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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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fuck i love these four so much 😫

Tit for tat

AN: Hey folks - I've moved away from niche content today to re-visit some of our favs - The boys in Conclave. Be good, Bunny!

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

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Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairings: Sam x Bucky; Steve x Reader

CW: Voyeurism, JOI, dub con (due to universe), Exhibitionism, explicit sexual content. THIS IS A SOFT!DARK UNIVERSE.

Word count: 1.1k

“They know you’re watching, Bunny.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your gasp and span around as the voice whispered in your ear.

Steve loomed behind you, his lips curled up in a mirthful smile.

Sam and Bucky were out on the private balcony of the penthouse. You’d noticed them when you had been walking through the apartment and had been going to join them when you saw how close they were. How their fingers were entwined and looking at each other as if the other had hung the moon. You’d felt bad about intruding.

But then they’d started kissing, and it had quickly turned heated between them. You should have moved away, you knew that, but you couldn’t. They were so beautiful together. You’d seen them and Steve together in many of your collective bedroom scenes, and watched Steve and Bucky together. Still, you’d never had the opportunity to watch Bucky and Sam from a spectator’s view. It was wrong. It was hot.

And then Steve caught you...

You ducked your head and tried to glide around him.

“I should…umm…go.”

“And deprive them of their rapt audience?” He grabbed your wrist firmly and drew you back to stand in front of him, your back pressed to his front, where you’d been before he’d surprised you.

Bucky was lying on one of the sun loungers, shirtless, with his legs spread so that Sam could lie between them. He was cupping Sam’s cheeks, kissing him like the world was ending, as Sam tangled his dexterous fingers in Bucky’s shoulder-length chestnut hair. They didn’t look like they knew anyone was watching, but you didn’t doubt Steve’s statement.

“It’s okay to watch. Okay to enjoy it. If they wanted privacy, they would have ensured they had it. Remember, we’re all together, and it’s natural to get pleasure from seeing your lover get pleasure.”

Steve’s voice was low in your ear, his other hand splayed across your lower stomach, pressing you into him. A couple of his fingers were under the fabric of your robe, his fingertips like hot brands on your skin. He gently brought your hand down to just under his.

“Touch yourself, bunny.”

His voice and the sight of the other two in front of you created an erotic tableau, one that was hard to resist. Unable to take your eyes off Sam and Bucky, who had now shucked their pants and were groping each other through their underwear, your fingers slid deftly through your folds. You were slicker than you had imagined. The glide, the way your finger brushed over your clit, made you moan and your eyes flutter.

“Gently circle your clit. That’s it. Like the way Sam’s teasing Bucky’s nipple with his tongue. Imagine it’s Sam’s tongue on your greedy pussy, teasing you.”

Bucky’s back was arched where he lay on the lounger. Sam was indeed playing with the assassin’s chest, the dark nipples standing to attention under his ministrations. He’d also pulled Bucky’s cock out of his briefs and was slowly jacking it. You moaned as you saw a bead of precum form and roll down his thick shaft. Steve’s hand flexed on your stomach, and you could feel his erection digging into your buttocks.

“Now, slide one of those fingers of yours inside…”

You did as he said as you watched Sam slowly move down Bucky’s body, maintaining eye contact while his lover rambled in Russian. You gasped as you watched Sam take Bucky in his mouth just as you pushed your finger as deep inside you as you could manage. The heel of your palm brushed against your clit, and you shuddered.

“Add another, Bunny, then pump them slowly, in time with Sam…”

Your breathing picked up as you watched Sam turning Bucky into a quivering wreck beneath him. You could see him cupping and rolling Bucky’s balls as he swallowed down as much of his cock as he could manage. When Bucky started to rub and pluck at his own nipples, Steve silently moved your free hand to your own breasts, drawing your robe apart so that practically all of your front was now on display. You didn’t notice, and even if you had, you probably wouldn’t have cared.

“Are you curling those fingers, sweetheart? Find that sweet spot of yours. I think Sam is doing that to Bucky now, as well.”

Bucky’s thighs were twitching, and you couldn’t see Sam’s hand any longer, so you thought that Steve was probably right.

“Keep that rhythm. I want you to cum when Buck does….” He leant down, his lips trailing over your neck, the slight tickling burn of his facial hair setting your nerve endings alight. And the way Bucky and Sam were moving and moaning…

Bucky’s eyelashes kissed his cheeks, and the veins in his neck and right arm were prominent against his pale skin as he climbed toward his release. Then there was Sam. Sam who seemed to be making it his mission to give Bucky the sloppiest and noisiest blowjob ever. Every time he bobbed his head, he left Bucky’s cock slick with drool. His saliva also covered his hand and Bucky’s pale thighs. He was also groaning and gagging. You could swear he was actually rolling his hips against the lounger, using the friction to get himself off.

“Bucky’s almost there, Bunny. Are you ready? Are you going to come with him?”

His hand covered yours where you were fingering yourself, so big that he pressed your hand firmer onto your clit as well as increasing the pressure on your abdomen. Small whimpers left your mouth, your head rolling back against Steve’s shoulder as you prepared to let go.

“О, бля!”

Your eyes shot open at Bucky’s yell, which was followed by a groan from Sam as he swallowed down Bucky’s cum. Some leaked out of the corner of his mouth, rolling down his chin…

You cried out, only remaining upright because Steve was holding you.

“There you go, sweetheart.”

He scooped you up and started walking. It took you a few breaths to realise he wasn’t taking you to your bedroom but out onto the patio before settling down on the second lounger with you, turning you to face him. He pressed kisses to your lips, your jaw, your neck, in just the way he knew got you going.

“Steve? What are you doing? Wouldn’t you like to go somewhere a little more private?”

“Well, Bunny, as we watched Buck and Sam, it seems only fair they get to watch us…”

You looked over your shoulder and saw a pair of matching grins aimed at you as the two men sat side by side, fisting their cocks…

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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late, bby, i didn’t read this, because i’m not in a non-con place right now, but i’m reblogging because there’s no doubt in my mind that it’s just as amazing as the rest of your kinktober 💚💚💚

Things that go bump in the night

AN: And it's day 14 and we're getting closer to the half way point.

Today's fic is a DARK fic. You have been warned. This story contains outright NON-CON.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

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Beta’d by @mickeyhenrys

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Grouping: Jefferson x Reader, Lee Bodecker x Reader, Charles Blackwood x Reader, Nick Fowler x Reader

CW: Gangbang, Clothing disparity, kidnap, RAPE, Explicit sexual content, threats of violence, drugging, basement wife-ing

Word Count: 2.4k

Your mouth felt dry as you woke, and your eyes felt gritty. You lifted your hand to rub the rough particles away but were brought to full wakefulness as you realised that your movement was restricted. Your eyes shot open, images and memories from last night assaulting your brain at lighting speed.

Your blind-date with Jeff, no Jefferson.

Tall, dark, handsome, certainly, but your date had had an aura about him that had made you less than comfortable, and before the end of the second drink you’d already decided there wouldn’t be a follow-up. However, when he’d been away in the bathroom a man with sandy chestnut hair, well coiffured, had approached you, flirting overtly and in quite an aggressive manner. What was it about you and attracting men so covered in red flags they may as well be parade bunting?

Jefferson had returned and there had been a stand-off between the two men, which turned into verbal sparring, with you caught in the middle, trying to mediate, and feeling more and more uncomfortable. As the men’s voices had gotten louder a third man had come over, the local sheriff.

He was obviously trying to talk sense into Jefferson and the aggressive stranger, but he was a big man, and standing where he had, he’d loomed over you, blocking out your vision of the rest of the bar, as well as your exit.

You’d felt your panic start to rise, but by this point the three men surrounding you hadn’t been

paying any attention. Feeling as though you were going to throw up any moment, you’d been

relieved when a hand had wrapped around your arm and plucked you out of the middle of the angry circle and pulled you outside the bar.

“Hey there. Are you okay? Looks like things were getting heated and you were obviously uncomfortable.”

Wiping your damp palms down your dress, you looked up at the concerned stranger. Neatly cut dark brown hair, a bit of stubble and piercing blue eyes, he was definitely handsome, but your thought was fleeting. You just wanted to go home.

“Um, thanks for helping me out. It wasn’t really how I envisaged my night going, but I suppose that’s the risk you take on going on blind dates; you’re never quite sure who you’re going to get.” Your lips twitched up as you tried to inject some levity into the situation, but you knew that your smile didn’t reach your eyes. The had man let out a short snort of laughter, letting you know he’d fully understood your situation.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.” You’d reached into your bag for your phone. “I’ll just call a taxi and head home.”

Rooting around in your bag, with your head down, you hadn’t noticed the stranger move closer, only looking up when you felt a scratch on your neck. You’d looked into his eyes with a gasp, drowning in the blueness of them until the whole world had gone dark.

You breathed in deeply through your nose, trying to keep yourself calm. Your first instinct was to shout out, but you thought better of it. You were naked and tied to a bed. The chances that there was someone else in the house other than your kidnapper was slim. Instead, you studied your surroundings.

The room was dark, with no windows and had a musty damp smell to it. So probably a basement.

Great. Limited routes for escape. The sound of a door creaking somewhere above you, and footsteps on stairs confirmed your subterranean location. You listened and realised that it was more than one set of footsteps. You couldn’t hold back a tremor of fear now – more than one captor just greatly reduced your odds of getting free.

When they came into view a bubble of hysterical laughter came up your throat.

Of course. It had all been a total set up.

Jefferson walked up to the side of the bed, hat perched jauntily on his head and a grin on his face. He trailed his beringed knuckles down the side of your cheek in a gross caress.

“Ain’t you pretty, all trussed up like this for us.” He looked over his shoulder at your erstwhile rescuer. “You done good, Nicky.”

‘Nicky’ rolled his eyes at the condescending note in Jefferson’s voice, but didn’t say anything, just leant against the wall, took a wicked looking switchblade from his pocket and proceeded to clean his fingernails with the tip.

With his attention back on you, Jefferson stroked his hands over your body, smiling when you let out a yelp when he tweaked one of your nipples.

“Let go of me,” you ground out. “Why am I here, Jefferson?”

“Feisty, I like it!” He bounced on his toes a couple of times and clapped his hands, in manic glee, before bending over you, face close to your ear. “We’ve been waiting, Sheriff Lee, Charles, Nicky and me. Waiting for our own little ray of sunshine to come brighten our days and warm our nights.” His fingers trailed down your stomach and you bucked your hips, trying to stop his descent. “Be a good girl and maybe we’ll untie you.”

Anger surged through you. “Get off me, you bastard!” Jefferson swooped his hand back up to grip your neck, and squeezed lightly.

“I don’t think you are in any position to make demands here, treasure.” He kissed you then, hard and possessive, his lips forcing yours open and thrusting his tongue inside. You considered biting him, but what would that achieve? When his hand left your neck, it went straight to your pussy, his fingers easily parting your folds and stroking surprisingly gently. He found your clit with ease and you cursed your body when it started to respond. You closed your eyes and told yourself over and over that it was just a physical reaction. Jefferson trailed his kisses down your body and you strained against your bonds. The sound of heavy footsteps nearing had you looking up again. The sheriff, Lee, approached, staring intently at you, thumbs hooked in a belt that was struggling to hold his pants up over his thick waist. His uniform shirt strained over his chest and his broad arms.

“You look as sweet as a peach pie there, darlin’. Can’t wait to try you out. But maybe, while ole’ Jeff here is getting you to sing, I’ll have a little taste.” With a meaty hand he groped at one of your breasts, mesmerised for a few seconds by how your flesh spilled out between his fingers, but then he was bending over you and sucking your breast into his mouth. This coincided with Jefferson attaching his lips to your pussy. You bit your lip, desperately trying not to give any sign of your physical enjoyment, but you knew it was a losing battle. Kidnapping bastards they maybe, but the two touching you at least knew how to please a woman.

More footsteps and you realised the other two men, Charles and Nick-Nicky-whatever, had moved closer two, watching. You could see the obvious bulges in their pants and you lost your tentative control over your body. You scrunched up your eyes, eager not to see them as they watched you cum, shaking under Jefferson and Lee, small squeaks and whimpers escaping your lips. You opened your eyes when Jefferson lifted his head, his lips glistening as he grinned at you.

“See, we’re not all bad.” His hands went to his belt, and it clanked loudly in the space as he undid it. He reached in and pulled out his cock, stroking it as he looked at you. The rings on his fingers shone under the light and you couldn’t pull your gaze away. He climbed up onto the bed, crawling over you, the disparity between your naked, vulnerable state and all of their clothed, power-wielding states was stark.

“Please. Don’t.” You whispered your plea, but Jefferson kept grinning, kept looking at you and kept moving up over your body. You closed your eyes again as he pressed his lips to your neck and thrust inside you. The air was punched from your lungs, and you gave him a silent thanks for giving you some prep. He sucked and bit at your neck as he fucked you, and you gripped the ropes tethering your arms to the bed.

“I’ve found you now, my treasure. Gonna keep you here, fuck this pussy whenever I need.” You tried to ignore his unhinged rambling and prayed he’d finish soon, because he was unfairly good at this, stimulating your body better than any previous lover. Your prayers were answered when he groaned, and you felt him cumming inside you. You turned your head to the side, staring at the wall as he clambered off you, but he gripped your chin with his hand, turning you back to face him, so he could kiss you again. He didn’t even seem to care that you weren’t reciprocating.

He finally moved away, easing down onto a chaise longue on the other side of the room, uncaring of the silent tears that ran down your cheeks. But someone else noticed.

“Don’t cry darlin’. You’ll find that it’s not so bad. We can be good to you.” Lee moved back into your field of vision, and with his thumb, swiped your tears from your cheeks, before sucking the digit into his mouth.

“I…I just don’t understand why. Why me?”

“Well, you’re the only one we could all agree on.” He climbed up on the bed, apparently his turn to undo his belt and take what he wanted. “Beautiful, smart, good with kids, a domestic goddess.” He shoved his uniform pants down and pulled his cock out of boxers. Like Jefferson, he was definitely generously endowed. “Now be a good girl.”

He pushed into you, and moaned. His large stomach pressed against yours, the buttons and material of his shirt rubbing over your skin. His mouth sloppily attached to one of your breasts again. You knew you were going to cum again, and soon, although you wished you wouldn’t.

“Now come on, baby. Don’t look so sad. Open your mouth. As Lee said, be a good girl.”

The man called Charles, the suave and handsome asshole from the bar, stood by your head, his own cock out of his well tailored pants and pointing at your mouth. The sad thing about all of this was that none of the men were ugly, or anything, at least not physically. Why they’d had to resort to this you didn’t know, although at this point you didn’t care. Your overriding thought was survival. You opened your mouth.

Charles was musky, perfumed almost, and well groomed, of which you weren’t surprised. When Charles pressed into your throat you gagged slightly, your body tensing and Lee moaned around your breast when he felt you involuntarily clench around him. Charles was making similar noises, feeling your throat constrict around his length, felt your tongue against the underside of him.

“Fuck, baby. Such a good whore for us.” Your eyes watered from Charles’ assault on your throat and the way that every thrust of Lee’s hips pushed you further onto the cock in your mouth. Charles put his hand around your throat, and groaned as he felt himself there. Lee pressed you into the bed and his body rubbed back and forth over your clit, stimulating it just right (or from your current point of view, wrong). Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train, and was equally as unwelcome.

Lee popped off your breast and threw his head back, virtually roaring as he pumped his seed into your already overflowing pussy. He’d barely finished emptying himself when he slid out of you, and shimmied down your body, holding your folds apart and watching the sticky white fluid leak out of you.

“Ain’t that a wonderful sight.”

You screwed your eyes tight again and you felt Charles increase his pace. You gagged and spluttered, and your bound hands fluttered uselessly as Charles spilled down your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow what he gave you. He tucked himself away and pushed his hair out of his eyes as he, Lee and Jefferson made their way towards the stairs that led up and out of your prison. They passed Nick on the way, bidding him good-bye. Jefferson hopped onto the bottom step but ducked back down to leer at you once again.

“Au revoir, treasure - see you again soon!”

The three men made their way upwards, the basement door closing behind them and you tracked their steps across the floor above your head.

The mattress dipped by your side and you turned to look at Nick, the only man remaining. You wished you could shrink in on yourself, but your bonds prevented it.

“Please. Please let me go. I won’t tell, I promise. I’ll go far away. I’ll…” Nick pulled his blade out of his pocket and flicked it open, making your words die in your throat. He trailed it lightly down your body and you didn’t dare breath, lest he knick you. You were surprised though when he cut through the bonds on your ankles and then leant up to cut the ones at your wrists. You sat up and rubbed at the welts that had appeared, confusion clouding your features.

“You’re…you’re letting me go?”

Nick smiled at you, dark and predatory and you realised you were wrong. You tried to launch yourself off the bed, but your muscles didn’t obey you and you were quickly grabbed and flipped onto your stomach.

“Let you go, sweetheart? Why would I want to do that? With you here, under my roof, I can have you whenever,” he tapped over your asshole with the handle of his knife, “and however I want. There’s so many things I wanna do to you.”

You scrabbled at the bed clothes and could no longer stop the sobs from escaping your body as you heard the slide of his zipper and felt his hand on the back of your neck, holding you down.

There was no escape.

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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i’ll just be sitting here for the rest of the day thinking about vampire bucky wrecking steve’s skinny ass

Trust in me

AN: And here we are, over the hump, so to celebrate have some Stucky with a side of Vampirism and Lingerie......

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @christywantspizza

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: SoftDarkVampire!Bucky x Virgin! Preserum Steve

CW: Lingerie, Vampires, Blood, Explicit Sexual Content, Corruption Kink, Possesive Bucky, people who treat Steeb horribly

Word Count: 2.7k

Steve’s head was spinning but given everything that had happened in the last few days, few would have felt different.

Was it only two days ago when he’d been sitting at home, the home he’d grown up in with his recently departed mother, when he’d been disturbed by a banging on the door? The village mayor, and a few other officials, had been standing there, looking down at him gravely, the poor sickly orphan son of Mrs Rogers.

It had been long whispered among the youth of the village about the mysterious castle over the hill, rumours of a spectre, a demon. A vampire. That if you stayed out too late, or strayed too far, then he would take you to slake his infernal hunger. But it was always a story, a way to keep the young people of the village under control.

Until it wasn’t.

It turned out that it was true, to a degree, although the main truth was that the vampire existed. And every 50 years, the mayor and town elders would pick a youth to be sent to the castle.

An offering.

A sacrifice.

It was apparently, according to the mayor, a gut-wrenching choice, and one that was hard to make, but Steve didn’t believe him. Even he knew he was the obvious candidate. No one would miss him; he had no parents, no siblings, no lover. His small, skinny stature meant that he couldn’t carry out the jobs that the other men of the village did, reduced to carrying out ‘women’s work’. He had few friends and no social standing.

Steve had been holding onto the hope that once the immense grief of his mother’s death had passed, he would grow to find contentment in his life, even if he never achieved the great happiness spoken about in fairy stories or shown by his peers, as they partnered off and began their own families. But it stood to reason that was never going to happen. Why would it? Nothing in his life so far suggested a happy ending.

The mayor explained that there wasn’t really any choice, unless Steve wished to selfishly bring ruin to the rest of the village. He could come of his own free will, like those who had been chosen before him, or they would bind him and take him.

With a barking laugh of derision, Steve had stood and left his home, locking the door and passing the key to the mayor. Soon, another family would live where he and his mother had lived and he hoped that the wife would be glad for his mother’s pans and crockery that were being left behind.

The only thing he took was the coverlet that his mother had tirelessly embroidered. If he were to die, he would like to be surrounded by her love and care in his final moments.

He’d spent the night in the church, where the clerics sprinkled him with holy water and commended his soul to God and the ever-after, chanting prayer after prayer over his small form.

The following afternoon, a few hours before sunset, he was put up into a wagon, and the stoic driver, who refused to say a word to him, steered the oxen up the rocky track and over the brow of the hill to where the castle lay. As soon as he’d alighted, the driver had turned and started straight back, and Steve had approached the imposing doors as the sun removed its final sliver from the sky.

Steve had lifted his hand to the large iron knocker, hesitating momentarily, before gulping down his fear and banging the ring against the solid wooden door. It had swung open with an ominous creak, but there was no one on the other side. Steve had then taken a trembling step over the threshold, and then another, into a cavernous entrance hall, noting the stone slabs on the floor, the old wooden sideboards against the stone walls and the massive candelabras placed upon them. He’d jumped when the door swung shut with an ominous boom, cradling the folded coverlet in his arms.

“Hello?” His voice had echoed off the walls, but otherwise there was silence. Moving carefully over to one of the sideboards, Steve had picked up one of the candelabras and moved towards the large staircase in the centre of the entrance hallway. Ornately carved bannisters curved upwards, bracketing the red carpeted treads and he couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship of it all. He had just been about to take his first step up when he’d heard a noise behind him, like the flapping of wings, or the swishing of a cape.

Turning sharply on his heel he’d been confronted by a pair of eyes, flashing red as blood and it all faded to black.

So yes, Steve was dizzy as he blinked opened his eyes, and sat up. He was lying on a plush bed, on top of the counterpane, but with his own coverlet over his legs.

“Careful now. You fainted, my little one. You have not been taking care of yourself.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as he turned towards the deep voice and finally saw him.

The vampire.

To say that the vampire looked like a normal man would do him a great disservice. There was nothing normal about him, only the extraordinary.

Although he was sitting in the armchair next to the bed that Steve found himself lying upon, Steve could tell that he was a tall man. His skin was pale, his eyes a light blue, like the sky in winter on a clear day, but his hair was dark. It was also long for a man, skimming his shoulders.

His cheekbones were prominent, but not because he was gaunt, his nose was strong, lips plump and pink, and he had a cleft in his chin.

“You’re beautiful…”

Steve clamped his hands over his mouth as he realised he‘d spoken out loud.

The vampire smiled and Steve caught a glimpse of one sharp fan. Panic and embarrassment warred within him, both emotions rising when the man shifted, almost glided, out of his seat to sit on the edge of the bed, terrifyingly close.

“Are you going to kill me now?” Steve’s voice was a whisper.

“Of course not.” There was an almost soft, tender look on the vampire’s face and he reached out to smooth a stray lock of sandy blonde hair off Steve’s forehead. “I am James. What is your name?”

“St-Steve.”

The vampire James looked him up and down, trailing a hand down Steve’s cheek and to his skinny shoulder, rubbing his thumb into the dip in Steve’s clavicle.

“Look at me, Steve.” The trembling young man looked up, looked into those ice blue eyes, saw them flash red, and found he couldn’t look away.

“Good, good. Just relax. I won’t bite, unless you’re into that sort of thing.” His lips twitched at his own little joke. “Now, tell me Steve, what have you always wanted from your life.”

Steve didn’t know why, but James’ voice was soothing. He could feel the panic subsiding. He felt safe and able to let out his desires for the first time in his life.

“I… I… want to be loved. Not…not just the love a parent feels for a child. I had the best mother and she cared for me so much. But no one else wanted me as I am. I wanted to feel wanted, loved.” Steve’s lips twisted up into a wry smile. “I wanted to feel pretty.”

“They were all fools.” James looked angry, but Steve wasn’t afraid. He knew, somehow, it wasn’t directed at him. “Fools not to see the treasure beneath their noses. Casting you out for their own convenience, and for their own fears and superstitions.”

James’ trailed his hand back up, resting on Steve’s throat and stroking over his pulse point. “You said that you thought I was beautiful, Steve, but it is you who are. You who came here without fear, without a backwards glance, to save those who would never think of saving you. You are safe here, my angel. And you are desired.”

His eyes flashed red again.

“Now, sleep, sweet Stevie. Sleep.”

Steve closed his eyes, and this time when the blackness came it was with peace instead of fear.

It was his stomach rumbling that caused Steve to wake a second time. He was under the covers of the bed this time, but he wasn’t overly warm. He yawned and stretched, feeling more rested and relaxed than he ever remembered. He pushed back the covers and swung his legs out and that’s when he realised. Realised that his clothes were gone and in their place were different clothes.

If they could be called that.

There was no way these were clothes you could go outside in. Soft confections of lace and silk adorned Steve’s body, the light fabric sliding over his skin and making him feel…feel different.

He looked up as the door opened and James walked through. He smiled broadly when he saw Steve awake and on his feet, and in his hands he carried a tray.

“I have brought you some food, Steve. It isn’t the most exciting of fare,I have little use for normal foodstuffs, as I’m sure you can guess. But, I can’t have you getting sick.”

James placed the tray on the small table on the other side of the room, and then pulled out a chair.

“Please. Sit, Steve. I assure you, I mean you no harm.”

Feeling a bit awkward, Steve walked across to the table, feeling the plush rug under his toes, softer than nearly anything else he’d felt in his life, and sat down. James tucked him in, and then sat down in the opposite chair, watching him. Steve sipped at the water and tucked into the food, a simple platter of bread, cheese and sliced apple, but ironically, food he was used to. The silence stretched between them until Steve couldn’t bear it any longer.

“What are you going to do to me?”

James cocked his head.

“Nothing bad, I assure you. Do you know how long it has been since I’ve had good company? The last… visitor… from your village, it was a while ago. And she wasn’t as pleasing to the eye and mind as you are.”

Steve tried not to think about what had happened to that woman. She obviously wasn’t still here…

“So… if nothing bad, then what? You’ll forgive me for being nervous, given who, what you are, and why I am here.”

A deep chuckle, thick as syrup, spilled from James’ lips.

“I like how you don’t hold back, Steve.” James nodded down at the empty plate. “Are you finished? Do you need more?”

“No, no. It’s fine. More than fine.”

“Good.”

In the blink of an eye, Steve found himself out of his chair and pushed up against the wall, pinned there by James’ larger body.

“You are here, my angel, because I wish you to be. If I had merely wished to slake my physical hunger I can assure you that you would have expired in my hallway. But I find myself intrigued. You may be small in stature, but you are more than just your body. You came, clutching a blanket, one made with love, by your mother, I guess. You didn’t shrink or simper, nor did you cloak yourself with false bravado.”

James dipped his head to Steve’s neck and inhaled, rubbing his nose and then his cheek over the pulse in Steve’s throat.

“I want to keep you. I want to give you things. Nice things.”

His hands, cool and firm, stroked down the satin covering Steve’s body.

“Things like this. Things that help you see how beautiful you are. And do you know what else I would give you, Steve?” James lifted his head and looked straight into Steve’s eyes. Steve shook his head, unsure of how to answer, and in any case all words had left his brain as he struggled with the new feelings he had rushing through his veins. And rushing south.

“I would give you pleasure, my Stevie. I would make you feel more alive than you ever have. And yes, I would take what I needed too, but I can do that without killing you. Without irreparably harming you. So that we could both experience bliss over and over.”

James shifted his body and Steve could feel the vampire’s erection, rubbing against his own, where it was encased in more lace. Then James moved his mouth closer to Steve’s ear, and in a low voice asked, “Would you like that, Steve?”

Steve moaned. He’d never felt desire like this. No one had ever spoken to him like this, touched him.

“Please…” He knew he was damned from that moment, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care. Better to be damned and loved, even if only for a short time.

With another rush of inhuman speed James had Steve back on the bed, the outer layers of satin discarded so that Steve was only clad in a short lace top and matching underwear. He should have felt cold, but the heat of his own blood coursing through him kept him warm. James had also discarded his waistcoat, cravat and shirt, and his pale skin shone in the firelight of the room. He loomed over Steve, hair loose, fangs peeking out, and looking like the personification of lust.

“Would you grant me the gift of your body, my angel?”

“Yes!” Steve’s voice may have been a whisper, but it no longer trembled.

With a sigh, James kissed him, his lips soft, but cool. Steve could help but wind his arms around James’s neck. This was his first kiss, and while it was very different to what he’d imagined, he couldn’t, wouldn’t, regret it. He couldn’t stop his body responding, and rolled his slim hips up against James’, small breathy moans passing from his lips to his lover’s. James’ hands were all over him, touching him in new and delightful ways. He felt bereft when James broke their kiss, but was then plunged back into this new world of pleasure as the vampire travelled down his virgin body, licking over the pulsing vein in his neck, sucking gently on it, lightly scraping with his sharp teeth.

The coverlet of the bed was twisted in Steve’s fist, having not known what to do with his arms when James slipped out of his embrace. James nuzzled into the dip by Steve’s hip, a hair’s breadth away from his straining cock.

“You smell so sweet, Stevie. I bet you’ll taste just as delightful.” He pressed his open mouth over the lace making his way across to where the fabric was tented the most and damp with pre-cum. He looked up and caught Steve’s gaze, before he sucked on the fabric. Steve cried out, arching off the bed, almost entirely overwhelmed by sensation.

“Mmmm, just as I thought.” James chuckled as he pulled down the sodden underwear and then took Steve’s cock in his hand. He started to stroke it, while kissing Steve’s milky inner thighs, and licking at his balls.

Steve had never felt anything like it. He’d touched himself before, but this, this was something new. The touch, the caress, of someone else, someone so magnetic and dangerous.

“James… I…!”

“Shhh, my angel. Don’t think, just feel. Trust me.”

James ran his tongue up Steve’s length, flicking it over the tip and then taking it into his mouth.

“Oh. Oh!” Steve screwed his eyes shut, trying to reduce the overstimulation. “James. James! I…”

James removed Steve’s cock from his mouth, going back to stroking it and resuming his kissing and nuzzling of Steve’s thigh. He twisted his hand slightly on the up stroke, increasing the pressure, then, as Steve’s body went rigid, James sank his teeth into the soft skin.

Steve felt as though stars were exploding behind his eyes, the world spinning out of control. Pleasure sizzled through his blood and it felt as though it was never ending. He glanced down at where James was latched onto one of his thighs and saw blood red eyes looking back at him.

Yes he was damned, but he’d never regret it.

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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late, this is absolutely delicious. as always

but i’m dyingggggg to know more about the exchange that happened between peter and strange that led up to this situation

dyinnngggggggh

It's all about experience

AN: And we're about 2/3 of the way through. This is my first time writing for Stephen Strange so I hope that you enjoy. As always when I include Peter, he's aged up.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairings: Switch!Reader x Subby!Peter Parker. Switch!Reader x Dom!Stephen Strange

CW: Cuckolding and Age difference, Explicit sexual content, Smidge degradation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Dirty talk, aged-up Peter Parker, mild Dom/Sub dynamics, mentions of non-monogamy as a valid relationship choice.

Word count: 3.4k

You knew something was up with Peter when he arrived at your dorm. He was acting more anxious and jumpy than usual. It was only after a few drinks and some heavy petting instigated by you, that your genius boyfriend let you know what was on his mind. Between gasps and moans, as you ground down on his lap and tugged on his hair, he finally let his fantasy spill from his lips.

“I want to see you get fucked by another man. An older man. I want to be told you need him cos I’m not good enough.”

A cuckolding kink; not what you were expecting from your angelic looking boyfriend (not to say he was purely vanilla, but still), but it made the rest of your evening even hotter than usual as he fucked into you with abandon as you whispered dirty thoughts in his ear about how this mystery man would fuck you so good, as Peter could only watch…

You forgot about it for a week or so, brushing it off as just a fantasy, a moment between the two of you, until Peter brought it up again.

“I was… wondering… would you do it?”

You pottered around your kitchen, glad your dorm mates were out.

“Do what, Petey-baby?”

“You know… be with an older man. While I watched.”

You stopped in the middle of sorting out the spice cupboard and turned to him. Although you two were currently in a monogamous relationship, it was more out of convention and lack of discussion than any aversion to non-monogamy.

“I haven’t ever really thought about it. Are you saying it’s something you’d be okay with? That you wouldn’t be jealous?”

“I wouldn’t be jealous at all.” He walked over, cupping your face with his hands and pressing his forehead against yours. “It would be hot.”

“Anyone in mind for this fantasy of yours?” You pressed kisses over his jaw, revelling in his little sighs.

“Not really… I mean, one guy springs to mind, but I don’t know if he’d do it and whether you’d…you know…find him attractive.”

Your hands snaked up his t-shirt, and you started to tweak his nipples as you nibbled his lower lip. He rubbed his hips up against you, and you could clearly feel his erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

“Tell me, baby. Who do you wanna see fuck me? Who is it you think is going to fuck me better than you? Make me scream? Who has the skill to show me just how pathetic a lover you are?”

“Dr. Strange! Stephen!”

Peter shuddered in your hold as he whined out the name. His head dropped to your shoulder as your hands slid down his body. You smiled to yourself when you realised your sweet boyfriend had cum in his pants…

Extracting yourself from his embrace, you hopped up on the counter, spreading your thighs, pulling your underwear to the side and guiding Peter to where you needed him. As he ate you with abandon, you detailed to him all the ways you’d scream on Stephen’s cock. Peter came again into his hand as you came into his mouth.

A week later, Friday afternoon, you received a text from an unknown number.

Be ready for me, darling girl. 8pm. I’ll collect you. SS

A shiver ran down your spine and straight into your panties. Were you really going to do this? You couldn’t deny the thought was intensely arousing. Dr. Strange- Stephen- was a very attractive man. And it wasn’t just his physical attributes. You’d met him a few times when he’d popped in via portal to chat to Peter about the odd thing. His general aura of competence, and smugness, borne of the fact he knew he was far above you, nearly everyone in fact, intellectually.

With Peter, you were the more experienced, normally the ‘aggressor’ in your shared bedroom antics. You knew that wouldn’t be the case with Stephen; he’d be totally in charge, and you found the idea titillating. Would you be able to submit to him? Probably. You shivered again before heading to your bathroom to prepare for your evening.

7.55pm

You paced back and forth in your living room, waiting for your doorbell. You smoothed down your black skirt and straightened the back seam on your stocking, trying to tamp down your nerves. Such was your heightened state that it took you a moment to notice the yellow-gold sparks and put two and two together. Or course he wasn’t going to pick you up in a car. The sparks turned in a circle, which grew in size until it was fully formed.

Stephen stood on the other side, full sorcerer regalia, including his sentient cape, holding his hand with his long tapered fingers towards you. You placed your hand in his and stepped over the portal threshold.

You looked around at the interior of the Sanctum Santorum, the grand staircase, the wall hangings, and large stained glass windows.

“Welcome, darling, to my humble abode.” Stephen’s lips twitched up in a small smirk and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks, at the same time trying to suppress the urge to giggle. That was not you!

He hooked your arm into the crook of his as he led you up the staircase and through the maze of corridors. The lights burned low in their embrasures, casting shadows as you walked. It should have been eerie, but it actually felt intimate.

“So, sweet one, tell me - are you fully onboard with this idea of the Spider-child?”

“Doctor…” He interrupted you with a raised hand.

“Please, call me Stephen.”

“Stephen, then. He’s not a child; he’s 25.” Stephen made a dismissive sound.

“As I said, a mere child.” You raised your eyebrow at him, challengingly

“I’m not that different in age.”

“Ah, but you have always struck me, in our interactions so far at least, as someone mature beyond their years.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment.

“Well, to answer your question, I am on board with it. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”

He paused outside of a pair of double doors, letting go of your arm to open the door and usher you through.

“A feisty little thing, aren’t you? Well, you can change your mind at any time. Just say…..let’s see…” He tapped his index finger against his lips. “Just say ‘webspinner’.”

You couldn’t hold back your giggle this time as you walked into the Doctor’s chambers.

A large, four-poster bed was central in the room, dark red curtains tied back. And there, in the corner, in an armchair was Peter. His arms lay on top of those of the chair, hands gripping the ends in anticipation. His eyes met with yours, and he shot you a small smile before your focus was pulled back to Stephen by his hand on your chin.

“Eyes on me, darling girl. Ignore him now. He’s insignificant, and I’m going to prove it to you.”

His hand slid up to cup your face, and you could feel the spiderweb-like scars on it. His thumb brushed over your cheek and you looked up into his ice-blue eyes. They were hypnotising. Your own hand raised up and brushed over the greying hair at his temples.

“You are a very handsome man, Stephen.”

“And you are a very beautiful, very alluring young lady.”

“Shut up and kiss me already.” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper but laden with desire.

He smiled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, gentle at first, but as you wound your arms around his neck, he kissed you harder. His free hand slid around your waist, drawing you closer. His beard and moustache tickled your face, a strange and unfamiliar feeling.

You didn’t know if it was just him or because of the whole situation, but your arousal built quickly, with you kissing him back just as ferociously as he was kissing you. You didn’t notice that he was moving the pair of you until he suddenly sat down on the edge of his bed, drawing you down with him to straddle his lap. Your short skirt rode up, exposing the top of your stockings, and you heard moans in stereo; from Peter in the corner where he had a view of your skirt fabric tightening across the ample globes of your ass, and from Stephen when he caught sight of the strip of flesh bared between the stocking tops and you rucked up skirt.

“Like what you see?” You whispered against his mouth, drawing his lower lip between your teeth and giving it a slight nip. His hands ran up your back, caressing you through the thin material of your top, and he chuckled.

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

You ground lightly on his lap and tilted your head to the side coquettishly.

“And do you like a naughty girl, Stephen?”

“Mmm, very much indeed.”

He rolled the pair of you then so that you were flat on your back on his opulent bed, his slim hips situated between your thighs, your skirt now doing duty as a belt. Stephen ran his hands up and down your legs, feeling the silkiness of your stockings and the softness of your skin before they inched up to take hold of your skirt and peel it down your body. He discarded it somewhere over his shoulder theatrically, and you giggled.

He pushed your top up slightly to bare your soft navel and pressed his face into it, his lips kissing gently nipping. He made his way upwards, pushing at the fabric as he went, until you grasped it yourself and tore it over your head, throwing it away with the same abandon he’d shown your skirt.

“Does Peter ever make you feel this way, darling girl? Like a work of art ready to be worshipped?

“No…”

“He makes you do all the work, I bet. Waiting on you to tell him where to touch…” His hands skimmed over your lace-covered breasts. “Where to kiss…” He sucked one pebbled nipple into his mouth through the fabric, and you gasped at the sensation. “But don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. Just leave it all to me, sweet girl.”

His mouth returned to your breast, his hand cupping your panty-covered mound, applying just a small amount of pressure. He teased you like that for what felt like an age, moving back and forth between your breasts until your chest was heaving and his hair was a mess from where you’d been tugging on it.

You tried to sit up, but he gently pushed you back down.

“Relax…”

Staring up at him, you watched as he carefully divested himself of his clothing. First the cloak, which flew off to another corner of the room as doom as Stephen snapped open the clasp. Next was his blue leather top, which he pulled off over his head.

You were biting your lower lip as he undid his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. His body was lean and toned. Dark hair dusted his chest before coming together in a thicker line that led down into his straining underwear. Your eyes widened slightly. Fuck!

Kicking his pants away, he crawled back over you. Your hands roamed over his chest and his arms, tracing his other battle scars. He may be powerful, but he didn’t heal like Peter, despite the magic he wielded. But there was definitely something alluring about a body that had experienced life, that had lost some of its smoothness and softness.

“Are you ready to continue, darling?”

His lips trailed across your collarbone, intermittently sucking harshly before laving the spot with his tongue.

“Please!”

Stephen drew the straps of your bra down your arms with a gentle touch before one hand snuck behind your back to undo the clasp. Then, just as carefully, he peeled your panties down, leaving you clad only in your stockings and heels.

With his head level with your sex, he smiled before blowing gently over the sensitive skin. You shuddered and let out a moan.

“Just think, dear one. I’ve barely started with you, but I’m guessing it would be all over with Peter by now. Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on…”

Without taking his eyes off you, he leant forwards, nuzzling his way between your folds before licking a stripe up you. You groaned deep in your throat, your back arching as you surrendered to the pleasure. Your hands tangled in the coverlet of the large bed, red and gold fibres twisting under your assault.

You’d admit you’d been sceptical about how different sex with Stephen would be - it wasn’t as though Peter didn’t know what he was doing or couldn’t take instruction, but what you were experiencing now, this was the touch of experience. He teased you, touched you, gently. He was carefully and fully learning you, learning what you liked and what you didn’t, without any input from you other than the trembling of your thighs and the soft needy sounds falling from your lips. He traced you and tasted you, building you up slowly. His hands, that helped him channel such power, caressed the skin of your inner thighs, every so often brushing against the edges of your folds.

Your orgasm crept up on you, building and building gently and easily until it washed over you like a summer breeze, carrying you high as you cried out and then swaying back down to the here and now.

“Oh, fuck!”

You stared up at the swags of fabric covering the top of the bed, sucking in deep breaths. Stephen moved over you again, and you pulled his face to yours, kissing him deeply and moaning as you tasted him on your lips.

“More, darling girl?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Stephen. Please!”

His cock brushed up against your thigh, and you reached down between you to clasp it in your hand, feel its length, girth and weight, and you moaned as you thought about how it would feel inside you. You stroked it, teasing a pearl of pre-cum out of the tip and smearing it over his head.

“Then come here…” His arms wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you up onto his lap. He was sitting back on the edge of the bed, but this time you were facing the other way around, your back to Stephen’s front, his cock wedged up between you. As you looked forwards from your perch, your eyes met Peters. He was staring at you, lust clearly etched over his face, his arousal evident. Stephen’s arms wrapped around you, one caressing your breast and teasing the nipple back to a point, and the other pushed your thighs apart, baring your glistening pussy to your boyfriend. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder, and the sorcerer whispered into your ear.

“Ride me, dear one. Take my cock, slide it into this pretty pussy of yours and take what you want. Show your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend how a real man can please a woman.”

Peter whined, and you sighed as you rolled your hips, rubbing your clit up against Stephen’s fingers.

“Come on, sweetheart…” He was almost purring, and when he nipped your earlobe you squeaked. Planting your feet on the floor and one hand on his knees, you raised yourself up, reaching between your thighs for his length. You swirled his tip around your folds, mixing his juices with yours. The hand on your breast moved up your body, resting lightly around your neck.

“Stop teasing…” His fingers pressed, slightly making you gasp.

You sank down.

“Oh God!” Your eyes rolled back into your head as Stephen filled you. How could one cock feel so different from another? Peering out from under your eyelids, you saw that Peter had leaned forwards, eyes trained on where you were being stretched wide.

You made a tentative movement, lifting up slightly and then sinking back down, taking more of Stephen’s cock inside you. He hissed in your ear, and although you couldn’t see his face, you imagined that he was struggling with the sensations as well.

“How does it feel, darling girl? How does it feel to be fucking an older man while your boyfriend watches?”

“Good. So very good.” Your breath hitched as you moved again, riding Stephen harder, faster.

“Tell me. Tell me how I’m making you feel.” His lips and facial hair tickled your neck as he kissed you, returning to pluck and pinch at your nipples as your breasts bounced and to swirl the fingers of his other hand around your clit.

“I…I feel so full. And– and so sensual. Desirable.” You sucked in a stuttered breath as you moved up and down. “I like that he’s watching me. Seeing how another man wants me. Can please me. It feels amazing. Oh!”

Your second orgasm was fast approaching, and you knew it wouldn’t be as gentle as your first. Stephen’s cock was brushing over that sweet spot inside you, and the sheer eroticism of what you were doing was setting you aflame.

“Fuck! Stephen! Keep touching me, please. Oh God! Gonna cum. Gonna…”

Your body tensed as pleasure ripped through you like lightning, and you screamed. Without warning, Stephen rolled you both again so you were on all fours on the bed, and he was standing on the floor behind you. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the supple flesh, and he started to fuck into you with abandon.

“Could he do this? Could that pathetic boy bring you this much pleasure? You need a man to slake your appetites, keep you satisfied. Maybe I’ll keep you? Turn you into my cumslut to fuck whenever I feel the urge. Take pictures of your beautiful face in the throws of ecstasy and send them to Peter?”

His words were a litany of filth, painting an erotic image in your brain of you lying fucked out and sated within these very sheets.

You came again, an explosive pleasure that stole the breath from your lungs. You felt wetness between your legs, and you realised you’d squirted for the first time.

“Yes!” Stephen growled in your ear before he was groaning out his own pleasure, pumping you full of his cum, bearing you down to lie flat on the bed as he continued to thrust into your pussy. You were aware of a small cry from the other side of the room, one that signalled Peter reaching his own orgasm as he watched the pair of you.

For the next few minutes, the only sound in the room was that of three sets of lungs breathing heavily. Your eyes were closed, and you were warm from where Stephen lay half on top of you. When you heard a strange flapping noise you opened one eye to see the cloak hovering in front of you bearing a damp washcloth. You smiled and took the proffered item, feeling a bit silly when you muttered a quick ‘thanks’ under your breath.

Sitting up to clean yourself off, you started to feel slightly self-conscious. What was the etiquette now? Stephen shifted behind you, dropped a soft kiss to your shoulder and slipped off the bed, pottering around the room, out of your peripheral vision. Peter appeared in front of you, crouching down by the side of the bed.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m fine, Peter. It was…good. I hope that’s okay with you?”

He grinned at you, his boyish features alight.

“More than okay. I can’t wait to get you home.” You chuckled at his enthusiasm. You were sure that he was still half-hard inside his damp jeans.

“Calm it, you crazy kids.” Stephen was dressed now, or at least partially, and the cloak had your clothes gathered up, depositing them into your grasp. “Let’s get you two home.”

He started to move his hand in a circle, opening a portal from his room directly into yours. When it was stable he took your hand in his and dropped a small kiss to your knuckles.

“I had a wonderful time, darling girl. If the pair of you ever want to repeat this, I would be more than happy to oblige.” You felt the heat spreading up your throat and across your cheeks at his statement. “Oh, and Peter - treat this young lady right. I haven’t decided if I was entirely joking when I talked about stealing her from you.”

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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this isn’t really my ship, late, but this was goooood. i think it’s a testament to what a fantastic writer you are, honestly

joaquín had me cackling tho 😂

Sex outside the bedroom - Bucky Barnes Bingo U3

AN: A bit of a two for one for me today, as this ticks off a Kinktober fill and @buckybarnesbingo fill. Enjoy some horny SamBucky.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson

CW: Leather kink, Frotting, Clothed Sex, post-mission Plane sex, needy Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes dirty talk, Joaquín is done with this shit.

Word count: 1k

That jacket.

That damn jacket.

With its stupid single sleeve, and it’s figure hugging tightness.

The way the leather was soft and supple from wear, and smelt uniquely of Bucky.

The way that when Bucky donned it, he changed. Stopped being Bucky and started being Sgt Barnes.

Gruff. Commanding. So goddamn hot!

It really wasn’t fair, thought Sam.

He wanted to hate the damn thing, but he didn’t. Couldn’t. Because it made Bucky even more irresistible than normal.

Case in point, they’d just finished a mission. Joaquín was in the cockpit of the jet, piloting them home, and despite his sternest pep talk to himself, Sam hadn’t been able to make more than 5 mins after take off before striding over to where Bucky was sitting, mentally and physically recovering from their fight, and straddling his lap and kissing the grumpy off his face.

It was definitely the fault of the damn leather jacket, and not the adrenaline coursing through his body. Nor the near constant state of arousal that Bucky kept Sam in just by existing. With his eminently strokable chestnut hair, that was just long enough to tug on. With his crystal clear blue eyes that always reminded Sam of their home together in Louisiana. With his pink and pouty lips that just begged to be kissed, over and over…

“Woah, Sammy! You okay?”

“Wha?”

Sam was dazed when Bucky broke the kiss, far sooner than Sam had anticipated.

“I appreciate a good make-out session as much as the next guy, but just checking in.”

Sam’s eyes flashed, dark with desire and buried his head into the crook of Bucky’s neck, smelling him, smelling the leather of his jacket.

“Shut up, Barnes. I’m enjoying myself.”

Sam felt, as well as heard, Bucky’s rumbling chuckle. He also felt Bucky spreading his legs a bit more as he relaxed against the bench in the jet, which had the effect of making Sam’s body press harder up against him, their groins rubbing together through their tactical gear.

Sam moaned at the delicious friction. He’d stop in a minute. Honest.

He just needed to feel. Needed to be connected to Bucky, in this moment.

When Bucky brought his hands down to grasp Sam’s ass through his suit, he moaned again, trailing his mouth back up Bucky’s neck, to rejoin their lips.

“It’s not fair, you know,” Sam muttered between kisses.

“What’s not fair?”

“How disgustingly attractive you are. Don’t you know what you’re doing to me?” Bucky chuckled again and Sam bit at his lover’s lower lip. Bucky retaliated by pulling Sam’s hips harder against his own and grinding up against him.

“You love it, Sammy.”

Sam’s fingers tightened on the lapels of the gasoline blue leather, and he started to rock his hips in earnest. What had started out as an instinctive need for physical contact, post mission, had bloomed into something more. Something hotter. Needier. He knew it should wait until they got back; when they could shower and be alone and be naked. He told himself he’d stop in a minute. That he’d act more like the adult he was than the teenager he was feeling like.

“Love when you’re all needy, Sammy…”

Sam groaned when Bucky moved to his neck, sucking on the exposed flesh and sending a dart of electricity straight to his cock.

“When you can’t even think clearly cos you just want it…” Bucky stirred Sam’s hips in a circle, and Sam’s eyes rolled back.

“You can’t even wait for half an hour can you, baby? You’re making me feel hot too. Feel how hard I am for you…”

Sam knew he was a goner now. Bucky’s dirty talk was A-class. The way his voice was a partial growl. The first time he’d used it on Sam, he’d sworn his brain had stopped functioning and fully understood why Bucky had had his reputation as a lady-killer back in the day. He, they, should be more circumspect. They were superheroes, goddammit, but all that existed right now was the feelings and the heat between them.

One day they’d get in trouble - Sam just knew it - get caught in flagrante. To be honest, they’d had a couple of near misses at galas, where one of them, okay normally him, pulled the other into a bathroom or supply closet and did things that would really tank their PR profile - at least with certain demographics. Part of Sam wanted him to be ashamed of his behaviour, but another part, and the part that was currently shouting the loudest, said ‘Fuck it!’ As long as they weren’t going at it, in front of kids, everyone could just do one.

“That’s it, Captain. Ride me, sweetheart. Make yourself feel good. Such a dirty boy for me.” Bucky nipped at Sam’s jaw, dragging a desperate whine from him. What was it about Bucky that made him feel this way? So uninhibited, a slave to his desire and lust. The man was a certified devil with the face of an angel.

Sam was panting hard, gulping in air. He felt dizzy and warm, an entirely familiar pressure in his abdomen, a tightening in his balls.

“Bucky! I…”

“Shhh. It’s okay. Make a mess for me. Be my beautiful, filthy boy.”

It should have been embarrassing, cumming inside his suit, after rocking back and forth on Bucky’s lap, but Sam couldn’t find it in himself to care. There was just Bucky and the pleasure Sam was feeling. He let out a shout of ecstasy, certain that if Bucky weren’t wearing his leather jacket, he would have torn the fabric to shreds where he was holding on.

Sam drifted back down slowly, his head buried back in Bucky’s neck, the man in question running a soothing, cool hand up and down Sam’s lower back, under where the wing pack sat, still attached to Sam’s shoulders.

“Better, Sammy?”

Sam opened his eyes, sat back up and raised an eyebrow.

“Apart from the congealing cum in my suit, that’s going to be a bitch to clean?”

“Hey, you started it! Not my fault I could control myself.”

Sam looked down towards Bucky’s still tented trousers and licked his lips.

“Need some help with that, Sergeant?”

Bucky grinned back, but they were interrupted by the crackle of the intercom.

“If you two have stopped soiling the inside of my plane, I’d like to let you know we’ll be wheels down in five.”

Sam burst out laughing at the disgusted note audible in Joaquín’s voice.

That damn leather jacket…

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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*pounds fists on table* GIVE HIM THE PHONE NUMBER

Very, very frightening

AN: And I made it! Down to the wire, but it's done. Kinktober 2022, you've been a blast (even if tags didn't work for most of it!)

We're finishing today with a return to Sex Worker Thor, from Thunderbolts and Lightening.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Sex Worker Thor x Reader

CW: Electroplay, Safe word usage, Explicit sexual content, Safe sex, Feelings and Angst

Word Count: 1.8k

You shouldn’t be this nervous. Wasn’t the second time supposed to be easier?

The reds and golds of the room were familiar, and as your hand brushed over the coverlet on the large bed, images from your previous time in this room played across your brain. You were so caught up in your memories that you didn’t notice the door open, didn’t notice his appearance until he was right behind you and he spoke into your ear.

“Good to see you again, little mouse.”

You jumped, shrieked, and spun around. Thor caught your upper arms with his hands, steadying you and chuckled.

“Still a nervous little thing, I see. But you have returned, as you said you would. I am glad. I have lots to show you.”

He slid his hands down to clasp your much smaller ones and turned you both, so he could sit on the edge of the mattress and draw you to stand between his broad thighs.

“And what would you like to do today then? I bet you have been researching.”

You nibbled your bottom lip and looked down at your feet. This was stupid. You didn’t need to feel embarrassed; this was his job. He leant forwards and peered up at you.

“Don’t be shy, now.”

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I’m interested in the claws and the um.. internal… um… probes.” He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” He drew you down to perch on one of his thighs, his hand splayed behind your back, supporting you, as his other pressed gently on your chin, turning your face towards his. “But before we get to all that, mouse…”

His lips captured yours sweetly and oh so masterfully. You granted him entry almost straight away, eager to feel him anyway you could. His fingers made quick work of the buttons on your top, the light fabric floating down to the ground within moments. Your skirt followed quickly, and he eased you down to the bed, pressing kisses to your heated skin.

Just like last time, he pulled away with a smile, discarded his tunic top and tied his hair up out of the way. With a broad smile, he made his way over to his toy cabinet.

You writhed on the bed, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead as your body was tortured, inside and out, by the pleasurable electric stings. Pressed deep inside you was an e-stim dildo, the stimulation coming in waves, causing you to clench down on it. On your skin however, were multiple points of sensation. Thor had the violet wand strapped to his thigh, the electrode pad against his skin, and four metal talons on his right hand. He lightly scratched them down your skin, sometimes one at a time, sometimes all together, or in any combination thereof.

You had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been 10 minutes. It could have been 10 hours. You were babbling, almost incoherently, your breath leaving your chest in ragged bursts. You were enjoying it, but yet, something didn’t feel quite right. Another jolt ran through the dildo and you winced. It was inevitable that Thor would notice.

His taloned fingers left your skin, and a moment later, the hum of the violet wand ceased.

“Are you alright, mouse?”

“I… um…” Another jolt and you were decided. “Enough! I don’t like it, I…”

In an instant the dildo switched off, and Thor was gently pulling it from your body. He lay down next to you and pulled you to his body, his hand sweeping up and down your back, soothing you.

“Talk to me, little one. What was it that you didn’t like?”

“The… umm… talons were nice. I liked them. But it was the… erm… you know…”

He chuckled at your vagueness.

“The dildo, mouse. You didn’t like the dildo. Do you think you can tell me why? What was it about it that you didn’t like?”

You took a few moments to really think about it, trying to work it out yourself. Thor let you have the time, just humming low in his throat while he stroked your naked body, making you feel safe.

“I think I worked it out, but you’re gonna think I’m silly.”

He tilted your chin up, so he could look at you properly.

“Little one, in matters such as these, I would never think so. It is important that everyone involved is comfortable with what is happening. You didn’t like it, so you safe-worded and that was exactly the right thing to do.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Now, tell me, so I know what not to do, should we meet again.”

You gulped, feeling shy, worried he would take this the wrong way.

“It was… umm… because… it wasn’t you. I know you were controlling it, but it wasn’t the same as the wand last time, and the talon this time. With those, I felt that it was your touch on my skin, making me tingle. The dildo just felt wrong. Do you understand what I mean?”

His lips twitched up in wry amusement.

“You, little mouse, are a boost to the ego. Now, the important question; are you done for today?”

You didn’t need to think this time.

“No. If it’s okay by you, could we continue, just without the dildo?”

“Whatever you wish.” He captures your lips again, washing away the uncertainty with the force of his presence. When the crackling of the wand started up, again you whimpered into his mouth, feeling the tingle pass from his lips to yours. When he broke the kiss, it was so he could resume using the talons, drawing patterns on your skin, and drawing moans from your lips. Every so often, his other hand brushed over you, adding a different, softer sensation on another part of your body. You felt your arousal grow again, and you wanted more. You wanted… him. No, you needed him. Needed him to fuck you.

“Thor!”

He stopped, pulled his hands away and the crackling died.

“Yes? Do you need to stop?”

You lifted your hands to his face, pulling him back down to you as you whispered against his mouth.

“I need you.”

He gathered you to him, his corded arms wrapping around your body, holding you close. You could feel his cock, hard and heavy under his harem pants, and you found yourself grinding over him. He shucked the talons, the wand, and all its accoutrements, all the while still stealing the breath from your body. He had to finally pull away to remove his pants, and you couldn’t help the whimper you let out when you saw his cock for the first time.

Thor smiled at you before reaching into his drawer for the small foil packet. A few moments later, and he climbed back over you, almost tenderly stroking your face as he settled between your thighs. His cock nudged against your thigh, and you bit your lower lip, the anticipation almost too much to bear. You lifted your hips, desperate for any friction, and Thor chuckled at your eagerness.

“Okay, little one. I will tease you no longer.”

He reached down between you and guided himself to your aching core, breaching you slowly, and gently sliding his whole length into you, until your head tilted back and your eyes rolled.

“Oh God!”

He pulled back in increments, before snapping his hips forwards again, impaling you on his cock. Your hands flew to his muscular shoulders, digging into his flesh. This felt miles better than the dildo.

He laboured above you, dropping down to kiss your lips and nip at your jaw.

“You are beautiful, my little mouse. Part of me wishes that we had met differently. I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.”

His words made a warmth bloom inside you, his admission more erotic than any toy or position. You hooked your legs up around his waist, locking him to you, urging him deeper. His cock felt so good inside you, stroking you, stretching you, filling you to your limit. No partner before had ever made actual sex feel so good. In fact, you were so unused to it, that you didn’t recognise the feeling of your orgasm approaching until you were clenching down on him, shaking as the pleasure surged through your body.

Thor wasn’t far behind you, groaning deeply as he spilled into the condom. He rolled off you, discarding the used prophylactic, and then brought you into the circle of his strong, warm embrace. You lay in his arms, dazed as you came back down from your high. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you’d like to say it was because of the sex, but you knew it wasn’t solely to do with that. You were feeling some way about Thor. A way that you shouldn’t be feeling about a man you were paying for sex. Warm kisses to your neck and shoulder brought you back to the present, and you looked up at your temporary lover. You suppressed the ache inside your chest and shot him a smile, hoping that he wouldn’t notice that it didn’t meet your eyes.

“Thank you. That was, well… wow. I’ve never cum like that before.”

Something flashed in his eyes but was gone as quick as it appeared, and he answered your smile with his own.

“You do not need to flatter me.”

“I’m not! Really. I mean it. I didn’t think it was possible. Turns out I wasn’t having sex with the right person.” You chuckled, but even you could hear it was forced. You jumped off the bed, anxious now and confused about how you were feeling, so you turned away from him to gather your clothes. You could hear him moving around behind you, straightening things up, but you jumped when he tapped you on the shoulder and passed you a washcloth.

“Um… thanks.”

You dressed quickly, and picked up your purse before going to hover over by the door.

“Will you be back, little mouse?” You heard the deeper question in his voice.

You passed him the handful of bills as you opened the door.

“Of course I will…” As you walked out of Lady Marmalade’s you knew that both of you knew that you’d been lying. You didn’t think your heart could take seeing him again like this; these feeling were too frightening.

Twenty minutes later, having tidied his room and righted some of his equilibrium, Thor found himself at the Madam’s door, knocking brusquely and walking straight in. The woman known as Lady Marmalade raised her brow as he entered.

“Madam, I know it goes against all policies, but what do I need to do to get you to release a client’s number to me?”

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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EXCUSE ME MA’AM HOW DARE YOU CLIFFHANGER THIS SPECTACULAR SCENARIO

GIVE

The awfully good, terribly bad day Part 1

AN: Day 12 is here. Why I decided to put Orgy after Triple Penetration I will never know, but here, have some Sex Pollen enabled shenanigans....

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Beta’d by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Grouping: Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent Reader

CW: Sex Pollen, Orgy, Dub-con (cos sex pollen), explicit sexual content, Unprotected P in V sex, Oral sex (M and F receiving), lots of limbs

Word Count: 1.4k

You stood inside the room, straining to hear what was going on outside the solid bulkhead door. Your skin itched, and your core was on fire. Your hand was down the front of your tac pants, slipping over your pulsing clit, two fingers deep inside your pussy, desperately trying to get some relief.

This mission had gone wrong from the word go.

Originally it was supposed to just be you and Steve, but then further intel had come in suggesting that the abandoned Hydra bunker might not be as abandoned as originally thought, so Bucky had insisted on coming along.

You had nothing against the former Winter Soldier, but he was just so… grumpy, a constant pessimist, and permanently attached to Steve’s side. At least he was cute looking.

Then, just when you’d got your head around that, Thor had appeared in a flash of lightning, one of his random visits, and just invited himself along. You’d only met him once before, and to be honest you’d been intimidated by how utterly gorgeous and magnetic he was. He almost made you forget the crush you had on your mentor, Steve. But he was loud, boisterous and always made himself the centre of attention; not what was needed on a potential covert operation.

After all that, though, not only was the bunker empty - except for the spiders, yuck - but there didn’t appear to be anything useful left behind. It was obvious any computers had been removed when the Hydra agents had left. All any of you had found were the odd papers, which you’d packed up, just in case some of the brains back at SHIELD could make any sense of them.

And then there were the vials. Three. Sitting right there in a wooden holder. You’d been packing those too, Bucky brooding by the door, just in case some of the spiders attacked, and Steve and Thor had been chatting near you about Asgardians latest space shenanigans.

You’re not sure what exactly had happened, but Thor, in the middle of his story, had stumbled into you, and one of the vials had tumbled to the ground, as if in slow-mo, smashing and sending a fine powder flying up into all your faces, like a mist.

Almost immediately Thor had started to panic, propelling you backwards towards the door to another room, a door that had locks on the inside and only a smooth surface on the outside.

Through the commotion and confusion he explained. He could smell it, feel its effects. A super-aphrodisiac. As the god of fertility he was immediately aware of what it was.

“We are all going to be hyper… well, aroused. Until it leaves our systems we will only be satisfied by being satisfied. And you, tiny one, are a mere mortal, whereas I and my super-soldier brothers are not. The three of us could hurt you.”

You looked at Steve, feeling the blood draining from your face. The Captain, on the other hand, was flushed pink, a fine sprinkling of sweat on his top lip and…oh god, an impressive bulge in his pants. Turning to look at Bucky, he was already leaning against a wall, groaning, eyes closed and cupping himself over his tac outfit.

“Go in. Shut it behind you. Don’t come out until this is over.”

Steve looked at you, trying to be stern, but all his usual ‘Captain’s voice’ did to you was make you whimper. But you did what he said, turning the lock behind you and wondering how the three men would fair.

That had been half an hour ago. You’d thought that you’d be alright, that you’d be able to ride it out easily. How wrong you were. When you’d heard a strange noise it took you a moment to realise it was you, moaning. You hadn’t even noticed your hand snaking down your pants at first either.

But you couldn’t take it any longer. You needed something more. Surely it would be okay if you left this room for a moment, maybe see if you could persuade Steve to help you. He’d be a gentleman and not bring it up again if you asked him not to, surely?

However, whatever you were expecting to see when you opened the door, the hinges creaking loudly, it wasn’t the sight that greeted you.

They were naked.

100% butt naked.

And not dealing with it solo either, like you had.

Steve was on his back, his face buried between Bucky’s ass cheeks, one hand on Bucky’s cock. Bucky was leant forward, one hand on the floor for support, the other stroking Steve’s cock, and his pouty lips wrapped around Thor’s apparently massive member. Thor had his head tipped back, fingers of one hand buried in Bucky’s hair.

“Fuck!”

The three of them froze and looked towards you.

“You shouldn’t have come out, little one. It’s…we’re not safe for you.”

Thor tried to chastise you, but given the effect of the powder, and the fact he was encouraging Bucky‘s attention back to the huge dick in his mouth while talking to you, you barely listened.

Instead you walked towards the erotic tableaux, shedding your clothes and running your hands over your body, all thoughts of just retrieving Steve and retreating to your designated safe room disappearing alongside.

“It hurts! I need… I need you. Oh god, I need all of you.”

You dropped to your knees next to Bucky, joining him in worshipping Thor��s cock. You let out a moan as Thor reached down his free hand and started to caress one of your breasts. Your own hand was between your legs, but still you were finding no relief, and let out a muffled whine.

There was a bit of shuffling and you found yourself pushed towards Steve, Bucky having given up his position. The blonde super soldier looked at you intently as he grabbed your hand and pulled you down to sit astride him. His usual controlled demeanour was gone, and he cupped your face and dragged your lips towards his, groaning into your mouth. You ground your sopping pussy over his rock hard cock, catching your clit against his tip and, given how wound up you’d been, you toppled over the edge, writhing on top of him as you came and soaking him with your arousal.

He rolled you both then, and thrust into you. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined that sex with Steve would be like this, but then again these weren’t normal circumstances. The feeling of him inside you was indescribable and you were dizzy with desire. Your eyes fluttered closed as his hips snapped at a frenetic pace, and he growled in your ear.

“Never imagined it would be like this. Wanted you for so long. I swear, we get home, imma treat you right, sweetheart. I…I just need you right now. Say you want me and I’m yours.”

It was your turn to cup his face and kiss him ferociously, your legs locked around his slim waist as you felt your second orgasm approaching.

A loud cry from beside you, had you both turning your heads and you saw Thor in the throws of ecstasy as he came down Bucky’s throat. Bucky was stroking himself, firmly with his left hand, the metal plates shifting, servo’s whirring. They looked so good together, and you and Steve came together as you both watched.

But Steve was still hard and your itch still burned and you motioned Bucky towards you, just as Thor also approached. The Asgardian god pulled Steve to his feet, before dropping to his knees, and taking Steve into his mouth in one go. The thought that Thor would be able to taste you, as well as Steve, made further heat flare inside you, but the two blondes were driven from your mind as Bucky’s mouth connected with your dripping pussy.

“Oh, fuck! Bucky! Shit!”

The brunet assassin certainly had a talented tongue, and it was filthy and lewd as he licked Steve’s cum out of you. You came, screaming, on his tongue, and desperate for him to fuck you.

With the HYDRA chemical coursing through all your veins, you wondered what would happen next…

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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goddamn late. you didn’t have to go this hard, but i’m so glad you did 😅

Food for thought

AN: Good morning lovelies! Day 27! Wow! As it's Thursday, it would be rude not to make it Thor's day....

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Thanks to @doasyoudesireandlive for the Norwegian endearments.

Pairing: Thor x Agent!Reader

CW: Oral Fixation, Food Play, Mild Angst, Pining, Ace!Yelena, Explicit Sexual Content, more details than anyone needs about how to eat a Jaffa Cake....

Word Count: 3k

He was watching you again.

The Asgardian prince. Thor.

He appeared from time to time, in a flash of rainbow lights, swung his axe at the bad guys, got Bucky rip-roaring drunk on magic mead and waxed lyrical with Yelena about her sister. Then he’d disappear again, not to be seen again for weeks.

You had noticed though, when he was here, he had a tendency to watch you. At first you thought it was wariness, and unfamiliarity. You were a new agent, brought in to be part of the ‘new’ Avengers team. You weren’t a field agent. You did logistics and on-line support, every so often taking the pilots role for the jet, but you were included in team activities, including movie night. Thor had appeared just in time for the latest mission, and after helping to get one up on the bad guy of the week, he had agreed to stay on for take-out and movies.

“It has been a while since I have sat and watched one of your mortal stories,” he had boomed, voice easily taking over the entire room. And although he had directed his statement to Yelena, who’d invited him to stay, you could make out, from the corner of your eye, that he was looking at you. Which was just great. Because if you’d noticed then Yelena definitely had, which would lead to even more teasing from the Russian.

“He likes you, маленькая жена.”

“He doesn’t even know me, Lena. And I am not his ‘little wife’.”

“He wants to know you though. Trust me. Just because I don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean I don’t recognise when others do. And that man, that God, wants to…”

You’d clamped your hands over your ears and jogged off down the hall, shouting out “lalalalalala” to cover over whatever your friend was going to say next. Not because you didn’t want to know. Oh no! You really did. You absolutely did. But there was no way you were going to let Yelena in on that information. That when you did feel his eyes on you, you felt your whole body suffused with warmth. How you could feel your heart beating between your legs, your core throbbing with need.

He was the most beautiful man, you’d ever set your eyes on and the idea that he would want you…ungh! Well let’s just say that Thor had featured in some of your personal self-care imaginings.

Now here you were a few hours later, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, wearing your PJ shorts and a baggy t-shirt, and holding your tub of chicken and noodles, putting them away with gusto with your chopsticks. Bucky and Sam were on the other sofa, cuddled up and looking sickeningly cute (how those guys could go from gruff and macho to a pair of fucking kittens gave you whiplash), Yelena and Kate were sprawled out on the bean bags on the floor, Kate giving Yelena a foot rub and Thor, well he had just come into the room and you realised too late that the only space left for him was next to you.

You shuffled up and gave him a small smile as he sat, the sofa cushions giving way beneath his large bulk, and you had to adjust your balance, so you didn’t fall against him.

“What are we watching?”

His whisper was so close to your ear your flesh was tickled by his facial hair. For a moment your mind went blank, images of him tickling other parts of your body with his beard flashing through your brain.

“Huh? Um. I’m not sure. It’s Yelena’s pick, so I hope it’s not too scary.”

“Never fear, little one. I can always protect you.” He gave you a dramatic wink and turned to the large TV screen, leaving you in a scrambled state.

Was he just flirting with you?

Luckily Yelena had been in a silly action mood, and you were able to return most of your attention back to the film, as you continued to eat your food. You were still aware though of Thor, watching you eat. You could almost feel his gaze each time you lifted another morsel of chicken to your lips, or sucked in a bunch of noodles.

Weird.

Having finished your take-out, you grabbed your favourite movie snack from the table in front of you; a box of British ‘Jaffa Cakes’, a treat you’d discovered on a mission and couldn’t get enough of.

You opened the packet absentmindedly as you watched the good guys getting ready to storm the bad guy’s lair to look for the hostages, although as it was only the second act of the film, there was bound to be some trap or other. Taking out the first chocolate covered sponge cake, you nibbled around the edge, careful not to bit into the disc of orange jello that sat sandwiched between the chocolate and sponge layers. Next, you peeled the jello off the cake base, popping the latter into your mouth. That left you holding the disc of jello, still covered with a thin layer of chocolate. You delicately picked off the larger pieces, eating them, before placing the orange centre on your tongue and letting it dissolve.

You felt the weight of Thor’s gaze but tried to ignore him as you reached into the packet for a second Jaffa cake. After the third you couldn’t take it anymore, turning to face him.

“What are you looking at?” you hissed, trying not to make your voice too audible to the others.

Thor at least had the good grace to look chagrined at being caught staring, and in the low light of the room you were aware of a pinkening of his skin as he blushed.

“I…um…wondered what it is that you are eating and why you are dissecting it thus?”

Your ire retreated, and you felt a little mean at being so harsh. You nabbed another one of your treats and held it out to him, leaning a little closer so you could talk to him over the sounds of Hollywood gunfire.

“You can eat it all in one go, like a soft cookie, but I think it’s better if you take it apart.” Thor took it between his fingers and gave it a light squeeze and a sniff.

“Is it a cookie or a cake?”

“Would you believe that the UK government spent a long time debating that?”

A bark of laughter left him, making Kate turn around and ‘shush’ him. Yelena just grinned at you, and you rolled your eyes, before turning your attention back to Thor.

“Like this…” You grabbed another of your own and faced him as you took it apart, Thor shyly copying your actions, his eyes fixed on your mouth. As you placed the orange part on your tongue you heard his intake of breath, his eyes going wide, and suddenly he was up, striding out of the room as fast as his legs could take him.

Sam made to get up, but Bucky snagged his boyfriend’s wrist, keeping him in place, but cocked his head in your direction and then in the direction of the door, a clear entreaty for you to go after Thor. You only hesitated for a moment, snagging the rest of the box of Jaffa Cakes off the table as you set off to find him.

It didn’t take you long to find him; he was further down the corridor, striding towards the room that he used when he stayed in the compound. Apparently, it wasn’t a good idea to drink and bi-frost, so quarters had been made available at the behest of King Valkyrie after a previous incident that both she and Thor refused to talk about.

You jogged to catch up with him, grasping hold of his arm.

“Thor? Are you okay?”

He whirled around, a look of pain across his face.

“I am fine. I just felt the urge to be alone.”

You didn’t believe him, and despite the difference in size and strength between you, you managed to steer him to the side of the corridor.

“Nope.” You popped the P. “Not buying it, Thunderpants. What’s given you the willies?”

“The what? No…” He wafted his hand at you. “Nothing upsets me. I am a God.”

His false bravado was equally unconvincing. Without really thinking, you took another Jaffa cake from the pack and took a bite out of it, running your assessing gaze over him. He looked back at you and then suddenly closed his eyes and gulped, a flush making its way up his throat.

“What?!”

Thor took in a deep breath before opening his eyes, the pained look back on his face.

“Please…”

“Please what, Thor? I know we aren’t the closest of friends, but we could change that…”

He moved then, as quick as the lightning he controlled, moving the pair of you, so it was now you against the wall, his body close, pinning you.

“I don’t want to be friends.” His voice was a low growl and your eyes widened in both shock and hurt. Did he hate you? What had you ever done to make him feel this way? You tried to push past him, but you couldn’t move his bulk.

“Then let me go, and I’ll never bother you again, your Highness.”

His eyes narrowed, and you realised he was watching your lips.

“I do not wish to do that either. You really have no idea, do you? I do not want to be friends, because I wish to be more. You have bewitched me. I see you, and all I want is to feel these lips - your lips - on mine.”

He raised his hand, as if he were about to touch your mouth and you couldn’t help the hitch in your breath.

“When you talk, little one, I would have all your words directed to me. When you eat, I wish it were me you were devouring. I want nothing more to feel you against me, so close neither of us knows where one ends and the other begins…You are a treasure to be worshipped. Min skatt.

His words wove an erotic spell and a whimper of need left your throat.

“Thor… I…

But he carried on as if you hadn’t spoken.

“But I know it’s impossible, and I am sorry for burdening you with my feelings, and…”

You’d heard enough and could no longer hold back. You cupped his face with your free hand, feeling his soft beard against your palm.

“Shut and kiss me, Thunderpants.” You didn’t wait for him to take in what you’d said, pulling him down and rising up on your toes to join your lips together. You heard him growl and you felt sparks shoot through you as you tasted each other. Thor pulled you impossibly closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck, barely registering the fact that he was now carrying you and walking down the corridor. In fact you only really noticed your change of venue when you felt yourself being lowered onto his mattress.

Thor broke the kiss and your eyes - that you hadn’t even realised you’d closed - fluttered open, to take in his stormy, lust filled gaze looking down on you.

“Tell me what you want, kjære. Be very clear now how far this can go, because I want all of you, but I will do as you wish.”

Realising you were still holding your now slightly crushed box of Jaffa cakes, you dumped it down next to you on the bed, so you could thread the fingers of both hands into Thor’s hair, bringing your faces so close together that your breath mingled.

“Make love to me, Thor. Make me yours.” You rubbed your nose up and down the side of his, feeling the tension in his arms where he hovered over your body. “Feel my lips where you wish, make them let loose sounds of ecstasy, for your ears alone.”

He initiated the next kiss, his mouth crashing onto yours, the bed dipping as he took his weight on his knees so he could help you shed your clothes and you could help him shed his. Two pairs of hands roamed, mapping naked skin, finding scars, muscle and soft flesh in equal measure. You pushed at him and he allowed you to roll him with a chuckle. You straddled his hips, feeling him nestled against you, but tried not to look…yet. Instead you focused on his chest and chiselled abs.

He really was built like a god…

His large hands were settled on your hips, just holding you gently, and he was looking up at you with an expression that let you know that he was holding himself back, letting you set the pace, even if it killed him. But you were feeling impish. Leaning to the side you grabbed your squashed snack box, pulling out a sorry looking Jaffa Cake. Tilting your head as though you were objectively studying him, you nibbled around the edge.

“So, the God of Thunder is obsessed with my mouth? My lips? Interesting…” You peeled the jelly off the cake base and placed it over one dusky nipple and the piece of cake over the other. You heard his intake of breath, saw his broad chest inflate and the bits of food move, and you giggled, before bending forward. You pressed kisses over the swell of one pectoral, moving closer and closer to the sponge. Flicking your eyes up to look at him, you snagged the cake off his skin, and when you had it in your mouth, you nipped at his pebbled peak.

“Skatt….” He growled it out, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“What?” You smiled back, mischievously, before swapping sides to lick up the chocolate covered orange jelly. “You wanted my mouth on you. Speaking of…”

You slid down him, his length gliding through your folds then up your stomach until you were eye to…well eye with it.

Oh my!

Yup. Definitely god-like…

You took him in your hand, aware of his ragged breath as tried to control his reactions. Your fingers and thumb couldn’t meet around his girth and you clenched on nothingness as you imagined how it would feel inside you. Locking gazes with him again, your tongue snuck out from between your lips and you licked across his tip. You moaned in tandem, before you licked him again, swirling around the head and then taking it into your mouth. You moaned again, the sound vibrating around Thor’s cock as you sought to take him as far into your mouth as you could.The feel of him, the weight, the taste. It was divine. You bobbed your head and stroked him and you felt Thor tremble beneath you.

“Enough!”

You squeaked, as he dragged you back up his body, and flipped you both over again. He captured one of your breasts in his mouth and you clung to him, writhing under his touch. His hand traced down your body, squeezing your hip briefly, before sliding into your folds, seeking the wetness there.

“Oh God!” How was it even possible that his touch felt this good? He swirled his finger around your entrance, teasing you like you’d teased him, before pressing it in. After a few thrusts he added a second and then a third, curling them and then spreading them and you clung to the sheets below you.

“Thor, please, I need you. Tease me and take it slow some other time.”

“As you wish…” He moved over you, cock in hand and notched it at the entrance to your weeping pussy. When he pushed in, you saw stars, your back arching. You heard him hiss as he held himself back as your channel clutched at him. Then he was rocking back and forth, feeding himself into you inch by glorious inch, until his hips were flush to the back of your thighs and you could lock your legs around his sculpted waist.

His face hovered over yours and you pulled him to you, crashing your lips together again as he started to move with slow, steady strokes which allowed you to get used to his size. He felt as good as, no better than, you thought he would be and you moaned into his mouth. He increased his speed bit by bit and you both broke the kiss in order to concentrate on your spiralling pleasure. You pressed your mouth to the firm flesh below his collar bone, moaning into it and nipping at his flesh. Your hands were tangled in his blonde hair, twisting and pulling, revelling in the noises you pulled out of him. But it was the way his cock was pressing against your insides, rubbing you, stretching you that pushed you to the precipice.

“Thor, I’m gonna cum. Oh God! I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum, min skatt. Cum for me. I need to feel you as you do.”

A few more thrusts, with Thor pressing his body against your clit and you were crying out, repeating his name over and over, and shuddering in his arms as you milked his cock.

“Norns! I can’t hold back any more!

Thor pulled his cock from the clutch of your body, taking himself in hand and jerking himself, cumming with a groan, in thick white ropes across your lower abdomen. He dropped down next to you on the mattress, cuddling into your side, his face in the crook of your neck.

“Give me a few moments, kjære, then I will clean you up before making you shout my name again. It should be the only word on those lips of yours.”

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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late, late, late. what have you done? this is just *chef’s kiss*

“So beautiful, doll. Fucking desire personified. God! ‘M gonna cum…”

first of all “fucking desire personified” is romantic as all fuck

then turning it nasty with the superhero bukkake

it’s a fucking masterpiece

as someone who regularly writes scenes with more than two people, i know how difficult it can be to keep track of all the arms, legs, dicks, and pussies. you did an amazing job with the logistics of the scene, and managed to keep the frenzied tone through both parts

masterful work, my sweetie 💜💜💜

The awfully good, terribly bad day Pt2

AN: Was I mean to you yesterday, for leaving it on a cliff-hanger? Here you go hoes - day 13 and the concluding part of our sex-pollen induced orgy. Apologies - it's a short one.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Beta’d by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Grouping: Steve x Bucky x Thor x Reader

CW: Sex Pollen, Orgy, Bukkake, Size kink, smidge electro-play, explicit sexual content, dub-con (cos of sex pollen), fluff at the end.

Word count: 0.9k

With the HYDRA chemical coursing through all your veins, you wondered what would happen next…

What happened next was that Bucky fucked you. Hard. On your hands and knees.

With Thor’s cock in your mouth. Then, when Bucky was done with you (and having his cock sucked by Steve), Thor took his place, sitting back on his heels, and guiding you up and down his cock like a sextoy, your back to his front so you could watch Steve and Bucky.

The two super-soldiers were big men (all over!) but Thor was something else entirely. You felt tiny, insignificant. Only there to serve at his pleasure.

You gripped his arms and squeaked as he bounced you up and down his thick shaft.

“So tight around me, little one. Even after taking our comrades. I’m surprised we have not broken you, as small as you are.”

The reminder of how fragile you were compared to the three of them had you moaning, eyelids fluttering as your head rolled back onto Thor’s shoulder. Your tits bounced, and through your hooded eyes you could see Bucky watching.

Thor moved one of his hands to your folds, spreading them further with his fingers to bare your stretched sex, then started to tap his finger on your engorged clit.

“Are you almost there? I need to feel you, little one. Cum for me.”

His next tap was electrifying, literally, as the god of thunder sent a small charge from his body into yours, setting off your orgasm. You couldn’t think as it rippled through you, a slave to the sensations. You were aware of Thor roaring in your ear as he filled you, his cum overflowing your pussy and running down your thighs.

The burning in your blood was finally subsiding after more orgasms than you could count, and your body was now clamouring for rest. Thor lifted you off him, and laid you down on his cloak, before leaning over you, kissing you. You accepted the caress, letting out a small whimper as he nipped at your lower lip.

He was still on his knees and you could see from the corner of your eye that he was stroking his still hard cock. A moment later he lifted his head from yours, but otherwise didn’t move.

Bucky knelt down on the other side of you, also touching himself, and leaning in for a kiss of his own. As tired as you were, your hand travelled down to your abused and leaking sex, drawing gentle circles over your clit.

After tasting your mouth Bucky pulled away and shuffled down slightly, making way for Steve. Your long-term crush smiled at you, lightly brushing his knuckles over your cheek.

“Hey, sweetheart!”

“Steve!” Your voice and mind were barely working, but you wanted to give him something.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’ve done so well. Just lay there now, okay? You can still make us feel good.”

Biting your lower lip, you nodded, gently touching yourself as the three big men continued to touch themselves. You watched them in turn, finally lucid enough to pay attention to their differences, but still marvelling over each one. Despite the needs placed upon them by the drug, each of them had treated you with care and tenderness.

You pinched at your nipples as you played with your pussy, back arching and hips rolling. The three of them watched you intently as they jerked off.

“So beautiful, doll. Fucking desire personified. God! ‘M gonna cum…”

Bucky’s seed splattered across your abdomen and hips, catching your hand and lower arm. Seeing him lose control like that was intensely erotic, and you came with a ragged moan.

Thor came next, his previous roar dulled to a growl as he painted your stomach and part of your breasts. You mewled as the aftershocks of your orgasm stuttered through you.

Seeing you so wanton and delirious in your lust was Steve’s undoing. A few grunts and he shot across your breasts, neck and chin, ensuring that your entire torso was now covered in cum.

You reached out a hand towards him, splaying your fingers across his stomach, and smiled, before letting slumber take you.

——

You woke up sometime later, feeling sore, but also comfortable and warm.

Cracking open one eye you took in your surroundings. You were on the quinjet, and from the feel of it, you were in flight.

You appeared to be wrapped in a soft blanket and cradled in someone’s arms. You tilted your head and looked up into the ocean blue of Steve’s eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey, yourself.” Your voice was hoarse, an embarrassing reminder of how vocal you’d been.

“We all seem to be free of the drug now. But, we’ll…erm well… all need checking over when we get back.”

Steve blushed and you felt an answering heat in your own cheeks.

“Umm, when we recovered I brought you back here, washed you up, while Bucky and Thor gathered all our things. I, err, thought that you wouldn’t want to feel too vulnerable when you woke up, so Thor’s keeping Bucky company in the cockpit. And I…umm… hope you don’t mind me holding you like this. I’d have felt bad letting you wake up on your own, on one of the cots.”

You smiled at him, wiggling an arm out of your blanket cocoon to cup his stubble covered cheek.

“Thanks Steve. I appreciate it. And I like being close to you. You’re warm. Now, what did you say earlier about treating me right?”

He leant down and kissed you, and the heat that rose in your veins this time had nothing to do with Hydra.

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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BABE I AM THROBBING HOLY FUCK THIS WAS GOOD

Strangers in the night

AN: And on to day four! A little bit different for today - I'm not telling you who the characters are ahead of time, because that will spoil the surprise. So, please, if you reblog or comment please don't give it away - you can use a 'readmore' if necessary.

But rest assured that two of our favourite CE/SS characters star, one as your loving boyfriend and one as sexy stranger.

I'm using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Beta'd by @christywantspizza.

Divider by @firefly-graphics, banner and covers by me

Pairings: Unknown CE/SS character boyfriend x Reader, Unknown CE/SS character stranger x Reader

CW: Sensory Deprivation, Anonymous Sex with a stranger, Explicit Sexual content, Use of a sex swing, Protected sex.

Word Count: 1.4k

You took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out slowly. You rocked slightly as you did so, but it was a strange feeling. Your eyes were covered with a soft, black blindfold, and noise cancelling headphones sat over your ears. Your fingers wrapped around the ropes of the swing, although your wrists were cuffed to it anyway.

You weren't sure how long it had been since your lover had got you settled and given you a deep, loving kiss before settling the blindfold over your eyes. It was very strange, not being able to hear the background noise of the club; only being subject to the gentle swaying of the swing in your personal, dark bubble.

You knew it would be coming, but when you felt someone touch your thigh, you couldn’t help but jump, increasing the rocking. A second hand came down, caressing your other thigh and steadying the movement. You had no idea who was touching you, which, while it was the point of this, still sent a small tremor of vulnerability through you.

The hands moved further up, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. All you could hear was your own breath, your own gasps. You felt the touch of the unknown fingers, so different to your boyfriend’s, on your outer folds and your hips bucked up instinctively. The touch was gentle, sliding across your slick flesh, learning you. Your moan sounded loudly in your ears as a rough digit brushed over your clit. A shaking body pressed against yours, flesh to flesh. The stranger was chuckling.

One of their hands trailed up your body, light touches over your stomach and ribs, before stopping to circle one of your nipples. Your skin felt so sensitive, each point of stimulus seemingly connected to your pussy, making you wetter as you anticipated the next move. You threw your head back on a cry as a warm, wet mouth sealed over your breast, a strong tongue flicking the stiffened peak. He had facial hair, you were aware of the way it brushed and scratched over your skin. The swing rocked again, and you felt the soft steel of an erect cock nudging against your inner thigh. As you concentrated on the feeling of your unknown lover caressing your breast, you almost forgot about his hand, gently teasing your entrance. That was until he slid one finger inside you.

Fuck!

His attention swapped to your other breast as he pressed another finger inside you, feeling you, stretching you.

“Please. Oh God, please!” This chuckle you could feel against your bare breast. But he took your hint, lips trailing back down your body, hands wrapping around your thighs and using the swing to bring you to his mouth. You were dizzy with desire, your entire being crystalised down to what this man, this stranger, was doing to you with his tongue and his fingers, devouring you, pushing you higher. Your legs wrapped around his head, and you could feel his hair tickling your thighs, as that on his face tickled your clit. And, Christ, did this man know what he was doing. It wasn’t long until your legs and arms were trembling, as your orgasm approached. With each of your moans, with every gush of your arousal, he hummed into your pussy, vibrations of appreciation and lust.

Your hands tightened around the ropes of the swing, as your thighs trapped the head pressed between them, and you cried out your pleasure. It seemed to go on and on, never ending, your wail turning silent as you gasped for breath. At some point your legs went slack and you started to try and wriggle away, oversensitive and completely dazed. Whoever it was, he took the hint, moving away from your pussy to press kisses down your inner thighs. His thumbs rubbed into the dips off your pelvis, his touch firm, but sensual. A strange thought flew briefly across your brain, that the way this man touched you was similar to how your boyfriend did, but this man was definitely not him, there were enough differences for you to be sure of that.

But thinking of him brought you full circle to now, how he’d been eager to help you realise your fantasy, how he was watching you - right now - receive pleasure from another man. Was he touching himself, getting turned on by the sight? You moaned, a fresh wave of arousal flowing through you.

You were drawn back to the moment as your new lover stood up and pressed his lips to yours, his tongue easily gaining entry, transferring the remains of your essence to your own. Then, just as you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he pressed into you. God, if he was being affected by the condom he was wearing, you’d hate to think how big he’d be without one.

You wished you could see him, touch him. You knew he was moaning along with you, because the sound was going straight into your mouth. The feel of him in you was amazing, the stretch, the fullness. He was giving you time to adjust, but you were impatient.

“Please, move!” you muttered your entreaty and you felt him smile against your lips. His hands tightened on your hip and he gave one deep thrust. Fuck. It felt so good. He thrust again, mouth still connected to yours, and you lost yourself to it. The swing set up a reciprocal motion, each thrust bouncing you away from him, only to come back together. Your tongues tangled and he moved one hand off your hips to cup your cheek, a surprisingly tender gesture, completely juxtaposed with the way he was fucking into you. The angle was also just right, his cock grazing that spot inside you, his pelvis rubbing over your clit with each salacious smack of his hips.

One moment you were enjoying the building sensations and the next you were shaking again, your cries swallowed. Your muscles spasmed around him, before he ripped his mouth away from yours.You wished you could hear him, but you could only feel him pulsing inside you, pouring himself into the condom. A few more ragged thrusts and then he dropped a brief kiss to your lips and withdrew from the embrace of your body.

You sank down into the swing, catching your breath.

That had been amazing.

You were so fucked out, that another touch against your skin made you jump, until you recognised the asymmetrical touch of your boyfriend. He kissed you sweetly as his hands ran up your frame, and released the ties around your wrists, rubbing each in turn as the blood started to flow again. Next he cupped your cheeks, and slowly lifted off the head phones. Sound rushed back in, general background noise from the club, although muffled through the door. The sound of his lips against yours, the subtle sound of skin rubbing over skin. Lastly, he slipped the blindfold from your head. You opened your eyelids cautiously, but the room had low, subtle lighting and it only took a moment for your eyes to adjust.

Bucky smiled down at you.

“Hey doll. How you feeling?”

You smiled back and let out a hiccuped giggle.

“So good! Although I think that this is a one time thing.”

“I’m glad you had fun. I had fun watching, you know. You’ve never looked sexier.”

You giggled again, tucking your head into his neck before he helped you get down from the swing, and dressed you in your robe.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up and head home, yeah?”

“Can we get take out on the way? I’m starving!”

Bucky tipped up your chin with the tip of his index finger, eyes twinkling.

“Greedy girl, but I suppose you did work up an appetite.”

You walked out of the room, arm in arm, your head resting on his left, cool bicep. As you passed other club members in the corridors you found yourself studying the men, looking at those with beards, trying to work out who could have been your anonymous lover. As you got to the doors of the changing room though, you were sure you noticed something, or rather someone, odd. There was a man going out the exit, and you could swear that it was your boyfriend’s best friend Steve… But he didn’t frequent sex clubs… Did he?

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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i’m not usually into being bratty, but THIS??? i bet steve could change my mind 🤔 🫠🥴

A good 'bad idea'

AN: Day three already! How is your underwear? And if you feel like being a brat, Steve is going to sort you out, just like he did in Language and Learn your Lesson. (Ooops I just think I made another AU.) I'm using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Beta'd by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: MeanDom!Steve x Bratty! SHIELD Admin Reader

CW: Bratting, Impact Play, D/S dynamics, Explicit Sexual Content, Secret relationship, Steve being both mean and soft.

Word count: 1.6k

“What are you going to do about it?”

Eight little words that had got you in a whole heap of trouble, but would you take them back if you could?

Absolutely not.

You’d been on edge for days. You and Steve hadn’t been able to find any time to do anything other than some making out and a bit of groping in a store cupboard, which had left both of you aching and dissatisfied.

And the problem was that it just brought the brat in you out more.

You couldn’t help it.

When you passed him in the corridor, when you had to take files to his office, you just had to needle him. From low cut tops, to your healthy repertoire of curse words, you were just tightening the coil holding Steve’s temper, and lust, in check.

You’d just chewed him out over his latest, and in your opinion shoddy, mission report, curse words turning the air blue and your arms folded under your breasts, accentuating them provocatively, when he cut you off mid flow.

“You need to stop acting like a brat, right now!”

You opened your mouth, ire rising inside you. He might be Captain America and he might be absolute sex on legs, but he did not get to tell you what to do. You looked him in the face, his normally ocean blue eyes just dark slits, his fingers steepled in front of him where he rested his elbows on the desk, shirt sleeves rolled up his forearms - don’t look, don’t look! - and his lips pursed.

So you uttered your retort, before turning on your heel and storming out of his office. His deep chuckle sounded behind you as you went and a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

You didn’t see Steve for the rest of the day. Frankly, you’d been in no mood to deal with him, so you’d just avoided him. The man was both your biggest frustration and your biggest weakness. The way he acted, the way he behaved just… well, wound you up. But, god did he tempt you too. His touch, his lips, melted you, made you feel things no other lover before had.

You’d lost count of the number of trysts you’d had together in the SHIELD offices, trying to keep quiet, trying to keep it a secret. Steve would be sweet and often tender afterwards, but the next time you saw each other the antagonism was back, leaving you more confused than ever.

You schlepped back home, walking through the rain to the subway, balancing your umbrella and work bag, then catching a bus at the other end and then one more block on foot to your apartment. Not the best, but not the worst. You’d been able to upgrade your accommodation when you’d gotten your job with SHIELD, although some days dealing with Steve made you wonder if it was worth it.

You were relaxing later on, sitting in your robe on the sofa after a hot shower, a mug of tea in your hand and an old episode “Say Yes to the Dress” on your TV, when there was a harsh hammering at your door.

The only person who ever knocked was the super, and you rolled your eyes wondering what the old pedant had taken offence to now, as you crossed to the door and yanked it open.

“Hey, Sweetheart, gonna let me in?”

You snorted as you glared at the bane of your existence.

“‘The fuck you doing here, Rogers? It should be obvious, even to you, that I’m off the clock. Hey!”

He pushed past you, ignoring your obvious indignation, grabbed your hand, and shoved the door closed.

“Let go of me, you insufferable wanker.”

He grinned at you, taking hold of your jaw with his free hand.

“What are you gonna do about it?

You shouldn’t have been surprised by his bruising and punishing kiss, but you were still reeling from finding him on your doorstep. It took a few moments to process everything before your body sank into his kiss. However, the moment you did, Steve drew back, scraping his teeth over your lower lip.

“You’ve been such a little brat the last few days.”

He let go of your hand to cup your mound under your robe, naked and still damp from your shower.

“A few days without a good fucking and you get such an attitude.”

He pressed into you, forcing you to walk backwards until your back came into contact with the kitchen counter. In a moment he’d spun you, yanked off your robe and used the waist tie to secure your hands behind your back.

“Got a colour for me?”

You huffed, derisively.

“Green, Captain. A Green as you were when Wilson brought me that bunch of flowers on Monday. He’s pretty cute you know, I was rather hoping he was going to ask me out…”

You suppressed your smile when you heard him growl at your taunting, but then let out a small whimper when he forced your head back with a hand under your chin.

“Good, cos the only Red thing is gonna be your ass when I'm done with you…”

You wiggled your hips, making your ass shake.

“Bring it on. You’re an awful lot of talk and no act…”

Smack!

You rocked forward upon impact, but barely made a sound. You were no stranger to being spanked by Captain America; it was his favourite way to chastise you, followed by gagging you with his cock. Instead you decided to push his buttons.

“Please sir, can I have another?”

Steve chuckled, darkly before landing a smack on your other ass cheek.

“Sweetheart, I can’t wait until you’re a drooling mess, begging for my cock. I’m going to ruin you.”

You were going to reply, but your breath was stolen by a third smack, followed by another, then another. Every few smacks Steve stopped to caress your heated backside, and probe between your legs with his thick fingers. When he found you dripping he let out a snort of amusement, before continuing with his spanking. You must have zoned out a bit, starting to float, because you were bought back to the moment by a sharp, stinging crack.

You cried out this time, eliciting another sound of mirth from your lover’s lips. A second crack and you realised what it was; Steve’s belt.

“Oh, fuck…”

CRACK!

Your eyes rolled up into your head, the sensation initially so strong, but fading to a warm throb fairly quickly. Steve peppered the skin of your ass and upper thighs. Your head was delightfully fuzzy and you couldn’t help but grind your hips against nothing. You felt like a cat in heat.

“Steve. Captain! I…I…”

Suddenly the spanking stopped and you felt Steve’s hands pressing your legs further apart. Then you let out a guttural moan, as Steve sank to his knees and pressed his face to your dripping cunt.

“Such a fucking needy brat.”

His voice was muffled between your soft, but burning thighs, and you could feel the slight roughness of the short facial hair, which had sprouted over the day, rubbing against your over-sensitive skin. Your wrists were still bound behind you and your breasts were squashed against the cool surface of your countertop.

Steve pressed his tongue to your slick folds, and you wailed in pleasure.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

His chuckle vibrated through you and his fingers pinched your ass, sending a stab of pain that mingled with the glorious sensations in your core. Steve pressed his face further in, thrusting his tongue inside you, his large hands gripping your hips so hard, you knew you’d have his finger marks on you in the morning.

You tried to talk, to say something, but all you could do was babble. You came with a cry, but Steve didn’t let up. He spun you around, and hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, holding you open and exposed to him, before he dived right back in. He looked up at you, commanding your attention, as he sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue around it.

“Steve! Oh god!”

You almost fell when you came again, your body almost overwhelmed by the force of it. Your super-soldier lover wasn’t done with you, however. Releasing your wrists, before scooping you up, he strode across your small apartment to your bedroom, where he proceeded to take you apart over and over again with his tongue, fingers and cock until you passed out from exhaustion.

You woke to a dull throbbing sensation in your ass cheeks. You ran your hand over them, feeling where there were slight bruises, and a small smile appeared on your face. That smile grew even wider when you rolled over to find Steve, face lax in slumber, lying next to you in your bed. He looked far less stern than normal, his face so boyish and innocent as his dozed.

A thought came to you then; This was your first sleepover with each other. In fact it was the first time you’d had something more than a frenzied quickie in the office. What did this mean, him turning up at your home, spending the night? You weren’t even sure how you felt about it.

You were brought back to the moment by the feeling of Steve shifting against you, and when you looked up at him, his beautiful eyes locked with yours. He grinned, before drawing you into a deep kiss.

“Morning, brat.”

You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t stop your giggle.

“Fuck off, Captain.”

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luxeavenger · 2 years ago

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i’m weak i’m weak i’m weak i’m weak

“Let the ropes take your weight, baby. Let them hug you for me. You look beautiful like this.”

this is just so. so… it’s beautiful. frank in this series is so loving and caring towards the reader. these three sentences just perfectly encapsulate his character. he wants so badly to hold her. to comfort her. and he does. he pours every ounce of his love into those ropes he wrapped around her

and then he sat and read to her 😭

i read this not expecting to have a whole bunch of emotions about a shibari fic, but this hit me so deep

Wrap me up in your love

AN: Hey babies! Are your panties ready for day two? Take a deeper look at your relationship with Frank Castle following the events of It can't rain all the time. (It isn’t necessary to read this first.) I'm using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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N.B. Rope play should only be carried out by those who know what they are doing.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Pairing: SoftDom!Frank Castle x Reader (Established relationship)

CW: Competence Kink, Rope play (Shibari), mentions of previous SA and trauma, Subspace, minor descriptions of smut, allusions to smut, kink as a coping mechanism.

Word Count: 2.1k

It had all started innocently enough. Or at least as innocently as a love affair with a vigilante can be.

He’d helped you heal in so many ways, first by being your friend and helping you learn to trust men again, then dealing with your douche-bag ex and becoming your lover. A lover like none you’d had before. For a man so big, so rough looking and scarred, he was unbelievably caring and gentle. You could tell he reigned himself in, and from the very start let you set the pace.

He always checked that whatever he was doing was okay with you, giving you time to consider and respond. It never failed to make him smile when you responded with an enthusiastic yes, when you were feral for him, attacking his lips and pulling off his clothes.

You still had your moments though, moments where you were trapped in your head, reliving what your ex had done to you and you couldn’t bear to be touched. Frank would just lie next to you on the bed, soothing you with his deep voice, as he read aloud from a book or sang along to the radio, until you were ready to hold him again.

And that need to be soothed without touch partly explained why you were where you were now, but not fully. No, the rest of it had to do with just how Frank was. You’d barely noticed at first, but when you were at his, just watching TV or existing in each other’s presence, you’d find yourself drawn to watching him.

You knew who he was, what he did. It should frighten you, but it didn’t; you’d never be a target of his ire. And because you were both comfortable together he’d often do checks on his equipment in front of you. Sharpening his knives, cleaning and checking his modest assortment of firearms. Checking his ropes.

Frank would gently run his fingers along the twisted fibres, checking for weak points - I can’t have the person I'm interrogating breaking free now, can I? - before coiling it up so it wouldn’t tangle. Sometimes, if he got distracted by what was on the TV he’d end up looping and knotting the rope, then pulling it all free and starting again. It was mesmerising.

Then, one day, Frank noticed you watching. His plump lips twitched up into a smile.

“Like the look of the ropes then, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks had burned in embarrassment, but luckily Frank knew not to tease you too hard and let it drop.

But you still watched him.

And he knew you were doing so.

You didn’t like to be held down during sex, it brought back too many bad memories. The pair of you had tested it before, but as soon as Frank’s large, gentle hand had pinned your wrists, his body pressed heavily to yours, you’d had to call a halt.

But ropes, they’d be different, wouldn’t they?

Frank had just smiled when you’d brought it up, stammering out your words, and then suggested trying it out in stages. First he just had you sit next to him on the sofa, watching your favourite film, with the rope around one wrist.

The next time, you sat with your hands in your lap, both hands in a handcuff tie. It was nice.

Frank had held the tail ends of the rope, and the plaited fabric felt like a tether to him, stopping you from floating away.

The big test came when you asked him to bind one wrist to his headboard. He kept checking on you, but you were gone, allowing yourself to sink into your pleasure.

Letting go.

Giving him control.

You came harder than you thought you’d ever had. The very next day you asked him to bind both wrists.

You researched rope play, especially Shibari, watching videos and looking at the way the ropes and different knots lay against skin, and you thought it beautiful. You asked Frank to do more intricate rope work, admiring the way it looked and loving the way it made you feel, and he indulged you with a smile. Whenever you felt the soft compression of the ropes you felt a calmness suffuse you; all the world and its problems went away.

When your lover trussed you up in complex and artful knots, your arms lovingly pinned behind you, your lower legs bound to your thighs, leaving you open, you didn’t feel vulnerable. You felt worshipped, as though you had been turned into a venerated work of art, especially as Frank made love to you, sliding slowly in and out of you, reducing you to quiet pants and moans as he praised you, kissed your skin. The way you dropped into sub space under his care and affection was a hereto unknown and you relished the soft, fuzzy feeling of contentment.

And it was this feeling that explained why you were where you were now.

It had been a BADTM day. The smell of a man’s cologne on the way into work reminded you too much of Charles, and then the subway was crowded, people hemming you in and pressing against you, heightening your anxiety. Then work itself.

You’d struggled to find a job due to the gap in your employment history during your marriage, but you’d managed to find work doing basic data entry. Unfortunately, that meant spending your working day with others who either didn’t care about the job and were using it as a stepping stone, or those who were stuck in a dead-end job due to idiocy or narcissism. Your boss was one of the latter.

A new pile of work was waiting for you, covered with sticky notes bearing his spider-like scrawl telling you that there was an impossible time limit for getting them all processed in. Then Brian spilled his coffee all over your desk when he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going (too busy staring at Meghan’s breasts) and then your, frankly pathetic, tuna sandwich lunch went missing from the fridge.

The journey home was just as bad; you were certain that the touch you’d felt on your ass as you were jostled around in the subway car wasn’t accidental, especially given the facial expression of the man behind you when you turned your head. By the time you made it to your and Frank’s apartment building you were almost jogging, feeling the bile rising in your throat.

Upon reaching your floor, you by-passed your own door, letting yourself into Frank’s with his spare key, kicking off your shoes and shucking your coat. You moved quickly into the lounge and threw yourself onto Frank’s lap. He let out a small grunt of surprise before smiling up at you broadly. However, his smile faltered when he saw your expression. His hand came up to cup your cheek, but you shuddered away, your skin crawling.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s up? Bad day?”

Biting your lower lip, your eyelids fluttered closed and your fists tightened in the fabric of Frank’s t-shirt. You managed to nod, fighting the tears trying to escape your eyes.

“Let’s move to the bed then, yeah, get you all tucked up and we can talk, okay?”

“No.”

“No? What can I do to help you then?”

You drew in a ragged breath, followed by another, before stammering out your answer.

“I…I want you to tie me up. Please. Tie me up and help me not think.”

Forcing your eyes open, you observed Frank’s expression, but given who he was and what he did, he gave nothing of his own thoughts away. He was totally focussed on you.

“You sure that’s what you want, sweetheart?”

“Please, Frank. Please.”

He looked at you for a few more seconds, trying to get a proper read on your emotional state, before shifting under you.

“Okay, up you get.”

You started to walk on shaky legs towards his bedroom, before you realised he wasn’t heading that way; he was heading towards his spare room, the room where he kept his ‘work’ items. You quickened your step to keep up, your arms wrapped around your body trying to soothe yourself.

Frank clicked on the desk lamp, casting a soft glow around the room. It was a sterile looking place, full of crates and metal cupboards. It was obvious what was in this room, even if none of it could be seen. You stood, awkwardly, in the doorway, still worrying your lower lip, and watched as Frank opened a drawer and lifted out two carefully wound hanks of rope.

He turned to face you, expression still unreadable, and started to unwind the first hank, preparing to find the bight.

“Strip, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t a suggestion.

You slowly removed your work clothes, and with each piece you took off and placed carefully on Frank’s desk, you felt the stains on your soul being removed as well. Fully naked and unashamed, you walked closer to Frank as he observed you.

“Arms. Clasp your wrists.”

You let out a sigh as Frank started to wrap the first rope. He wound it around your arms, across your chest, both above and below your breasts and over your shoulders.

“Wiggle your fingers for me, sweetheart and give me a colour.”

You tested the feeling in your fingers.

“Green, Frank.”

He moved to stand in front of you and a smile tugged at his lips.

“There’s my good girl. Okay, beautiful, spread your legs slightly.”

Frank continued to bind you, ropes wrapping around your waist and thighs, criss-crossed together. After checking that you were comfortable, Frank left you standing while he got some more rope and some carabiners out of his drawer. The confusion must have shown in your face because your lover caught your gaze and then jerked his head up towards the ceiling. You looked up, and that’s when you saw it, the hard point installed in the ceiling. Your eyes went wide and you rocked slightly on your heels.

“You with me, sweetheart? What’s your colour?”

“Still green, Frank.”

His smile grew wider and you watched him deftly run the ropes through the loop of the hard point. A few ties of the suspension rope and he motioned you to turn around. You felt him attach more rope to the harnesses he’d tied around you and heard the click of the carabiners. Then, with a tug, the slack was taken up, and almost all your weight was taken off your feet, although they were still touching the floor.

“Let the ropes take your weight, baby. Let them hug you for me. You look beautiful like this.”

You closed your eyes and let the tension leave your body as you felt the pressure of the ropes against your skin, the bamboo silk embrace. You were vaguely aware of Frank walking out of the room and then returning a few moments later, his chair creaking as he sat down. The swish of paper and then Frank’s low baritone voice filled the quiet of the space.

“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. There was a padlock and a chain upon the gate. I called in my dream to the lodge-keeper, and had no answer, and peering closer through the rusted spokes of the gate I saw that the lodge was uninhabited.”

You smiled and floated away.

“Hey, sweetheart. How’re you doing?”

You opened your eyes and they slowly focused on Frank’s face.

“Good…” you giggled a bit, still holding onto the cloudy tendrils caressing your mind. He brought his hand up to cup your face and you pressed into it, enjoying the slight roughness of it, along with the warmth.

“I’m glad. Now, open up.” He pressed something up to your lips and you opened them, accepting the square of dark chocolate onto your tongue. Once you’d chewed and swallowed it, Frank held a bottle of water to your lips and you gulped down a few mouthfuls.

“Alright. Let’s get you released from all this, huh?”

“No!” Your outburst even stunned you.

Frank stopped, mid-step on his way to move behind you and raised an eyebrow.

“No? You really shouldn’t be trussed up like this for much longer you know.”

“I know. But before you untie me, before you let me down, please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Frank. I need to feel you.”

The feared vigilante let out a gruff chuckle before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

“Well, whatever my sweetheart wants, she gets.”

His lips captured yours as he pulled your legs up around his waist.

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