into korean 🤷‍♀️) idek im feelign silly

“ 𝐄𝐂𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 ”

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐍’𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄. 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄.

◜ᐢ..ᐢ◝ ᶻz ➜ guess you have to teach him english all over again.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖤐 pairing ☆ kim “horangi” hong-jin x dom!gn!reader ˖ ࣪ ˖ cw ıllı handjob. fingering. overstimulation. google-translated korean. ⪩⭔⪨

“Hnngm!”

Horangi whined into his forearm, trying to keep his mouth shut as the pleasure he was experiencing was slowly becoming too much. Your slick hand was working up his spent cock. His previous orgasms allowing the glides of your palm to be easier.

Minutes prior, he had begged for his release, talking your eardrums off. Oh, he was definitely getting it.

“자기야— I can’t cu—ngggh!” ( honey ) His eyes nearly rolled back into his skull as you inch a finger inside his hole. “You can’t what?” You ask, the hand on his cock slowing enough to let him somewhat connect his thoughts.

“나는 더 이상 정액 수 없습니다...” ( i can’t cum anymore ) He mumbles under his breath, panting like a dog. His brain wires were twisted and crossed, tied in multiple knots as his stomach curls in anticipation of an impending release. The tongue that sits in his mouth was quickly forgetting English, replaced by his native tongue. He yelps, legs tightening around your waist when he feels the finger inside of him curl.

His thighs tremble at your sides. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, baby.” You tease, even though you’ve heard him say that enough times to register it’s meaning. “난 못해—” ( I can’t ) Your thumb presses against his slit and he whimpers. “I can’t! No more, no more, 더 이상은 없어! Ah-” He shakes his head, yet his hips chases after your hands that have been torturing him.

“Just one more and we’re done, alright?”

You both know that ‘one more’ doesn’t mean only one.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[otakusheep15]

Obey Me Kinktober 2022

Day 1: 69ing - Diavolo

Day 2: Impact play - Simeon

Day 3: Handjob - Barbatos

Day 4: Body swap - Leviathan

Day 5: Morning sex - Beelzebub

Day 6: Body worship - Asmodeus

Day 7: Collaring - Satan

Day 8: Shower sex - Solomon

Day 9: Creampie - Belphegor

Day 10: Tabel sex - Lucifer

Day 11: Sugar daddy - Mammon

Day 12: Stockings - Solomon

Day 13: DP (two holes) - Diavolo + Lucifer

Day 14: Begging - Leviathan

Day 15: Period sex - Beelzebub

Day 16: Xenophilia - Satan

Day 17: Strap on - Simeon

Day 18: Boot worship - Mammon

Day 19: Phone sex - Barbatos

Day 20: Sex pollen - Asmodeus

Day 21: Facial - Belphegor

Day 22: Aftercare - Diavolo

Day 23: Hair pulling - Mammon

Day 24: Free use - Barbatos

Day 25: Masturbation - Lucifer

Day 26: Voice kink - Satan

Day 27: Fisting - Simeon

Day 28: A/B/O - Belphegor

Day 29: Marking - Leviathan

Day 30: Sensory deprivation - Asmodeus + Solomon

Day 31: Sex toys - Beelzebub

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 27: Keeping Quiet - Draco Malfoy

Kinktober Day 27: Keeping Quiet - Draco Malofy x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, potter!sister, secret relationship, closet sex, nearly caught, hand over mouth, slight size kink, hard sex, creampie,  nicknames, no use of y/n

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The corridor was busier than you’d ever seen it before as it seemed that hundreds of students had descended on it at the exact same moment, trying to push and shove each other out of the way to attend different classes in locations across the school.

This was always the worst part of your day trying to get through this stupid corridor, the hustle and bustle of students only caring about themselves as they rushed past, it was beyond frustrating.

You’d not even made it halfway down the corridor after trying to get through for what felt like a lifetime, huffing as another kid elbowed you as you ran past. Your blood was beginning to boil with frustration, if one more person hit you, you couldn’t be held accountable for your actions.

Of course, it was at this exact moment that a warm hand gripped your upper arm, harshly pulling your body in another direction. You didn’t even have time to shove them off before you realised that you were being thrown into a store cupboard that consisted of a single bucket and mop in the corner, that you hadn’t even realised that you’d been standing next to, the person who held your arm following close behind.

The stranger's hand gripping your arm continued to push until your back was against the stone wall and another hand was being forced against your mouth, cutting off any words of confusion you were about to shout.

“Shh Potter, don’t want to get caught now do we?” Malfoy looked down at you with a smirk on his cunning face, his perfectly styled blonde hair swept back like it usually was.

Smiling against his palm, you gripped his wrist and eased it away so you could speak, tone low, “really Malfoy? Anyone could walk in here, I mean anyone could have seen us come in here!”

He chuckled darkly, almost in a condescending tone that had you rolling your eyes, “but no one did see us and no one is going to come in here so stop worrying we’ve only got a few minutes”.

You wanted to argue against him but adrenaline started to pulse through your body at the sheer idea of being so close to being caught and getting away with it, it was filthy but that was Draco for you, he was always doing impulsive things, getting off on the idea of being caught.

Before your mind could overthink the situation, you’d reached beneath your knee-length skirt and began taking off your underwear, handing them to Draco who tucked them into his back pocket like he always did.

Without another word shared between you, you hiked your leg up Draco's lean body, hooking it around his waist as he unzipped his trousers, reaching in and pulling his already hard cock out in a swift motion.

Leaning his forehead against yours, bending his knees to he could line his cock with your awaiting cunt, his tip brushed against your hole, both of you sucking in a needy breath.

“Hurry up Draco” you moaned, bucking your hips closer, arms settling around his shoulder to better hold you up. The Slytherin smirked at your needy responses and simultaneously kissed you whilst pushing in his length, absorbing your moans into his mouth to keep you quiet, he knew this would be a difficult challenge for you to do.

Draco didn’t waste time once he felt you had relaxed to his size, his hips moving fast, one hand bracing against the wall over your head whilst the other helped to keep your leg high up his body.

You clung to him desperately, head tilting to deepen the kisses, wanting him closer, feeling the heat radiating from his skin as he fucked you in the store cupboard.

Pulling back from the kiss so you could suck in a breath, Draco grinned down at you as the noise outside of the cupboard seemed to increase, somehow more students arriving only adding to the danger.

This was the exact moment that he fucked harder, his pubis brushing against your clit causing an ungodly moan to leave your lips. Luckily Draco saw it coming and quickly covered your mouth once again with his hand, ducking his face against your neck, and licking along the sensitive skin there.

“You need to be quieter than that Potter - fuck you feel so tight” he closed his eyes in concentration as your cunt clenched at his words.

Reaching up, your hands delved into his hair, finding a spark of pleasure from messing up his perfectly styled hair, Draco grunted at your actions, slowing his thrusts to pound deeply with his cock causing you to smack back against the wall.

Pulling his head down, you were now touching foreheads again looking deep into his grey eyes, your eyes pleading for him to keep going, the tension building in your core, almost like a tingling, tightening sensation that spread from your cunt and down your thighs.

Draco seemed to be slipping towards his orgasm too as he began pumping in and out of you quicker, almost desperately. He was always so in control of every situation but every time he was close to cuming his mask would slip slightly, mouth gaping open, legs shaking with adrenaline.

You were thankful for Draco’s hand that remained over your mouth as without it, you knew you would have screamed out as your orgasm pulsed through your body, and definitely would have been caught by everyone outside.

Your grip on his hair was impossibly tight, knees trembling from the position as the waves slowly dispersed, and your whole body relaxed from the post-orgasmic bliss. Draco’s thrusts became sporadic as his balls tightened to his body, cock hardening and then his cum was soaking into your cunt.

Draco wasn’t as loud as you when he came, a brief heavy breath and a full-body shiver was his only indication that he was coating you with his seed.

Pulling out, you felt his and your juices dripping down your thighs. Draco made quick work of stepping back and sorting himself out, waving his wand to wipe away any stains, running a hand through his messy hair to straighten it back to how it was and finally zipping himself back up.

You however were not so quick, still holding onto the wall for support in the cramped store cupboard, clothes scrunched up and body trembling slightly.

Not another word was passed between the two of you, Draco simply kissed your forehead in a rare show of emotions before casually exiting the store cupboard, rejoining the crowd that was still heavily present in the hallway.

Taking a breath, you pulled your wand out from your sleeve, swallowing harshly, before beginning to clean yourself. It took a few minutes to make yourself presentable again which was enough time for you to exit back into the crowd for no one to hopefully notice that Draco had just left there, a frustrated sigh leaving you as students still were packed like sardines in the school corridor.

[munsoninthedark86]

Kinktober 2022 Day 21: Intoxication(Spellbound)

warnings: smoking weed, cunnilingus, some dirty talk, some swearing, reader is 18 pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader word count: 1.2k

“Inhale, sweetheart. Just like I taught you,” Eddie coaxes as you smoke the joint. You do as he taught you.

You were hanging out with him after school, just chilling on his bed in his trailer. You told Eddie you’ve never been high, and he said he would help fix that. You had no clue he has a major crush on you and he plans on confessing to you while you’re both high.

“That’s it.” He praises you, which makes you grin.

“I’ve got a good teacher,” you say while giggling. The weed seems to be affecting you already or maybe it’s just a placebo effect. 

Eddie smirks, “Maybe I can teach you some other things.”

This makes your heart skip a beat. What does that mean anyway? Is he supposed to say things like that? You’ve been friends with him for a long time, but you wondered if maybe he meant he was going to teach you some sexual things. When Eddie notices the panic on your face, he quickly scrambles for a little white lie to smooth things over.

“Heh, I meant with D&D.”

This makes you laugh softly, and it’s the sweetest thing in the world to Eddie. He’s spent countless nights right on this bed, just thinking about you hanging out with him just like this. He’s so fucking happy you finally came to join him. And now you were getting high with him, and who knows what else could happen.

“Is that so?” You tease, and you lean a little closer to him as he puts out the joint.

“Yeah, I know you want to get better at it. I could maybe even teach you how to be a dungeon master,”

You swoon, “Really? I don’t know if I could be as good as you.”

Eddie smiles at you, just so in awe of how cute you are. He’s seconds from just kissing you and making your head whirl. He knows the worst thing that could happen is that you reject him, but he’s waited way too long to chicken out now. So he cups your cheek, and you blush profusely. It’s such an intimate gesture, and you aren’t really sure how to react. Especially with the weed making you feel a little more bubbly.

“Eddie,” you breathe. “What are you doing?”

He sighs, “Just trust me.”

He presses his lips to yours, and you feel like fireworks are going off inside of you. It’s amazing in every way, and even better than what you imagined. You often thought about how it might feel to kiss Eddie, but you were much too chicken to do it. Eddie was on cloud nine, relishing in the feel of your cushiony lips. When he pulls away, it’s only for a few moments to admire your sweet face. Then he begins kissing you more, this time with much more intimacy.

His large hands soothe down to your ass, and he pulls you onto his lips. The two of you begin making out, and Eddie is rock hard once you start grinding up against him. He guides your hip to thrust back and forth as the two of you kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, and you let out a sweet moan when it rubs against yours. Your mind is so foggy with lust, you can barely make sense of anything else going on.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Eddie croons.

You’re blushing now, “Really?”

“Yeah, baby. I’ve thought you were beautiful since the day I laid eyes on you.”

He’s quick to push you back against his old mattress, and you hear one of your favorite songs playing from the stereo. Your heart swells with affection, because you know Eddie doesn’t necessarily love this band, but he bought the tape just for you. It makes you feel like such a princess. Eddie spoils you a lot, but you never really knew why until now.

“How about this, sweetheart? I’m going to lick your little pussy,”

“Eddie! W-wait! What?”

Eddie snickers, “You’re so cute. I wanna make you feel good,”

You won’t deny that the weed has made your panties even more soaked than they would be when you’re around Eddie. So you shyly agree to him going down on you. Eddie’s hands are shaking as he begins undressing you. Your cute little cotton panties make his cock so hard, and it throbs when he feels just how wet you are for him and you’ve only been making out. Your panties are clinging to your pussy lips.

Then, he pulls them down and you’re left with nothing on. You’re fully exposed to him, and he has such a raging hardon for you right now. He grunts as he adjusts his cock in his pants and settles on his stomach between your legs.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he praises, and he lets his fingers spread your folds.

“S-shut up,” you whine. This is all too much for you, but you don’t want it to stop.

Eddie leans in and chuckles softly as you begin squirming under his hot breath. Your little pussy just smells so good, and he knows it’s going to taste just as good. One lick of his tongue, and he’s hooked. He begins lapping at your wet slick like it’s the last thing he’ll ever taste. Without even thinking about it, Eddie begins rutting against the bed for some relief. Those sweet moans you let out for him drive him insane. He’s never going to be able to get the taste of your pussy off of his tongue now.

“So sweet.” he says between licks. “So fucking good,”

You buck up against his face, “Please, Eddie.”

He loves how you beg for him. He wonders if it’s because of the weed that you’re so wet or because of just being with him. Eddie hopes you have feelings for him just like he does for you. Even if you don’t, he figures he could settle for just being able to have this moment with you.

Your fingers tangle in his messy hair, and you tug slightly to pull him even closer. You’re dying to have more of him, and you know he won’t disappoint. You feel the tip of his index finger circling your hole, and it clenches around nothing in anticipation. You beg him to do more, and he chuckles darkly.

“Oh, such a sweet girl.”

You whine, “Don’t tease me, baby,”

He sucks on your clit just as his finger slips into you. It doesn’t take long for him to find that spongy spot deep inside of you. You shudder when you feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten even more than previously thought. It’s so overwhelming, but you are enjoying every single second of it. You’re desperately trying to warn Eddie that you’re about to cum, but all that comes out are pitiful moans.

Your juices gush all over his mouth and his hand as you cum hard. His name falls from your lips so desperately and wantonly. Eddie grunts as he feels his balls tighten, and he’s falling off the edge right with you. Warmth pools in his boxers as shots of hot cum spurt from his cock. The two of you are riding your highs, desperately grinding. You have to gently push him away when the pleasure just becomes too much.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” You ask once you’ve caught your breath.

Eddie laughs, “Ah, ah, ah. A dungeon master doesn’t reveal all his tricks all at once.”

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October 22: Sex Pollen (Loki Laufeyson)❤️

Warnings: could be seen as non-con, royalty kink, induced sex

Copyright: I do not own Loki (please kidnap me Loki) or any other Marvel/MCU characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

"What exactly is it?" You asked Bruce as he showed you a new, interesting specimen that had been found in space and brought back to Earth.

It was a beautiful flower of sorts, bright pink with white teardrops on the petals. The stem was green and a little purple where the stem curled up to the petals.

"I'm not sure yet." Bruce said, moving away from the table to go and sit behind his computer. "I do know that it is from the planet Kuth." He said, showing you a picture of an Earth-like planet with a turquoise sky and a field of these flowers that had signs around them, as though warding people to be careful of the flower patch. "Could be dangerous, might not be. Perhaps Loki or Thor or one of the Guardians will know. Loki's coming. . . when?"

"This Saturday." You said happily, missing your best friend and crush- though no one actually knew about the latter part.

"Excited to see him again?" Bruce asked skeptically.

"I know, I know, he's a terrible Midgardian killing God, but we're friends and that's behind him now." You said. "Plus, he was being slightly controlled by Ronan and Thanos, just like Bucky was controlled by HYDRA and you all like Bucky."

"Fair." Bruce relented. "But not everyone sees it like that either."

"And some people still think Bucky ought to be given the Death Penalty." You pointed out.

"Fair again." Bruce admitted. "Anyways, make sure that you keep away from this until I can figure out what it is. If its' poisonous, we wouldn't want a disease to break out over the city."

"Will do boss." You said cheekily and then made your way out of the room.

You couldn't wait to show Loki!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"It's a flower?" Loki asked skeptically.

The two of you were standing on the balcony, overlooking the pool. The other Avengers were stripped down to swim trunks and two-piece bathing suits, enjoying the nice day. Steve and Fury were barbequing on the grill with some help from Sam, while the girls were sunbathing on the law chairs.

Tony, Stephen, and Bruce were deep in conversation about something, a handful of beers on the table in front of them.

Thor was sitting in the pool, Parker and some of his friends from school in there too.

Bucky meanwhile was playing cornhole with Clint, Rhodey, and T'Challa.

"A beautiful flower." You clarified. You and Loki were pretty much alone on the balcony. Loki was wearing his normal Asgardian wear as he hadn't felt like wearing anything from Midgard, and you were wearing denim shorts and a shirt that you had tied off above the belly button.

"It's still a flower." Loki deadpanned, placing his hands on the railing, "What is this gathering they are doing?"

"It's called a pool party Lokes." You sighed, "C'mon, I want to show it to you."

Loki sighed, looking over at you. "Don't you want to join in on this pool party instead?"

You felt frustrated. You knew your crush was one-sided (as they always were), but you thought that Loki at least liked you as a friend. Or at least, you seemed to be the only one he tolerated. But friends shared things with each other all the time, right?

"No, I want to show you the flower which I'm not really supposed to show you because Bruce doesn't know what it is yet." You sighed, pushing away from the banister, "But it's okay. I realize guys don't really like those sorts of things. It's kind've hot, I'm gonna go inside."

Loki started for a moment, staring after you. He hoped he hadn't offended you, but flowers- well you even seemed to know they weren't something he'd want to see. But shit, it wasn't about him, it was about you.

"Wait!" He called, hurrying to catch the door, coming back into the building.

You were half tempted not to stop, but you did anyways, turning to look at him.

"I do want to see the flower, but I just didn't know if there was something else you'd rather do. The party looked like something you would've enjoyed." Loki explained.

Why the hell did he have to look so sexy? You wished you could see him in his pool garb. Black or green or gold swim trunks. No shirt. You imagined that he had a fit body underneath the layers of Asgardian leather. You could imagine black aviator shades on his face, his hair possibly pulled back into a ponytail.

You quickly shook your head to clear your thoughts and said, "Well, I knew you wouldn't enjoy the party. You don't really like them. Anyways, the flower is this way."

Immediately, he was caught off guard of your awareness for his likes and dislikes. Sure, he knew all of yours, perhaps even knowing more about you, than you did. But the fact that you were just as aware as him was strange.

Different.

Almost likable.

You led him down the hallway, taking the elevator to the bottom floor. You slipped into Bruce's lab, the door shutting behind the two of you. You led him over to the case display where he'd set up the flower under examination.

"It is quite unique." Loki admitted after looking at the flower for a moment. In reality, he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You were a strange mortal, no doubt, perhaps as unique as this flower in the right place. After all, this flower didn't stick out in its home, but it did on Earth. And he supposed each human was unique in their own way. You were just more special.

"I hope its not harmful." You said wistfully. "I want to know what it smells like."

Loki suddenly plucked the glass case off of the flower and you stared at him in shock, "What if it's poisonous! Loki put it back!"

"Calm down Y/N. A measly flower cannot kill me." Loki smiled, before lowering his nose down to smell the flower. After inhaling the scent, he pulled back. "Perhaps it is just me, but there seems to be a very strange smell coming from the flower. It's almost like. . . honey and almonds but that can't quite be right, can it?"

You bent down to smell the flower next. After all, it didn't seem to have affected Loki so it was probably safe.

Well that was strange because you didn't smell any of the things that Loki had smelt. Instead, you seemed to have smelt expensive leather, expensive cologne, and vanilla. Actually. . . it smelt a lot like Loki.

You laughed, "Kind've reminds me of Amortentia."

"What in the world is that?" Loki asked.

"It was a love potion in Harry Potter. Smells like the person that you are in love with so each person thinks the flower smells like something else." You explained.

Loki's cheeks flushed pink. "Ah I-"

But whatever he was going to say didn't matter, as two small pink hearts actually popped out of the flower. They were extremely small, small enough to fit on your pinky fingernail. They weren't filled in, but seemed rather a stencil. They floated upwards and you felt one land on the tip of your nose and looked to Loki in time to see the other hit him on the nose and then sink in.

"Are we dead?" You asked with fright.

Once again, he didn't get to answer because your lips were pressed together, your arms around each others necks. The kiss was messy and erotic, a clashing of lips, tongue, and teeth. It was like you were trying to devour each other, and neither of you were able to get any closer.

"This needs to come off." Loki growled, ripping the shirt from your body and you had no room to protest as you were feverishly stripping him of his Asgardian uniform, cursing the amount of layers he was wearing.

Loki attached his lips to your neck as you kicked off your own skirt, leaving you bare in front of him. Most of his clothes were off, though he wouldn't let you go to take his pants off. Those he shucked off himself.

It was like a very chaotic dream as the two of you seemed to almost wrestle with each other, over to one of the desks in the middle of the room. Loki swept everything off of the desk, making glass shatter, pens scatter, and papers drift out across the room.

Loki seemed to suddenly slam you down on the table, before plunging into you in a feral way. Your back arched off the table at the sudden intrusion, but you found that it had been a very easy entrance, as there was almost no pain.

"Fuck." You moaned, "Loki, faster."

"It's your highness to you." Loki growled again.

"Your highness!" You nearly screamed.

Everything seemed heightened, yet fuzzy. Like you couldn't even believe that your orgasm was already fast approaching and he'd barely been inside of your for a minute. Nor was he overstimulating you in any way that would make an orgasm approach so fast.

Your fingers dug into his forearms, spurring him on to move even faster inside of you, hips snapping against yours. You might've sworn that his balls were hitting you so hard in the ass that you'd have bruises tomorrow. His hands were definitely going to leave bruises all over your body from how tightly he was holding.

It was fuzzy though, like your brain wasn't really working. A small part in the back of your mind was telling you that this was bad, that this was wrong. It was going to ruin your friendship with Loki after all. How were the two of you going to recover after this? You were going to lose one of your best friends because of a stupid flower!

But that part was clear and the rest was fuzzy and you couldn't really focus on it with so much chaos going on around you. You were mostly feeling euphoric, barely even thinking about anything at all as your orgasm hit you like the impact of the bottom of a cliff.

You weren't sure how long you went or how many rounds or even how many orgasms. You know that you went from your back on the desk, to riding him on the floor, to being fucked into a chair, and then back to the floor.

It was like a dream and then the two of you seemed to slow down, things seemed to become clearer. The lights seemed less harsh and you realized that though the room was freezing cold, you were both covered in sweat.

You collapsed against Loki's chest and his arms drew you into him.

"Shit." He muttered. "I wasn't expecting that."

You were silent, heart pounding. You had had a crush on him for the longest time. You had wanted this for the longest time- but not like this. It was supposed to be mutual. It was supposed to be remarkable, rememberable.

You sat up slowly, searching for your clothes when Steve, Bruce, and Tony came walking in. Steve backpedaled so quickly upon seeing the two of you buck naked that he slammed his head into the doorframe, denting it rather effectively.

Bruce turned a nice shade of pink, covering his face with his hand.

Tony meanwhile, turned red and pointed to the stuff on the floor. "What did you do?!"

"I think that's very obvious Tony." Steve muttered, leaning his forehead on the wall so he didn't have to look at the two of you.

Loki seemed unconcerned, snapping his fingers so that clothes appeared on him again. Or maybe it was just an illusion, but either way you wished he could've done it for you.

You wrapped one of the office blankets around you and then you said, "Well, Bruce, we found out what your flower does."