#Rucky’s Kinktober 2019
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Kinktober Masterlist
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Day 1 *Spanking*: Juicy Ham Steve X Reader
Day 2 *Dirty Talk*: Wet, Moister, Tony Tony X Reader
Day 3 *Edging*: Sense Of Life Doctor Strange X Reader
Day 4 *Double Penetration (or more)*: Who's Enchanting Whom? Tony X Strange X Reader
Day 5 *Glory Hole* *Voyeurismus*: Bird Watching Clint X Reader
Day 6 *Angry Sex*: Hold Position Steve X Reader
Day 7 *Sensory Deprivation*: Dark Room Bucky X Reader
Day 8 *Wax Play* *Ice Play*: Relax, Baby Bucky X Reader
Day 9 *Oral*: My Prince Loki X Reader
Day 10 *Plugs*: Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend Tony X Reader
Day 11 *Bondage/Restraints*: Japanese Style Doctor Strange X Reader
Day 12 *Biting*: The Oath Loki X Reader
Day 13 *Worship*: Fascination Bucky X Reader
Day 14 *Non-bed Surface (wall, car, floor, etc)* Getting Clean Bucky X Reader
#rucky’s kinktober 2019#my writing#kinktober#smut#bucky x reader smut#steve x reader#bucky x reader#tony stark#tony x reader#doctor strange
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Do You Trust Me?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: SMUT - fingering, teasing, bondage, sensory deprivation, blindfold
Words: 673
Square Filled/Daily Prompt/Prompt: Y1 - Kink: Held Down (BBB) / B3 - Taking Charge (SBB) / Kinktober Day 7 - Sensory Deprivation
Written For/Dedicated to: @buckybarnesbingo @star-spangled-bingo
Summary: Normally you're in charge in the bedroom, but you decided to give Bucky the reins to show him you trust him.
A/N: sorry for posting late again. The days have been crazy lately.
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The blindfold was soft and blocked most of the light out from your eyes save the sliver of the gray light from the crack below. You could hear him move as he secured your wrists and ankles to the straps attached to the bed frame, spreading you like a sacrifice.
"You trust me?" His gruff voice was low and soft, but you could hear the trepidation in his words. He needed your reassurance, your consent. He needed to know you trusted him.
"Bucky, you know I do. We have a safe word of gadget if I feel like things are too much," you breathed, your legs and arms resting the restraints: enough give that you wouldn't be sore. "Now, put on the music and trust me to trust you." You gave a gentle, reassuring smile.
"Okay," he whispered and you could hear him move before you felt the headphones cover your ears and the notes of Beethoven filled your hearing.
You couldn't see him.
You could hear him.
You couldn't touch him.
And you became hyper aware of where he could be. This song was almost over before you felt a slight touch to your shin, making you twitch. You wished you could see or hear him, wanting to know if he was smiling or concerned as the touch had disappeared.
"I'm okay," you whispered, reassuring him even if he didn't need it. "Please, continue my love."
It took a few moments before another light touch dragged up your other shin, stopping at your knee. It was bearable, but you craved more. You knew he was taking time, adjust being the one in control, it was something expected from him. The gentle caresses continued, staying on safe zones: forearms, shins, fingers, feet, building up slowly to where he switched to kissing. The first time his lips touched right on your left hip, you gasped and pulled on the restraints with the need to touch. You could feel his chuckle reverberate against your skin as he continued to place kisses along your hip then abdomen.
By now Beethoven was replaced by Mozart and fingers were teasing your nipples, pinching and pulling the sensitive buds before you could feel his mouth on your core. He had you moaning through your first release before the song changed again, this time his fingers followed Wagner. Each song change had him adjust what he was doing, and this one was a different pace, had more urgency to it.
He played it safe, but it was still exciting for you. You still couldn't predict what he would do as The Ride of the Valkyries was quick, building a climax but he made you wait for a good while, edging you during the entire song before making you come quickly during Pachelbel's Canon in D.
The music faded out, and you could softly hear him move about, removing the headphones slowly.
"I'm going to undo your legs first then arms," he whispered, doing so in a delicate manner only you knew was him.
Once you were released, he gathered you in his arms, pulling a soft, furry blanket you knew to be your favorite throw, around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.
"Now the blindfold." His voice still was velvety smooth, and when light hits your eyes, you noticed he had drawn the curtains at some point and lit a few unscented candles, making it easier for your eyes to adjust. You looked up at him, heart still hammering from the three or four (you'd lost count along the way) orgasms.
"You okay beautiful?" he whispered, fingers moving along your jaw.
You nodded, giving a tired yet pleased smile. "More than okay. You were wonderful. I will be asking for more once I've rested." You moved to give him a gentle kiss, your body relaxing into the soft warmth of him and the blanket.
"We need to do this again. Adding toys and temperature into it," you added, stifling a yawn.
"We'll see," he chuckled, "just rest now."
#rucky’s kinktober 2019#bbb19#star spangled bingo#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fanficiton
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Masterlist: Rae’s Kinktober
Surprise! I’m participating in Kinktober! I’m going to try to do every day. Because of this, I’m going to be doing drabbles (let me just say that it wasn’t until like last month that I learned that a “true drabble” is only 100 words). I thought it would be fun to do a word challenge on top of a kink challenge!
Obviously this challenge is all about the smut. SO PLEASE only 18+ readers!!! Specific warnings will be on each days post. Have fun! ;) Banner by @ruckystarnes
October 1 - Spanking, AO3
October 2 - Dirty Talk, AO3
October 3 - Edging, AO3
October 4 - Double Penetration (or more), AO3
October 5 - Glory Hole, AO3
October 6 - Angry Sex, AO3
October 7 - Sensory Deprivation, AO3
October 8 - Wax Play, AO3
October 9 - Oral, AO3
October 10 - Plugs, AO3
October 11 - Bondage/Restraints, AO3
October 12 - Biting, AO3
October 13 - Worship, AO3
October 14 - Non-bed Surface (wall, car, floor, etc), AO3
October 15 - Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen, AO3
October 16 - Masks, AO3
October 17 - Knife Play, AO3
October 18 - Orgy/Gangbang, AO3
October 19 - Dom Daddy/Little Girl, AO3
October 20 - Masturbation, AO3
October 21 - Breath Play, AO3
October 22 - Lingerie, AO3
October 23 - Public/Exhibition, AO3
October 24 - Body Swap, AO3
October 25 - Lap Dance/Striptease, AO3
October 26 - Seduction, AO3
October 27 - Face Sitting, AO3
October 28 - Swinging/SO Swapping, AO3
October 29 - Phone/Cyber Sex, AO3
October 30 - Grinding, AO3
October 31 - Aftercare, AO3
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Prude | Steve Rogers{
Pairing: Steve Rogers x black!reader
Word Count: 500
Warnings: smut, sex, foul language
Prompt: Day 2 - Dirty Talk
A/N: Day 2 for @ruckystarnes kinktober challenge!
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This was the first time you brought Steve home to meet your parents.
He currently has you bent over the sink in your childhood bathroom, sundress rucked up around your waist, your thong down by your ankles. He ruts into you hard and fast, his skin slapping against yours as you pray the running shower masquerades the noise. You bite down on the towel in your mouth and squeeze the sides of the small counter, your fingertips white from the pressure.
Your mother and father are just on the other side of the wall.
“You’re a filthy little girl,” he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and sticky, “You know that?”
You tried to fight him off, slapping at his wandering hands with your own as you brushed your teeth, preparing for bed. You kept your giggles at bay as his devilish fingers tickled your sides and that evil mouth nipped at your sensitive neck. I’m a good girl, you told him, I’ve never had sex in my parents house, and I don’t intend to.
Au contraire.
He’s doing it on purpose. He’s trying to ruin your good girl reputation because he wants to know that he’s the only mother fucker that’s ever made you shed one ounce of your morality. You’re such a prude, he’d always tease. He’s also getting back at your father. He was hard on him at dinner, reading Steve the riot act when it came to his little girl.
He reaches around your waist, his thick fingers slipping between the folds of your wet sex to tease your swollen, achy clit.
Steve chuckles as his fingers rub quick circles against you, “You like that baby? Hmm? Tell me you like it.”
You moan and stand slightly, resting your back onto his front as he wraps his long arm around your waist. You watch in the mirror as he drags his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of your wetness.
“God, I fucking love the way you taste. Such a sweet girl.”
You dig your manicured nails into his forearm that’s wrapped around your waist. Your legs start to quake as your orgasm builds - each word, every thrust dangerously close to making you come undone. Your walls tighten around him unexpectedly, causing the slightest hitch in his brutal pace.
“Ooh baby,” he coos right up against your ear, “I think your pussy loves me more than you do.” He chuckles again.
“Mmm, God,” You mumble as electricity flashes through you, “I fucking love you, Steven.”
“You’d better,” He grins, wrapping his fingers around your neck, “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” He whispers, his eyes watching your reflection in the mirror.
You brace yourself for impact, your walls quaking, sweat popping up on your brow, your mouth drying as the anticipation rises in your throat. A loud knock sounds through your room. You and Steve’s eyes widen as your stomach drops to your feet.
“What in the fuck is going on in there!”
#rucky's kinktober 2019#steve rogers#steve rogers x you#steve x you#steve x black!reader#steve rogers x black!reader#steve x black reader#steve rogers x black reader#marvel#mcu#captain america#steve rogers fanfic#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers fandom#avintagekiss24
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Kinktober 2019 Masterlist
It’s finally here! Kink, kink, kink EVERYWHERE!!!! PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS!!!!!
These will be my entries for @ruckystarnes Kinktober challenge. Please read all proper warnings! I can’t stress that enough! Come on! It even states it in the title, KINKtober! All this kink makes me think of neon lights! XD
Warnings: KINK, KINK, KINK! SMUT! MORE KINK & MORE SMUT!
Spanking {Steve Rogers X OFC}
Dirty Talk {Loki Laufeyson X OFC}
Edging {Brunnhilde X OFC}
Double Penetration {Steve Rogers X OFC X Thor Odinson}
Glory Hole {Bucky Barnes X OFC}
Angry Sex {Loki Laufeyson X OFC}
Sensory Deprivation {Loki Laufeyson X OFC}
Wax Play {Clint Barton X OFC}
Oral {Loki Laufeyson X OFC}
Plugs {Loki Laufeyson X OFC}
Bondage/Restraints {Loki Laufeyson X OFC}
Biting {Bucky Barnes X OFC}
Worship {Brunnhilde X OFC}
Non-bed Surface {Clint Barton X OFC}
Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen {Thor Odinson X OFC}
Masks {Bucky Barnes X OFC}
Knife Play {Bucky Barnes X OFC}
Orgy {Tony Stark X OFC}
Dom/Sub {Loki Laufeyson X OFC}
Masturbation {Steve Rogers X OFC X Bucky Barnes}
Breath Play {Tony Stark X OFC}
Lingerie {Brunnhilde X OFC}
Public/Exhibition {Steve Rogers X OFC X Bucky Barnes}
Body Swap {Tony Stark X OFC}
Lap Dance/Striptease {Thor Odinson X OFC}
Seduction { Thor Odinson X OFC}
Facesitting {Winter Soldier X OFC}
Swinging/SO Swapping {Tony Stark X OFC}
Phone/Cyber Sex {Steve Rogers X OFC X Bucky Barnes}
Grinding {Loki Laufeyson X OFC}
Aftercare {Steve Rogers X OFC X Bucky Barnes}
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KINKTOBER DAY 8: WAX PLAY
Word count: 794
Warnings: wax, slight pain, cursing, mentions of god/satan
Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x F Reader
A/N: “Au diable les bonnes manières!” Is a French expression (or at least we use it here in Quebec) that means something like “To hell with your good manners” or simply “Fuck your good manners.” Mon amour, means ‘My love”.
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“Oh my God!” She exclaims, words raspy from effort as he pounds her into the headboard. He pauses, taking his hand away from her throat.
“Him again,” he complains. “You know what..?” He pulls out, leaving her empty and aching.
“Luci, what the hell?”
“Oh, now we want to talk about hell? Too late, sugar,” he adds. “Turn around.” She obeys, her body shifting so her ass is in the air towards him. His satin robe is already on. He’s in no mood to play.
“Luci, what-”
“Hush. Let me test something, will ya?” He bends and gathers two candles from his nightstand. Two snaps of his fingers and they’re lit, quickly melting at the tip. He switches the light off, the sultry hue of the flames dancing around the room, creating an ambiance fit for a devilish night. The bed shifts at her feet; she takes a deep breath, not daring to look back.
“Let’s see what we can summon from this gorgeous body.” He slaps the crease between her ass cheek and thigh. There’s a short silence before she hums in pleasure, followed by his own approval when the print of his hand creeps onto her skin. He loves marking her. It makes him feel real. Alive.
“Alright,” he says, shy of a whisper but she takes the warning. The red candle is tilted, searing drops land on her thigh, slowly dripping between her legs before hardening.
“Fuck,” she hisses, her body tightening in response.
“Hmm, nope,” he says and proceeds to empty the black candle on the opposite ass cheek, then the red again, and he alternates until there’s enough wax on her bum to stick one candle on each side. He waits for the feet to mend with the drippings, then sits back onto his feet.
“Not what I was looking for.”
“Luci, plea- ah!” Her rebel thrust has the candles emptying on their own, the hot wax falling to the small of her back. Her hips come back to the bed, and she tries to stay still but his fingers begin to wander into her heat, teasing her further into agony.
“Sweet mortals… Such needy little creatures.” He inserts two fingers inside her and she groans, shivers running up her spine albeit the residue of molten wax that keeps dribbling onto her body.
“Fuck me,” she repeats over and over.
“Tsk. So vulgar! Pretty little tongue like yours,” he says.
“Au diable les bonnes manières!”
She squeaks when he dives into her without warning. He groans at the feeling. Mortals sure had sweet, wet pussies and he’d happily die burried in one. If he could die, that is...
“Thaaaat’s more like it!” He finds his unforgiving rhythm, each thrust whisking the candles with her ass, inevitably discarding the wax onto her back. It only takes a minute for the candles to threaten to fall and burn her - something that was out of the game. He holds onto them and tries to crack the thick layers of wax at the bottom, but the entire chip tears off of her skin, revealing the red, swollen mark they left.
“Fantastic ass, mon amour,” he praises. He blows the candles out, but keeps them in his hand.
“Luci, I’m…” He reaches for her hair and pulls her head back, arching her body until her arms leave the mattress and she finds herself glued to his chest.
“I know, sugar. That tight little cunt is milking me so well.”
He pushes her down, twisting her shoulders so she falls onto her back, and he sinks into her again, going as deep as he can. He has her holding her feet by her head, taking advantage of his free hands to light the candles; their proximity makes on single flame, causing the wax to melt faster. He pours the mixture of colours onto the valley between her breasts.
“I’d say red and black suit you well for a sweet little creature like you,” he says as he looks at his art over her body, then at the way her eyes begin to roll back. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
He follows his demand with several hard thrusts and as if the words weren’t enough, the last drops of wax over her nipples has her falling over the edge. Her body contorts in euphoria, words becoming inaudible as she expresses her gratitude. Her soft whimpers and cries take him with her. He’s quick to pull out and add another layer to the spectre of colour on her body.
“Holy hell,” she finishes.
“Right. Know who you belong to, sugar. I don’t want to hear his name ever again.”
“Of course Luci. You know I love you,” she adds.
“Okay… let’s not get ahead of ourselves here,” he says with a smirk, unable to say the words but his mind screams otherwise. “Let’s have a shower before bed so I can take care of you.”
#Rucky's kinktober 2019#lucifer x reader#lucifer fic#lucifer morningstar#my writing#lucifer smut#wax play#tw: pain#tw: satan
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Day 2: Wet, Moister, Tony
Summary: Tony's clearly been working way too hard the last day. Time for you to distract him.
Pairing: Tony & F!Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+ only!)
Prompt: Day 2 *Dirty Talk*
My second contribution to @ruckystarnes Kinktober Challenge. But my first time for Tony…
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One of those working days when time just doesn't go by. The minute hand of the clock is ticking... Ticking... Simply does not tick further and the hour hand does not need to be mentioned at all. Frozen is the best description for his condition.
Although you almost the office blanket on the head falls, you regret Tony still the most. He's been locked up in his office for days, working obsessively on a new business plan. He had made so many incredible promises to his shareholders at the last board meeting that he was now under immense pressure.
But Tony Stark wouldn't be Tony Stark if he weren't so terrific and furious. Perhaps with too much coffee, too little sleep and very, very much sugar. But the result will knock everyone out of their socks.
Slowly a little indecent idea forms in your head as you watch your boss and secret swarm through the glass doors of his office. As his secretary and second hand, there will certainly be a way for you to relax and distract him a little. Otherwise there is a danger that smoke will still be steaming from his ears...
The already opened and sorted daily mail is still on your desk and you spontaneously decide that now is the best time to bring it to Tony.
Without knocking or telling you otherwise, you enter his office. But not before you've opened the top two buttons of your white blouse. All right, then. The third one also screams to be loosened.
As usual, you put the mail on the side of his desk and take some time to arrange the individual pages. Only now does Tony notice your presence and briefly raise his gaze to thank you. But instead of looking you in the eye, his gaze lands directly in your neckline. Captivated by the surprisingly deep sight, you can literally see how Tony's brain is suddenly no longer able to formulate even one rational thought.
"Because of you, I'm already wet today..."
Tony blinks wildly, his brain tries desperately to process this new information. In vain. "Excuse me?"
"And it doesn't matter, because I don't wear panties."
Tony's mouth is open. Now he has finally understood you. Most intelligent man in the world? Well. Perhaps the smartest, but not the fastest...
"I really should stop thinking about your penis all day long," you say and leave the office right away without paying any attention to your boss.
Irritated, Tony leans back in his armchair. What was that, please? He's really used to you a lot. Your clever, sometimes nasty, sometimes funny sayings, your quick comprehension and your perseverance are just a few of the qualities that have made you his most important employee.
But you have never let him look so deep.
In order not to let Tony get the wrong ideas, you don't leave him five minutes in peace. Quickly you type a short email and send it as "IMPORTENT" over to the other office.
Through the glass door you can watch Tony's attention being drawn from the papers to his laptop. Even from a distance, you can see Tony's eyebrows rise. Now you have him on the hook for good.
Your own email box makes a short beep and you curiously open your boss's answer.
Sent:
"I want to cuddle with you - that I feel your stiff penis pressed against my ass."
Receive:
"Do you really want that?"
With a smile you look over to the office. Tony looks at his files again, but you know he's just waiting for an answer. Quickly type your answer and send the mail.
It doesn't take a minute and Tony is standing in the glass door. "What do you think if we both quit for the day and maybe do something else?"
Your smile turns into a big grin. Mr. Tony Stark. Philanthropist. Billionaire. Genius. Hopelessly distracted.
Sent:
"I want you to push me to the ground and fuck me hard from behind."
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Reckless
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: vaginal vibrator, butt plug, teasing, public teasing
Words: 733
Square Filled/Daily Prompt/Prompt: N3: Meeting the other Avengers (SSB) / U2: Kink:Vibrator /Kinktober Day 10 - Plugs
Written For/Dedicated to: @star-spangled-bingo / @buckybarnesbingo
Summary: Bucky always gets ideas on what would be adventurous for you two, but this time he might have gone too far.
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Bucky always got ideas.
It was his idea to go cliff diving.
His idea to go to St. Lucia for just the weekend.
When you guys decided to drive half a day to the Midwest to go to a renaissance faire? That was Bucky.
And his ideas for in the bedroom were equally fun and exciting: bondage, temperature play, floggers, handcuffs. You never had a dull moment and you trusted him completely until he offered to use a plug on you.
"You know butt stuff is a yellow limit for me," you stated cautiously, holding the black silicone plug. It was small, not as bulbous as the ones you've seen in the pornos you and Bucky watched.
"That's why I got you this one. Its light, petite, good for beginners. It's just slightly bigger than my thumb, and you take that eagerly."
You felt heat creep up your neck to you cheeks as you looked at the plug, sighing in resignation. "Fine," you added, "but I'm gonna put it in." You couldn't help but smirk at the frown he gave you, but there was a look in his eyes that made you slightly worry.
Once you went to the bathroom and nestled the plug in, you emerged with pink cheeks and a sheepish look.
"You okay, doll?" Bucky asked softly, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Yeah, it feels...different to walk around with something there. Definitely different than during sex. So," you trailed off.
"Oh!" Bucky went to the dresser and pulled out your lush toy and you couldn't help but smile. You did love when you had the toy nestled in your core and he controlled it while you both were out. You took the pink toy and slipped your hand under your skirt, slipping it in smoothly.
"Anything else?"
He shook his head and hooked his arm, you taking it to leave. As you settled yourself in the passenger seat, you felt a low hum and knew he just started the play. He drove for a while, adjusting the intensity and speed every few blocks before you noticed you were on a familiar street.
"Where are we?" you breathed, fingers gripping the door handle as the vibrations moved through your walls and with the plug there it felt more intense than usual.
"I forgot I told the team I was gonna introduce you tonight," he replied with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder.
You looked at him, slacked jawed and wide eyes. "Forgot, my ass," you panted, the waves tightening the coil in you. He just gave you a smile and turned the toy down to that light hum that could get you off quickly.
"A promise is a promise."
"You better play nice."
"Hard to know what I'll do when my hand is in my pocket and thumb on the screen without looking."
"Bucky," you moaned.
"Say my name like that again, I'll have to turn it on high while you're shaking Tony's hand." He chuckled as you tried to growl, but giving a guttural moan instead.
He turned the toy off when you got to the compound and escorted you inside, his hand in his pocket. You were nervous already meeting his friends but to know he could turn the toy on made you even more on edge. Just as you walked through some double doors you felt the familiar hum again. You gave your boyfriend the side eye just as several people came into view.
Introductions would have been fine if Bucky didn't take that damn phone out and messed around a bit, making you wait for him to turn the vibrations up, but you gasped silently when you felt the plug start to buzz in tandem of the pink toy you clenched.
You slightly squeezed Clint's hand when you got introduced and almost stumbled after letting go of Tony's. You could barely answer any questions, humming to some and nodding to others. When you were ready to tell Bucky you're ready to go, Tony interrupted.
"You two are staying for dinner." It wasn't a question at all.
"Sure we are," Bucky replied, giving you a smile.
You stomach twisted at the thought of sitting with the two toys buzzing inside you trying to be polite. You made a mental note to get back at your man later. You might need to ask Natasha for some help, or Sam, as those were the two that Bucky complained about the most. But you had to make it through dinner first.
#star spangled bingo#bbb19#rucky’s kinktober 2019#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fanficiton#bucky barnes fanfic
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Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader
Warning(s): Smut 18+
Word Count: 100
Notes: This is my October 27th entry to @ruckystarnes Kinktober writing challenge.
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“Everyone’s downstairs. Take your pants off.”
You palm at his zipper hating how needy it was.
“No!”
“No?”
“Maybe I don’t want to be your dirty little secret any more.”
You can’t help but raise your brow. You hated Stark; as much as you could hate a man who you fucked. He’s flopped in protest across the chaise of Steve’s civilian apartment.
“If you want it so bad, ride my face. Cum before they get back, we tell everyone about us.”
“If I don’t?”
One briny goatee and two flushed cheeks later the team sits for an announcement.
#Rucky’s Kinktober 2019#kinktober#Tony x reader#Tony x female reader#Tony stark smut#Tony stark#my writing#my fics
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October 18th: Orgy/Gangbang
Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader
Warning(s): Smut 18+, Orgy/Gangbang, Sex Club, Swinging, let’s just throw all the kinks into one
Word Count: 100
Beta Reader: My darling honey bun, @supersoldiersruined-me
Notes: This is my October 18th entry to @ruckystarnes Kinktober writing challenge.
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“I want to see how many people foam at the mouth to fuck my little one,” Tony said stripping you nude and making you strut to the bar. You needn’t flag the bartender, several takers had offers waiting.
“Look at you, the prize of the entire club.”
Neon lights pulse synchronized waves in time with the music and your cunt. You’re nearly there. Each gush and pump of cum felt a compliment. In the flurry of bodies you search for his eyes; his praise.
His permission.
You cum with a stranger in every hole but his name on your lips.
#Rucky’s Kinktober 2019#Tony stark x reader#Tony x reader#Tony x female reader#Tony stark smut#my writing#my fics
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Day 5: Bird Watching
Summary: Clint slowly falls the blanket on his head in his secret hideout. Fortunately, he can distract himself with bird watching.
Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+ only!)
Prompt: Day 5 *Glory Hole* *Voyeurismus*
Another contribution to @ruckystarnes challenge. But today I used a Joker and changed the topic "a little bit". ;)
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The mission promised to pass quickly and easily. Find the target, observe, analyze, report and disappear again. It was promised to complete the whole mission in 48 hours. Mafia bosses usually don't stay long in one place.
To Clint’s boundless disappointment, this mafia boss was unfortunately one of the less experienced types. Instead of moving on after 48 hours and annoying another agent, he made himself more comfortable in his confiscated penthouse.
Clint, on the other hand, slowly but surely fell the blanket on his head. The 1-room-apartment opposite the penthouse had a fantastic view over, but unfortunately Clint narrowed it down hour by hour.
Restless and nervous, Clint walked up and down the small room. The Mafia boss hadn't risen from his sofa for more than five hours. In the beginning Clint had watched him through the big binoculars with recording function, but already after one hour he had renounced it. A woman in a short skirt served her boss colorful drinks and every now and then a henchman came by and informed him about the current "business figures". Clint hadn't seen so little action in a long time...
Clint's cell phone gave a short beep. He did not need to look at the illuminated display to know which reminder was being displayed.
Instead of watching the Mafia boss from the northern window, he turned to the eastern window. From this window, the adjacent residential building could be seen. The apartments were small and many families and singles lived there.
He was not interested in the many windows on the different floors. He was only interested in five very special windows: those of your apartment.
Just as Clint had expected, the door of your apartment opened and you stepped inside. Exhausted, you throw the front door key onto the small cupboard next to the door and kick the shoes of your feet. Clint could only guess your exhausted but relieved smile from a distance. As he learned from a short Internet search, you work for a big insurance company as a successful department manager. For your career you must put up with a lot of overtime, which is why this weekend will hopefully only bring you rest and relaxation.
Judging by the bag in your hand, you chose Indian food that evening. Except for a small breakfast in the morning, you only used your kitchen to read the newspaper. Apparently you are not an enthusiastic cook.
As on the last days you jump briefly into the shower before you continue your evening ritual. In eager anticipation Clint pulls the armchair to the window. At last, he feels a certain peace germinating in him.
To Clint’s disappointment, the bathroom is in the back of the apartment and he has no choice but to wait for your return. It only took a few minutes and the door of your bathroom opens again. Tense, Clint sits upright in the armchair. Your figure glides through the apartment and Clint draws in the air sharply. As on the last evenings you have chosen a very discreet leisure outfit: completely naked.
"Oh, my little sparrow...", whispers Clint and rubs his wet palms against his trousers. His eyes greedily follow your every move. You drape the Indian food on a tray and pour yourself a large glass of red wine before you sit down comfortably on the large sofa. You didn't drink a glass of wine the last few evenings, which is why Clint assumes that you want to enjoy this evening especially.
You take your time eating, zap through the hundred TV channels and enjoy the velvety wine on your lips. Clint could see your breasts rocking as you bent over to place your glass on the small sofa table or reach for the remote. Full and heavy, they trembled with every movement and Clint imagined that the room temperature only needed to drop by one, maybe two degrees and your nipples would become hard.
How would you react if a cool draft of air grazed along your small, sensitive pussy? Would you flinch? Feel uncomfortable? Or put something on? Maybe a sexy thong? Or a panty?
Clint shakes his head and tightens his jaw. Hopefully that won't happen! The sight of your rosy pussy is a true work of art.
Meanwhile you had finished your dinner and drank the glass of wine. Relaxed you lie stretched out on the sofa and seem to have decided for a film. Clint can't see the TV, but judging by your tied look, it seems to be a very exciting movie.
Clint is just wondering what you've chosen when he notices your hand wandering down your belly, deeper, deeper, deeper and deeper, until it comes to rest between your thighs.
Clint almost jumps out of his chair as he sees your legs fall further apart. You continue to sag, your other hand finds your full chest. Clint had so often imagined covering your chest the same way. To weigh, knead and massage the full weight in his hands.
Your hand between your legs moves faster and faster. Are you circling your sensitive bundle of nerves? Do your fingers pump an erotic rhythm? From this distance, Clint can only imagine the wonderful teasing that makes your body vibrate with tension.
Suddenly you squeeze your legs together and your head deeper into the soft sofa cushion. Your chest is lifting and lowering heavily. As if petrified, you lie with your hand between your legs on the sofa. Only slowly your legs start to fall apart again and Clint believes to see how your hand and rosy pussy glisten moistly.
Yes, Clint's current assignment isn't exactly exciting. But he could watch the little sparrow in front of his window for hours...
#rucky’s kinktober 2019#clint barton#clint barton x reader#clint barton smut#smut#my wriring#kinktober
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Day 6: Hold Position
Summary: Steve has some things to clear with his colleague.
Pairing: Steve Rogers & Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+ only!)
Prompt: Day 6 *Angry Sex*
Me again for @ruckystarnes writing challenge. This time I have Steve with me.
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She pulled her dirty shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor without further ado. Steve pulled up an eyebrown but denied any further comment. There were more important things to clarify than her constant disorder. He can devote enough time to the subject later.
"When I say: 'stay on your post' I mean it - not 5m left or right of it."
"But I didn't see anything there," she exclaims and presses her hands into her hip. Men - always want to be right, although every clear-thinking woman can recognize the mistakes within seconds.
With her eyes pinched, she watches the captain take off his heavy boots. To his indignation, she had already left hers in the jet and was now only running through the tower on dirty socks. Also, such a topic that he still must clarify with her.
"Then you should have informed me, waited and not acted arbitrarily! Steve's tone doesn't lose any of its sharpness, not even when his voice is dampened by the fabric of his shirt, which he pulls over his head. He can't help picking up her shirt from the floor and throwing it together in the basket with the dirty and contaminated laundry in the locker room.
She just twists her eyes - in response to his orderly rank or order, but he can't say.
"If you want me to inform you about every little thing, I'll talk one more ear off!"
Irritated, Steve pauses in his movement, his trousers not yet pulled all the way down over his knees.
"What does 'should inform' mean here? You must inform me about everything!
Snorting she throws her trousers at least near the laundry basket, even if she lies 2 m in front of it. She can throw grenades clearly unerringly.
"Of course 'Steve, I have to pee', 'Steve, my leg fell asleep', 'Steve, I'm lying in an anthill'!"
Her croaking and tearful voice makes a vein on Steve's forehead stand out.
Two long steps and he has her trapped between himself and the cupboards. She draws in the air sharply, the cool steel in her back a surprise.
Steve doesn't let her open eyes stop her. His big hands reach down her shoulder, hook under the straps of her bra, and slip them over her arms. Before Steve even has the idea of tearing her bra off her chest, she reaches behind her back and opens the clasp. Steve has already torn enough bras and panties. If things go on like this, Coulson will surely notice the high cost of underwear on her bill...
The bra slides down her arms, lands on the floor. For once, Steve doesn't mind at this moment. His hands embrace the full hills and his rough thumbs keep stroking over her sensitive nipples, which become harder and harder as he touches them.
She takes off her panties and wraps a leg around Steve's hip. She pulls him closer to her, pressing her already wet vagina against the not-to-be-ignored bump under Steve's boxer shorts. Slowly she lets her hips circle and Steve suppresses a growl, his best piece getting harder by the minute.
Steve just pushes his boxer shorts down a bit and with a jerk of his hip it slides completely down. Steve puts his hands on her hip and lets her wander to her bottom. He briefly kneaded her full cheeks, then grabbed them firmly and lifted them up.
Both had no intention of losing any more time. Steve's tail pressed against her sensitive lips and in a quick movement he pressed fully into them. Groaning, she threw her head back. The sweet pain of being so suddenly so completely filled blurred and left behind is only tingling sensation.
She wraps her long legs around Steve's hip and asks him to finally move. He withdraws again, so far that only his tip remains in her and then pushes back again. Together they find a fast rhythm, their breath hot.
Their lips wander over Steve's cheek, searching for his demanding lips. Her tongue demands entry and Steve grants it with a moan. The kiss is sloppy, teeth meet, her tongues dance together.
Steve's hand wanders between her bodies and finds her delicate bundle of nerves. Even before he even starts to devote himself directly to it, she moans his name.
Her innermost cramps around Steve and he tilts his hip backwards, penetrating deeper into her. Finally, Steve meets this fabulous place in her heart and all the sweet tension is released. Waves of euphoria spill over her.
Steve follows her at the same time - groaning, he pumps his hot juice deep into her.
Breathing heavily, Steve wants to detach herself from her, but she still crosses her legs behind his back. Demanding, she pushes herself towards him and purrs: "Are you going to leave me already?
Steve moves a few centimeters away from her, looks deep into her eyes. "No matter what you have in mind now, our discussion is not over yet!
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Day 3: Sense Of Life
Summary: Doctor Stephen Strange had lost the most important thing in his life: his purpose in life. Is it possible for you to give back his purpose in life?
Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange & F!Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+ only!)
Prompt: Day 3 *Edging*
My third contribution to @ruckystarnes Kinktober Challenge. Today we celebrate the day of "German Unity" in Germany with a day off. It is so wonderful to be able to write in bed.
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Doctor Stephen Strange, better: M.D., Ph.D. Stephen Strange, had a lot to be proud of. His successful studies, his many doctorates, his talent in the operating theatre, his penthouse, his Lamborghini... All this he owed exclusively to his skilful and talented fingers.
His fingers are long and narrow, his ankles slightly wider than the actual limb of the fingers. The light fingers end with wide, round fingernails, which optically lengthen the fingers even more.
Yes, Dr. Stephen Strange's entire pride and sense of life was based exclusively on his hands.
However, the serious traffic accident had taken his hands from him. Why his hands? Broken legs, dislocated shoulders, flesh wounds... All this would have been painful, but these injuries would not have taken away his purpose in life. Pain passes. But how do you find a new meaning in life?
Stephen asked himself this question so often that he already expected to find no new meaning. How could he? Without his hands, the basis of his entire existence?
Your tortured whimpering tears Stephen back into the here and now. Your naked body lies covered in sweat and stretched out under him. Your face is reddened, your hair is spread out like a fan around your head. With closed lids and trembling lips you struggle for air. Stephen's index and middle fingers are deep in your wet pussy, his thumb lying on your clitoris.
"Stephen, please..."; your voice trembles desperately. Slowly you open your heavy songs, pleadingly you look at him.
"My little one...", Steve's voice is liquid velvet - weighs you in false security, like the whole night. "Tell me what you want."
"Please... Let me... Let me... Let me...", you beg.
Stephen giggles darkly, your otherwise so clear mind veiled and exhausted.
His thumb circles over your clitoris again and a shiver makes you tremble. How often did Stephen lift you up into the air today and then drop you again? You had given up counting, given up hoping for salvation. Your limbs like liquid candle wax under Stephen's body.
Stephen lowers his lips over your nipple, his tongue slowly circles around your hard nipple. Humming you enjoy the tender and loving touch before a stabbing pain from your nipple shoots through your body. Stephen's teeth closed around your nipple and you're scared to hear a sharp scream. But the pain fades as Stephen starts sucking on your nipple again and teasing him with his tongue.
Furios circles his thumb over your bundle of tortured nerves and again the familiar tension in your body forms.
Slowly Stephen moves his long fingers back into your wet pussy. The smacking sound fills the otherwise quiet room and mixes with your ever louder moaning - the most beautiful music Stephen can imagine.
Stephen presses his ring finger against your entrance, another push and his finger penetrates it. His fingers stretch you completely and pleasurably and you stretch yourself even more towards Stephen.
Stephen's fingers touch this special spot in you and you rebel, breathlessly whimpering your lover's name.
"You good little child. Come for me," Stephen whispers against your breast and sucks on your nipple again.
He lets his fingers circle on your clitoris and inside you in the same rhythm and the tension in you explodes. Your vaginal walls cramp around Stephen Finger pulsating together and screaming in fulfillment and relief.
Yes, maybe Stephen Finger are no longer able to hold a scalpel, but they are still able to give you endless pleasure.
#rucky’s kinktober 2019#my writing#smut#doctor strange#doctor strange smut#kinktober#doctor strange x reader
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Stress Relief
Pairing: Sam Wilson x unknown!Reader x Bucky Barnes
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: SMUT - Oral (m!receiving), Rimming, fingering (m!receiving), Anal sex (m!receiving), consensual sex
Words: 1,238
Square Filled/Daily Prompt/Prompt: N3: Free Space / Kinktober Day 5- Glory Hole
Written For/Dedicated to: @sambuckyevents / @lostinthoughtsandfeelings
Summary: Sam takes Bucky to the back rooms at an adult store so he could relieve some stress
A/N: For some reason I wanna blame Ash for this...but really, it’s my own depraved mind...
“I’m not sure about this Sam,” Bucky groaned, following his friend into the adult store, flashing his ID to the lady behind the counter.
“Stop being a sour puss. It’ll be fun and you’ll be able to relax for once.” Sam turned down a hallway lined with doors finding one that had a red light above it. “Here, this one. C’mon.” He held the door open to let Bucky through and followed behind.
“This just feels wrong,” he grumbled, running a hand through his newly short hair, his eyes darting around the small, dark room. There was a tv on the wall playing an erotic film with very little taste and next to it was a shelf that held boxes filled with condoms, single packs of lube, tissues, and other things one would need. “You know we could just do this at home.”
“No,” Sam chuckled, “we can’t.” Before Bucky could say anything, he held up a hand then pointed to the wall. “Home doesn’t have this.” There was a small door about waist high that blended into the black wall. As Bucky looked the wall over, he noticed another slightly further down. “Familiar with a glory hole?”
Of course Bucky was. He watched Sam as he rounded him and took a condom and lube pack from the baskets and slipped them into his pocket.
“Now, there might be a girl or a guy over there slowly jerking themselves off, waiting for you to stick your cock through the hole behind that small door. Most likely, they’ll deep throat it before wanting it in them. And when that happens,” Sam’s voice dropped a few octaves, coming close to Bucky to whisper the rest in his ear. “I wanna fuck your ass.”
Bucky’s breath caught in his chest.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Sam teased, his hand moving over the front of Bucky’s jeans, fingers pressing lightly into the bulge forming under the coarse material. Nimble fingers popped the button open before sliding the zipper down, dipping into the waistband of his boxer briefs so he could palm his hardened length. Sam reached for the latch of the small door and flicked the hook, letting the door fall down with a thunk.
Bucky gave his lover one more look before he hesitantly slipped his cock through the soft silk screen, gasping when lithe fingers gripped him as lips wrapped around his tip, sucking gently. He felt Sam move, hitting a button on the TV, switching from the raunchy film to what seemed to be a live feed of the person in the next room. She was gorgeous, the grayscale gave him some idea how much curve was to her but more so how she looked wrapping her mouth and hand around his cock. He pressed himself to the wall, giving her more of himself. He could feel the telltale sign of fingernails dragging along the underside of him before she cupped his sack, fondling him in away that he had never been.
“How does it feel?” whispered Sam, his lips brushing against the shell of Bucky’s ear as his hand slipped down the back of Bucky’s pants while his foot kicked his lover’s feet apart. A finger pressed against Bucky’s tight entrance making him moan, fingers pressing into the black wall.
Bucky had a hard time trying to pay attention to everything going that he almost missed the mystery girl stop deep throating him to slip a condom on before sheathing herself on his cock. Even with the protection he could feel how wet and hot she was, even hearing her gasps and moans as she fucked herself, using him like a toy. Sam had been playing with his ass, tonguing his tight muscle before slipping two well lubed fingers into him, making Bucky jerk forward.
“Such a helpless one, aren’t you,” Sam breathed, adding a third finger and continued curling and working Bucky’s ass to get him ready for his cock. “Pressed against the wall, a girl fucking herself on your dick like its a toy, and your ass being greedy, begging for me to fuck it.”
Bucky whimpered when Sam removed his fingers, but he could hear him work the zipper of his own pants and the tear of a lube packet before feeling the hot tip of his lover’s dick press between his ass cheeks. It didn’t take much for Sam to be seated fully nor did it take long for either of them to find a rhythm. Bucky chanced a peek to the TV screen, watching the girl move over him, her hand playing with her clit. He could feel her walls grip him each time she would pull off, squeezing him to the point that he clenched around Sam.
“Jesus, babe,” Sam grunted, fingers digging into Bucky’s hips, “she’s working you like she hasn’t had a cock in months.”
The duel sensation had Bucky’s mind spiraling until the girl’s cunt quivered and began milking him while she moaned and cried out her release, setting off a chain reaction. Bucky reached back to grip Sam’s forearm as he spilled into the condom, grunting through each spurt. Sam felt his lover’s release and followed, pulling out once Bucky relaxed, disposing the latex.
After a short makeout session while cleaning up, both men pulled their pants up and gave each other a small smile.
“How you feeling?” Sam asked, fingers brushing a stray brown lock off Bucky’s forehead.
“Better,” he smiled and walked to the door. Once exiting, he heard the click of the door next to their room and out walked their mystery girl, flushed and gorgeous.
“Hey,” she smiled, voice quivering from either the fun they had or embarrassment that she was found out, even if she was a stranger.
“Hi,” Bucky replied, the awkwardness thick in the air. He felt Sam behind him, his hand on his hip as he extended his other to the girl.
“Hey there beautiful,” Sam smiled, always the charmer of the two. “You know, if you’re up for round two, you can come back to our place.” Bucky noticed the red in the girl’s cheeks when Sam winked. “I’m Sam, this is Bucky.”
“I-I-I know who you are,” she stammered, “just...can’t believe that it was you two. And you’re not joking about the round two?”
“Not at all. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
Damn, Bucky thought to himself with a smirk, Sam was smooth.
“Y/N,” replied the girl, finally taking the hand Sam offered, “and I can follow you.”
“Oh good,” breathed Sam, “the way you had my boy moaning made me envy that you were riding him and not me.”
Bucky rolled his eyes and began to make his way to the door, holding it open for Y/N but letting it close on his boyfriend. He offered to drive Y/N’s car for her so she couldn’t get loss, which she agreed to.
“Hey, just don’t get started without me,” Sam called, biting his lip before he climbed into the car, driving away.
“I wasn’t able to touch much while in there, so if he thinks I am going to be able to keep my hands to myself, he’s delusional,” smiled Bucky, opening the door for her before taking a seat behind the wheel.
He had Y/N coming twice before they arrived to the house, smirking at Sam when he pulled in the drive, as he licked his fingers clean.
#Rucky’s Kinktober 2019#sbbingo1#sam wilson x bucky barnes#bucky barnes x sam wilson#bucky barnes x reader x sam wilson#sam wilson x reader x bucky barnes
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October 23rd: Public/Exhibition
Pairing: 40′s Stucky x Female Reader (The Trio from Good Kids, Bad Ideas)
Warning(s): Smut 18+, Oral, Pre Serum Steve (yes that’s it’s own warning!)
Word Count: 100
Beta Reader: My darling honey bun, @supersoldiersruined-me
Notes: This is my October 23rd entry to @ruckystarnes Kinktober writing challenge.
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“Do you know where Steve is?” A friend asks.
You bite your lip, carefully crafted rouge be damned, composure nearly breaking. “Nuh uhhhhh.”
The New Years party swirls around you. Hell of a year. You’d never be sated with just a kiss for the ball drop; not after this.
“You like him on his knees, baby?” Bucky coos while everyone counts down around you. Counting down to your impending release.
3, 2, 1!
Champagne pops and so do you.
“I blame you for his behavior, Bucky.”
“What can I say, he tastes so delicious after being under your skirts, doll.”
#Rucky’s Kinktober 2019#stucky x reader#stucky x female reader#40'sStucky x reader#my writing#my fics
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October 10th: Plugs
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Warning(s): Smut 18+
Word Count: 91
Beta Reader: My darling honey bun, @supersoldiersruined-me
Notes: This is my October 10th entry to @ruckystarnes Kinktober writing challenge.
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“I have to ask… who wears the pants?”
Steve and Bucky clamber to make their cases while you wait patiently. Dating the two supersoldiers had been an adjustment for the entire team, but one handled with grace. When their assertions turned to bickering you decided to mediate.
“That would be me.”
With your final word you playfully slapped the behinds of both your boyfriends; no doubt jolting the weighted plugs against their sweet spots. Your hands lingered while their faces flush from the toying.
“Then again, I’m sure they knew that.”
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