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suyacho · 5 months

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CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ft. xiao

synopsis — sharing a bed with your bestfriend can’t be that bad, right?

kinktober 2023

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - gn!reader - bestfriends - there's only one bed - caught masturbation - spit mentions - cursing - xiao calls reader pretty like once - shy blushy xiao towards the end - 950 words - possibly ooc idk HDJSKDK

note: me announcing less posts 🤝 xiao porn /lh. JDMSMDKD anyways tysm to my beta readers, this is my first time writing xiao pls be nice🫶

“X-Xiao ‘m so close—“ he groaned at your warning, his grip on you tightening as he fucked you at a hard pace. Slowly losing himself in your warmth, the familiar knot making his thrusts sloppier as he allows himself to let go.

So close, yet the feeling disappears in a matter of seconds.

Heavy breathes fill the quiet room as Xiao snaps back awake, blinking a few times before he realizes the situation he was in as he looks around.

Hot and bothered from his dream and on top of that, he had a tent in his boxers, a clear wet patch confirming his dream.

“Oh, fuck—” Xiao sighed, awkwardly scooting away from your figure, face flushed from embarrassment.

Sharing a bed with you was one thing, but having a wet dream about you while you were sleeping peacefully next to him was another thing.

Xiao should’ve known better when the room you two were given had one bed, he should’ve just slept on the floor while you slept on the bed. Yet he couldn’t because you insisted on sharing a bed since you’re best friends and you trusted him, still he wished he didn’t, knowing that he could’ve avoided the situation he put himself in.

Glancing over at you, Xiao swallowed a breath. He could either get up and possibly wake you up or try to relieve the tension quietly, the second option meaning he’d throw his pride aside and that’s exactly what he did.

“I’m sorry.” Xiao mumbled, carefully pulling his boxers down after, breath shaky once the cold hit his hard on, that was leaking with precum.

This wasn’t like him, he reminded himself but he already had gotten this far.

Hesitantly, he spat on his cock and reached down, wrapping his fingers around it, a relieved groan leaving his lips as he started stroking himself.

“Shit–” Xiao groaned, trying to keep quiet as he fisted his cock, the precum mixing with his spit, mimicking the way he felt his dream as he squeezed his eyes shut. Needy whimpers leaving his lips as he picked up the pace, not even realizing how vocal he was being, biting his lips to silence himself while he glanced over at you.

“You’re so p-pretty.” Xiao thought out loud, shame washing over him for a slight second, turning red as he looked away, embarrassed yet tightening his fist for more sensation.

Squelching sounds filled the room together with Xiao’s quiet whimpers and the sound of the bed creaking from the way he was occasionally bucking his hips up.

It was a wonder you didn’t wake up yet and it was for the better, because once again Xiao was so close and lost in his imagination. His pace became messier as he bucked up his hips more frantically. Legs slightly trembling and his whimpers turning into louder moans without realizing, louder than he ever allowed himself to be.

He just felt too good, you felt too good, sadly it wasn’t you making him feel good but his fist. With the pleasure overtaking him and how pent up he was, he couldn’t see the line between reality and his imagination.

“S-Shit ‘m so close—“ “Just like that.” he groaned, massaging his balls with his free hand, stimulating himself as he felt that familiar knot once more.

He was losing composure while his legs trembled, swallowing before he whined out your name over and over, releasing in spurts. Failing to notice one thing, right beside him.

“Xiao?” you asked sweetly, voice still groggy from your sleepiness as you looked at him. Being greeted with a surprising sight, the sounds you heard earlier only confirm your thoughts altogether with the view.

All Xiao did was freeze in his movements as he turned red, cock still cumming as he came in spurts as his chest raised up and down, too scared and embarrassed to say anything.

“I—“ you opened your mouth to say something, only to be met with a broken whine as Xiao slowly came down from his high, still frozen and not knowing what to do.

I shouldn’t have taken the risk, he kept repeating in his head.

“I-I’m so sorry.” Xiao broke the silence, feeling guilty and embarrassed as he kept apologizing, awkwardly covering his already exposed mess with whatever he could find.

You stared at him in shock without saying anything and your silence was killing him. This certainly wasn’t what you expected to wake up to, but you didn’t hate it.

“I’ll go.“ Xiao mumbled in embarrassment, looking away from you, getting ready to get up. “No wait—“ you spoke, rolling over onto your stomach and grabbing his hand, making him tense up once more.

“This is so embarrassing.” Xiao mumbled under his breath, you shook your head, smiling up at him. “Relax, it’s okay.” you reassured him and you felt him ease up under your touch.

“Are you.. sure?” Xiao asked hesitantly and you nodded, rubbing your legs together for some friction. The way he looked, turns you on way too much; his flushed face, slightly sweaty from the aftermath of his actions together with his still unsteady breathing painted a perfect picture. “Mhm 100%.” you answered, scooting closer to him.

“Next time, wake me up.” you teased him, noticing him turning slightly redder once again. “Could I?” you asked, glancing at the piece of cloth covering him and back at him, waiting for some type of confirmation.

Xiao nodded, swallowing nervously as you grinned, moving it away. “You look like you could use some help.” you taunted and Xiao whimpered, too nervous to say anything, scared his voice would crack from the nerves and embarrass him more. “So let me.”

networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

#xiao smut #xiao x reader #xiao x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x reader smut #snow writes; smut #snow’s kinktober

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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I Can Read Your Mind You Know

Title: I Can Read Your Mind You Know

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,350

Tags: SMUT, fluff, thigh riding, exploring sexuality, eye fucking, fingering, kissing, Wanda's powers, implied oral sex, implied marking, implied biting, cum tasting, finger sucking, pet names, explicit language, explicit thoughts, explicit sexual content, and I think that's it.

Written For: @kinktober2022 and @lgbtqbingo

Square(s) Filled: Thigh Riding and Exploring Sexuality

Beta(s): T. Thompson, A. DiLorenza, and J. Landis

A/N: любимая is Russian and translates to Darling. I got this from Google Translate so I hope it’s correct. If you’re familiar with the language and it isn’t, please tell me what it should be so I can change it. I want to make sure what I put is accurate. Thank you :)

The Avenger’s Compound is quiet today. Just the way you like it. Sure, you love having everyone around too. Sharing laughs and spending quality time with your favorite group of heroes, but some days, like today, you just want some time alone.

You're sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island munching on a snack and catching up on some reading. You're so engrossed in your book that you don't see Wanda come around the corner, a surprised look on her face.

"Oh! Hello, Y/N. I thought I was the only one here."

You look up at her and almost choke on your food. In lieu of her usual attire, Wanda is sporting tight, black spandex capris and a matching sports bra. Her hair is in a high ponytail and her skin is glistening with a faint sheen of sweat.

You open your mouth to respond, but your brain has checked out and is too busy focusing on her perfectly round ass, voluptuous thighs, and perky tits.

"U-Umm…h-h-"

She tosses her empty water bottle in the recycling bin and grabs a new one from the fridge, "are you alright?"

You manage to force out a meek 'yes' and watch her as she reaches into one of the cabinets for a PowerBar. She stands on her tiptoes and your eyes can't help but glaze over as you stare directly at her backside.

Never in your life has a woman made you feel this way. You always considered yourself to be straight. Always an ally for the LGBTQ+ community, but nevertheless, straight. Until you met her.

You think about what it would be like to touch her, to map out her smooth, milky skin. Running your fingers through her soft red hair, marking her neck up with pretty, purple love bites, leaving a trail of kisses down her body until you're between her beautiful, toned thighs.

You wonder what it would be like to taste her.

You're so caught up in your fantasy that you don't realize that Wanda is now facing you, a knowing smirk on her face.

"You know I can read your mind, right?"

This time, you do choke. "I-I-I don't kn-know what you're ta-"

"Oh, I think you do know." She moves into your space and twirls a piece of your hair around her finger. “I know everything that you just conjured up in that pretty little head of yours, любимая.

You stare at her with wide eyes, mouth slightly open as she leans in a little and bites her lip. The hand that isn’t tangled in your hair comes to rest on your knee and your breath hitches.

“W-Wanda I-”

“You wanted to touch me, right?” She moves even closer, her face now only inches from yours. “You thought about what it would be like to mark me.” You swallow hard as she tilts your head back, her lips just a hair’s breadth from yours.

“You wondered what it would be like to kiss me…”

Your eyes flicker back and forth from hers down to her mouth. “Well, I-”

“Do it… Kiss me, Y/N”

You close the gap and immediately press your mouth to hers. She sighs, parting her lips and you moan desperately. Her grip tightens on your knee and you gently grab her hips. When you finally pull apart both of you are breathing heavily, and the way she’s looking at you makes your panties instantly wet.

“Wow…” You still haven’t been able to say a complete sentence to her and she giggles.

“You’re so cute, любимая.” She pulls you to your feet and leads you over to the couch. She sits down and pats her thigh, "come here, Y/N"

You turn around to sit on her lap, but she stops you. "Not like that, sweetie," she faces you toward her again and you look down at her confused, "sit here."

She gestures to her thigh and you swallow hard before doing what you're told. The combined fabric from your leggings and the spandex of her capris puts delicious friction on your core.

Wanda's petite hand finds your hair again while her other one grips your side firmly. She watches you for a moment and admires how lust-drunk you are. It's true she always thought you were very pretty, but she never really had a free moment to see what was going on in that pretty, little head of yours…until now.

"You look so innocent, Y/N. But your mind tells me something different. Do you always think about me like that?"

She watches you nod, a small whimper escaping past your parted lips.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?"

You shake your head no and Wanda smiles, "do you want to me to help you feel good, любимая?"

"Please!..."

She starts to move you along her thigh, "keep going, sweetheart. But I want to hear you too, alright? You have such a sweet voice, Y/N"

"Oh, Wanda…," you whine as you slide back and forth igniting a red-hot flame low in your belly, "oh, it feels s-so good….so good."

Wanda moans at the sight of you, the hand that was tangled in your hair now rubbing her clit. "Good girl, printsessa. I want to see you cum just like this."

God, this has to be a dream.

"Oh, it's not a dream, Y/N. It's very - mmm, fuck - r-real."

You lean down to kiss her again just to be certain. Wanda sighs and leans into it, her hips are thrusting upwards into her fingers now and the little noises she's making go straight to your soaked cunt.

It makes you almost feral seeing her like this and you decide to get bold. One of your hands grips her shoulder for leverage while the other goes down her capris and slips between her folds.

"Y/N! любимая, Fuck!"

"I wanna fuck you so bad…want you to cum around my fingers…"

Wanda rolls her eyes back as you delve two of them into her pussy. She's so wet, so fucking tight, and it makes your hips stutter a little. She guides your hips again, dragging your core over her thigh in time with the speed of your hand.

Her once blue eyes now glow red and tendrils of the same color dance from her fingers and roll over your skin. It's like someone heightened your senses, dialed them up to eleven, and your cries become louder, needier, you're so fucking addicted to how she's making you feel.

"Don't stop, printsessa…don't you dare stop!"

You fuck her faster, curling your fingers to search for her sweet spot. Desperately wanting her to feel the same way you do right now.

"Shit, you're gonna make me cum. Fuck your pretty, soft fingers feel so good. Come on, baby…show me. Be a good girl and cum with me."

You whimper and move your hips faster, chasing your high like it's a lifeline. You feel her walls start to contract and it sends you into a frenzy.

"Fuck, oh, my god….oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, I-I’m close! Wanda, I'm so close!"

She slams her mouth on yours and that's all it takes for you to fall over the edge into the best orgasm of your life.

She's still peppering little kisses to your lips as her pussy squeezes your fingers and you clench around nothing feeling her come undone.

Wanda grabs your wrist and pulls your fingers out, bringing them to her mouth and you stop breathing when she swirls her tongue around them.

"God, Wanda…"

She stands you up and leads you down the hallway to her room. Once your inside she shuts the door and pushes you gently against the wall, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"But the team…" You stare into her eyes as she cocks her head a little.

"These walls are soundproof, Y/N." Her lips connect with yours in a chaste kiss and once again you're mesmerized by the way she's looking at you.

"Besides, I'm not even close to being done with you, printsessa."

#j snow writes #kinktober2022 #kinktober 2022 #lgbtq+ bingo #wanda maximoff #wanda imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x reader

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areaderinlove · 2 years

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kinktober

alr yall ik i have some requests that i still didn’t make but i want to participate as much as i can in kinktober even though october is going to be shit cause i have reset exams but anyways give me your request and lemme tell you ill do my best

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mslaevateinn · 7 months

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Here is a double drabble for the first day of Promptober! Finally reconnecting with one of my first fandoms, and my first real OTP!

Written for: "Hand holding" for the sfw list of @kinktober2023 "I've got you" for @flufftober "How many fingers am I holding up?" for @whumptober "Shore leave" for @trektober-challenge

Title: Just in case Pairing: (pre) Troi/Riker No warnings Word count: 200

Can be found on AO3!

“Riker to Enterprise.” “Picard here.”

“The planet seems calm but maybe a bit colder than we imagined.” “Good. Keep us updated. Picard Out.”

Riker acknowledged then zipped his parka as high as possible. “Let’s see if this planet is suitable for a few days of shore leave.” Not that everyone would be thrilled about the cold temperatures like Riker -even if just as a reminder from his childhood. Worf certainly wouldn’t.

With that, Riker, Troi and Data started to walk away, only for Troi to walk on a patch of ice and fall down next to rocks.

“Deanna!” Riker exclaimed as he arrived and crouched next to Troi. “Are you alright?” “Yes, I just slipped. There is no reason to panic.” “You are holding your head.” Troi looked surprised but shrugged it off.” Yes, I hit my head. But softly.” “How many fingers am I holding?” “Don’t be ridiculous.” “How many?” “Three.” “Alright,” Riker said, before hauling her up. “Just in case,” he continued, holding out his hand. “Just in case,” she replied, taking it.

They hadn’t walked a meter that Troi almost slipped again. This time, though, Riker helped her stay steady. “I’ve got you,” he said. Always, Imzadi.

#Star Trek #Star Trek TNG #Deanna Troi #William Riker #pre (post?) TroixRiker #away mission #sort of #they're trying to see if the planet is suitable for shore leave #snow #flufftober #kinktober #sfw kinktober #whumptober #Hand holding #Laevateinn #fanfic #double drabble #trektober 2023 #Laevateinn's Promptober 2023

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ficsforfundota · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Khal Drogo/Jon Snow Characters: Jon Snow, Khal Drogo (A Song of Ice and Fire) Additional Tags: Kinktober 2023, noncon, Forced Relationship, Bottom Jon Snow, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Castration, Piercings, Tattoos, non-consensual piercings, non-consensual tatoos, Voyeurism, Slave Jon Snow, Anal Sex, Bondage, Size Difference, Forced Orgasm Series: Part 48 of noncon-kinktober Summary:

Jon is offered as a gift to Drogo and the Khal ensures everyone knows he is a slave.

Kink/noncontober 2023

#jon snow #kinktober 2023

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bahablastplz · 2 months

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SKZ Recs (NSFW)

As a chronic fanfic reader, I have a lot of recommendations. So, these are the ones I think about the most. All of them include smut, so they're 18+. Red text indicates fics on AO3. Go support these amazing authors!! Enjoy!! <3

Bang Chan

The SKZ house @writeonwhiskey (Chan x reader x Hyunjin…SKZ but make it a frat… and also sexy)

Silent cry @j-0ne25 (Fake dating/friends to lovers, live laugh hurt comfort… emphasis on the hurt)

Love is intuitive @skzonthebrain (forbidden love and angst… so emotional and loving <3)

Kinktober Day 8 @dreaming-medium (breeding, best friend, fake dating, so sweet and spicy)

Summer in Seoul @writeonwhiskey (strangers to lovers, summer love, spicy and romantic)

Saturday mornings @skzdarlings (Chan/reader/Seungmin where Seungmin is an absolute menace that gets reader in trouble… dom Chan is so good in this one omg)

It’s cold out @therhythmafterthesummer (roommate Chan is going through his rut… oops there’s more ABO on this list than I realized sorry not sorry)

Bodyguard: The first guard @skzdarlings (A sequel to the bodyguard, an ongoing work that has elements of enemies to lovers and great, in-depth world building and character development)

However you want it, lover-lover @cbini (you ask your bf Chan to step on you after watching spicy edits of him on tiktok omg)

More than just friends @kwanisms (roommate Chan is entering his rut... he's usually able to control himself but this time you're ovulating. sprinkle some brat taming in here as well and it's so delicious)

Lee Know

The Experience Project @leeknowsallyoursecrets (Enemies to lovers Lee Know, really good plot and relationship building!)

Sanguis Limerence @jl-micasea-fics (Vampire OT8, Lee Know x Reader x Chan, SUPER good world building, especially in their sequel with the backstories… I was so invested. And it’s super hot)

Barb Wired Brat @roseykat (BDSM Lee Know with reader going into subspace… awakened things in me)

Audience @gimmeurtmi (2 min, wet dreams, exhibitionism, degradation… yeah)

Well Shit @2chopsticks2eyes (Brother’s best friend, inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers and fwb… literally so good)

Sea May Rise, Sky May Fall @skzms (Lee Know x Reader x Han, ongoing series, Pirate AU with beautiful world building, in-depth characters and great smut)

rsvp @cbini (teasing dom vampire boyfriend Minho and you get the punishment you deserve... brat taming and so so so sexy like it's insane)

Changbin

The accidental acquisition of sugar @skzdarlings (accidental sugar daddy Changbin x reader that’s absolutely hilarious with great smut)

Valentine’s series ‘do you really think you’re in a position to give orders’) @skzdarlings (forbidden love/romeo & juliet style but with gun play… um this was so hot tho)

Close your eyes (...And count to seven) @MysteryBird (Possessive gang leader bf! Changbin that you’re trying to piss off by sleeping with the other members… 100k+ words and so delicious)

Hyunjin

Praise kink Hyunjin @dreaming-medium (A kinktober fic, enemies to lovers detective Hyunjin… absolutely delicious)

Snowed In @moonjxsung (really artistic, heartfelt, and beautifully written)

Jury’s still out @straywrds (rivals to hooking up/hate sex… super spicy and hot)

Dressing down @jl-micasea-fics (shopping trip with best friend Hyunjin turns out spicy ahh the chemistry)

Han

Watch your six @dreaming-medium (sensory deprivation kinktober ah this is engraved in my brain)

The same but different @skzdarlings (ahh hanlix fairy au where they’re linked with great world building and is so funny… I maybeee think about this every day)

Sea May Rise, Sky May Fall @skzms (Lee Know x Reader x Han, ongoing series, Pirate AU with beautiful world building, in-depth characters and great smut)

Felix

The bodyguard @skzdarlings (Forced proximity, enemies to lovers, had me SUPER invested and made me cry)

The same but different @skzdarlings (ahh hanlix fairy au where they’re linked with great world building and is so funny… I maybee think about this every day)

Snap out of it @2baabbies (Felix gives you the option to either go home with your shitty boyfriend or go home with him at the end of the night ahhh!!)

Seungmin

Bet on it @skzonthebrain (Academic rivals, enemies to lovers and such good tension/chemistry)

Audience @gimmeurtmi (2 min, wet dreams, exhibitionism, degradation… yeah)

Saturday mornings @skzdarlings (Chan/reader/Seungmin where Seungmin is an absolute menace that gets reader in trouble… dom Chan is so good in this one omg)

Seungmin + hairpulling @straykeedz (kinktober fic, best friend Seungmin finds out you have a thing for hairpulling and can't get you out of his head... this is taken straight from the deepest depths of my fantasies i s2g)

no nut november @gimmeurtmi (this whole nnn series is fantastic but seeing Seungmin lose his composure because of his breeding kink does something for me)

august is a fever @seungminheart (mean dom Seungmin... you don't think he is really into you so you see how far you can push him/I love mean dom Seungmin and I think this fic does it just right)

I.N.

Lavender boy @hyunsvngs (A/B/O Alpha jeongin… super sexy and great dynamics)

Clueless @jeongin-lvr (inexperienced big dick I.N. that just wants to make reader feel good… also omg he’s so hot in this pls)

Better and better @seungminheart (sharing a bed, best friend Jeongin, amazing banter, soft dom Jeongin, brat taming, every trope from my hopes and dreams)

Third leg? @beesspacedotorg (huge dick alpha Innie... some brat taming, great banter and dynamics and sexy)

OT8

Sharing a bed series @skzdarlings (Best trope ever and they really do it justice) (Chan's is linked but you should read all 8)

Sharing is caring @skzms (Minsung x reader x OT8… really well written spice)

Fake texts @thefantasyden (I swear these are like crack I read them every single time)

Kinktober23 @roseykat (one of the first SKZ blogs that I started reading that really brought me deep into the fandom… My fav from this is Table Manners and Bible Studies, and it has a part 2)

All Bark no Bite @doitforbangchan (Main pairing is Chan x Reader with some OT8, it's an ABO au with some really good spice)

Masterlist

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insomniumstella · 7 months

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baby, she's all yours

bucky x fem!reader

warnings: free use (consent to be "used" anytime & anywhere), explicit language, fingering, oral (m! and f! receiving), a sprinkle of degradation, a sprinkle of breeding kink, dom!bucky, public sex, light spanking, daddy kink (i should be stopped). this one is bad, so it goes without saying, but MDI

word count: 1,240

author's note: this is a lil' story in celebration of kinktober, which time won't permit me to participate in, but my thoughts always wanted to. ➼ sharp, but oh so gentle

James was hesitant to explore the concept you described as free use at first, and maybe a fraction scared. The two of you had been dating for close to three years, and though things were great, the idea of you introducing free use into the bedroom days after knife play troubled him. His heart has always been heavy with the notion of being too difficult to love and too bothersome to deal with, but you made him feel enough; more than. Special in public when you would proudly hold his hand, and special in the comfort of plush sheets when you would let him cherish you — use and mould you into a drooling mess, obeying every demand. Was proposing a fresh kink a silent plead to advise him you have gotten bored?

As it turned out, it was. Kind of. The itch beneath your skin urging you to explore foreign waters wasn’t boredom but rather lust. Fiery hot and addicting type of lust that ignited every nerve ending in your body around him. Still does. Introducing Bucky to free use was the best—and the most deliciously infuriating—thing to soothe your constant yearning for his touch.

It caught you off guard, the first time he complied with the request. Steve had recently purchased an apartment in Brooklyn and organised a small housewarming celebration. You slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen once your glass turned empty, oblivious to the very needy pair of eyes studying you. The music muffled your soft moans then, as James fingered you against the blonde’s new refrigerator, suffocating the whines his thick fingers caused with passionate kisses.

The second time it happened, it was winter. Powdery layers of snow covered the entirety of New York City, and, as the sun laid to rest for the evening, the streets seemed magical. James and you were rushing to Natasha’s birthday dinner, stopping by Bergdorf Goodman for a last-minute gift. Time around holidays is always strenuous, but the missions almost doubled last year, rustles of a deadly biochemical weapon dampening the joy of Christmas and stealing your attention away from getting Natasha a gift early. Bucky tackled the three bottom floors whilst you handled the other three, scouring the variety of fine jewelry and designer clothing. As fate would have it, a gorgeous sequinned dress piqued your interest, the colour of it overly harsh for the redhead’s complexion but perfectly complimenting to yours. James practically pleaded for you to model it, assuring nobody would notice you being late a minute or two. Desire waltzed in his eyes when you agreed at last, twirling around to present the garment and flaunt how well it flattered your curves. He shoved the two of you into the private dressing room once the sales associate disappeared to bring out a pair of matching heels, closing the curtains and hiking the dress up to your waist. “Be good for me,” he spoke, undoing his zipper and slipping the tip of his cock into your dripping heat, “you wouldn’t want employees to hear us, would you, doll?” You couldn’t think of the gift you ended up buying Natasha, but you can still remember sobbing into Bucky’s hand as his hips feverishly snapped into yours.

Sometimes, that particular memory makes you wonder if introducing James to free use was a mistake — you’d be lying if you said it was because the thrill of being played with at times you least expect is exhilarating. The agreement caused many risky scenarios, though. There was that instance of Bucky between your legs, lapping at your core during a video call with your sister. The wooden desk shielded him from view as he relished you, but the grimaces on your features were a smidge more difficult to camouflage. “You taste incredible, baby,” Bucky mumbled, flesh and metal hands gripping the softness of your exposed thighs, before eagerly licking your clit. “Couldn’t ever get enough of this pussy.” You inadvertently moaned thrice during the call, disguising the sinful sounds by feigning coughs and attributing your strange demeanour to a common cold. “Tell her the truth,” James teased then, slipping a metal digit inside your needy hole, and you sneakily slapped his shoulder. The unsuspecting woman on screen continued to babble about her upcoming visit as you hit the mute button on your computer because the man below you had zero intentions of easing up. “Can feel you squeezin’,” he groaned, slipping a couple more of his metal digits inside. “Please end the call, peach, so I could fuck you atop this desk already.”

There was also the time he got annoyed on a road trip, freeing his cock and guiding your head downward to silence your complaints about his driving on unpaved roads. “Be a good girl and put that mouth to better use,” he grunted as you licked drops of pre-cum off his skin. “Na uh, doll,” with his left arm on the steering wheel, James forced the entirety of his length into your mouth, “we ain’t got time for any foreplay shit right now.”

Furthermore, introducing him to free use is the reason for your current predicament — being bent over the sink at a local bar with Bucky balls deep inside you.

“Takin’ me so well, sweetheart.” James praises, catching your gaze in the grimy mirror before spanking your velvety hips. “My girl’s such a slut for me, letting me play with her in a random pub’s bathroom.” It’s more of an observation than dirty talk, and you bite back a moan, nodding. “Bet you’re always thinking about daddy’s big cock, wishing you could be bursting full of me forever, aren’t you?” A harsh spank lands on your scorching skin when you don’t immediately answer. “I asked you a question, peach.”

“Yes,” you sob, digging your manicured nails into the base of your palm. “Love it—,” another wail slips past your swollen lips, “love it when you use me, daddy.”

The pace of his hips slamming into yours remains brutal as he studies your expression in the mirror. “Look at you,” he clutches your chin, the slight pain of it forcing you to peel your eyes open, “my baby’s so fucked out, she’s having trouble speaking.” The steady pulse of your approaching orgasm heightens as Bucky admires the whimpering mess that is you, leaning lower until the slight stubble on his jaw tickles your ear. “Should I let you finish, or should I leave you all desperate and stuffed full of my cum until happy hour’s over?”

“Please,” you plead, “I’m so close.”

“That’s too—,” James chuckles through a groan as his own orgasm bursts in syrupy waves, “—bad.” The rhythm of his movements falters and then stops, and if tears weren’t streaming down your face already, you would’ve cried at the loss of contact, feeling terribly empty without Bucky to keep you warm. Though you don’t say a word to him, he can sense your frustration, the weight of your emotions lingering in the atmosphere around you. Slithering his metal hands between your legs, he pushes the cum that leaked out back inside you, thrusting a couple times to soothe your disappointment before withdrawing his touch and shoving your discarded panties into the pocket of his jacket. “Don’t let it drip out if you want a reward when we get home.” A lazy grin stretches across his features. “I promise to make it worth your while.”

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suyacho · 8 days

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JUST THE TIP ft. tamaki amajiki

synopsis — getting ready for a party and asking for help getting your zipper up, only for your boyfriend not be able to keep his hands off you.

kinktober 2023

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - pro!hero tamaki & reader - reader in a dress - mirror sex - unprotected sex - he fucks you with just the tip - fingering - nicknames (love, baby) - big dick tamaki oops - slight praise - choking like once - 1,5k words

note: woah i missed writing pookie so much🥹 this took me back to my httptamaki roots /lh

“Tamaki?” you shouted through your shared apartment, struggling to zip your dress up. “Yes, my love?” Tamaki answered, walking into the bedroom, a smile creeping up his face as he noticed you standing in front of the mirror.

“Could you help me zip it up?” you questioned, smiling at him through the mirror. “Mhm of course– you look beautiful by the way.” he complimented you, his big hands now placed on your sides as he pulled you closer to him.

“Well thank you.” you laughed sweetly, relaxing into his touch as he eyed you up and down, swallowing a breath at the thoughts running through his mind, mentally cursing at the fact that you had to go somewhere.

“Tama..?” you broke the silence, making him snap out of his thoughts. “It’s been a while… hasn’t it?” Tamaki asked, leaning closer to you to the point where his breath was ghosting over your neck, making goosebumps appear.

It had been a while however, now was not the time, not when you had a company party to attend. Especially considering Tamaki was one of the important guests, since it was the yearly party FatGum hosted at his agency and Tamaki was one of his number one employees.

“I know but please.” Tamaki mumbled, faint blush covering his cheeks as he placed sweet yet teasing kisses on your neck, sucking here and there to leave his mark. “Mhm– you know we can’t.” you sighed, checking the time to see if you had time for a quickie.

Without hesitation, his hands slowly moved your dress up, looking at you through the mirror, noticing the way you closed your eyes, smirking to himself as you gave yourself to him. “It’s just the tip okay?” Tamaki taunted, fingers ghosting over your slit through the fabric, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Promise?” you asked, the feeling of his big hands on your body making you melt in his touch. “I promise love.” he answered, pushing your panties aside, groaning once he felt your wetness.

“You wanted me too.” Tamaki mumbles under a breath, tapping his fingers at your mouth. “You’re lucky I didn’t put my lipstick on yet.” you laughed, sucking on his fingers, getting them all nice and wet.

“Sucking so greedily, you’re killing me love.” Tamaki smirked, slipping in two fingers you previously sucked on, groaning at your wetness and the way you clenched around his long fingers.

Tamaki watched your face from the mirror, cock strained in his jeans, eager for your touch as he placed kisses on your neck. Eagerly sucking and licking at the skin, intentionally leaving marks without you knowing. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he curled them up inside of you, watching you fall apart on his fingers through the mirror.

“Baby– we don’t have time for this.” you whined, moving against his fingers regardless of your remark. “So? What do you want me to do?”

Playfulness lingered in his tone, you knew he was teasing you, trying to see how far you’d go.

“Just do it already.” you begged, locking eyes with him through the mirror. “Do what my love?” he taunted, enjoying every second of this.

If he wasn’t this needy himself, he would’ve teased you for longer, but he couldn’t, not when he was about to bust one, merely at the sight before him.

“Just fuck me with the tip already.” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed at your neediness when you were the one who told him you couldn’t at first.

Tamaki didn’t waste a second at those words and quickly hurried to unbuckle his jeans, pulling his undergarments down just enough to free his cock. Groaning when it slapped his abs, tip red and leaking angrily, begging to be inside of you.

“You’re so good to me.” Tamaki smiled, slipping your panties aside, teasing his length against your dripping slit, tip nudging your entrance as he slowly slid in. Already fighting back the urge to slam in his full length, but remaining a man of his words.

“Mhm– you’re so big baby.” you whined, feeling slightly stretched from just his tip, never getting used to his size.

Tamaki explored your body, not being able to keep his hands off you while he thrusted in and out. Needy whines leaving his lips as he nuzzles his face in your neck, placing kisses as he locks eyes with you through the mirror.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Tamaki whispered breathlessly into your ear, his hands moving up to move your dress straps down, only for you to stop him. “Na-ah, we don’t have time for that baby.” you remind him, teasingly moving away from him, only to earn a defeated groan.

“ ‘m sorry love.” Tamaki apologized, staring at you with puppy eyes through the mirror, his cock twitching from the teasing. Slamming it all in, only for him to pull out after and continue fucking you with the tip, his apology from seconds ago already losing it’s meaning.

Tamaki couldn’t help himself, not when you were so perfect, so warm and welcoming. You made him feel so good and took him so well, on top of that your reactions drove him crazy. All he wanted to do was take you there in front of the mirror and forget about the party, but deep down he knew he couldn’t, even though it was taking him every nerve of self control in his body not to do so.

“Feels so good.” Tamaki mumbled, trusting in and out, moaning into your ear, a faint blush covering his cheeks as he gripped onto your side. The way he was fucking you was both extremely hot and extremely embarrassing considering it came from his yearning for you and he had no issue showing you his needier side.

“You’re doing so well baby.” you praised him sweetly, closing your eyes and leaning back into his touch, a whine escaping his lips at the praise. You giggled a bit, moving your hips to match his pace and in a way you knew made him feel good.

“Baby you’re so big.” you whimpered, clenching around him, only to be met with a shaky breath and stuttering legs, signaling you that he was close. “You wanna cum for me, pretty boy?” you taunted him, purposely bending over your desk so he gets a good view, giggling a bit at his flushed face.

“Mhm.” is all Tamaki replies, biting his lips as he picks up his pace, his thrusts becoming sloppy, frustrated whines leaving his lips as he slips out a few times, trying to catch his high while still fulfilling his promise, feeling that familiar knot in his stomach.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” you praise him, squeezing down on him as you take more of him, a choked moan leaving Tamaki’s lips while he looks at you through the mirror. Sight blurred from pleasure and his face flushed, breath unsteady as he released inside of you, slowly pulling out and smearing some over your slit.

You giggle softly, turning around to wrap your arms around him. “Good boy~” you taunted him, pecking his lips sweetly. Ignoring that yearning sensation between your legs while he came down from high.

Tamaki smiles sheepishly at you, his hands moving down and teasing a finger along your slit, while slowly lowering himself. Attempting to get down on his knees, wanting to give you the pleasure of an orgasm as well. Only, for you to pull him up by his tie, a choked moan leaves his lips as his cock twitches at the feeling, being defeated at your action while he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Make it up later tonight alright?” you smile, pulling him in a kiss before he could argue against it, it being messy and needy as he deepened it, never getting enough of you.

“Mhm fine—“ Tamaki whined when you pulled back, foreheads resting against each other as a string of saliva connected the two of you.

“It’s about time we leave, isn’t it?” you reminded him, pecking his lips once more as you teasingly ran your fingers against his softened cock, helping him get dressed again. Tamaki still being in his post orgasm bliss.

“Yeah, so we can come back home faster.” Tamaki mumbled, already thinking of what he’d do to you when you’re home as you buckled up his belt.

“Be patient baby, we haven’t even left yet.” you laughed, fixing your panties and whimpering at the feeling. His cum smeared all over it and still inside of you, as a way of claiming what’s his and proof of the acts you guys did just now.

“How do I look, baby?” you ask him after fixing yourself to make it look like nothing happened and putting on your lipstick. “So fucking pretty.” Tamaki complimented you, his arms wrapped around you once more as he stared at you with loving eyes.

“How do I look, love?” he questioned this time, only for you to giggle a bit. “Beautiful and like you just had the best orgasm ever.” you tease him, his face clearly showing off the bliss and his cheeks still tinted a darker shade of pink.

“Perfect.” Tamaki laughed, intertwining his fingers with yours as you made your way out of the house. His eyes glued on you like you were his prey, he would devour the second you two were alone again, knowing that he would keep going until either of you physically couldn’t anymore.

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jessybarnes · 1 year

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Love Dust

Title: Love Dust

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,245

Tags: SMUT, Angst, fluff, sex pollen, kink: harder, find the cure, arguing, sexual tension, minor injuries, masturbation, mutual masturbation, wall sex, unprotected sex, choking, biting, oral sex (female receiving), kissing, multiple orgasms, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it but please let me know if I forgot something.

Written For: @kinktober2022 , @buckybarnesbingo , and @badthingshappenbingo

Square(s) Filled: Sex Pollen for Kinktober // B2 - Kink: Harder for Bucky Barnes Bingo // O1 - Find The Cure for Bad Things Happen Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

"Bucky? Hey, Buck can you hear me?"

You were partnered with the super soldier on the most recent mission, and things started out bad and kept getting worse.

The two of you didn't really get along, to begin with. Add that to the fact that neither of you agreed with the other's decisions, and well, that's how you ended up here, in this dark, dilapidated room.

The walls are cement, the floor is concrete, there are no windows, and the only light is coming from a little vent on the wall by the steel door.

Neither of you is restrained, but you're a hundred percent certain the door is locked. Instead of wasting your time trying to pry it open, you decide to check on Bucky. After all, he's the one with super soldier serum running through his veins, and with his super strength and metal arm, he's your best bet at getting out.

You crouch down and brush his shoulder-length hair out of his face. He really is beautiful, but you'd never tell him that to his face. He'd never let you live that confession down.

He's got a pretty gnarly gash above his eyebrow but other than that, he's unscathed. Well, from what you can immediately determine anyway. You gently roll him onto his back and press two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse.

Okay, so at least he's not dead.

His chest rises and falls and you can't help but run your fingers over his silver hand. The metal is cool and you flatten his palm to look at the intricate grooves. You've always been fascinated with the inner workings and design of his prosthetic, but never had a chance to look at it up close. Until now.

"The fuck are you doing?"

You jump and scoot back to give him some room, "sorry… you were out cold and I couldn't get you to wake up."

He raises an eyebrow, "so you decide the best way to do that is to play with my metal hand?"

"Just shut up and help me get us out of here."

Bucky sits up and looks around. He doesn't remember much other than the stubborn tactics that got the two of you surrounded by Hydra agents.

He stands and rolls the sleeve of his red Henley up to expose his metal forearm before gripping the door handle.

"You should probably stand back."

You roll your eyes, "I'm fine. Would you just do it already? I'm hungry and want to shower."

He shrugs and gives the handle a hard tug. Nothing happens so he fixes his stance and uses both arms to pull as hard as he can.

You stand and watch with your hands on your hips. Even though his efforts didn't work it was still nice to admire his back and arm muscles flexing. Just because you think Bucky's insufferable doesn't make him unattractive. You're only human.

"Good try and all, but I don't think the door's gonna budge."

Bucky sighs and lowers himself onto the floor again, the back of his head resting against the wall. Out of all the people he could have been trapped in a ten-by-ten empty room with it just had to be you.

He's honestly not sure what Fury sees in you. Sure you're skilled in combat and can hold you're own on missions. He'd be lying if he said you weren't pretty, but your arrogant personality rubs him the wrong way. It's just like that saying goes, you can't have everything.

"So, any ideas?"

He doesn't even bother opening his eyes.

"Not unless you got a way to bust through that thick, steel door."

"So, we're just supposed to sit here then?"

Bucky sighs, a twinge of annoyance hints in his tone. "Well, seeing as there's only us in here, and I'm the only one who would have been able to open the door, I don't see how we can do anything else."

"That's really helpful," you deadpan. He grunts and you roll your eyes. You watch him from the opposite wall. He's always so nice to everyone else at the compound. Granted he doesn't talk that much or participate in the parties that Tony holds, but he never seems unpleasant with anyone else. So why is he that way with you?

You can't put your finger on it, and so long as you are stuck in this tiny ass room with him you're going to figure out why.

"What's your deal?"

Bucky cracks an eye open and subtly tilts his head toward you, "excuse me?"

"Why are you always such a dick to me?"

He snorts and shakes his head, "I'm not getting into this with you, Y/N. My head hurts, I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood to open this can of worms right now."

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can a hissing noise catches both of your attention. You look at the vent and begin to panic at the sight of a pale yellow mist flowing out.

"Bucky? What the fuck is that?"

"I…don't know…but whatever it is it can't be good."

He stands and goes to pull on the door handle again, but to no avail. The dust-like substance floats in front of his face and he stumbles back, his body becoming overwhelmed with heat.

"Bucky?!"

He collapses onto all fours, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He's hot all over, and even though he hears you call out to him, he can't focus on anything but the thick, molten heat pooling in his groin.

Once he can finally catch his breath he realizes something else.

He can smell you.

Bucky grits his teeth and tries so hard to ignore the intoxicating scent of your arousal. It's surrounding him, and he can't help the tent forming in his jeans. He's hard and leaking, his cock begging to be touched, and it's taking everything in him to keep himself from tearing your clothes off and pounding it into your tight, wet heat.

You slowly get closer to him avoiding the yellow dust as best as you can. He's doubled over like he's in serious pain, and even though the two of you don't see eye to eye it doesn't mean you want him to suffer.

Your hand gently touches his shoulder and he immediately whips his head around to look at you, your eyebrows shooting up in shock.

Bucky's unrecognizable. His skin is flushed, his pupils are dilated, and his nostrils flare as his lip curls upwards. He looks absolutely feral and you aren't sure if it's because he wants to kill you or if he wants to devour you.

He stands and turns to you, his shoulders moving up and down as he breathes. His fists clench at his sides and he inhales deeply, groaning as he closes his eyes.

"You smell so fucking good, Y/N…"

"Bucky?" You hold your hands up as he stalks toward you, "please…y-you don't have to do this!"

He backs you into the wall and plants a hand on either side of you. His face lowers down to yours and you turn your head to cower away. You're unsure what his motive is. Is he going to eat you? Is this some sort of cannibalistic dust that infects the people that ingest it?

Bucky leans into your neck, his nose dragging along your throat as he breathes in again.

"Mmm, wanna taste you…"

You push on his chest but it's no use. Trying to move him away is like trying to move a brick wall.

There's no where for you to go. Bucky's blocking you from the front and the dust is slowly surrounding you from both sides.

The first flakes of it dance across your face and it's like you've been dipped in a sea of lava. Your back arches off the wall and your panties immediately become soaked through. The throbbing between your legs is so intense that you can't even think straight.

One of your hands slides into your panties and you immediately push two fingers inside of yourself. It does nothing to soothe your need for release, but you just can't stop.

Bucky growls and nearly tears his own off so he can fist his cock. He thrusts into his hand as he watches you, his eyes wild and primal.

Your orgasm comes suddenly and you cry out as slick covers your hand. Bucky’s isn't far behind, seemingly endless ropes of cum bursting from his tip.

Although it felt good, reaching your high did nothing to satiate the unbearable ache in your core. You rub fast circles on your clit while Bucky strokes up and down his still leaking cock.

"Bucky," you whine desperately, his eyes fierce as he looks down at you, "i-it won't stop…"

Bucky closes his eyes and swallows hard. He can hear how wet you are and the last shreds of his self control are dwindling away.

"Buck, please I-I can't… We need to… to find the cure."

"Fuck!" He growls and drags you down so you're laying on the floor, "gotta taste you, doll. Smell so fucking good."

At this point, you'd let him do anything if it made you feel better. You lift your hips and he strips you, tossing your clothes somewhere behind him. He spreads your thighs apart and curses under his breath.

"Jesus, you're dripping all over the floor, baby."

You whimper and circle your clit again, but he swats your hand away.

"Please!" You beg. "Just please do something. I can't take much mo-OH, FUCK!"

Bucky dives between your legs like a starved man. He uses his thumbs to spread you open, his tongue diving into your soaked cunt. He's relentless as he licks and sucks your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

You're practically crying from how intense it feels and when he slips his tongue inside of you, it hurdles you over the edge. Bucky doesn't stop, his low groan vibrates through your core and makes you scream and squirt all over his face.

"Bucky! Bucky oh, my g- oh, fuck! Baby please!"

He finally lets you go and pulls his face away so he can look at you. His chin is shining from your cum and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen. There's still a dull, pounding heat and your eyes fill with tears as your hand works its way to rub your clit again.

"B-Bucky…"

He shushes you and lifts you into his arms, "shh, I've got you, doll. I know, I know it hurts, but I'll make it better, okay?"

You nod and grab onto his shoulders as he pushes you against the wall. His kiss is needy and rough as his cock stretches your pussy.

Bucky can't fuck you fast enough. He's never been more feral for anyone than he is right now. His body pins you to the wall, his mouth ravishes your exposed skin in open-mouthed kisses, and the way your velvety cunt pulls him in is intoxicating.

"Oh, baby," he groans deeply, "you feel so fuckin' good… taking my cock so well…"

"Harder, Bucky!" You cry out and throw your head back, his metal hand coming up to close around your throat.

"Yeah, princess? You need me to fuck this little pussy harder?" He grips your side with his free hand, his hips pistoning upward with reckless abandon. "I'm gonna ruin you, doll. No one else will ever fuck you like this."

"Oh, shit! Bucky! I-I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum oh, my god!"

He squeezes your throat a little tighter and kisses you vigorously, "yeah, that's it, pretty girl…cum…cum all over my cock."

His words are like a trigger, sending you over the edge for a third time, and it's intensity makes little spots dance in your vision. Bucky's release is right behind yours, his legs shaking as he cums with an animalistic shout.

Bucky pants wetly against your lips and lets his metal arm slide down to grab your other hip. He turns around and sinks down to the floor with you in his lap, his cock slowly softening inside of you.

Your still shaking as you lay limp in his arms, his fingertips rubbing lightly up and down your back. It's quiet other than your breathing and you realize that you finally feel relief.

You raise your head to thank him, but before you can, the door is blown off its hinges and hits the wall behind you making you jump.

Bucky wraps his flesh arm protectively around you and raises his metal one to block the debris. He pulls you off of him and stands to put himself between you and whatever’s behind the dissolving dust. Naked or not, he won't let anyone hurt you.

"Buck? Oh, thank god we found y-...wait, why don't you have clothes on? What's going on?" Steve gazes from him, to the yellow pollen-like substance on the floor, and back to Bucky. He's thoroughly confused until he notices you behind his best friend. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself.

"I don't know what happened in here, but whatever it was I'm glad you two aren't at each other's throats anymore. The tension was getting to be too much, so I guess all I have to say is…

It's about damn time."

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risingqueen2 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Fic Rec Day 18 - Somnophilia

One More Time

j_gabrielle

Fandom: Game Of Thrones

Pairing: Jon Snow/Tormund Giantsbane

Tormund howls at the tight heat of Jon Snow's cunt riding his cock. Jon is making punch out noises. Like he is dying with every downward motion of his hips. Like it is too much but not enough all at once.

List used from @kinktober2022

#RisingQueen2 Fic Rec #Kinktober 2022 #Game of Thrones #Jon Snow/Tormund Giantsbane #18+#Somnophilia

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coupsie-daisies · 5 months

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Kinktober '23: Breeding | Choi Seungcheol

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader (established)

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: You and Cheol had talked plenty about the future, but nothing could have prepared you to see his huge frame cradling a tiny baby and the absolute reaction you'd have to it

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: Seungcheol with a baby, very baby-centric breeding, baby fever hits Reader like a train, breeding, unprotected sex (obviously, I'm not even gonna apologize for this one), fingering, Cheol goes feral, talk of having kids, Seungcheol runs his mouth, petnames, Daddy kink, reader is referred to as a mommy like once, multiple orgasms, slight body worship, praise

A/N: Let me know if I missed anything in the warnings and, of course, I hope you enjoy!

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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Maybe going to your friend's house with Cheol was a bad idea. Maybe visiting Joshua and his partner to finally meet their baby was an experience you weren’t altogether prepared for. It had been a few months now since their little boy had been born, and you had only seen him through pictures and facetimes, wanting to give the couple a bit of space to settle into the new dynamic.

But now you were sitting on their couch, trying desperately to have a conversation with your friends while being distracted by the little swaddled bundle cradled carefully in your boyfriend's arms. The delicate little thing, pudgy cheeks and drool running from his lips that Seungcheol delicately wiped away, all fragile and peaceful against his chest. You were always aware of how handsome Cheol was, how hard he worked to keep his physique, but it wasn't something that had ever fully sunk into your psyche until you saw the way his biceps looked with something so tiny sleeping on them.

A voice caught your attention, a gentle call of your name, and you looked up, a little shaken from how deep in thought you'd been.

"Do you want to hold him?" Cheol asked, nodding to the sleeping infant in his arms. Your face split into an adoring grin, and you nodded eagerly. The care with which your boyfriend handled him was enough to make your heart skip in your chest as he carefully transferred the baby into your arms. The boy fussed a little, and you shushed him gently, swaying back and forth until he was sound asleep again.

The others continued talking, but all you could think about was having one of your own. Maybe a little girl, one with Cheol's eyes and your nose. A family where the two of you became three, a unit that always took care of each other.

When the two of you got home, Cheol dragged you to the bedroom, pulling you close and cuddling up to you in the comfort of your bed. You curled closer, letting him trace your arm quietly.

"What's on your mind? You've been in your head all day." He asked you. You hummed thoughtfully. You and Seungcheol had talked about it before, having kids, but you had never fully planned anything. You were still so young, and you hadn't fully settled on whether or not you two were ready to take that step.

"I'm thinking about Jaehan." You said, finally turning your attention back to him. "He's cute don't you think?"

"Yeah, he's adorable. Looks like his dad." He said. You nodded, propping yourself up on your elbow.

"Keep thinking about how natural you looked holding him. Didn't really know that it would be so...attractive seeing you hold a baby."

Seungcheol hummed, placing a large hand against your hip to pull you onto his lap. You looked down at him, smiling brightly at the sight of his dark locks in a wavy halo around his head.

"You think I looked hot?" He asked, a playful tone creeping into his voice. You rolled your eyes.

"I said it was attractive. I kept thinking about how maybe one day you'd be holding our kid, I guess. You'd be a good daddy." You said, your hands smoothing aimlessly across his chest, up, along the curve of his shoulders, then down his arms and back up again.

You watched his eyes darken, his hands moving to rub gently over your tummy.

"Could be sooner than later if you want." He said, eyes still trained on your stomach, imagining how pretty you'd look round with his child growing inside of you. Some primal, desperate part of him was awakening at the thought. A part of him tying itself to a part of you and giving you something to share and teach and care for. He was already starting to harden underneath you at the thought.

"Do you mean that?" You asked seriously, your hands stilling against his chest. "Because I don't want you to do something you're not ready for. Don't just want it to be an excuse to fuck me."

He softened for a moment, guiding your face gently towards his to capture your lips in a warm kiss.

"I promise I mean it. Want to have a family with you, wouldn't even think of lying about that. Let me do that, please." He kissed you again, his kiss just as desperate and sincere as his words as he flipped the two of you over so you were laying underneath him. You melted into the kiss, your hands tangling into his hair to hold him close as if he'd disappear if you didn't.

His tongue teased against your lips, coaxing you open for him and drawing the sweetest whine from your throat. He pulled away after a bit, breathless and flushed. He sat back, stripping your shirt off with ease, then letting his follow.

"Gonna take such good care of you. You and our baby," He hummed, leaning down to press a string of wet, warm kisses to your chest, along the swell of your breasts, and down until his lips could wrap around your nipple, sucking gently. Your back arched off the bed, and his hands stroked along the curve of your waist, holding you in place so he could switch to the other side and give it the same gentle treatment.

You weren't a stranger to having Cheol worship every inch of you, but this felt different. It was heavy and warm and nearly suffocating in all the best ways, anchoring you to each other and letting the rest of the world fade into blank space. He slid lower, kissing down your sternum, along your stomach until he reached the space just above your panty line. He looked up at you then, a large palm coming to rest against the spot.

"Gonna grow our little one right here. Gonna fill you up so full, make sure it takes. Do it over and over until we're sure." He mumbled, kissing your lower stomach again before tugging your panties down your legs and leaving you bare beneath him.

You were already aching, thighs wet with your arousal. Seeing him so wound up at the idea of you carrying his child was doing things you had never imagined. He pushed your thighs wider apart, hungry eyes burning into the sight of your dripping core. He brought his hand down, thumb swiping through your wet folds before nestling against your clit, pressing heavy, slow circles against the bundle of nerves.

"Fuck," You keened, thighs twitching, but he pressed his free hand against one of them, continuing his work. "Cheol, please. Need more."

"I got you baby, don't worry. Know just what you need." He promised, speeding up his movements and making your head fall back against the pillows. He slid his fingers down, pressing his middle finger into you and pumping it slowly before he added a second.

He was good with his hands, never having any problem getting you worked up or stretching you out with his fingers alone, and this was no different. You watched the way his brows furrowed, his lips curling into a concentrated pout while he worked his fingers into you, curling them to find your weak spot and continuing to grind his fingertips into it when he felt it.

You were breathless, squirming and gripping at the sheets as he fucked you slowly with his fingers. Your sounds were nearly incoherent, just breathless whines and gasps of his name as he milked your first orgasm out of you. He praised you all the way through it, his hand never stopping as you coated it in your wetness. Once the waves of your orgasm subsided, he pulled his hand away, reaching up to slip his fingers into your mouth and watching as you obediently sucked and licked them clean of your cum.

"That's my good girl. Doing so well for me. Deserve to feel good." He hummed, standing up to kick his pants off. His cock stood at full mast, the tip leaking and flaring pink. He stroked himself slowly, just admiring the way that you were sprawled out for him.

He quickly settled himself between your legs again, and you welcomed him just as eagerly. He pressed the head of his cock against your hole, and you whined when he didn't move.

"Baby, please. Don't tease me," You huffed, and he chuckled leaning down to capture your lips in another long kiss as he rolled his hips forward, filling you up in one steady thrust. Your walls clenched around him, adjusting to the way he stretched you out, and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands found his waist, nails digging into the sensitive flesh and reveling in the way he hissed out.

He stayed buried inside of you for longer than you would have liked, but soon enough his hips were rolling, dragging out before punching back in and stealing your breath away. You never got used to how well he fucked you, how perfectly he fit inside of you and hit spots you could only hope to reach on your own.

"So perfect, taking me so well." He praised, his hands settling on your hips and pulling you to meet his thrusts. The only sounds in the room were the slick sound of your pussy sucking him in, and the soft sounds shared between the two of you.

"Cheol, 'm close." You mumbled, eyes falling shut as you focused on the warmth running through you, the tension pulling tight in your stomach and the way his thrusts got harsher at your words.

"Go ahead, pretty girl. Cum on my dick, lemme feel it." He grunted out harshly, his head rolling back as your walls clenched around him, trying desperately to keep him inside of you. Then you were gone, trembling underneath him as your second orgasm hit, a silent moan parting your lips. He continued fucking you through it. He didn't stop even when you came down from your high, chasing his own pleasure.

"Cheollie, please," You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, dragging your nails over his broad shoulders. "Want you to cum. Need to be full. Please, Daddy."

He moaned, full and from his chest, his thrusts becoming harsher, less calculated, and then he was burying his face in your neck. His breath hitched, a broken moan of your name, and a sloppy kiss against your neck followed as he spilled inside of you.

The moment after was filled with heavy breaths and the sweetest kisses to your shoulders and collarbone. Finally he pulled out, looking down at the way that his cum dripped out of your hole. He huffed a little, reaching down and using his fingers to stuff it back inside of you. You whined, hips jolting a little from the sensitivity.

"Gotta make sure it stays in so it sticks. Gotta get you knocked up." He said, but it almost sounded like he was talking to himself, voice gravelly and barely audible. Then he was tugging at your hips, flipping you over. You let out an indignant squeak at how easily he maneuvered you around, hiking your hips up so your weight was on your arms folded under your head. "Gotta give you another one. Need to make sure."

You didn't have time to think before he was sliding into you again, still achingly hard and desperate to fill you up just a little more, to give you the baby you were both so desperate for, to start a family and have another precious piece of his life to care for. He needed it, the thought of it taking over the most primal, desperate part of his mind.

His thrusts were harsh, and probably would have been pushing you up the bed if it weren't for the bruising grip on your hips, pulling you back into each thrust and making you absolutely see stars.

"Daddy, 's too much," You whined, burying your face in your arm. His hand smoothed over your back, his pace never faltering.

"You can take it, baby. Just gotta get you nice and full. You wanna have my baby, right? Gotta take it," He cooed sweetly, even as you whined and squirmed. The heat searing through you stung, nerve endings on fire, but it only added to the pleasure that was taking over. You could barely form words at this point with Seungcheol hitting so deep inside of you that you were sure you wouldn't be able to walk, and with the gentle way he stroked your back and sides as if he wasn't fucking you dumb.

"I'm gonna-" You whined high in your throat, a broken moan following as you tried to warn him, but he knew your body better than you did, and he could tell just by the way your hips were pressing back insistently that you were gonna cum again.

"Go on, pretty. Cum for daddy. Cream my cock, please baby. Wanna feel it, know you can gimme one more." He urged you on, and you sobbed as the feeling rocked through you. Your thighs were trembling, and your toes were going numb. You didn't try to open your eyes, but you were sure your vision would have blacked out if you had.

His second orgasm followed not long after, filling you up with his seed again. He leaned against you, one arm holding the both of you up, the other wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed as close as possible to him. You were both breathless, bodies exhausted and minds fuzzy with the blend of pleasure and exhaustion. Once you both were back in reality, he pulled out of you carefully, easing you onto your back and curling against your side. His hand traced against your stomach.

"Was I too rough?" He asked quietly. You shook your head, turning to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“You know I can take it." You promised. He smiled, reaching up to wipe the drying tears from your cheeks

"I know you can. But it's my job to take care of you. And the little one." He said. You laughed lightly.

"Cheol there isn't even a little one yet." You said, your hand landing over his on your tummy and tracing the length of his fingers. He linked your hands together, smiling brightly.

"There will be. If it doesn't take this time I'll just keep breeding you until it does. Wanna make you a mommy. Want our baby to look just like you." His eyes were alight with pure adoration, and you had to admit as you snuggled closer to him that having a couple of mini Seungcheols running around the house sounded like a dream come true.

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spookykoolkat · 7 months

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kinktober | grateful - j.m.

kinktober day nine - cockwarming

pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

wc: 2.17k

summary: being joel's girlfriend meant you saw sides of him no one else ever saw. one of them was how he just loved to be in your presence, to feel you, to touch you — to be buried inside of you.

warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS ARE NOT WELCOMED!!! NO AGE = BLOCKED. mentions of violence and sexual violence *if you blink you will miss it it's not a main theme!*, mentions if blood, dirty talk, p in v, cockwarming, slight somno.

an: gosh im so behind on this but i WILL catch up. i have a concert tmrw im very excited! also this one is very short, but i still love it 🥹

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YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT it meant to be in a relationship – with joel. somehow, years after you got lost with the group you’d traveled with for months, you ended up in the midst of a bunch of men on horses pointing their guns at you.

one of them being joel, and his brother. you were cut up, bloodied and bruised, in the freezing winter with hardly anything on. you remembered looking around you at the men that circled you, your hands raised but just barely because you had a stab wound on your left shoulder, crying.

“please, i, i can leave just, please don’t kill me, i’ll go,” you cried frantically.

every thought was going through your mind right now. you were half naked, shivering and near frostbite basically, the only thing warming you up would be the blood pouring from your wounds. there were only two things that could happen.

they’ll trap you, have their way with you, then leave you for dead. or, they shoot you because they think you’re infected.

“please don’t hurt me, i’m, i’m not infected, i swear.” you sobbed, looking down at your knees that felt numb being buried in the snow.

you heard a shuffle, then something hit the floor, and the crunch of snow under a pair of boots. until you saw them right in front of you, and the person lowered themselves down to your height.

the man tilted your chin up with his glove-covered fingers, and made you look at him.

“you ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of, come on, we’ll get ya some clothes,”

and that was it. joel was the one who kept you away from the men that stared you down like a piece of meat that day, he kept you away from tommy, who kept telling him it was a bad idea. but quickly referenced when he and ellie came into town, and they took them in like nothing.

he kept you safe. and he let you stay with him for the time being, until you managed to find a job down at the local bar. then, the two of you kind of went your separate ways. you found a little house at the corner that tommy told joel to give you, and managed to live by yourself for the year you were there.

joel didn’t want you on patrol routes, or to forage for things that the town needed. he needed you safe, even when he wasn’t there.

you hadn’t talked to joel, but he managed to come to the tipsy bison every friday, sitting at the bar by himself and watching you.

“you know,” you start as you are cleaning the beer glasses and wiping down the sticky table after closing. joel was the only one still there.

“you come here every friday, ever since i started working here, but everyone i’ve ever heard from tells me you like to drink alone. in the comfort of your own house,” you said, wiping the bar down in front of him.

“jus’ makin’ sure you ain’t in no trouble over here,” he mumbled behind his last drink, downing the rest of the mahogany liquid. he did a subtle look down your shirt as you wiped the bar down in circles, watching your cleavage come into view.

you just chuckled. “i think i’ll be okay. i promise you’ll be the first one i go to if i need help.”

that made a small smile tug on his lips.

“let me walk ya home,”

so he did. except he didn’t leave after that. that night, the two of you drank a little more at your place, and things got a little heated. in the midst of stretching you out for the very first time, he was whispering things you would’ve claimed were little nothings, but seemed as if he was declaring his need for you.

“fuck baby, tell me, whose pussy is this? who else is stretchin’ ya out like this?”

“pretty fuckin’ girl, i swear i’ll fuckin’ kill for ya, won’t let nobody come near ya,”

“you ain’t leavin’ me, darlin’. this pussy is fuckin’ mine,”

and you never did, and he always kept his promise. four years later, after him being the one to fix your wounds and give you clothes, a place to stay — you lived with him. ellie ended up being able to take patrol routes occasionally, moving into a small house with dina. she was even glad he had someone to look after him, to take care of him as he cared for everyone.

joel had just came in towards the end of the night from patrolling with tommy, mumbling about how he’s sort of an idiot. you could barely hear his banter from your bedroom, ears perking up at the sound of the door opening and slamming closed.

“baby?” you called out from the bedroom as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. his eyes searched for you in the darkness of the living room, until he ended up walking to the back hall to the room you both slept in.

his face softened, giving a little smile as he walked over to you and plopped on the bed next to you. the force almost made you drop the book you were reading, so you dog-eared the page and put it on the table as you turned to curl into him.

“you smell like outside,” you said as you crinkled your nose.

“fuckin’ tommy, stressin’ me out. he wanted t’ stay longer for maria just in case but it was a fuckin’ ghost town, nothin’ was even there, but he’s fuckin’ stubborn.”

you just sighed and let your face rest on his chest as his arm threw over behind you, rubbing the side of your body. “well, you’re home now.”

he sighed, taking a swig from the beer and moved to put it on the bedside table. he just threw his head back, used his forearm to cover his eyes and breathe in and out. you just looked at him, a little empathetic.

you started to kiss his chest, the one with the dirty shirt he wore to patrol and up his body, to his neck and jaw. with the movements, you swiftly swung your leg over one side and straddled him, making his arm move and his head tilting down to get a look at you.

you just watched him, watching you, and smiled as you sat directly on his groin.

“i know you’re stressed, but,” you started and rubbed over his tummy and pecs, “i need you.”

you said with lust in your eyes, and he just smirked as he watched you reach under his shirt to feel the warmth of his body.

“my baby needs me, ‘s that right?” he asked lowly, his voice sounding raspy and gruff. his hands rested on the width of your hips, loving the way you were so curvy and plush for him.

you just nodded, and moved to where you could unbuckle his pants and try to shimmy them down with his help. after you got his pants and boxers to his knees, you spit in your hand and gripped the shaft of his half hard cock.

“i love you,” you said as you started to feel him harden in your hands, his own hands moving to the tank top you had on and yanking the fabric down to see your breasts.

“you know i love you, baby,” he said and reached to play with your heavy breasts, tugging your nipple and playing with both of them so he could watch them peak.

“i’m just real tired, honey,” he started as he felt your grip on his cock soften, and watched your face turn with disappointment until he grabbed your face and made you look at him.

“you wanna help me out, darlin’?” he asked and you nodded with your eyebrows furrowed, “alright then, come lay down right here,”

he patted the side of the bed that you slept on, and you let go of his cock before pouting and sliding down to the side next to him. you faced the opposite direction, facing the wall as you heard him get up and start taking all of his clothes off before sliding under the blankets with you.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby, such a pretty fuckin’ pussy you have,” he said in your ear as he pulled you flush to his back, gripping your asscheeks before pulling one cheek apart from the other, feeling the wetness you gathered at your cunt.

“always so wet f’ me, always so good to me,” he breathed on your neck. he felt your legs move apart so he’d have more access, and he just smiled, kissing on your shoulder.

you didn’t know what he was planning on doing until you felt him guide the tip of his fully hard length up and down your cunt, still using one hand to move the thickness of your ass so he’d have access to your juices.

“joel,” you whined and moved your hips back to his, and finally felt his tip slip inside of you.

“please,” you begged as he stretched you completely, feeling full even as he’s halfway.

he lifts the blankets to watch you take him from behind, watching how his cock the was lathered with your juices as he thrusts softly into you before he bottoms out completely.

but he doesn’t move, and instead kisses on your shoulder before going to your back, kissing there and wrapping his arm around your waist to rest on the fat of your tummy.

“wait, joel i-” you started before he just squeezed your breast, leaving his hand to rest there.

“mm-mm, we’re goin’ to sleep,” he said, but the feeling of his cock being buried inside of you was too distracting. you couldn’t sleep.

“but joel,” you whined, your hand resting on top of his as you felt the heat of his breath against your neck.

“go to sleep, i promise i’ll give you want you want baby, jus’ let me feel you like this, yeah?” he asks and you involuntarily moan a little, your movements of trying to fuck back on his cock failing.

“i love feelin’ you like this, sweet girl. could be buried in this fuckin’ cunt for years,” he whispered as he squeezed your tit again, “you fit me so fuckin’ perfectly,”

“i love when you fill me up, joel,” you whispered ss you hugged his arm, leaving kisses on it and making joel smile against your skin.

“aw, my baby, loves when i just keep you on my cock, just so i can feel you. love when you keep me warm inside that little fuckin’ cunt,” he growled and you whined, trying to squirm and get some movement in.

he just holds you tight, not letting you move. the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim made your cunt clench, and he groaned at the feeling. you felt like you were suffocating, practically feeling his cock in your throat as he just laid there behind you and kissed your skin.

“go to sleep, baby. i promise i’ll make ya cum over n’ over til’ i gotta leave,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat at the proposition.you knew he was telling the truth, because he’s done it before.

he’s made you soak the sheets before it even hit six in the morning, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and ravishing in it. the best thing he could ever do with his time is watch you fall apart because of him, and make you feel good.

so, you fell asleep with him still inside of you, feeling the dull throb of his cock and your cunt mixed together, the feeling of when he would move to pull you closer because he slipped out of you a little bit.

he craved you, even in his sleep.

and the next morning when he woke up, he was still buried inside of you and looked at where you two connected, seeing the pool of your arousal leaking onto him, and on the bed.

so he kept his promise, and used the newfound arousal you built up to slide out of you, and slide right back in. until you woke up, and tightened on his cock as he fucked you awake.

joel was obsessed with you, and that meant if he could have you sitting on his cock while he did his day to day things, he would. and he’s tried. but feeling you soak him, squeeze him and cry out for him made him feel a whole other type of gratefulness.

you were grateful he was the one that took you in, he was the one that cared for you and protected you, and he was grateful that you let him walk you home that night, grateful that you only trusted him and not anyone else.

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boxofbonesfic · 7 months

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Title: Monster

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Orc!Bucky x Sacrifice!Reader

Kink: Teratophilia (Monsterfucking)

Summary: You draw the devil’s coin in the village lottery, you will buy another season of peace for your people—but you don’t want peace.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Dark Fantasy, Monsterfucking, References to past violence, References to past murder, Witch Burning, Forced Marriage, Dubious Consent, Violence, Revenge, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Darkfic, Dark Fanfiction

A/N: as a note, this story does NOT share a universe with my other Orc story, Brave. this is another version of Orc!Bucky that i cooked up for kinktober. speaking of which, i hope you all enjoy the first installment of my 2023 kinktober ficlets and drabbles! mind the warnings, and enjoy!

Your wedding day dawns bleak and cold. The snows have come early this year, snuffing out the brief, brittle green of summer with icy finality, blanketing the hills in thick layers of white.

Your death day.

“Up with you.” You aren’t asleep, but Thera rips the blanket from you anyway. “Come. It’s time you prepare for your... husband.” There is no pity anywhere on her wrinkled face as she grimaces at you, her eyes dark with disgust. “Witch.” She mutters the last part like a curse you aren’t meant to hear. You do, though, and you bare your teeth at Thera like an animal in response. You are satisfied when fear settles over her features, her rheumy eyes widening.

“If I were a witch,” you hiss, “You would not stand whole before me, Thera Truthspeaker.” This time it is her name that burns in the ear like acid. “You would lay at my feet in pieces.”

She slaps you for the threat, and you taste blood in your mouth as your head jerks painfully. Thera grasps your chin, and you turn dazed eyes toward the old priestess.

“You speak with as foul a tongue as your mother,” she spits.

“Pity you couldn’t burn mine out of me like you did her.” At this, she looks regretful, cutting her eyes at you angrily.

“Lucky for you Demon King likes his brides whole.” She squeezes until you grunt with pain. “And unspoiled.” She tosses your head to the side before standing away from your cot before brushing her hands down her long, thick robes as though wiping your taint from them. “Save your venom, little snake. It is by my grace you were not put to the torch two seasons ago with your witch mother.”

You almost wish they had, instead of forcing the scarred coin into your hand. At least you can serve the light like this, the priest had said, his grim face illuminated by the firelight. You have not forgotten the way your mother’s body burned bright, her head turned heavenward, her mouth open in silent scream as the flames leapt from her blackened lips.

At least you can serve some good when he comes.

Despite her age, Thera’s grip is strong as she forces you up out of the narrow cot. The stone floor of the chapel is like ice on your bare feet as you stumble after her. There is an old metal basin in the chapel’s meager kitchen, and Thera instructs you to strip before ushering you into the steaming water. You hiss at the burn, but it’s the warmest you’ve been in weeks. Months, more-like. She scrubs your skin raw with rough fingers, and tears through your hair with the comb until your scalp stings. When you wince, Thera cracks her open palm against the back of your skull.

“Be still!” Your ears ring from the force of her blow. “This is an honor—a great privilege you have been afforded, though you are tainted and unworthy.”

The laugh that bubbles from your chest is bitter. “This is not your pulpit, Truthspeaker, and I am not your sheep.”

Thera paints the symbols for fertility and prosperity on your damp shoulders in perfumed oil before rubbing them into your skin. She combs the oil through your hair, too, braiding gold thread into it as she pins it up away from your face. As she is closing the bridal robe around your shoulders, the door flies open.

The priest practically falls through it, his face shining with sweat despite the temperature. The charcoal around his wide, fear-bright eyes runs dark on his pale skin, like dark tears tracking down his gaunt cheeks. His terror is catching, your own heart pounding against your ribs.

“He comes! The Demon King comes! He rides for the village!” Thera glances at you, her thin lips curving into a cruel smile.

“And his bride waits.”

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You have seen a bride taken, once. You were young, six seasons, perhaps? Seven? You saw the Demon King ride away with her, her long, black veil whipping behind her in the icy wind.

Mother had told you not to go, not to watch—It’s barbaric, my love, we needn’t take part—but you couldn’t help yourself. She is lucky, she is blessed, the townspeople murmured amongst themselves as they watched her go. Chosen. She’d drawn the coin from the bag, the same pitted, pocked metal that the priest had forced into your trembling hands as you’d watched your mother burn.

Life for life.

The rope bites into your wrists as you tug uselessly at your bindings. Your breath leaves your lips in frantic clouds of white as you pull and pull. Your only victory is the creak of the rope as it tightens. Your teeth chatter as you stare into the fog. It rolls out between the trunks of the bare trees like tendrils, creeping along the snow-covered ground until it fills the air, obscuring light and sound until all around you is dim as twilight.

“Your bride awaits you,” the priest’s muffled voice trembles. “Take her and honor our agreement, as it has been, and as it shall be.”

For a long time there is no answer from the thick, swirling fog. You count each second, your aching arms stretched above you, the rough wood of the post digging into your back through your cloak. The cold eats away at your bones as you shiver. It’s not snowing any more, but the loose drift blows up into your face as the wind rips at you. The priest’s voice trembles as he begins again.

“Take her and honor our—”

“Silence.”

The voice vibrates powerfully in your very marrow, in your head and all around. He is near. You can barely see a foot in front of you, and now you are glad for it, glad you cannot see the face of your death. The mist swells, roiling angrily around you as your skin prickles with his closeness. You know not what the Dark King looks like, but you know what you have heard murmured in the dark corners of ale-soaked taverns and in the pews of every chapel of the Holy Light—he is darkness, he is devil made flesh and set upon the children of light so that they might know fear.

That the price of flesh paid by your people is all that keeps him from loosing his terrible fury upon the valley—

But you do not yet know you believe.

You are afraid, that much you can tell from the thundering of your heart and the staccato sound of your own breath. You cannot see him, but you know he circles you, like a wolf, just behind the curtain of smoke and mist. The silence is deafening, and for a moment you wonder grimly what the Truthspeakers will do with you if the Devil himself does not take you—

“I accept this offering.”

He steps sideways out of nowhere, the air simply parting like a curtain to reveal him. The Orc regards you silently, watching your breath cloud the air and disappear. He reaches for you and you flinch, but he doesn’t touch you. Instead, he pulls at the ropes. The priest knotted them tightly around the post, but when the Orc pulls lightly, it comes away easily, as if undone by his touch.

His face is more human than you expected, fierce blue eyes set above chiseled cheekbones. His tusks poke out from beneath his bottom lip, but only barely, more evident as he grimaces. You wonder if he is displeased with you, as he looks you over, and you flinch when he reaches out with one massive, gloved hand. He grasps your chin firmly, turning your head this way and that before sighing.

“Come.”

This time, his voice does not echo through the clearing as if spoken by a dozen men. He reaches for you again, this time drawing the dark veil down over your face. His horse is as large and dark as he is, and the great beast paws the ground as you near, and you see your own fearful face reflected in its strange red eyes. He chuckles at your reluctance.

“Afraid, little bride?”

You are. Truly afraid. Of him. Of the village. Of the way forward, wherever it led. But you would not be like Thera, like the cowering priests in their chapel. Your fear would not rule you.

You grasp the reins and fit a foot into the stirrup.

“I am afraid.” Swinging your leg up, you climb into the saddle. “And I am more than fear.” He smiles, the sharp, white points of his teeth gleaming as his lips part.

“Good.” He steps up behind you, and your face flushes with heat as he fits you against his front.

“What are you called?” He hesitates, and you wonder whether or not he will tell you the truth.

“James.”

—

The sun is low in the sky by the time you see the encampment, nestled in the dark, snowy hills like a glowing ember. You tense as you see it, going rigid in the saddle.

“I did not know you came to collect your bride price with an army.” You reply, and behind you James chuckles.

“How else would I make sure it was paid?”

You feel small and alone as you ride into camp, your veil still pulled low over your eyes. The sounds of music and conversation die as the king approaches, the garrison watching with curious apprehension. The pack parts for you, people stepping away from James’ horse with a respectful bow. He is King here, of that there could be no doubt. A great fire blazes at the heart off the encampment, and James rides close enough to feel its heat before dismounting. He holds out his hand to you with a thin smile.

“Come, little wife. Lay aside your fear and let us know your fate.” You return his grim smile with one of your own.

I suppose I always knew it would end in fire.

You take his hand, and James helps you down. For a moment, there is no sound other than the roar of the flames and the shrill whistle of the icy wind.

“She is small.” The voice is heavy with age, and rife with irritation. “It will not be her.” You turn to see the stooped Orc step out from the crowd of onlookers. She leans heavily on the staff she carries, the top adorned with an assortment of feathers and tiny, white bones. James does not look away from you.

“The fire will tell.”

He pushes your bridal robe from your shoulders, undoing the tie around your waist. The cloth falls to the ground, leaving you naked. You are not cold, though, not this close to the fire. The veil he leaves on, and the fabric whispers against your bare ankles. The old Orc hobbles closer, peering at you with her one good eye.

“You know what to do.”

You do—you step into the fire. It burns—burns hotter than anything you have ever known—

But there is no pain. You open your eyes. All around you is light, beautiful, glorious light. You lift an arm, and flames dance along your skin, leaving trails of radiant heat. You raise your arms above your head with a shout. They should have burnt me in the village. You imagine the streets burning bright with your flames.

Something is changed in you, something opened, something broken free, something you’d never even known was caged inside you. You are the fire, it is you—

The old Orc slams the staff against the ground with a sound like thunder, and the flames cool to embers as you drop your arms, panting. You are giddy with power, your heart beating in your chest as fiercely as the flames.

“Fire-sign.” She draws symbols on your face in red ichor, and matching ones on James. Her scarred mouth twists into a smile as she pulls the veil from you. “Burn brightly.”

James gathers you in his arms, lifting you with ease. He makes for one of the tents, pushing aside the heavy canvas hanging over the opening. James spills you unceremoniously onto the furs by the small fire, ripping at his clothes as he sets upon you with his hungry hands and mouth.

“Knew it would be you,” he mumbles as he lowers his mouth to yours. “Could smell the smoke on your skin.”

Gods you burn as he kisses you. You are no longer standing in the fire but you feel it in your veins still, like it’s part of you. Your head swims as though you’d drunk your share of mead, James’ touch only adding to the dizzying rush of sensation. He kneels down between your legs, his eyes dark as he drags them down your writhing body. He licks his lips.

“My fire-sign.” He cups your cunt with one massive hand, trailing a thick finger along your slit. From the bits of hushed gossip you’d overheard from the older women in the village, wifely duties were to be penitently endured, you were to feel pain and discomfort, not this, this—

Fire.

James parts your thighs until they are wide enough to accommodate him, and he bends low. The whites of his eyes barely visible as he stares at your slick center.

“What better wedding gift?” He says lowly, tugging your hips roughly forward until you can feel his breath on your cunt.

You lick your lips. “And what is mine?” You ask, and James laughs. You keen as he licks a long, hot stripe up your soaked slit.

“What would you ask of me?”

“Burn the village.” There are two voices coming from your throat when you speak. There is you, the you you know, the you you have always been—

And there is the fire.

The thing of smoke and passion and rage in your skin now, too.

“Leave nothing standing.”

James lowers his head to your sticky core, and wraps his arms around your thighs anchoring you to his face as he feasts. His tongue slides hungrily through your slick folds, and your eyes fly open a your hips roll of their own accord. You come apart then, shuddering and whining, but he doesn’t stop. Your hands tangle in his dark hair, pulling at his ceremonial braids as he tastes you till you’re dizzy. James finally relinquishes his hold, and when he rises his chin is wet with your pleasure.

“You wish me to wage war, little wife?” He asks, reaching between your bodies to palm his cock. You can’t look away. “To spend fire and blood for you?”

You nod.

“For that, I will require more than a marriage of convenience,” he replies, and you shiver as he taps the head of his cock against you with a slick, sticky noise. You whimper as he circles one of your nipples with his thumb. “I want more than just your body, understand, little bride?” His hand spans half the length of your belly it’s so big, and you stare wide eyed down at his cock.

“I will have all of you.” James growls down at you. “Not part.” You whine as he pushes against you, the blunt head of his cock pressing inside with a pop. Your lips fall open, a strangled moan escaping them. James’ claws dig into your hip, and he utters a curse. You’re already so full of him, you don’t know how more can fit, but James works his hips against yours, rutting shamelessly against you until you swear you’re choking on him.

The ache is so sweet it brings tears to your eyes.

“Y-yes!”

He draws out, leaving you almost empty before filling you with a hard thrust. James moans low in his throat, his head falling back. He cups your face with one hand, dragging his thumb across your lips. You rake your fingers over his muscled chest and he grits his teeth, driving into you harder, curling over you as he presses your knees against your chest.

Your breaths escape you in choked little mewls, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he drowns you in pleasure again, and the fire in your veins swells, consuming you. Behind him, the fire blazes more brightly than ever before, and James looses a low growl, his cock pulsing inside of you.

“Then you will have war, little queen,” he says, nosing down the side of your jaw. He nips at your throat, hard enough to bruise.

You smile.

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