#thirsty nacht hours

[hellfirenacht]

Horny Eddie hcs???

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Fuck it, my personal horny HCs

-It takes him a while to warm up to being more dominant, he'll follow directions easily but starting to take initiative himself takes a while for him to do because he wants to make sure he does it right.

-the first few times he is determined to get you off first, and he asks you a LOT about what he's doing and what you want him to do.

-He loves going down on you almost as much as he loves you doing down on him. He wasn't sure if he would like it but he was willing to do it. Once he does though he enjoys it a lot. It allows him to just focus on one thing

-His fingering game is on point and is really good at finding the right pace and pressure you need, which comes from many years of playing guitar.

-He likes it when you call him by his name more than any pet name in bed. It's the intimate act of being seen and wanted for him that really turns him on. He'll ask you to keep saying his name whenever he makes you feel good.

-When he's more used to having sex with you he's more spontaneous and adds more bravado. When he's completely comfortable he wants to have FUN during sex.

-He'd totally be into seeing you dressed up in Renaissance fair garb, and would ham it up playing a rogue or something.

-wails on it like... Once a day maybe.aybe every other day. Sometimes he's not even horny, he just does it.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Hi I hope I’m not too late for thirsty Thursday? I had this thought of a Robert character (of your choice) going to an adult store with the reader/ to surprise the reader

Maybe trying new things/ positions/ accessories👀

Your wish is my command 💋

LoveGame (Luba x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: NSFW smutty as hell. Pegging, masturbation, m/f penetration

A/N: Reader is getting married. Luba wants to make sure her last night goes out with a bang 😉

You stood outside Foreign Dreams hugging your arms against the cold. You checked the digital clock chip newly implanted in your wrist. Half eleven. Luba, as always, was late.

You tapped an icon of a phone and waited. Five minutes went by and a beautiful face with lengthy platinum eyelashes answered.

“Guten nacht,” his bored voice greeted you with a hint of mischief. Just a trace of a smile on his full lips.

“Hooker where are you? I'm freezing my tits off out here.” You delighted in archaic epithets.

“Back off hündin (bitch),” a laugh now. “Nicky needed me to pick up one last table. Let me grab my cape, and I'll come warm your tits up in five.”

Rolling your eyes you sighed, “Better not let Benjamin catch you massaging them again.”

“He's a boring prick. Why do all of my exes leave me for the dullards?” You could see him moving around a back room. “These strong, silent types,” he mimicked a gash across his thick neck.

“Because you never fucking shut up. They let us talk hours at a time for once. Just get your tiny ass out here so we can get to Oswald’s store. It was rather nice of him to open on his day off.”

The side door to Foreign Dreams opened and the transmission on your wrist ended. Luba in his leather and tiger skins strode towards you with his muscular arms open. That sweet smelling cigarillo smoke hung in the air around him. Cherries tonight.

He was shirtless as always under the fur with his skin the color and texture of pearls. He hugged you in that dramatic fashion and you melted into his taut chest. Your heart skipping a beat.

“Liebchen you're freezing. Is that why you’re simply trembling?” He began rubbing your arms swiftly.

“Sure, that's why.” It wasn’t at all because he was breath-taking with a heat under his skin. If you lingered it was because you couldn't help it. Luba was hypnotic.

Shaking it off, you linked arms with him and headed towards your simultaneous wedding present and “hen party” for two. One that started off with Luba taking your hand and tipping a white powder on your skin between your thumb and index finger.

“Inhale, you'll feel better.” He held his pinky nail up to his nose and snorted. “It's a little this and that. Nicky's special mix for just tonight. Everyone misses you.”

Following suit you took a breath and the powder went straight to your brain as you seemed to float to the sex shop. Why did you trust Luba to never steer you wrong?

Inside the store, Oswald and his inappropriate Geisha makeup behind the counter. An amused smirk across his exaggerated red lips waved you both on as you followed Luba around the store.

“It's all on me poppet! We just want to make sure none of us catches Benjamin with any of the girls,” he paused and winked at Luba, “Boys or otherwise in between or nothing at all. At the parlour you know.”

Luba was standing in front of a wall of dildos. He was biting his pinky nail as he so often did when he was anxious.

“Ozzy this is too much! These choices, it's overstimulating to my brain and not my penis. Look at this,” he pried a massive cock from the wall using his hands. The suction made a satisfying snap sound that sent you both into giggles. “Who does this fit? Their pussy or asshole MUST be like a cavern. Too much. Ach.”

Luba waved the dildo around in your face and your head dodged out of the way. “STOP! I don't like you wiggling a dick in my face!”

This sent the two of you into further hysterics. Luba’s laughter between infectious and obnoxious as it bounced off the walls.

Your arms already full of lube (I know how you can be if they don't kiss you right. Sahara Desert! Look remember me, its LUBE- A) and vibrators (One for while you fuck, it's a clit stimulator. I remember how you need that. You just.. settle it right in here. The other for when he's gone away or you sex dream about me. You know Clit and G Spot?) Your eyes grow wide with each suggestion.

“Luba, I know how to masturbate. Benjamin knows how to get me off,” you started to put some stuff back in random places. Except for the wireless egg shaped clit stimulator that matched your own vaginal (OR ANAL!) rhythms. That one you pocketed happily.

Luba walked to a curtained side room and threw back the red velvet material. “That's because I told him what you like and how to do it. Ozzy Ozzy darling, what HAVE you been hiding from us?!”

You followed him inside, your mouth hanging open. Everything looked positively medieval, but you both knew it was mostly from no earlier than fifty years earlier.

“Mid- 1990s BDSM. How delightful. Berlin, London, New York. They all had a renaissance after the AIDS pandemic terrorized the world. We're like cockroaches, you can't eradicate any of us in the community.”

Luba was lost in his own diatribe. His long white fingers running over the leather binding of whips and flogs. He nicked one and slung it over his shoulder. Then clicked his tongue a few times deciding between a realistic flesh penis attached to a harness or a silver metal one.

“See this, THIS!” he held out the slender metal version towards you. “I might be a sex worker but this is what fits my holes best.”

“LUBA that's a strap-on. Are most of your clients even into that?” You took it from him and held it up. Fascinated despite your protest.

“Liebchen, don't be so judgmental of others appetites. You were hungry for all of this once,” he ran his hand dramatically over the length of his torso.

You still were. The way you were staring at his svelte body and pert nipples as you bit your lip slightly, he knew it too. His eye brow was arched in satisfaction as he took your hand and dragged you towards the back of the room.

“Why don't we test some things out?” Luba tossed the question over his shoulder while closing the curtains to block Oswald from catching a glimpse.

“I'll try it on, but I'm not pegging you.”

“Sure you won't. I am curious what’s in these drawers though.” He had made his way over to a cabinet with wooden drawers and began pulling them out one by one. “JACKPOT!”

You joined Luba, strap-on still in hand. The drawer was lined with crushed velvet that matched the curtains. It was lined with rings and clamps. There were other devices, but you didn't have the guts to ask.

“Vier.. Fünf.. Six.. Ja this would fit,” Luba held up a deep jade cock ring. “Look it even matches my eyes!” He giggled and held it up to his face. “Take my jacket. I'm going to try this on.”

He tossed his coat but you dodged. Luba paid no mind as he unbuttoned and zipped his leather pants. He let out a satisfactory sigh as his cock was let free. You covered your face and chortled unable to understand that this was your life right now.

“Come here, liebe. I want you to put it on me.” Luba’s eyes sparkled.

“What does it even do?” You took the ring from him and held it in your palm.

“It keeps the cock erect so you last longer. I'm getting hard just thinking about it,” he gestured towards his junk.

Shrugging your shoulders you used your fingertips to slip the cock ring on much like Benjamin had your engagement ring. Almost tenderly and with great care. Luba twitched just ever so slightly as your hand and the smooth jade traveled the shaft so that it fit snug at the base above his balls. You let your fingers glide back upwards towards the head and made a circular motion with your thumb over it. Repeating yourself a few times

“Fuck. You always were good at that.”

Luba gazed up at the ceiling in ecstasy. His eyes closed and throat exposed as he moaned under the pressure of your touch. You pressed your mouth into the warm, ivory skin and lingered a moment over his Adam’s apple. Your fingers pumping harder over the shaft and head, twisting and stroking. Your tongue leaving a wet trail down to his clavicle. Your other hand was free to grab his ass and squeeze.

“If you're going to play with my ass, make it worthwhile, darling.” Luba demanded.

You stumbled a bit away from your ex standing naked without a care. His cock completely erect and being held steady by a jade ring. You did that, you thought. He loves sex, but you still can get him hard.

“Only this once, right?” you informed him as you stepped out of your skirt.

It took a few minutes of struggling, of swatting Luba off when he offered assistance, but you finally had the harness over your legs. In place as the metallic and futuristic dick hung between your legs. It was a strange sensation, one you weren't quite sure why you never tried before.

“Did you keep any of that lube?” he asked as he sat down on an old fashioned settee against the back wall.

“Of course.” You pulled it out of your discarded jacket on the floor and held it up.

“Güten. I'm sure you can figure out what to do with it.” Luba flitted his hand towards the device you were wearing as he kneeled on all fours. His forearms purchased on the arm of the couch so that his ass was higher than his head.

You climbed up behind him and put one hand on his thin hip. The other on the slick silver cock that you positioned outside of Luba. You bent to kiss his shoulders and once again allowed your lips and tongue to trace over his spine as you tentatively pushed the cock inside of him.

“Is that ok?” you asked.

“Deeper. Keep going. I want your hips to touch my ass.”

So they did. You lost yourself and let the sensation take over as you pumped completely inside him. God it felt good. Weird and new but good as you slid out almost entirely. Repeating. Your nails scratching at his perfect skin.

“Your ass is tight. This is fucking amazing.”

There was no more control as you started pulling him towards you at the same time as your thrusts in.

“Jerk me off,” he begged. His breathing was labored with pleasure.

“At the same time?” You were confused but silently agreed.

Your hand taking his cock again, it found a rhythm with your rutting. Your future husband would never, you thought as you almost yanked roughly on Luba’s erection. Your hips bucking wildly into him as he struggled to stay upright.

Plunging fully inside of him only two more times, Luba exploded in your hand. You pulled the strap on out of him and gasped as you were covered with that warm, sticky substance. He laughed in return, still moaning and jerking barely as he came again. Yet his dick was immediately hard because of the cock ring

“Tell me liebchen, why are you marrying him again?”

There wasn't time to answer because Luba had flipped underneath you, parting your legs and maneuvered the metal cock out of the way. He buried his own inside of your cunt taking you by surprise for the umpteenth time this evening.

Luba lifted his hips off the couch and pulled you forward so that he could penetrate you as far as he could manage. All you could do was cry out in pleasure. It was the only way you thought to answer him.

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The Last Mission (4/?)

AN: Ooookayyyyyyy, I have to admit, Bucky/Wintersoldier might be ooc in this chapter... Sorry about that(?) I hope you guys still enjoy it though.

Warning: ooc Bucky/Winter soldier (?), no really dark compared to the other parts (sorry, not sorry :P), mention of non-con /dub-con

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Part 3

The soldier had taken you another four times that night. Every time finishing inside of you, though you did not care because you had no hope of leaving that cabin at all. After he had taken you the last time, he had carried you into the bath and beneath the warm spray of the shower, only to leave you on your own.

Strange-

Taking the offered opportunity, you quickly tried to clean yourself from any evidence of the night, even though you knew it would be only a reason of time until he would take you again.

Satisfied with your cleaner state, you grabbed one of the offered towels and dried your body, careful with the bruises the male had left behind the last couple of hours.

Finished, you contemplated for a second to wrap the towel around your body to get something between you and him, but you decided against it in the end; because one: you did not anger the soldier again and two: why stretch the unavoidable with wearing things he would just rip of your body.

Still uncomfortable with your current situation and state, you made your way back to ´your´ room. With your head hanging low.

To your surprise was the room empty and you sat onto your bed, with your covers -he must have brought them into your room while you were in the shower- pulled to your chest for warmth and back resting against the headboard. You did not want to get the bed wet with your hair, like it would happen should you lay down.  

And so, you waited.

Waited for anything and nothing.

Waited for the male to return.

Waited for your future to happen.

Yes, you were exhausted, not only in your body but your mind as well, but there was still adrenalin pumping through your veins and fear about angering the male burning in your heart. You just couldn’t lay down and sleep.

It took another hour or so, until the man returned to the room again, fully dressed and a tablet in his hands. His skin looked pale and eyes tired, but not from exhaustion. It was a different time of tiredness. Without sparing you a glance, your captor walked towards the little table and placed the tablet down.

“There is food and water. Eat- drink- sleep.”, he stated, walking back out of the door and leaving you alone again- confused.

What? Why? Did he just- He was completely different, like another person-

Neither hungry, nor thirsty, you finally were able to lay down and let sleep take over your exhausted and hurting body.

___

“Who are you? Why are you here? - I know I was ordered to not kill you, but why are you here? And what happened last night? How did you make me do that?”, you finally recognized your captors voice whispering those words.

What I made him do?

“I can barely control myself right now. Just being near you, just knowing you are this close- “, he whispered a tat darker and closer than before, “I know you are naked beneath those sheets. And there is this burning urge inside of me. An itch that won´t leave. That only good better after-. Who are you girl. And what did you do with HIM?”

Because if I had declined, the damn Widow would have made! I hope those two are not doing too well. I pray mosquitos bite them where they can´t reach to scratch. Whoever listens knows they deserve it!

His fingers caressed your jaw, his thumb brushing over your mouth.

“Those words you said. They triggered something. I don´t know what it is, but I am sorry for everything I did and will do. I don’t know who I am, or what I am capable of.”, he continued, still whispering.

What the fuck is going on? Why is he like this? Is he saying he can´t do anything against this? That he is not in charge of his own body?

“I only know that I was able to think clearer after every time- after I- I took you. But with every passing second my mind goes hazier and hazier again, it is like I forget myself all over again.”, the soldier almost sobbed, his hand still gently caressing your face, “I don’t know what to do. Where to go and what I am at the moment. Who am I? I would tell you to go and run. As far away as you can. But I fear I will forget and go and hunt you down to bring you back. You couldn’t get away from me or die out there. There is nothing in a three-day walking radius than bears, wolves and other things that will happily eat you.”

Not that I wanted to run, but good to know that it would be my certain death if I try.

“You are allowed to walk freely now. But stay out of my room. I will try and stay away from you as long as I can think straight. I think there should be enough food in the pantry to last for a few weeks.”, he told you, even though he must have thought you were asleep, before you heard the rustling of his clothes and the door to your room closing. But no key was turned, and no lock locked.

Did he just place a barrier between him and me? I am confused. What did just happen?

___

You had fallen back asleep after another half an hour of confusion and trying to make sense out of everything the male had said to you during the night.

Getting up from your bed, you noticed a pile of neatly folded clothes had been placed on the chair and so you decided to take a closer look. Regardless the aching in your legs and lower belly, you made your way there.

Did he bring me clothing?

And indeed, he did. There on the chair were laying a pair of lose trousers, a top and a pullover; every single article was far to big for your body and you figured that this were spar clothes of your captor.

At least the trousers have a cord to fasten them, and I can roll up the legs and sleeves.

He said I am allowed to walk freely, right? Well, I think I will call out no matter what, just to make sure.

“I am going to leave my room now. If I am not allowed to do so, please let me know!”, you called out through the closed door, waiting a few seconds for an answer that never came.

I guess it is safe to go then…

Slowly, your body buried inside the huge pullover, you snailed your way towards the kitchen, where you assumed the male would be.

I should have just gone into the bathroom to get some water. But damn I would kill for some hot tea or so. Maybe there is something hidden in one of the cabinets?

You could hear your heart beat inside your ears, and it became louder with every step you took.

Please do not be in there. Please don’t be in there.

Repeating that mantra in your head over and over again, you summoned all your courage (and what you later would describe as suicidal tendencies) and stepped into the very same room that had caused you the big trouble the day before.

It was empty. At least that was what you thought at the first glance. But you were mistaken. Right next to the doorway you just stepped through stood the man of your current nightmare, unmoving and with his eyes concentrated on you. Indifferent to him, you only noticed him when you had reached the other side of the kitchen and you froze.

You feared a repeat of your last visit to this room was imminent, but to your surprise and relief did the male only stare at you, before taking a seat against the kitchen counter and taking a bite from whatever he had prepared for himself.

This promises to be interesting.

Taking an apple that had been placed in a bowl in the centre of the kitchen, you sat down on the opposite side of the table, your eyes never leaving his form.

You knew no matter how this encounter would pass, that would be the way the rest of your stay with the man would go by.

Part 5

AN 2.0: So what do you guys think ?!

Why is he suddenly totaly different to the night before?

Was Bucky ooc? and what do you think the reader will do now?

Will she try and run or will she stay?

Until next time and thank you for reading :)

~MaggY :)

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[hellfirenacht]

Okay so I've seen Eddie labeled as a sub, dom, and switch. But like imagine just plain old Eddie giving it to his girl from underneath. Arms wrapped around her back holding her to him while he thrusts up. Her head is so foggy she can only mewl and whine and he's just begging for her to cum. Not demanding, not asking if HE can cum. But like, "Gonna cum for me baby? You're there. I can feel it. Give it to me. Come on sweetheart, please." Kissing her shoulder when she tucks her face into his neck.

JUST, give me a minute while my soul comes back to my body.

FUUUUUUUCK, I want that. Eddie NEEDING his partner to cum, but not demanding it is exactly how I imagine Eddie. He wants to know that he just CAN, and every time he makes you cum gives him the ego boost he desperately needs.

[hellfirenacht]

Fuck it horny on main hours because I'm ovulating and bored.

Gator has a lipstick kink and likes the way your lipstick smears his cock.

[hellfirenacht]

Eddie thots tonight include imagining Eddie choking you. He’s got one hand clasped around your throat while the other grips your hip, steadying himself as he thrusts into you.

“You breathe when I tell you to breathe, Sweetheart. I’m in control.”

- @munson-blurbs 💚

Jesus lol

I feel like he doesn't even realize what he's doing at first, he's just going for it. You're into it but after you have to have a very clear discussion on choking.

(the amount of guys I've hooked up with who said "hey can I try something?" And then proceeded to push down on my WINDPIPE is too damn high.)