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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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Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: SMUT - fingering, dirty talk, language
Words: 1,380
Square Filled/Daily Prompt/Prompt: Thor Bingo G3: Fingering / Kinktober Day 2 - Dirty Talk / Kitten’s Seven Deadly Sins - Lust
Written for/Dedicated to: @thorbingo / @siren-kitten-his / @youngmoneymilla
Summary: Reader is sexually frustrated but Thor makes her tell him what she wants before he even touches her
A/N: I wanna apologize to @siren-kitten-his for being EXTREMELY late for her challenge. Also, dirty talk is NOT a strong thing for me so I hope this achieves goals (yeah right)
Translations for some of the text—
Notaðu orðin þín. Segðu mér hvað þú vilt, ástin mín - Use your words. Tell me what you want, my Love
ástin mín - My Love
drottningin mín - my queen
“Notaðu orðin þín. Segðu mér hvað þú vilt, ástin mín,” Thor breathed against your ear as his fingers moved deftly over your arm and down your back, bringing goosebumps to the surface.
“Thor,” you whined as your hips moved against his side and your hand moved over his bare abdomen. It was early morning and you woke up with an aching need between your legs after having an exquisite dream of Thor eating you out, and it was what you wanted when you woke up. But your god of a husband wanted you to use your words, tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to you. His fingers on your skin drove you mad with want, making it slick between your naked legs.
“Words, ástin mín,” he practically growled, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “I want to hear what you want me to do to you from those pretty lips of yours.” His fingers moved along your hip causing you to buck into his, moaning slightly.
“Thor, please.”
Thor chuckled at the way your body heated up in a whole body blush as his fingers continued to caress your skin lightly, sending your already buzzing nerves on even higher alert.
“Words,” he repeated, “I will give you whatever you want after you tell me.”
He shifted, turning to his side and pushing up so he could look down at your body, your head resting on his forearm keeping him up. A finger dragged along your collarbone, your body writhing under the touch. He chuckled when you let out a frustrated moan, hips coming off of the bed as your legs fell open. You knew he would wait until you told him explicitly what you wanted.
After another whimper, you took a deep breath and wrapped your fingers around his wrist to move his hand to the apex of your thighs, making him feel the heat through your sweatpants. He flexed his fingers so he wasn’t touching again, his lips parting but you spoke before he could reiterate about using your words.
“I–I want to…” You could feel your face heat up as the awkwardness spread through your body, making everything feel like it was on fire. You weren’t one that excelled at asking for something, let alone something regarding to sex.
“Yes, ástin mín?” he whispered softly, his breath fanning against your face as he leaned in, his hand barely touching you.
You turned your head away from him as your eyes closed trying to will yourself to say the words, mumbling them.
“I’m sorry,” Thor smile, his hand now moved to your chin to force you to face him, even though your eyes still didn’t open. “I didn’t hear you, ástin mín. Look at me and say it again.”
A small protest sounded before you opened your eyes.
“I want you to bring me to the edge only to deny me until I am a moaning, weeping mess,” you whispered and you could see his bright blue eyes darken with something lascivious. “Then I want you to take me with my legs up on your shoulders…”
“So you could come all over my cock, milking me dry?” he rasped, his lips grazing yours just ever so slightly. The way he said it had you dripping, pressing your thighs together to relieve the ache he caused. You nodded as you licked your lips, thinking how powerful that orgasm would be when finally given. You gasped when he leaned forward to drag his nose along your jaw, fingers moving along the neckline of your tank then lightly over your breasts making your nipples peak achingly.
“I wouldn’t be done after that, ástin mín,” he added, voice thick with lust, “After I filled you, I would part these glorious legs of yours to see my work before leaning in to kiss and lick you clean of our mixed juices before I take you again.”
“Fuck,” you moaned, your legs opening for him when his hand reached the hem of your pants, sliding beneath to run a callused finger over your clit that had you moaning in a high pitched whine.
“So sensitive,” he stated with amusement as he continued to work the sensitive nub before kissing your jaw softly, moving slowly to your neck. His fingers dipped lower to part your folds and you could feel the smile against your skin. “So wet for me, ástin mín. How long have you been thinking about us fucking?” The crude word made your legs close as you moan, earning a chastising look from your lover and you spread your legs for him again. He removed his hand, and at first you thought maybe he was stopping as he was getting off the bed only to walk to the end. His large hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, fingers moving along your waistband before pulling both your pants and panties down, tossing them to the side.
“So, weeping mess?” he asked with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and his blue eyes sparking. You managed to prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, face red and biting your lip. “That I can do, my lady.” He knelt, hands keeping your legs apart as he leaned forward to lick a broad stripe over your mound, your head falling back and eyes closing in pure bliss.
Before you could even tell him how good it felt, his lips were around your clit as his finger prodded your entrance then slipping into your soaking heat. The evasion had your hips coming up off the bed, your fingers carding though his blond locks and pulling him further against you.
“Words,” he chuckled, the vibrations of his voice doing delicious things to your clit had you squirming and whining.
“Thor,” you managed out as your chest heaved, “Please, I want more.” Your voice rose when he curled his finger against that spot that sent a buzz through your body. Your lover obliged and added another thick finger, joining the other in the slow and firm stroking. You could feel yourself coming close to the edge and true to what you wanted, Thor withdrew his fingers and lips from you, hands massaging your thighs as his eyes trained on your face. He waited until your breathing returned to normal before he slid his two fingers into you again, this time his thumb rubbed circles against your aching nub so his mouth could trail kisses along your torso, taking one of your nipples between his lips, rolling the bud with enough pressure to make you gasp.
“So pretty when you’re needy,” he rasped, fingers curling to run along your quivering walls repeating continuously until you were panting only to have him withdraw once again causing you to whimper.
“Look at that beautiful cunt of yours,” he smiled, “already missing my fingers. Needy to be filled.” He bit down on your nipple before laving it with his tongue to soothe the pain and slid his fingers into your core again. This time, the pace was demanding, pads of his fingers stroking the same spot over and over until your legs were shaking almost violently.
“That’s it drottningin mín,” he breathed as he placed kisses along your breasts and up your neck. “Come for me. I want to feel your walls squeeze my fingers like it milks my cock.” With a circle of your clit and a curl of his fingers, you fell over the edge, screaming his name as your fingers dug into his hard, broad shoulders. He never let up, stroking you through the orgasm as he sucked a mark on your neck while your body convulsed through another pulsating release. You whimpered, legs trembling from the pleasure he gave you.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, his fingers moving lightly over your folds. “I know you wanted to be denied, but the way you looked so hungry for release I just couldn’t wait to see you fall.” He stood, pulling his shorts down to release his massive cock, hardened fully that it slapped against his abdomen. “Now, I cannot wait to make you come all over my cock several times.”
#rucky's kinktober 2019#kitten's seven deadly sins#thorbingo2019#thor x reader#thor odison x reader#thor smut#thor odinson smut#marvel kinktober#aural#ruckystarnes
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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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Day 9: My Prince
Summary: Loki's upset after Thor climbed the Tron at Asgard. His young maid tries to help him relax.
Pairing: Loki & Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+ only!)
Prompt: Day 8 *Oral*
For @ruckystarnes Kinktober Challenge!
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Nothing was further from her mind than to accept to serve the royal family. But now she lay here, bedded on soft pillows and noble furs, awaiting the appearance of Prince Loki. The palace diners reported of his inability to cope with the defeat against his brother Thor. For the first time in his life he could not convince his father or the people of his superiority. Muscles over reason, violence over cunning.
The big folding doors swing open and with a flowing cape Prince Loki storms into his chambers. His face is petrified, his eyes glow with anger and disappointment.
With a quick glance, he tells his maid to get up from his bed and help him undress. Her silky robe caresses her curves, which Loki looks at with appreciation. It was his decision to exchange the actual woolly frocks of his lack for silk and airy clothes. After all, a king - a prince - had the right to surround himself with beauty and wealth. This right did not end at his personal court.
Loki lets the heavy cape fall to the ground, her gentle hands stroking over his shoulders, arms, freeing him from his armor. Every piece of light, cold skin she caresses with her fingers, traces the blue veins that emerge.
His shoulders are tense, his posture even straighter than usual.
"I heard that King Odin was not enthusiastic about your appearance," the young maid tried to tease her masters.
Loki firmly embraces the wrist of his lack, piercing his gaze: "I forbid you to say anything about my father or brother".
She nods in recognition of his words, surprised by his sharpness. Prince Loki, known for his calm and coldness, releases her wrist and turns to his bed. Without further comment or gaze, she drapes his armour, cleaning up the chamber according to his instructions.
Meanwhile the prince had stretched out on his bed, naked and lost in thought. Her work was finished, the young woman sent to leave the chamber, but her master told her to sit at his head. He seems to give no further instructions - to give her any more attention at all.
Tenderly, she begins to stroke long strands of his black hair from his face. Her fingers gently stroke his hardened jaw. Slowly he begins to relax, his shoulders loosen and his gaze rests on her figure. When she notices his wandering attention, she takes her robe off her shoulders, opens the golden belt and drops the dress to the ground.
She slightly changes her sitting position, now next to Loki's head. Again, she begins to drive along his jaw, bends deeper down to him, her full breasts dancing before his eyes. Her fingers stroke his Adam's apple, feel his movement, lower down his collarbone, across his entire chest. Loki is not as muscular as his brother, sinewy and yet his whole figure radiates inhuman strength.
Sunk in her observations, she flinches as Loki puts his cold hand on her thigh. Paying no attention to her chills, he kneads her soft flesh, strokes her leg with his long fingers until he grasps firmly.
Your master does not need words to express his wish. She straightens up and wants to sit further down to his legs as he pinches again.
Irritated, she looks at him with big eyes, not understanding what he is asking.
"Over my face,' he commands in a stern voice, his head bedded on the soft pillows.
Still not convinced of the situation, she crawls up to the headboard of the bed. Slowly she pushes one leg over Loki's head, impatiently grabbing her calf, and she finally makes room next to it. She sinks into the soft pillow, her uncovered center dangerously close to his face. He takes no time to admire her rosy pussy, but instead pushes his arms through her legs, presses his fingers into her buttocks and pushes her into position he imagines.
Heat and shame rise in her as she sits on Loki's face. His lips are cool and hard, and she is afraid that he will change his mind and push her away.
But then Loki opens his lips, his tongue flickers over her wet sex and she suppresses a whimper. Slowly he strokes it until his tongue slides between her lips. He reaches her small, sensitive button, closes his lips around it and sucks it into his mouth. A pleasant moan tears through her throat, forgetting the embarrassment of shamelessly pressing her ass into the face of her master and prince.
Loki hums in delight as her very own taste spreads out on his tongue. Earthy, primitive, with her own surprising sweetness. No ripe fruit or old wine had surprised his sense of taste so much. He releases her sensitive bundle of nerves again, strokes her fissure with the whole width of his tongue, enjoys every drop of her preciousness.
Again, the young maid moans, her gaze falls on Loki's hard cock. He proudly stands there in all his splendour, beautiful, like a picture from past centuries. She bends over, lies down belly to belly, her breasts pressing on his pelvic cams. Her little hand covers his base, strokes his length with her thumb, checks to see if her prince has any objections. His tongue does not move for a tiny moment and as he continues to lick it, she is sure to have his permission.
With her lips closed, she begins to distribute kisses along its length, saliva accumulates in her mouth as she reaches its tip, licking over it. Lovingly, her tongue strokes each vein, spreading her saliva with her fingers. A thick drop of premature ejaculate forms on its tip and she eagerly lick it off. A deep growl rises from Loki's chest, his tail twitching in her hand.
Carefully she closes her lips around his tip, relaxes her jaw and slides down. His salty, masculine taste spreads on her tongue. Calming, she breathes in and out through her nose for a long time, willing to take Loki's tail deep.
His tip hits her throat and she suppress a brief gag reflex. Loki breathes ever deeper, faster, his muscles tense up again, but this time for pure pleasure. Driven by the idea of giving her prince as much pleasure as he gives her, she lets his tail slip out of her again, only to have her head bang back again.
Her concentration breaks down again and again, too big the sensation between her own legs. Loki had begun to tease her sensitive flesh with his teeth. Pungent pain mixes with tingly lust, her senses over-stimulated. Once again Loki closes his lips around her clitoris, but this time he pulls his teeth away and an explosion of euphoria flashes through her body.
Her cry is muffled by Loki's cock. She can still instinctively prevent her teeth from clenching and yet her throat muscles tightly clench around Loki's penis.
This warmth and narrowness drives Loki beyond his own climax. His cock pulsates, a hot stream of his juice shoots into her mouth and greedily she swallows everything.
His cock gets softer again and with a painful noise she releases him from her throat.
Breathing heavily, she rolls off Loki's body, worried not to hit him with her soft legs.
Loki immediately straightens up and pushes her with a hungry kiss down into the soft blanket, his lips glittering with her own juice.
Forget the lost king's crown.
#rucky's kinktober 2019#loki x reader#loki smut#loki x reader smut#my writing#kinktober#marvel#marvel smut
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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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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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Consumed | Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes{
Pairing: Steve Rogers x black!reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 500
Warnings: sex, smut, anal sex, vaginal sex
Prompt: Day 4 - Double Penetration
A/N: Day 4 for @ruckystarnes kinktober challenge! I’m having so much fun with these.
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The sun is high but muted behind white, wispy clouds. The breeze is warm and flirty, sometimes strong, other times just barely a whisper as it caresses your exposed skin. Your dress is hiked up around your waist, your breasts pulled free from the neckline. You’re pressed against Steve’s broad chest and sculpted abs as he fucks you, his hips pushing up into you at a lazy pace. You’re eyes are slammed shut, your lips parted, your hands full of grass and dirt as you pull it pull it free from the earth.
Bucky’s hands are everywhere; up your spine, around your hips, down your thighs as he pushes into your ass with his cock. You gasp as he moans deep and slow, and drop your forehead to Steve’s as the fullness consumes you. Hot kisses are splattered across your face as you push forward from each of their thrusts. Bucky’s fingers push along your spine in the most delicate of ways before curving around your shoulders for grip.
Steve moves the hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, “I want to see that pretty face.”
You push out a strained moan as you bite down on your bottom lip. Your eyelids fall closed as Steve nips at your neck, a smile spreading on his pink lips when he feels you shiver. You groan again as your body tenses from all the sensations and sounds. Your skin sticking to Steve’s. Bucky’s hands and fingers exploring every inch of you like it’s the very first time. Bucky’s hips slapping against yours. It’s all too much, but not nearly enough.
It’s sinful - the fullness that they provide you.
Your muscles tense again, your pussy squeezing down on Steve, your tight ass contracting around Bucky. Buttons that you weren’t even aware you had all being pushed at once. You push upward, separating your chest from Steve’s and straighten out your arms as your fingers dig into the grass. Bucky’s hands steal the opportunity to feel more of you. His fingers curve around to cup you in his palms. He rolls one of your thick, brown nipples between his index and thumb, tweaking it quickly, chuckling when you squeal.
“Lovely girl.” He mumbles as he takes hold of your hips again.
Steve’s hips quicken without warning. He leans up on his elbows and bites his bottom lip as his big eyes wander around your face. He wants you cum - all over him. Your muscles clench again and it’s Steve’s turn to grunt, his pace quickening further. Bucky slips his hand around your neck and squeezes gently as he too begins to feel the desperation, his thrusts coming harder and faster and deeper.
Your pants and moans fill the still, warm day as they fuck you senseless. Sweet words fall from their lips, coaxing you further. Your sex tightens, your stomach in your throat, your skin on fire as they tip you over the edge. Your orgasm is sweet. Luxurious. Consuming.
#rucky's kinktober 2019#stucky x black!reader#stucky x black reader#steve x bucky x you#you x steve x bucky#bucky barnes#steve rogers#stucky x you#you x stucky#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfic#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers fanfic#marvel#mcu#avintagekiss24
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Early Morning
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: biting, teasing, fingering
Words: 820
Square Filled/Daily Prompt/Prompt: K1: Baking / Kinktober Day 12: Biting
Written For/Dedicated to: @buckybarnesbingo
Summary: Bucky wakes up to find you making cupcakes
A/N: This is late because I have been super sick
“How long have you been up?”
The deep, sleepy voice startled you as your back was turned away from the doorway while you stirred the ganache for the cupcakes you just made.
“Oh, just maybe a few hours,” you shrugged, adjusting the bowl before turning towards him. “Just...couldn’t sleep so I decided to make some cupcakes for you take into work.”
“The guys would love that,” Bucky smiled sleepily, his eyes squinting as he walked towards you. You knew he wasn’t a morning person, and tried to stay quiet when you woke.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?” The question was meek and you worried he was upset that you had woken him up, but the curve of his mouth told you otherwise.
“No, darlin’,” he replied, “though the cold spot next to me sort of alarmed me into thinking you were abducted.” You could tell he was teasing. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. “So was it nightmares or something else?”
You rolled your eyes at the lack of subtly your husband had, but you sighed and continued to stir. “I’m fine Buck.”
“Not convincing.”
You didn’t have retort so you continued to focus on the chocolate until it was smooth and took the bowl off the heat to set aside. “Babe, I need to fill the cupcakes. You could make use of the centers I removed.” You pointed to a small dish that had a fair bit of yellow cake in it. Bucky gave a heavy sigh and walked away but you knew he was okay with the brush off.
He let you work in silence as you filled the cupcakes with the ganache and then went to work on the frosting. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, your body heating with every second.
"Buck…" You turned around he was there enveloping you in his arms to crash his lips against yours, nipping at your lower one, enticing you to open for him. You couldn't help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting his tongue slid against his before you nipped the tip of his.
"Hey," he growled, his eyes dark with want.
"Hey, yourself. Let me frost these before it gets hard."
"I'm already hard." He gripped your ass and pulled you close, grinding his hardened cock against your abdomen.
You covered your moan with a giggle and pushed on him. "I'm talking about the frosting, you horndog." You started to spread the frosting on the cupcakes, swatting his hand as he tried to steal tastings of confectionate.
"Oh c'mon, it's delicious, just like your sweet cream."
You groaned over his terrible pun and finished up, holding out the spatula for him to clean if he waited for you to clean up, but once the bowls were in the sink you felt something touch your neck. Before you could register what it was, Bucky's lips were on that spot, sucking harshly before biting down on your supple skin.
"What are you doing?!" you exclaimed, your hand moving to his hair as you tried to pull away.
"Claiming what's mine and bringing you back to bed," he murmured and placed little kisses along your neck as his hand pressed against your stomach and I to him. His cock was rigid against your ass and your fingers tightened in hair as he bit down on your ear, gentler this time, soothing it with tender sucking.
"Bucky….babe, I can't," she pleaded, her body betraying her words once his hand was down the front of her pants and spreading her folds.
"Why not darlin'? You're fucking wet thinking about it, aren't you." He slipped a finger in as he left love bites along your neck, some hard while others were light.
"I wasn't gonna tell you until dinner," you panted and writhed against his hand.
"Tell me what," he breathed, his tongue tracing the curve of your neck to shoulder as his finger slowly curled in you.
"Because….because…" You lost train of thought when his finger moved against that spot, making you shudder and clench at his digit.
"Because?"
God, his breath was hot against your neck and he bit down again, making you gasp.
"Because I'm…. I'm pregnant," you managed out as you started to ride his finger, but your words had him stop mid bite and mid fingering. You whimpered when he withdrew, turning you to face him.
"Seriously?"
"Yes, this is why I'm baking. I...I can't sleep because I just found out yesterday. And you came home well after I went to bed and I---"
His lips were on yours again, cutting you off. You were flush against him and you could feel the smile he wore.
"Don't think I'm gonna stop wanting to fuck you," he growled, nipping the juncture at your neck.
"Didn't even cross my mind," you gasped.
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Kinktober 6: Angry Sex
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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X OFC
Warnings: Angry sex, dub-conish?
Summary: Loki catches his pet trying to leave without his permission or company.
A/N: This is an angel/demon AU
Words:+1,200
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The sound of rustling feathers were what made her turn to look toward the entrance of the alley only for a steel grip to wrap tight around her torso, pinning her arms to her side.
"My, my, looks as if I have captured an angel," came a smooth echo next to her ear, sending a shiver along her spine.
Shutting her eyes as lithe, warm fingers wrapped her jaw, sharp nails digging at the flesh while the arm still wrapped her torso squeezed even tighter to keep her pulled to taught chest. Slowly black feathered wings enveloped her, shutting out any light as the one who had her pressed his nose into her heated cheek to take in her scent.
"So innocent my little treasure, it's soaked into your very pores," he murmured, keeping her close as he pulled back to look into her dazzling eyes, her shaky breath fanning over clothed forearm. "I've searched forever for you dove; you slipped your bonds didn't you."
That was in fact not a question, an angry statement he growled, but he managed to keep it bottled up. She seen the sparkle of his emerald orbs before they were swallowed up in black mist. In moments he was releasing her to allow her to fall into the large round bed of pillows with a huff, unfurling her snowy wings as she flopped to her back.
"I was worried! You have any idea what could have happened if they found you before me," he snarled, glaring at the quiet creature that remained still as he fumed next to the slightly raised nest like bed.
Slowly she sat up to watch him as he continued to rage before halting to glare at her. Being a demon, the very king of hell, Loki could physically watch her golden aura waiver, it was beginning to tinge smoky gray at the edges.
Ever so slighly his gaze softened but didn't stop him from taking their clothes in a rage of seidr and stalk across the soft surface to fall between her legs. "I'm still furious pet," he echoed darkly, raven black wings wrapping around her slightly smaller snow-white ones.
Without warning her hands wrapped around his neck to force lips to clash and flood keen senses with copper. Loki's hand moved quick to wrap around the nape of her neck to jerk her away, noting the light smear of blood on her lips due to the clash with his slighly sharper fangs.
"I'm not forgiving you, not yet," he spoke darkly, pulling back from her as she tried to kiss him again.
"I'm sorry," she finally spoke, it wasn’t the quiet meek sound that came from angels, she had always been sure to speak up. Tugging at his neck, she dared to scoot further under him, opening herself to him, noting the look of exasperation as he moved himself, pressing hard flesh between wet folds.
"Not yet," he breathed, effortlessly moving his hips to prod at slick hole before slamming balls deep and watch as she fell back to the pillows.
Harshly the hand wrapped around her neck moved to her shoulder while the other grabbed plump hip to keep her still while he pounded her sore.
"Beg for my forgiveness," Loki growled down to the wreck of flesh she had become in mere moments. The angels hands clawing at his sides as he pounded harder to make her cry out, the head of his member slamming into her cervix.
"No," she panted, apparent that wasn't what he wanted to hear as he jerked her to sit up on his thighs so he could pound up into her.
Instantly her hands braced on his shoulders as his own gripped ugly bruises into the plump hips and talons bringing blood. His lips fell between her breast, nipping the soft flesh, leaving marks but not drawing blood, unlike the nails digging into his shoulders.
"Beg for me to forgive you," he ordered, lifting her hips this time to make each thrust harder and make her cry out, head thrown back.
"No," she screamed, orgasm washing over her due to the harshness he was taking her, hitting every spot deep within her perfectly. The angel’s body shook as he fell with her to the mattress a panting wreck over top of her.
Looking her flushed neck over, he seen his marks littering her body and felt blood oozing along his spine. He was in no way done with her as he stretched his wings out while hers were limp like the rest of her, flipping her to plump belly. Anchoring on either side of her head, Loki bowed over her, noting the beautiful sheen of sweat covering her flushed skin.
Looping an arm under her plump middle, he lifted the jittering angel to her knees, kissing up her spine as he straightened. With a dark smirk, Loki pressed the head of still erect manhood at her tight ring of muscles.
"Appears we will be at this for a while treasure," Loki panted, calloused palm pressing to the base of her spine to keep her in place while he teased slowly into furrowed hole. "I'm still upset."
"So am I," she moaned as he slowly pressed past the ring of muscle to slide silky smooth into warm hole. Weakly she pressed back to seat him herself, an arm moving to pull her flush to his chest while her arms looped around his neck.
Lips fell to her soft neck, fangs racking over it to raise angry marks as he glided teasingly in and out of furrowed hole. One of Loki’s hands going to tease over a breast while the other trailed to tease delicate nerve. Though in moments the pace quickened, and she felt him swell.
"Beg me," he snarled, nipping at the flesh under her ear to make jolt in his arms.
"No," she whimpered.
"So be it," he growled, harshly throwing her to the pillows as he grabbed her hips to keep her from getting a way.
Mercilessly he done her ass the same as her throbbing core, but it was pure pleasure. Her panting moans for more having him spilling all too soon to collapse over her, a wreck of flesh himself.
"You are not leave without me little angel. Is that understood," he echoed in her ear, carefully pushing off of the mattress to slip from furrowed hole and collapse beside her. Delicately he brushed her hair out of her eyes and caressed over heated cheek as she turned to meet his gaze. He gave a worried smile as she lifted a snowy wing to place it over him.
"Understood," she panted, rolling to her side, inviting him to lay against her, to which he did.
Bowing down he carefully took her lips this time, a nip of her smaller fangs made him chuckle as he pulled back.
"Coming into your fangs I see," he hummed across her lips, hand caressing along her side.
"I am," she smiled to show them off. "Are we both still angry?"
"Not exactly, we will discuss it more after we rest," he admitted darkly, sharp nails scratching over her plump hip as he gave it a squeeze.
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Day 11: Japanese Style
Summary: Stephen Strange shows his girlfriend how beautiful she is.
Pairing: Doctor Strange & Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+ only!)
Prompt: Day 11 *Bondage*
This is not a manual! Please do not imitate!
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Holding the ends of the rope in his hand, Stephen strokes his girlfriend's naked leg, "Put your legs a little further apart," he whispers quietly.
He puts the rope around her neck and ties a knot over, between and under her breasts. An agitated shiver runs through her, the rope made of natural fibres feels softer than expected, it doesn't prick like dry straw or grass.
Stephen's concentrated gaze wanders over her body and as it reaches her face, the young woman shudders again. The magician's bright eyes shine with adoration - gentle and reverent.
"Please, tell me you don't like it", his voice is nothing more than a rough, brittle whisper. Her heart flutters like a little butterfly and she shakes her head - stroking through his dark hair, across his cheek. "I love it," is all she answers. Stephen's eyes shine even more. He takes her hand off his cheek, kisses her wrist, the inside of her palm.
Slowly he gets on his knees in front of her, smoothing the rope over her belly. His pretty face floats in front of her lap. As he had instructed her, she has refrained from waxing or shaving for the last few days to avoid any possible irritation from the rope. His long fingers pass through her curls before pulling the rope back through her legs. Standing again, Stephen leads the rope up her back, pulling it through the loop around her neck. The rope is still hanging low between her legs, but the more he pulls it through the loop, the closer it gets to her pussy. She draws in the air sharply as the rope touches her, her sensitive skin tingles.
Another pull on the rope and it presses firmly against her labia. Not satisfied yet, Stephen pulls again, leading the rope between her buttocks. The rough rope presses exactly on her pleasure pearl, this wonderful feeling of tension spreads from her center.
A piece of rope each leads under her arms forward again, across her breasts. He pulls the rope between the two top knots to lead it straight back behind her back. A checking look and Stephen twists the rope into each other, pulling it even tighter to lead it forward again. This time he lays the rope directly under her breasts, pulls it through the loop. Again, the rope goes behind her back, twists it and pulls it back onto her stomach.
The ends of the rope in one hand, he checks the tension of the binding with the other. His fingers go under the rope under her breasts and he pulls at the ends in his hand. Surprised, his girlfriend squeaks, burning, the rope presses into her soft skin. Stephen ties a small bow over her belly and lets her hands sink.
"Come with me." Laying his big hand in her, he leads her over to the big mirror on the wall.
"Look how beautiful you are."
The young woman can't believe her eyes. The rope gently cuts her soft flesh. The binding on her back makes her stand upright, straighter - elegant and proud at the same time. Her breasts are lifted, full and round they face the cool air.
Stephen stands close behind her, pressing against her back. His big hands wander down her side, remain on her pelvic bones and she directs her attention down. Heat rises in her as she sees what the rope is doing to her vagina: Wet and rosy glittering, her lips press against the rope.
"You are absolutely perfect," Stephen whispers against her ear, his hands pressing into her hips.
Deeply sighing, she lets herself sink into Stephen's body, his body radiating an incredible heat and attraction.
Stephen's hands wander up, gently stroking her curves. Lying one hand on her pubic mound, he embraces her breast with the other, swaying it in his hand, massaging her flesh. Groaning, she places her head on his shoulder, her legs begin to tremble slowly. With his thumb and index finger he circles around her nipple, which becomes harder and harder, pinches and sends comforting shivers along her back, down to her wet lips.
Her hips twitch, but Steven presses her firmly against her, allowing her no further movement with her own body. Once again he pinches her nipple, but this time the rope pulls tight over her belly.
Burning, it presses against her clitoris, a fiery, burning pain develops and she screams overwhelmed. Stephen quickly lays his hand on her vulva, presses the rope against her pearl. The burning pain flows together with the sweet pressure of the rope and already she begins to forget the pain. Whimpering she wants to push herself harder against Stephen and the rope, but again Stephen pulls the rope.
The pain explodes inside her. A wave of pure pain and ecstasy screams and whimpers through her limbs, clouds her senses.
As long as the orgasm goes through her, Stephen holds her upright, his hand still pressing against her vulva. Finally her breathing becomes calmer, the whimpering just a quiet sob.
He puts his hand under her jaw, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror: "You are my perfect little woman".
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KINKTOBER DAY 11: BONDAGE / RESTRAINTS
Word count: 500ish
Warnings: strong language, use of belt, roughing around, outside sex, name calling, age gap (if appliable)
Pairing: Jim Hopper x F Reader
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“Told you there were consequences to being a little slut at work, sweetheart.” He takes another swig of his cigarette, his eyes never leaving the rough road ahead. His dark chuckle has another flow of wetness escaping her core.
“But Hopp-”
“Shut up.” He slams the break hard enough she has to put her hands onto the dash to keep from being propelled into the windshield. The truck struggles in the mud, only stopping when he reaches the curb to his house.
“What are we doing?” She asks, lip trembling.
He stays quiet; only jumps out of his side and opens an umbrella before walking to her door and shoving her out by the arm. She goes to protest but he’s got her plastered to the cold, wet metal of the truck. His eyes scream loud enough to have her frozen in place.
“On your knees, doll. Make that mouth useful for once.”
Her muscles give in, forfaiting her stubbornness. He looks down at her with a devilish grin, his umbrella set on his shoulder, covering him only. His other hand is still busy dancing to and fro, filling his lungs with smoke. She unhooks his belt and pulls him out of his trousers. Her whimper has him laughing again.
“Go on,” he spits. She goes on with her task, kissing and licking his dick until it’s stuffed down her throat. He uses her. Fucks her mouth right there in his driveway, her bare knees digging into the puddle around them. Soon her makeup is smeared over her cheeks and her hair is drenched.
“Come here,” he interrupts, tapping her shoulder to get her attention. She follows him to the side of the road, where he pushes her against a tree. “Don’t move,” he adds. He rips his belt out of its loops and brings it to her wrists; securing her arms around the tree.
“Jim,” she moans at the restriction.
“Don’t ‘Jim’ me, slut. Think about it next time you go rubbing that plush ass against me in the office.” He slaps the back of her thigh as he bunches her skirt onto her back. He teases her folds with his tip, petting the dripping mess until she’s trembling for him.
“Please,” she whispers, much to herself, but it’s loud enough to make its way to his hear over the sound of the rain. He slaps her ass harder this time. Hard enough that it comes close to ripping her skin; the dampness and coldness accentuation the sting. His tie is next off his body and onto hers, finding refuge between her teeth. He pulls his head back, arching her back nicely, then he plunges into her with a heavy groan.
“Fuck me up,” he says. He starts pounding into her, not caring for the bark that’s scratching her chest and arms. “Such a tight pussy.”
“All yours, officer,” she mumbles through the fabric.
“You bet. Best little slut out there,” he admits. His fingers are digging holes into her hip as he finds a punishing rhythm for them both. He can feel her start to clench around his dick, bringing him along much too soon.
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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.
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Struggle | Bucky Barnes{
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x black!reader
Word Count: 500
Warnings: sex, smut, dub con
Prompt: Day 6 - Angry Sex
A/N: This is later than usual, sorry guys! Day 6 for @ruckystarnes kinktober challenge.
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“I don’t want to hear shit from you! Get the fuck out, now!”
You manage to slip your right hand free and slap him as hard as you can across the face. You fingers and palm sting instantly as his head turns snaps to the left, your chest heaves as anger courses through your veins. You watch as he sucks his teeth before turning back to face you. He cocks his head and drags in a deep, slow breath as his narrowed eyes bounce around your face.
You slap him again.
“You should have brought your ass home last night!” You shout.
He grabs your arms quickly, spinning you around and pushing you further into your apartment. You struggle against him, digging your feet into the carpet to no avail. He pushes you over the arm of the couch and pins you down by placing his metal hand in between your shoulder blades. You kick your legs and flail your arms, screaming obscenities as his free hand rips your panties off your lower half.
Bucky pushes his knees between your legs and widens his stance to keep them separated. He runs his middle finger through your lips, smirking at the wetness left behind on his digits.
He digs into his pants, pulling himself free roughly before dragging the tip of his cock through your folds, “I know exactly what you need.”
He slams into you, lunging you forward as a low groan passes through your lips. Your breaths are heavy and ragged as you flatten your hands onto the couch beneath you. He doesn’t move at first. He just grips your hips with his hands and stands there, his eyes closed as you engulf him. He backs away slowly, watching as your back arches and slams into you again, pushing you forward.
He slips his metal hand down to your shoulder, squeezing gently as he pushes back into you. You grip the cushions and close your eyes as he pulls back again, this time withdrawing from you completely. He slams into you again but this time, sets a brutal, unrelenting pace. You bob forward, your eyes rolling back in your head as you back into him, meeting his thrusts with your hips. Anger and frustration pumps through your body as he fucks you, but that just makes it all the sweeter.
He strokes your spot with every thrust, pushing you toward a fast, dirty release. Your walls quake, your body tightens, your heart beats against your chest. Bucky grunts behind you and suddenly you’re full of his hot cum. It oozes into your cunt, warming you instantly and just the feeling, the sensation of him spilling into you makes you unravel.
You howl his name through moans and grunts and dig your face into the cushions as he holds onto your hips. You open your eyes after your orgasm passes, peace and calm washing over you.
“You still love me?” His voice is soft.
You blink.
And then blink again.
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Kinktober 2: Dirty Talk
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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X OFC
Warnings: Dirty talk, smut
Summary: Trying to dirty talk Loki is working out way better than originally thought, but did she get more than she bargained for?
A/N: Picture a Halloween party at the compound and you get the guts to toy with Loki.
Words: +1,300
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Monsters and martinis was the theme this year. One that the teams newest member was all too happy to attend with the Avengers and what few guests were still present now that it was almost 2 am.
She had chosen to go as a fox but kept it simple. A plaid shirt that hugged every curve perfectly, ripped skinny jeans hugging plump hips, combat boots, a set of fangs all her own, and a tail and ears found online. Still, only a few alcoholic drinks in, and eyeing Loki who stood to himself.
The two of them had been flirtatious privately around the party, he had placed carefully planned caresses over her torso when no one looked. It made her curious if he meant them or not. Looking around to note all the others were highly intoxicated or possibly passed out, she made her way over to the god.
There was no sneaking up on him, she knew that as she carefully sidled next to him on the opposite side of the column in case this turned out embarrassing for the both of them.
"What is it little vixen," Loki began, not looking away from the landscape and taking a sip of what scented as mead before giving her a side glance.
"Nothing," she began quietly, surprised when he reached out to brush styled hair behind her ear as if it was irritating him it had fallen in her face.
Except this was more than that, warm hand wrapping her jaw, tugging her close to dip next to her ear.
"You should know better than to lie to the god of lies pet," he began, the darkness in his voice making a shiver run her spine to pool between thick thighs. Unintentionally she shifted to press her thighs together for some sort of relief.
"Let's try this again," Loki’s voice spoke even lower, breath fanning over her neck, lips so close they tickled the shell of her ear.
"What has my little vixen pressing those beautiful thighs together and wetness to coat her pants? Because I know for a fact you aren't wearing any panties," he finished, nipping at her ear to make her gasp out quietly but still he stayed close.
Ever so slighly Loki moved to lock her gaze, looking over the fangs she sported that even made a chill run his own spine and pants tighten. Noting her take in a deep breath, scenting him. Loki knew she scented his own desire along with the mead he had been drinking all evening.
"Your vixen," she spoke nervously, holding his gaze as the gods need flooded keen senses, jeans growing damper.
"Yes, my vixen. If I take you to my bed you will be forever mine and no one else’s," Loki growled possessively, holding her gaze like the predator he was.
"Then I want you in my bed, on your back so I can fuck myself on your cock," she all but forced out past the lump in her throat, surprised she had said it just like the god who gave her a wide smirk at the admittance. Her face went hot at the admission but kept his gaze.
"Brave little creature-." Studying her close he could tell she was beginning to feed off of his desire, and it made his pants even tighter. Pulling flush to her, slipping the hand to her throat to wrap it gently, thumb caressing the soft flesh under her chin as he looked her over.
"But what if I prefer my vixen under me, writhing and moaning out my name like a pious servant only loyal to me," Loki echoed, feeling her hands moving to rest on his sides, ever so slighly twisting in the shirt he wore.
"What if I prefer the same but with you under me? Praying to me like a goddess," she all but panted across his lips.
The god barely tasted any alcohol on her breath, arousing him to point of making the pants too tight at the fact she wasn't drunk. This was her; he was what she was after, she came to him after all the others flirtatious nature didn’t seem to faze her. Fingers twisted tighter in his shirt to make the stitches creak while she only pressed into him, feeling her heartbeat quicken under his thumb.
A heated freehand found a loop in her jeans to wrap fingers in it and press tented pants into her.
"You will worship me like a god is meant to be worshipped, on your knees," he all but growled as he pushed her backwards, releasing her to fall.
It took her breath without any to spare to yell out, heart pounding hard as she landed softly on a padded surface. Pushing up on her elbows, she managed her feet to stand on the mattress before he was able to pin her to it.
Looking down at the god with a smirk, she snapped her fingers to place them in her room, not his. Still standing steadfast on her bed, gaze defiant as she didn't budge when he moved to stand before her.
"You should be the one worshipping me," she smiled widely before he grabbed the bend of her knees to have her falling to them on the mattress with a huff.
"On your knees pet," he growled grabbing her hands to hold them in front of her and tugging her to his lips in a greedy kiss.
Loki smirked at her small effort but felt a slight give in the noticeable power struggle they were having. The kiss breaking for him to note the dark, lust blown look of her eyes, apparent she wasn't about to give as he felt his own knees buckle, but he didn't dare give in as he returned a dark smile.
"I am the only god here that is absolute," he growled, pressing her back onto the bed, falling between her legs to pin her, hands above her head.
"Shut up and fuck me already, all this talk is-," she huffed before he magicked their clothes away and slammed deep into velvet core.
Letting out a yelped moan, she wasn't about to deny how perfectly he filled her. Grinding her hips hard into his, rubbing throbbing nerve against him. Whimpering as he pulled out only to slam back in, this time harder, making her hips bounce on the mattress.
"Cry my name pet, pray to me," he growled, moving close to her throat to pinch the soft flesh harshly between his teeth.
"No," she yelped at the pain and pleasure flooding her body, shivering against the god above her.
With another harsh nip at the same spot, gliding out to slam into heated core, prodding cervix to remind her he was god, he was in control. Drinking in her huffed cry of pleasure, plump hips pressing against his to rub over his flesh and flood her with pleasure he tasted on her skin.
"Pray to me pet, I alone can grant you release," he calmly breathed across her throat, stilling and even forcing her to still via seidr.
"No," she panted, this time he took time gliding in and out of velvet core, sure to allow her enough friction to drive her insane but not grant release.
"You will, I will have you a begging wreck beneath me crying for release," he sneered darkly, moving to meet her gaze, but this one had a defiant streak larger than his own.
Moving his hips, he was careful to not contact delicate nub, taking his time. It was maddening torture, but she was loving every minute of it. And if Loki thought she would give in quickly then was in for a shock.
"I will not. By all means, torture me," she smirked, the look of defiance she gave made him grin wildly.
"As you wish, my pet," he growled, releasing her wrists to wrap his hand in her hair, holding her in place as he smashed his lips to hers, biting down on her lip to force them to part.
Senses flooded with copper as he let out a dark chuckle, "appears it will be a long day my little vixen."
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Kinktober 1: Spanking
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Kinktober Masterlist
Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC
Warnings: Spanking, Smut, Cursing
Summary: The dear captain doesn't think out his actions with the reader and ends up in a bad way.
A/N: Lets get this kinky party going! I couldn’t start out the series on a serious note, I'm not sorry. All will be mostly short, and to the point. So, porn without much plot or none at all.
Words: +700
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It was a great idea, at least Steve thought so when he walked up behind her. She was wearing those shorts he loved, ones that exposed the round part of her squeezable and slapable ass.
"Don't," she spoke, continuing with her task of getting dinner going in the kitchenette of their shared room.
"I'm not doing anything," he spoke innocently, slowly approaching her but kept his hand out to lightly pop her. Steve never seen it coming as she turned last minute to protect her ass from his hand, raising a knee for it to hit perfectly between his legs.
"Jesus doll," Steve shouted as he bent over, holding his pride and joy, backing away to brace on the counter.
"I'm sorry Steve! But it really hurt last time, I’m paranoid now," she spoke still not giving up her defensive position but noted the pained look as he stood up and looked at her worriedly.
"I wasn’t going to spank, just pat," he groaned as she moved to make sure he was ok but still on her guard.
"Well, now you know that I wasn't joking when I told you I can't handle spanking," she deadpanned, watching as he moved to step away. It was obvious he was upset, but she grabbed his arm to stop him. "Sorry Steve," she spoke quietly, tugging him to her.
Cautiously he wrapped his arms around her and laid his forehead to hers. "S'okay baby," he breathed, “I should have listened.”
"Let me make it up to you," she smiled as he leaned back and gave her a smirk.
"Hmm, and how would you do that?"
"Like this," she giggled, slapping his ass to make him jump and quickly he lifted thick frame to sit on the counter, taking her wrist in his hand to hold them behind her back.
"Now; how is it you can spank me, but I can't you," he chuckled, pressing between her legs.
"That’s just how it is Captain, take it or leave it," she laughed before he took her lips without warning.
In moments it deepened, his tongue caressing over hers as she rutted at the returning bulge in his shorts. The moment he felt her try to break the kiss, his freehand laced into her hair to keep her in place, rutting at her himself. Only allowing her a breath to free his hand to push the thin shorts to the side and sinking two digits deep into needy core.
Letting out a gasp at the sudden intrusion, she couldn't help but buck her hips for more as two digits thrust and curled perfectly. Trying to free her wrist, she was glad he didn't let go, it was keeping her up right.
Quickly Steve released her wrist, thankfully she caught herself as he removed his fingers to free himself and replace them with his girth. Calloused hands gripped thick hips to pull her to the edge while thrusting in balls deep, drinking in her moan of pleasure as he didn't relent.
It was hot and greedy. Sweat rolling down her spine as he trust unrelenting into clenching core. Reaching up a heated hand, she scratched the nape of his neck as she tugged him to her lips, rutting delicate nerve against him. The short kiss breaking for him to kiss along her jaw before stopping just under her ear.
Biting at the flesh, he loved the sounds it elicited, making him pick up the pace. His girth swelling inside velvet core that was beginning to flutter around him. One last thrust found his end as he spilled deep in pulsing core, wrapping an arm around her waist to tug her tight as she finished the chase. Slowly he rutted between her thighs until she paused, panting in his arms.
"Does that make up for it," she panted, feeling him lay sweat soaked forehead into the crook of her neck, kissing the damp flesh.
"Always doll," he huffed, tugging her from the counter and carrying her to the bathroom as she wrapped her legs around him. "But, it's still such a spankable ass baby," his voice drawled as a heated, calloused hand moved to squeeze the plump flesh and massage it.
"Fine, but just don't smack it," she sighed as they entered the bathroom, cock still standing proud inside heated core.
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Mysterious | Steve Rogers{
Pairing: Bisexual!Steve Rogers x anonymous!sex worker
Word Count: 500
Warnings: oral sex, hand job
Prompt: Day 5 - Glory Hole
A/N: Day 5 for @ruckystarnes kinktober challenge! I kinda struggled with this one, but that’s why I love this challenge. It’s pushing me into areas that I’m not so familiar with. Hope you enjoy, and thank you for all of the kind words so far!
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Steve finally found a moment to steal away from Natasha and Sam, sneaking out in the middle of the night as they slept. He knows the streets of Amsterdam like the back of his hand now. It’s become a home away from home since they the Avengers split unceremoniously.
He moves toward the back of the sex store, crossing into a hallway lined with doors. His eyes spy as cracked door and he moves toward it, slipping inside and locking it behind him. He flips off the TV immediately and rolls his shoulders as he eyes the hole in the wall. A shiver runs down his spine as he cracks his neck and runs his hands over the bulge in his jeans. He is so ready.
He pops the button of his jeans and slides his zipper down slowly as he releases as deep, slow breath. He inches toward the wall as he pulls his cock free, stroking it slowly before pushing through. Within seconds, fingers are wrapped around his warmth. The hand palms him, spreading out their fingers before they move down his thick shaft. Steve lets his head fall back slightly, his face tilted toward the ceiling as his lips part at the skin to skin contact.
The mysterious person strokes him slowly, twisting their hand and wrist as they push it up and down his cock. Steve gasps as lips are suddenly wrapped around the tip of his dick, a tongue flicking at his slit. He drops his head forward as his hips start to rock back and forth, pushing deeper and then retreating from the wet mouth on the other side. He hears a moan float toward him but he can’t discern if it’s male or female - not that it matters either way. Both Natasha and Sam keep that little secret for him, both having bedded the Captain while on the run.
Within minutes, Steve is lost in his arousal - his head swimming, his chest and balls tight as he’s sucked off. The pace has quickened ten fold, the once slow fingers now pumping with purpose as they release him from their mouth with a pop, before swallowing him again. Their tongue swirls around the pink head of his cock, and teases his leaking slit again until he can’t take anymore. He cums - hard. Hot, long ribbons of his seed filling the mouth and dripping over the fingers of the stranger. His dick jumps as he continues to spurt cum, over and over again until he’s milked dry.
Relaxation floods through him as the fingers slow along his shaft, the mouth now licking and kissing his cock to clean him up. Steve pulls himself out slowly. He digs into his back pocket, grabbing cash out of his wallet before slipping it through the money slot. He slips out of the room and out of the club with precision, leaving the mysterious stranger none the wiser to the fact that they just gagged on Captain America’s cock.
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