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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Kinkmas Day 12: The Grand Finale (Steve/Eddie/Jonathan/Argyle/Billy x Fem!Stripper!Reader)

This is it! The last day of Kinkmas! I hope y'all enjoyed it <3

Warnings: pure smut (18+ only, minors DNI), dom! Billy, dom!Reader, sub!Steve, sub!Eddie, sub!Jonathan, sub!Argyle, handjobs, oral (m! receiving), protected p in v, m! masturbation, hair pulling, spitting, degradation, language

WC: 2.6k

Taglist: @kriss-harrington @sourwolf-sterek32 @mopping-the-roof @whore-of-the-pumpkin-patch

The sound of beads clinking together indicates incoming customers. It’s a Friday night, usually one of Gentlemen Only’s busiest times, but the falling snow seems to be keeping most clients at home. The exception being four guys in their mid-twenties, shaking off the snow as they walk in. Their voices are barely audible over the music pumping through the speakers.

“Strip club for a bachelor party, Munson?” one of the men is saying. “A little cliche, no?”

A loud chuckle. “Byers doesn’t seem to be complaining, and he’s the VIP here.”

“Definitely not complaining,” comes a quiet murmur from a different guy. That must be ‘Byers.’ You grin to yourself; the shy ones were always fun. You peer out from around the curtain where they can’t see you to get a peek at your clientele.

There’s one in a tan leather jacket, tall, with perfectly coiffed hair. The man next to him has a frizzy mane of dark brown curls and is wearing ripped jeans and a faded Metallica tee. Standing beside him is a guy with his hands shoved nervously in his pockets, shaking his swooping blond hair from his eyes. And the final friend had the shiniest, silkiest black hair you’ve ever seen; it’s so long, it brushes against the waistband of his brightly-colored pants.

“S’gonna be a slow night,” muses your boss, Billy, taking a drag from his cigarette. But his smile widens when he sees the men taking their seats by the stage. “Aw, shit. I know those schmucks from high school. Well,” he adds with a chuckle, “except for that dude. No clue who he is.” He points to the guy with the long hair.

“Friends of yours?” you ask, spritzing a flowery perfume between your breasts, pushed up by your lingerie.

Billy exhales a cloud of smoke. “Not exactly. But that guy?” He motions to Coiffed-Hair Man. “They used to call him King Steve. Parents’re loaded. He drove a fuckin’ Beemer; probably never even used a dime of his own to pay for gas.” He gives you a pointed look. “Y’might wanna spend some time with him. He’ll tip well.” You know what that means, and you can’t say you’re disappointed. Most of the rich customers were greasy and middle-aged. This beautiful man was a welcome change.

“And the rest of them?”

“Feel it out,” Billy shrugs. “You’re on in five.”

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, lights illuminating the otherwise dim room. Your red babydoll lingerie leaves little to the imagination. Slipping on your matching stilettos, you make your way to your mark.

“Introducing, the incomparable, the delicious, Miss Cherry!” Billy’s voice booms over the sound system, as though he’s addressing a whole crowd. He’s such a tool, but he pays fairly, and there’s no denying you’re his favorite.

You strut out on the stage, your lips turning into a cocky smirk as you gaze at the guys. God, is there anything better than their initial awestruck expressions as they drink in your body? The curly-haired one leans forward, pressing his elbows on his thighs. His forearms are littered with tattoos.

You swivel around the pole as they gawp; four pairs of eyes following your every move. They’re in the palm of your hand—right where you want them. As you drop down low, pole between your thighs, you ask, “Who are we celebrating tonight, boys?”

The one with the swooping blond hair raises a hand timidly, and you snort. “This isn’t school,” you tease, stepping down from the stage and straddling his lap. “Although if it was, bad boys like you four would be in detention.”

“You’re familiar with that, aren’t you, Munson?” ‘King Steve’ nudges the tattooed guy, who just rolls his eyes.

You grind your hips, feeling the shy one stiffening beneath you. “What’s your name, baby?” you coo.

“J-Jonathan,” he stutters, inhaling sharply at your movement.

“Well, Jonathan,” you murmur, “let’s give you a night you won’t forget.” The rest of the group hoots and hollers. The long-haired one claps his buddy on the back proudly.

The sound of boots scraping along the carpeted floor draws everyone’s attention. Steve blurts out an incredulous “Hargrove?”, but Billy ignores him.

“If I know this guy, he’s not gonna step out on his old lady.” Billy approaches them, sneering. “Prob’ly feels guilty enough just doing this. Am I right?” He gives a malicious laugh when Jonathan nods dumbly. “Thas’ all right; Cherry still has a gift for you.” He gives you a knowing glance.

“Anyone opposed to getting some special treatment?” you question, already knowing the answer. The remaining three shake their heads, and you tut at the response. “I need a ‘no ma’am’.”

“No ma’am,” they echo in unison.

You turn back towards Jonathan. “Here’s how this works,” you whisper in his ear, continuing to give him his lap dance. “You’re gonna tell me anything you want me to do to your friends, or anything you want them to do to me.”

“Anything?” he repeats, entranced by your hips.

“Anything.”

Jonathan takes too long for Billy’s liking; an impatient sigh escapes his lips. “Give him a lap dance, maybe leave a couple hickeys,” he says, pointing at the long-haired guy. “Everyone likes a souvenir.”

You nod and climb off of Jonathan’s lap and onto his friend’s. “Your friend can decide where I mark you up,” you breathe, making small circles with your hips over the crotch of his pants. He whimpers, eyes darting in Jonathan’s direction.

“H-His neck,” Jonathan answers. “You okay with that, Argyle?”

You shake your head, offering a mischievous smile. “If you say it, I have to do it.” You suck hard bruises along Argyle’s throat, three in a row, dragging your tongue over each one. “Wear ‘em proudly.” You’re ready to move on to the next victim when Jonathan speaks up again, finally finding his voice.

“Use your hands and get him off,” he says, more assertively than before. “An’ let him play with your tits.”

Wordlessly, you unclasp the hook on your sheer top, letting it fall to the ground. Argyle’s eyes turn into saucers; hands kneading your exposed breasts, running his thumbs over your pert nipples. You unbutton Argyle’s pants and tug him out of his boxers. His cock is half-hard already, and it only gets harder when you spit on the tip and wrap your hand around it. He groans and leans back, still fondling your chest, while you straddle his thigh and glide up and down his thick shaft. “Holy shit,” he hisses, puffing out his cheeks and exhaling as you work your magic. Within minutes, he’s spilling into your hand, leaving hot white ropes of cum running down your arm.

“What should I do with the mess he made?” you ask Jonathan.

He looks flustered but recovers quickly. “Lick it off.” You do as you’re told, moaning as you suck Argyle’s cum off of each finger.

“Next customer,” you announce wickedly; Jonathan croaks out “Eddie,” and looks at the guy in the Metallica shirt. “And what’ll it be for him? More of the same?” Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “Or something else?”

Jonathan runs a hand through his hair. “Blow him?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“T-telling you,” he affirms, palming himself over his jeans. “You’re gonna blow him.”

Eddie is ready, pulling his cock free and hissing at the release. He starts to touch himself, but you nudge his hand away. “Be patient,” you warn him, getting onto your knees between his spread legs, “or you won’t get anything at all.”

“‘M sorry,” he mutters, but his shame is short-lived as you lower your lips onto him. He’s thick, filling your mouth. His hips stutter with each swirl of your tongue around his fleshy tip. “B-Byers,” he croaks out. “Can y-you ask her to let me grab her hair?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jonathan give him a small nod. “Eddie’s gonna touch your hair.” It’s always amusing to watch their confidence–among other things–grow with time. You feel Eddie’s ringed fingers lace through your hair as you hollow out your cheeks and take him further down your throat. Your tongue traces over the veins, letting the ridge between the shaft and the tip press against the roof of your mouth.

“God damn,” he groans, eyes rolling back with pleasure.

Behind you, Billy lets out another chuckle. “Yeah, she’s real good at that; aren’t ya, Cherry?” Your mhm sends vibrations around Eddie’s length, and with an even tighter grip on your hair, he pulls out of your mouth and cums all over your bare tits.

“Fuck, yes, s’perfect.” Disjointed words leave Eddie’s lips as he yanks on his cock, milking every last drop. He grabs a black bandana from his back pocket and wipes off his release. Before he can dispose of it, you pluck it from his fingers and tuck it into your g-string.

“‘S mine now,” you bite your lower lip seductively.

He just nods. “Whatever you want, s’good with me,” he finally manages. These boys are just so pathetic; it’s almost comical.

“Now,” Billy drawls as you stand up, “King Steve.”

Steve scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “No one calls me that anymore, Hargrove.”

Your boss’s gaze flits to you. “I’m thinkin’ we could get some use outta the private room,” he muses. “Treat King Steve like royalty.” He leans down, whispering loudly in Steve’s ear, “You want her pretty pussy, dontcha?”

Steve swallows thickly. “Yeah,” he says, voice barely audible. “Yeah, I really fuckin’ do.”

“Gonna have to run it by your buddy,” Billy sneers, jerking his mullet of curls towards Jonathan. “What d’ya say, Byers? I’d say it’s only fair, considering you took his girl.”

Jonathan’s face blanches, unable to make eye contact with anyone in the room for a moment. He looks at you with wanton eyes. “Cherry, you’re gonna fuck Steve; gonna ride him until he cums.”

“And what about me?” you feign offense, lithe fingers flying to your naked chest. “Do I get to cum, too?”

Billy clucks his tongue disapprovingly. “Cherry’s workin’ real hard for you boys, and she doesn’t even get off? What a shame.”

Jonathan’s gaze is piercing as he addresses Steve. “Make her cum,” he says sharply, “twice.”

You take Steve’s hand in your own and lead him to the quiet room in the back of the club. “You up for the challenge, King Steve?” you tease.

The other guys begin to stand, dejected looks crossing their faces when Billy shakes his head. “Sorry, boys,” he laughs, “just me, Cherry, and Stevie for this one. You’ll have to use your, uh, imaginations.” He whispers something to you, and you nod in agreement, shit-eating grins on both of your faces.

The back room is quieter; you can hear the sound of Steve’s heavy breathing as the door closes behind you. You toss Eddie’s bandana to the side, sliding your g-string down to the floor. Steve is fumbling with his leather belt, movements frantic as he processes just what’s happening. He’d thought he was just going with his idiot friends for a lame bachelor party; maybe get a half-assed lap dance. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be fucking one of the dancers.

You position yourself over Steve’s cock, already dripping with precum. Grabbing a condom from the basket next to you, you rip open the wrapper and glide it down his length. Taking him in your hand, you ease your way onto him. “Y’gonna fill me up, King Steve?” you moan against his ear. You’ll never give him the satisfaction of knowing this, but he’s hung. “Remember, you’re under strict orders to make me cum twice.”

He exhales as you move your hips. “Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” But his hands stay on your thighs, unmoving. You frown at them, and then up at Billy, who gets the hint.

“Harrington,” he says gruffly. “Her clit’s not gonna play with itself. Or do you not know how to find it?”

Steve gives him the finger, using the same one to press against your sensitive bud. You shiver at his slow, deliberate circles. “Faster, faster,” you urge, rocking against him.

“S-Sorry,” he stutters. You can’t help but laugh at his malleability.

“How’d you even get your nickname, ‘King Steve’?” you ask snidely. “Don’t seem like royalty to me.” You feel him grow harder inside you. “Oh, you like when I talk down to you? Like King Steve is just a peasant?” A whimper from behind you draws your attention, and you see Billy jerking himself off.

“Keep telling him what a piece of shit he is,” he manages through ragged breaths. “Pull his stupid fucking hair and spit in his mouth.”

You grab onto Steve’s perfectly maintained coif and tilt his head back. “Open your filthy fucking mouth, Serf Steve,” you order, and he complies easily. A trail of saliva drips past your lips onto his waiting tongue. You bring your palm to his chin and close his mouth. “Swallow. Take it like the whore you are.”

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “More,” he whimpers. “Please.”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “The begging is cute, but you know that’s not up to me.” His eyes follow yours to Billy, still fucking his own fist.

“Ride him,” he tells you. “Ride him while you cum.”

You press your hands into Steve’s shoulders, using him for leverage as you bounce on his cock. His movements speed up, pushing you to your orgasm. You clench around his cock and look him straight in his eyes as you cry out, “Oh, yes, Billy.”

Steve’s movements stall as your boss finishes on your back. “What the fuck?” he muses, mostly to himself.

“I still need another orgasm, according to your friend,” you shrug. “Couldn’t let you finish early.”

Seething that you’ve just said his enemy’s name while he is inside you, Steve grabs onto the flesh of your ass and bucks up into you, thrusting as hard as he can. He hits your g-spot over and over, and you moan despite yourself. He stretches your tight cunt completely, and there’s a hint of pain with each wave of pleasure.

“You feel s’good,” Steve mewls, now back under your control. “Please cum for me; can’t keep holding out with your wet pussy making those beautiful noises.”

You grab back onto his hair. “First of all,” you snarl, “I don’t cum for you. And second, you don’t tell me when to cum. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chokes out. “Won’t happen again.”

“Good boy.” You match his movements and bring yourself to the edge; Steve finishes a moment later, chanting your name like a prayer.

You lift yourself off of him, whispering sweetly in his ear, “You and your friends gonna pay me now?”

Steve nods, fumbling for his wallet. Billy steps in front of you, cigarette dangling from his lips. “You go clean up, babydoll,” he says in his sweetest voice. “I’ll make sure these guys leave a real good tip.”

You beam at him gratefully. “You always take the best care of me, Billy,” you exaggerate your compliment just to get under Steve’s skin. “They should call you the king.”

As they walk out of the private room, you can hear a snippet of the conversation between the remaining three men. Eddie’s voice floats through the club:

“D’you think if I pretend to get engaged, she’ll fuck me next?”

You scoff to yourself and roll your eyes. Small-town boys are so easy.

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Hi sweet Natalie! ❤️

Finally worked my last shift before Christmas, so I’m celebrating by sending you some Kinkmas asks 😁❤️

For the first one, I was thinking Dilf!Steve and tattoo artist!reader with the dialogue “it’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar” ☃️🎄🎅🏼🤶🏼

Hope that you’ve had a great day ❤️

Got this one from @misc-incorporated as well so doubling up!

I can definitely see this taking place during the same Christmas as the previous drabble I did for them…

Steve chuckled when he struggled to get Grant into his PJs, ruffling the toddler’s hair once he finally did up all the snaps and setting him down on the floor so he could waddle off to go find you. The kid squealed when he saw you curled up in front of the fire with a mug of tea in your hands, running to you and screaming “mommy” over and over until you put your cup down and pulled him into your lap so you could kiss his cheeks.

“No cookies, sir, daddy just brushed your teeth.” You winked at Steve when Grant tried to grab one of the sweets off your plate. “Let’s do yours and your sister’s calendars then story time.”

“Hey bug, you all washed up?” Steve hugged Sarah when she skipped into the room, grinning at her when she nodded before sitting next to you and tucking you into his side. “Okay, who’s going first?”

As always, the kids agreed that Molly would go first, making sure she sat patiently while they opened the little compartment and unwrapped her gingerbread man treat for the day. They both wanted to go next though, so you helped Grant unfold the stegosaurus and add it to the dinosaur scene while Steve and Sarah put together the sugarplum fairy.

“It looks good you guys, me next?” Steve grinned and rested his cheek on the top of your head while he reached to pull open the day’s drawer and admired the charcoal pencils that were waiting for him. “Perfect, may have to sketch something tomorrow. Alright, mommy’s turn!”

“No, that’s okay.” You cleared your throat and took an innocent sip of tea, avoiding Steve’s gaze while you scratched Molly’s ears. “Let’s read, go pick a story, kids!”

“Baby, they spent a long time picking out the shortbread calendar I think they…” Steve just snorted when they ran off to pick a book without acknowledging you, shaking his head and kissing your hair while you settled in closer. “Or not. Why don’t you want to open your calendar?”

“Well, Steven.” You tilted your head up to look at him and bit your lip. “You got your pregnant wife twenty-five delicious cookies, it’s incredibly bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar. It’s even more incredible that I managed to hold off for ten days.”

“Oh my god, yeah okay.” Steve cupped your cheek affectionately and kissed the tip of your nose, looking to the side when the kids ran back in and taking the book they had chosen. “Forgot how hungry you get when you’re knocked up.”

“Not my fault, it’s your freakishly large babies, and now I have two of… oh!” You jumped a little when you felt a jolt in your belly, grinning when Steve gave you a worried look and grabbing his hand to place it on your stomach. “They’re kicking, a lot! Come feel you guys, your brother and sister are awake.”

ᥴ᥆mᥱ ȷ᥆іᥒ mᥡ 𝖿ᥣᥙ𝖿𝖿mᥲs ᥴᥱᥣᥱᑲrᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒ!!

#natalie answers #natalie’s fluffmas celebration #goddamn prince charming looking dilf #dilf steve rogers #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfic #chris evans #chris evans character #asks are always open

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josiebelladonna · 1 year

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kinkmas | black moon | day twenty-five

chapter title: “eros”

pairing: alex skolnick x fem!oc

tags: voice kink

ao3 link | kinktober/sister piece “eclipse”

minors dni, and merry christmas!! ❄️💋❄️💋

“Chris... Christine...”

She opened her eyes only to see the gray morning light that washed over the ridge above the roof of their tent. They were still pitched out on the side of the mountain with the look out to the desert, and as far as she knew, a bit of snow had fallen over the top of the tent and all around the ground outside of there: she raised her head a bit, and she squinted her eyes to find a dusting of snow up on the ridge. She then turned her head again for a look at Alex and his deep eyes, as clear as the blue sky outside of there.

“Yes?” she asked him in a broken voice. He cleared his throat.

“You’re lying on my arm.”

Christine lifted herself up a bit so he could slide his arm from underneath her body: he tucked his arm closer to his chest, and then she lay back down again, and she brought herself even closer to his body. She put her arms around his hips, and all the while, she could feel something soft and plush in her hands.

“Hmm... you feel softer than normal,” she whispered into his ear.

“I am soft. Look at me.”

She looked down on the inside of the sleeping bag to see his body nestled up next to her. His waist seemed a bit fuller and rounder than before, even with the slender shape of his body still very much intact.

“Ooh, yeah... I'm looking.” She glanced up at him and puckered her lips at him. “And I like what I see.”

“You do?” he asked her with a little raise of his eyebrows.

“I do, yeah. You look so cute and so healthy.” She put her arms around his slightly full waist to feel his softness and his warmth. Christine nestled her head underneath his chin to better take in his warmth. So warm, and he smelled so good as well, as if he had just climbed out of the shower at some point right before she woke up. She ran her left hand down the shape of his ass, and then back up to the small of his back: it was only a few pounds, but his body stayed so slender, and yet he felt so plush.

He cleared his throat and pressed his lips to her forehead out of nourishment.

“This is so good,” he said in a slightly louder voice. “So very good.”

“How good are we talking?” she asked him with a raise of her head for a look into his face.

“Good as hell,” he replied as he closed his eyes and showed her a sweet smile. His cheekbones were full and round, like little apples. Christine gently pressed her lips onto his right one, as if she was kissing the ripest apple from the tree branch. He was so soft, so gentle, so boyish, and all he needed was a slight nudge.

“I don’t want this feeling to ever go away,” he confessed to her. “I don’t ever want to leave this spot here. I don’t ever want to leave your arms, Christine. I want to lie here forever.”

She reached up for another kiss on his soft lips, two little cherries from the next tree over. All the while, she ran her left hand over his hip and then onto his waist to feel his soft flesh some more.

“Could you say my name again?” she suggested to him as she ran her index fingertip around the rim of his belly button.

“Christine. In fact, you know what? I like saying your name, if I'm honest. Christine—Christine—sweet Christine. The sweetest angel who seduced me and loved every inch of me when it felt as though no one would ever do such a thing.”

She buried her head against his chest once again, that time to hear his heartbeat in there.

“Just when I believed that no one would ever love me...” His voice trailed off. She raised her head again, that time for a gentle kiss on the side of the neck.

“Just when I thought... that I was unlovable.” With his voice down low, Christine thought of the finest wine straight out of the best bottle from the highest shelf over her head. Indeed, she thought about the full, deep sound of his voice and the way he lowered it whenever he spoke to her: it was as if he was telling her about a secret for the ages, and right over the top of the pillow between the two of them. Like a fine wine, or the freshest, wildest honey straight out of the beehive: with the words of poetry included in there as well, it sounded as though he spoke with the feeling of velvet inside of him.

“Just when I thought that there was no way that my body, my heart, my everything... could be genuinely loved.”

She pressed her lips onto his own once again. “I love your voice,” she told him in a hushed voice. “God, I love your voice so much. I'm so madly in love with your voice.”

“Okay, that’s interesting,” he confessed.

“Interesting in a sense that—it's kind of turning you on a bit?” Indeed, she could feel him up against her thigh. The mere mention of it gave him a bit of something, something that she wondered if he had felt before in his life, in his life before she arrived.

“I guess you could say that that’s true, my snow bunny,” he replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders and a raise of his eyebrows.

“By the way, there’s something that's been on my mind lately,” she started.

“Go ahead.”

“What is it that you wanted to tell me at the start of all of this?”

He swallowed, and she raised her gaze to his face once again, and that time, he showed her a thoughtful, almost pensive expression plastered on his face. He looked almost on the brink of tears all the while as well.

It was eating away at him: it was one of those things that she couldn’t exactly look away from, and it was one of those things that she could feel in her bones as well.

“I think I'm in love with you,” he confessed to her in the huskiest voice by far. “I’m in love with you, Christine. I'm so in love with you. I don’t think I'll ever love again with you here with me.”

“Oh...” She clasped her hands to either side of his face, and she brought her lips to his for the biggest kiss by far. Her tongue slithered into his mouth for a taste of him, for a deep feeling of him, the deepest and softest feeling by far that came with Alex.

“I want you to always take good care of yourself,” she whispered to him. “I’m so glad that you’re away from her.”

“I’ve never felt better when I'm away from her,” he whispered back to her. “I don’t want her anymore. I don’t need her. I came to a point where I wanted to break it off with her and so—I did. I learned a little respect for myself.”

“Your silky, sexy voice definitely doesn’t need her,” she assured him. “Not another breath wasted on her gross, worthless ass.”

He kissed her again, and that time around, his hand slithered onto her chest for a fondle of her bare breasts.

“Feel the desire inside of you, Alex,” she whispered to him in between kisses. “Feel it. Don't ignore it. Don't you ever ignore your heart’s truest desires.”

His fingers caressed her nipples, which in turn made her gasp.

“You know what? Just for that—” Christine moved her hand down to his crotch for a good fondle for him. He parted his lips and let out a low whistle from the sensation.

“Hey, guess what?” he started again, that time with a little excited tone to his voice.

“What?”

“It’s Christmas.”

“Aw.” Another press of her lips onto his own and she showed him a little smile. “Merry Christmas, my baby. I love you.”

“I love you more than anything in the world,” he lowered his voice down to a whisper, and he brought his hand to the small of her back. To never let her go, and for to never let him go as well. She could help him heal, that is if he was more than willing to let her help him. The sweetest love that no one would ever have to know about, not even when asked about it.

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badasmuse · 5 months

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Day One: Public

Bada Lee x Reader

On the first day of christmas my true love gave to me: a public fingering.

18+ MDNI! mstlst

“baby please hurry up! we’re gonna be late!” bada yelled from the kitchen of your apartment.

“im almost ready!” you respond, finishing up your makeup.

basically… bada has been here waiting on you for twenty five minutes. you’re supposed to be having dinner with her team before the holidays, but you couldn’t find the perfect outfit. you were just starting your makeup when she arrived.

“baby please. this is why i told you at three to start getting ready.” she says, sounding upset.

“im sorry, honey.” you say walking downstairs. “im all done. i just need help strapping my heels.”

her jaw drops when you emerge from the bedroom, her eyes raking over the blue, strapless dress you have on. “okay maybe it was worth the wait.” she mumbles before she kneels down helping you slip on your red bottoms and strapping them on your ankle.

“thank you honey.” you say pecking her lips when she comes back up. “i like this skirt on you.” you say fixing it for her.

“thank you, now let’s go.” she grabs your hand pulling you out the door.

fifteen minutes later, you’re pulling up to the restaurant where you see the other girls waiting at the door.

“finally!” lusher exclaims. “next time we’ll pick up y/n.”

“yeah and you’ll be just as late. she was starting her makeup then i got there.” bada mumbles.

“sorry- i’m indecisive. let’s go eat.”

after ordering and receiving your food, the girls started telling stories about their worst dance experiences. you tried to focus but you couldn’t help but think about how good bada looked in this skirt right now. you placed your hand on her thigh as she spoke but she thought nothing of it. you always touched her in some way when you were out.

but then your hand started moving. caressing her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her cunt. she ignores you, tries to, and continues her story. when she finishes and kyma starts, she leans over to whisper in your ear, “what are you doing?”

“shh kyma’s talking. she didn’t interrupt you.” you reply, pressing your fingers to her clit making her jerk and her knee hit the table.

“you okay bada?” kyma asks, the sound of the table being hit throwing her off.

“i’m fine. i was talking while you.. were and y/n hit me.” she lies.

“good on you y/n!” tatter says. “now continue kyma.”

bada is trying so hard to focus on kyma’s words but when your fingers slide the lacy fabric under the skirt to the side and start rubbing directly on her clit, she almost moans out loud. instead, she bites down on her finger keep quiet.

you think it’s funny. the way her ears are turning red. the way her eyes close gently when you push a finger into her. but you stop paying attention to her, listening to tatter’s story now.

you’re engaging, laughing, and making comments all while you’re knuckle deep in bada.

she leans over to whisper in your ear, “i’m gonna cum.” it comes out in a whine as she grabs your wrist.

you lean back over, still watching tatter, and whisper, “go ahead but if you make a sound i’ll invite the girls back to the house and they can see how much of a whiny slut you are for me.” your fingers move faster in her and your thumb rubs her clit gently.

bada bites her lip to muffle her moan as she cums on your fingers.

you pull them out, wiping them on a napkin. you scan the table in hopes no one noticed but when you make eye contact with a red-eared lusher you know it didn’t go as you planned. but all you do is send a wink her way making her face go red.

she’ll be okay.

happy kinkmas from squid🩵🌊

Taglist (open): @waveartistry @sun-nyy @yngtort @elliesblkgirlfriend

#bada lee #bada lee smut #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #squidnotes #kinkmas #squidskinkmas

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Kinkmas prompt list!

Before I start I should say if anyone wishes to use this they certainly can but I doubt anyone will. Also i went with things that would be surprising for that character so it would be far more challenging and fun for me.

Day one:cumeating- nishinoya yuu

Day two:knifefucking- dabi

Day three:pegging-ushijima wakatoshi

Day four: hatefucking- shouto todoroki

Day five: roleplay-tanaka ryuunosuke

Day six:bondage- hizashi yamada

Day seven:somnophila- sugawara koushi

Day eight: bloodplay- izuku midoriya

Day nine: body worship-tendou satori

Day ten: choking- tenya Iida

Day Eleven: degrading-bokuto koutarou

Day twelve: electrocution - tomura shigaraki

Day thirteen: dumbification- oikawa tooru

Day fourteen:sizekink - mirio togata

Day fifteen: spanking- iwaizumi hajime

Day sixteen: public sex- tamaki amajiki

Day seventeen: god complex- hinata shoyo

Day eighteen: petplay- denki kaminari

Day nineteen: piercings- tsukishima kei

Day twenty: breeding - aizawa shouta

Day twenty-one: overstimulation-kenma kozume

Day twenty two: edging- Kirishima enjiro

Day twenty three: torture - kuroo tetsuro

Day twenty four: anal play- shinsou hitoshi

Day twenty five: public humiliation- suna rintarou

Day twenty six: marking- hawks

Day twenty seven: wetsports- sakusa kiyoomi

Day twenty eight: sensory manipulation- bakugo katsuki

Day twenty nine: panty shots- akaashi keiji

Day thirty: clothes stealing- aoyama yuga

Day thirty one: gangbang- kageyama tobio, daichi suwamura, asahi azumane, and yamaguchi tadashi

#kinkmas 2020 #yandere imagines #haikyuu smut #yandere bnha #yandere bnha imagines #yandere haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagines #kinkmas #bnha imagines

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faceachefics · 3 years

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Two Much

6th Day of Kinkmas -- Overstimulation

Pair(?): Billy + Stu x Reader

Summary: The Ghostface Duo makes you climax enough times for you to think they’re trying to beat a high score.

Word Count: 473

Warnings: Smut

How long had it been? Twenty minutes? Thirty? You couldn’t keep track of anything, not even the amount of times you came already (You lost at five). Your loins became more sensitive as you climaxed over and over again. They ached, and the vibrator pressed against them felt like torture.

“Fuck, Billy… I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“You remember the safeword, sweetie?” Stu asked from behind you. He was propping you up, your back resting on his chest, while his hands aimlessly wandered over your torso. Stu was in front of you, holding the toy in one hand and fingering you with the other.

“Ye-yes.” It was ‘Elm Street’. You fought the urge to roll your teary eyes at the thought of it. That was the last time you were letting them pick out names. You weren’t going to say it anyway. As overwhelming as this experience was, you couldn’t get enough of it.

Billy lifted some pressure from your aching front and slowed his pace. He waited a minute for you to say it. After hearing nothing but your whimpers in that time, he grinned and went back to where he was.

Stu’s kisses could only reach your neck and shoulders. He occasionally nipped at your skin to make you shudder. He sneered as you writhed over him, your ass grinding against his crotch.

You felt another orgasm coming. There was no way you could last longer than a few minutes in this state. You chased that familiar moment of ecstasy, desperately attempting to make friction between the toy and your groin. Stu huffed as he quietly got off on your movements.

“Just like that, baby. One more time for us.”

Billy goaded you on as you got closer, and closer.

“Fuck!”

You screamed as your body shook and spasmed. Stu sucked in the air as he grabbed your hips and rutted against you. While you were held down, Billy put away the toy to lap up your cum. He then went up to kiss your lips. You could taste yourself on his. He muttered words of praise such as “You did so good,” and “God, I love you.”

“Say, Y/N,” Stu interrupted your tender moment. “When do I get my rocks off? I mean we made you do it eight times. You got the energy to return the favor?”

You looked at Billy, then your gaze flickered between him and the vibrator. You smiled at each other, almost telepathically hatching a plan. You shifted over to face Stu, and picked up the toy with a devilish grin on your face. Meanwhile, Billy sat down behind him, hands travelling from his love handles to his chest. Stu hummed at the contact. A loud buzzing could be heard as you turned the vibrator back on.

“Here’s your payment, mister.”

#ghostface x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #!nsfk #kinkmas #kinkmas 2020 #slasher x reader

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nautiscarader · 3 years

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Can I get Day 2 of Kinkmas with Fives/Miko, Miko gets interested in some toys after talking to Zahra about spicing up her and Fives sex lives, Fives overhears and buys a dildo for Miko so they can do a dp without a second person. - vickyships

Sure thing, buddy. Hiko... or Fiko.. Fucko... or whatever this ship’s name is needs more content.

btw this is 3k words wtf did I write this????

(Ao3)

Also, if you enjoyed my work, here’s Ko-fi link if you’d be so kind ❤️ .

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The blood in Hector's veins simultaneously froze and was set on fire when he heard one phrase he never thought he would hear from the mouth of his girlfriend. He knew he shouldn't have been eavesdropping on her and Zahra's conversation, but he just wanted to know if there was something she'd like for Holidays this year. He did not expect to hear that.

The two letters, so simple and innocent, combined together made his ears ring as he understood the consequences of them.

- ...I so want to try DP with Hector...

He could hear the excitation in her voice, combined with Zahra's supportive giggling that sent shivers down his spine and forced him to move out of the spot, so that he wouldn't be caught. This was not how their trip to the mall was supposed to look like, he thought, wandering through the isles, while girls went their way. Or maybe Miko has arranged the situation so he could hear them?

But as he kept on walking aimlessly, the image of his naked girlfriend using some fancy sex toy mobilised him, and he ventured forward, even though he wasn't even sure if the their city had a sex shop, though if it did, it would be in this hellhole of consumerism.

And if the video games has taught him anything, is that one should always explore every nook and cranny of the area to find the loot. He had to use all of his skills and powers, as if he could cast a revealing spell, or one to help him find a way. His eyes scanned the multicoloured signs and names, searching for a name that would seem innocent and innocuous to the uninitiated, but would be obvious to the correct clientèle.

And then, he noticed it.

"The French Library"

Perfect name. So simple, yet effective at hiding in plain sight. Hector smiled, and with just a bit of nervousness, walked into the shop's front-end, masquerading like a book shop indeed.

- Uh, hi.

He asked the shopkeeper, trying to act naturally. Finding the place was one thing, but a second barrier of entry was the vernacular, the slang, the lingo. A correct passcode would lead him to another section of the shop, where he might find the precious, forbidden item he was looking for.

- Good afternoon, how may I help you? - a women just slightly older than him greeted him - Er, I am looking for... - he leaned against the counter - *Special* items... - Oh, would you like to pick-up the on-line order? - Er, no. - Hector corrected, straightening his pose - I mean *special*, special items.

She blinked.

- Those that tie to the er, nature of French love... - he noticed a curious look on her face, and frantically thought of any other euphemisms - Er, the, the ones that, are, of, eh, certain...

Sweat appeared on his forehead

- I mean... - he suddenly brightened - Baguettes! I would like to browse your baguette section!

The woman sighed.

- Sir, the sex-shop is that way.

She pointed him to the exit, and as Hector followed, he noticed a colourful, pink neon reading "Adult store" just on the other side of the isle.

- Oh, heh, uh, thanks! So-sorry for the, uh, well, everything.

He turned on the spot and rushed out of the shop, feeling the shopkeeper's eyes on his back. The woman sighed. She wasn't paid enough to deal with that.

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A few minutes later, as Hector walked into the mall's lobby, he was surprised by Miko jumping into his arms. He didn't have to ask to know where Zahra took her to; the smell of new perfume testers gave her away. But Miko's eyes grew wide when she spotted the small bag he was holding, and he needed to dodge her quick moves and skilled hands to take the gift bag out of her reach, as she frantically tried to get it.

- Gimmegimmegimmegimmegimme! - Come on, baby, you can open it at home. - he laughed, as Miko jumped up and down, growling at the Hector and the bag he was holding way above his head - But I got you exactly what you wanted...

Her angry expression suddenly soften, and she gasped, before closing her arms around his neck... Though she still tried to snatch the present from his hand, like and angry cat.

- Did-Did you really get it? - Well, it's time of giving, isn't it? - he looked into her glimmering eyes, cupped her cheek and kissed her, rendering her utterly defenceless, as she melted in his arms. - Well, I got something for you too. - she quickly recovered and pecked his cheek.

The two waved Zahra goodbye and eagerly walked towards the exit, putting on their gloves and scarves. Though the air was cold, there was little snow this year, making it an easy ride for Hector's used car. Less than ten minutes later Miko eagerly jumped from the car and ran up the stairs to their apartment.

A small one, overlooking a very noisy road, but still, one they could call theirs. As long as they pay rent on time, that is. Miko turned on the small Christmas tree, cut from two old motherboards, to which they soldered a set of LEDs to make it look more festive.

But Miko's eyes were even brighter than that, jumping in place as if she was an animation from a select screen of a fighting game. Hector rolled his eyes and handed her the curved package.

- Okay, you can open it early. But I guess we move to the, uh, bedroom.

By that he meant "to take a few steps deeper into their flat", to the bed right next to their impressive gaming station, one of the few things they have managed to snatch from Hinobi. Miko grabbed the gift and jumped onto the bed, dragging Hector with him.

- Okay, but how did you know what to get me? - Well, uh, I kinda, sorta, overheard what do you want it, so I thought... - OHMIGOSH THANK YOU! - she squealed - I mean, it was also on my publicly available wishlist, scanned by every single ad bot on the Internet, but hey, oldschool.

Miko threw her hands around his neck and kissed him, just before she started ripping the paper of the curved-shaped package to shreds. But as its contents became more and more apparent, the jubilant excitation in her eyes vanished, and when Miko lifted the doubled-sided dildo up, her face was filled with confusion and consternation.

- Hector? - she looked at her boyfriend, equally flabbergasted by her reaction - Er, what's that? - We-Well, you know... - he started explaining - And I *know* what that is - she clarified - But..., er, where- how- why?

She waved the dildo back and forth, as if seeing if it could transfmogrify into the present she expected.

- Well, you-you said you want to try DP, so, I thought...

Miko blinked. For a moment, their eyes connected, giving him a glimmer of hope that he did nothing wrong.

And then she exploded.

- DUAL PULSATION! - she erupted - THAT'S THE NAME OF THE NEW CONTROLLER! - Oh. - hector eyes widened - That-that makes more sense.

Miko sighed.

- Well, you are a man. Minus ten to Subtlety, I suppose... - Hey, I'm not that oblivious. - he protested - I thought that maybe, you know, I wasn't...

He shied away for a moment, catching her attention.

- You what? - I wasn't doing that well, and...

Next moment he was pushed to the bedsheets, as Miko peppered his face with kisses.

- Oh, you dummy. You tall, gorgeous, handsome dummy. - she smiled - I'd never think that.

She kissed his jawline and, as she continued her kisses, her hands started slowly undoing his shirt and jeans, and she let out a pleasant murmur when she felt his fingers on her skin.

- Mhm, it's a good thing we're already on the bed, we can try it out... - Well, yeah, what else-

Miko lifted her head up and shot him once more with a freezing stare.

- Cos I wanted to test the controller I thought my my boyfriend bought me! - she pointed to the TV screen on the wall. - Right, right, sorry... - That's minus twenty to Subtlety. Geez, that thing has been advertised everywhere! Six axis of motion control! Haptic triggers! Built-in microphone to insult mothers of your online opponents! And it can split into two, hence "I wanted to try it with you"! - she raised an eyebrow.

She waddled towards him, losing some of the clothes he has managed to unbuttoned.

- I still love you.

Miko cupped his face and sat in his laps, letting him take over. His arms closed behind her back and she gently flipped her to her back, fighting with her legs and hips that soon surrendered and automatically locked with his. One by one, articles of clothing landed on the small space next to their bed, until Hector gasped at the sight of her breasts, before diving between them.

The pleasant moan that escaped Miko's mouth, combined with her body's automatic impulse to arch gave him the familiar satisfaction, but not as big as the feeling of her fingers digging into his trousers.

- Come'ere...

Following her order, Hector rose above her, letting her undo his pants and free his cock in one, quick swoop. Soon, the same fingers that mercilessly tested the durability of every arcade machine known to man, delicately closed around his cock, shortly before her lips did the same, engulfing his head with a gentle kiss.

Two clumsy moves of his legs later his pants and trousers joined the pile on the ground, leaving him completely naked. Miko took the dildo and brought it next to her boyfriend's cock, eyeing both of them carefully.

- Modelled after yours? - she looked up, seeing a faint smile on his face, fighting with the overwhelming bliss of her caresses. - Come... come on, Miko... I'm not that big... - You're big enough for me.

She kissed him once more and reached to their night-stand for a pack of condoms.

- Now, we gotta put an extra armor on it... - Miko cooed, sliding a condom on one end of the dildo - And on your little warrior too...

When her fingers touched Hector's cock, she heard a soft whimpering, and when she looked up, she found her boyfriend giving her a begging frown, to which she only responded with an sigh.

- High Five, you have already given me one present, you don't want to give me another surprise one, do you?

She stressed out her words, drawing his sight to her underbelly, where she was dragging her finger. She could feel shivers on his skin, as her allusion this time reached him completely.

- Besides I'd have to wait nine months to actually get it, and we both know that pre-ordering SUUUUUCKS, and, well, we're not ready for it.

She took a quick glance at their small bedroom, from which they could pretty much see almost every other corner of their flat. A small pang of melancholy hit her, from which hector brought her back with another kiss.

- Don't worry, Miko, I'll gladly wait until we upgrade our rig.

He smiled and slid on the condom himself, right before he leaned between her legs to do one last thing.

- Come on, open that lootbox.

She giggled when she felt his fingers dance across her slit, as he taunted her, delaying her the pleasure. With his other hand on her thick thighs, he felt her impatience, as she tried to prevent her legs from thrashing against their bed, while hector kissed her through the fabric of her panties.

- High Fiiiive! - she roared, initially in annoyance, though her voice broke when his mouth touched her wet panties. - I don't know, maybe it will have better value when left in original packaging?

But Miko had enough. She grabbed the edges of her panties and straight ripped them apart, leaving Hector no choice but to dive into her wet, overflowing sex, to take the first lick of her arousing juices. His tongue lapped the eagerly, while his girlfriend narrated his progress with short moans and short jolts of her muscles.

Though Hector would love to feel the full force of her orgasm splashing against his face - which was only fair after he finished on hers so many times - he wanted to try the present, and so, while his lips caressed her folds, he brought the tip of the dildo to her butthole, first sending just a wave of warm air to eliminate the cold, alien feel.

Still Miko shivered when he pressed the tip of the rubber against her ass, and their eyes met, giving Hector a clear sign to follow. He pushed the fake cock further along, listening to the moan that escaped through Miko's throat. Knowing how delicate her other hole was, he was gently moving if\t back and forth, while his tongue licked her slit, though with each push, he slid it just a fraction of inch further, hearing the approval in her rising tone.

But at some point, Miko loudly announced it is time for what her present was supposed to be.

With her legs high in the air, resting on Five's shoulders, she grabbed the dildo, allowing herself to push it as far as she found it comfortable, while Hector lined up his cock with the entrance that overflowed with her juices and his saliva.

Another wordless nod, and the two began. As soon as Hector slipped himself inside her, Miko's legs tensed and curved, upon the presence of two cocks in her body. Hector was glad that they were doing it in the middle of the day; only so many times they could blame her moans on fans cooling overheating graphic cards...

- You okay, babe?

After the initial shock, Miko could only babble with parts of words, but she nodded, encouraging him to continue his gentle pushes. And with that, their bodies began rocking against each other, each push of Hector's also delicately impaled her on the fake dildo, and though the position would be otherwise slightly uncomfortable, Miko was on cloud nine, panting with her tongue stuck out, as the presence of twice as many lovers in her truly turned her brain to mush.

But she was conscious enough to demand more. Hector could feel her moving her ankles that would otherwise be kicking his butt to speed up, and he gladly fulfilled her wish, diving deeper into her, and letting her slide further onto his rubbery double.

With each thrust, Hector was pushing her limit further and further, until he embraced his dominant position and simply leaned over her, allowing his hip to simultaneously slam his cock inside her, and let the dildo fill her ass up. With last ounces of her strength, Miko, held onto to the rubbery cock, feeling as if she truly was sandwiched between two lover, missing the illusory Hector's breath and kisses on her neck, which he always left when he was taking her from behind.

And so when he leaned over her and placed a single kiss on her collarbone, Miko lost it, thrashing her body as double wave of orgasms rushed through her loins, much to hector surprise. He watched as his girlfriend melts in front of him, until she could move no more and let her arms and legs become limp, while her chest was rising up and down, in erratic, fashion.

- I take it that you enjoyed it?

She responded with a vaguely recognisable words, but she sobered up at once, when she realised that Hector hasn't joined her in post-orgasmic bliss.

- Oh, w-wait. You didn't... - Yeah, but don't worry...

Miko got onto her knees, which was easier said than done, with her legs wobbling. She discarded the used condom, grabbed a piece of paper to clean herself up after exploding orgasms, and faced the cock that supplied one half of her pleasure. But then, she put one more condom on the two-ended dildo, and slipped the rubber from Hector's cock to use it on the other end of her present.

- I want you in all holes.

And with that, Miko licked her lips, closed her eyes and took Hector into her mouth, while her hands aimed the two ends of the dildo to her two entrances,

They both knew that they won't last long. Hector was on his edge anyway, and Miko's sex and asshole were still quivering from recent orgasms, so any stimulation would drive her crazy. And indeed, as she bounced up and down onto the curvy piece of rubber, she would have been already howling with pleasure, if not for Hector's cock in her mouth.

Hector's watched as Miko's eyes widened and bulged under not one, two, but three stimuli. At the same time, she felt her holes contract around her new lover again, while a wave of Hector's cum flooded her mouth, giving her just a split of a second to take one last breath. His body shivered with hers, and ultimately, the over-stimulation forced her to bail out, letting last of Hector's climax cover her breasts, as she rolled to her back, once more thrashing from the amount of pleasure.

But this time, she had Hector's mouth and his kisses to soothe the fire that consumed her, and his pecks delivered in strategic places allowed her body and mind to return to Earth, especially when he gently cleaned her body with paper towels, peppering each inch of her skin with more kisses.

Soon, Miko was purring in satisfaction as her boyfriend made up for the gift mix-up with more of his tenderness, and she eagerly leaned up her butt against his member, to feel the familiar stiffness she felt when she cuddled with him before falling asleep.

- Mhm, I think I like that present of yours. - she turned her head to meet his tired eyes. - Glad I could fill your tastes.

He cupped her face and their lips met in a long, soothing kiss.

- And don't worry, I will get you the real controller. - Hector apologised - I shouldn't have been thinking just about.... you know, sex and all. - That's okay. - Miko moaned, nestling herself against his body - That controller has five different vibration modes, so I was going to bring it to the bedroom anyway.

Hector blinked.

- Wait, what. - Oh, yeah. It would have been a steal, since it would be a controller AND a vibrator. Best deal ever.

Hector gulped, as realisation dawned on him.

- A-And did you discuss it with Zahra...? - Ssh.

Miko put a finger over his mouth.

- Don't spoil what I got for you... And her.

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A/N: "Dual Play" is based on name of "Dual Shock", a default PS controller, its shape is based on the "boomerang"/"banana"-like prototype of PS3 controller, and its duality is a nod to Joycons.

#hiko #fiko #lemon #Anonymous #aged-up characters and all that #hector nieves #Miko kubota #glitch techs #nautiscaraderfics #MikoFive #Fiko #Hecko #Miko Kubota #Hector Nieves

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slim-jims-in-this-shit-hole · 1 year

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❆ welcome to the twenty-five days of kinkmas: gallavich edition! ❆

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day seventeen: i'm not here to eat your fuckin' baked goods by @ianrightsonly

↳ rated E / one-shot / 5.8k / post-canon / christmas fluff & smut

Mickey nods. “You done fuckin’ around or do we have to keep talking about cookies like you don’t wanna get your mouth on me?” “Easy, Mick,” Ian warns as he digs his fingers further into Mickey’s hip. He leans down to his ear, voice dropping to a whisper. “You know once I get my mouth on you, I’m not stopping for the rest of the night.” Ian feels Mickey’s sharp intake of breath but doesn’t expect to be suddenly pushed backwards, away from the counter and back against the sink. Mickey presses his body into Ian’s, and especially with a few drinks already on board, his resolve is all but ready to crack. “So don’t stop,” Mickey challenges. “I’m not here to eat your fuckin’ baked goods, Gallagher.”

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don't forget to leave kudos & comments when you read! xx

#i've been baking all day so this is On Theme!#a little something to get us in the holiday spirit ✨🥰#post canon #christmas fluff #smut #ianrightsonly #one shot #under 10k #shameless #shameless fic rec #shameless fanfiction #ian x mickey #twenty five days of kinkmas

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minetteenfers · 3 years

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My ‘Last Hurrah’ of challenges for the fandom. ^-^: 25 Days of Kinkmas (Rated E)

Marinette walked into the bedroom and stared at the naked man on the bed. He wore a black leather chest harness and the black silk sheet was over his hips. Adrien stared at her and watched her carry over a matte black box with a matching satin ribbon tied around it.

“What did you bring me?” Adrien raised an eyebrow at her as she sat down with the box in her lap.

“Something that you might find fun.” She smirked and curled her fingers around the box. “A game.”

“A game?” Adrien reached out to touch the box, and she smacked the back of his hand.

“Did I say you could open it yet? Be a good boy for me and be patient.” Marinette watched the corner of his lips curl up in a dangerous smirk.

“Alright. Tell me how to play.” Adrien smiled at her and rested his temple on his fist.

“Twenty-five days of kinkmas is the name of the game.” Marinette ran her fingers along the tail of the ribbon. “Twenty-five days of unwrapping various toys to play with, but-”

“What’s the catch?” Adrien knew that there had to be more than just getting free toys and playing with them.

“The first toy must be in play for all twenty-five days.” Marinette knew what that would entail and she was going to enjoy every last moment of it.

“Seems easy enough.” Adrien reached out for the box again and she smacked his hand.

“Aht! It won’t be.” Marinette smirked and passed him the box. “All of our previous hard limits and soft limits will still be in play. Your safewords and mine will remain the same. The only difference is-”

Adrien sat up and undid the ribbon, opening the box and pulling out a chastity cage and key in a padlocked sheath. “I’ll be locked up.” He held the cage out on his finger, letting it dangle from it.

25 Days of Kinkmas! - Rated E

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!!!

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Kinkmas Prompt #14: Cock Warming

A/N: Guys I had a really exhausting day today and if my writing doesn’t 100% project my feelings rn idk what does. Anyways, I hope you all like it, its super soft and cuddly, also I’ve never written cock warming before??? So let me know how it went! If you would like to request a prompt and character yourself please reference my Kinkmas masterpost.

Pairing: Warren Worthington x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, SOFT, fluff, smut, injury, mentions of blood and fighting, probably some allusions to being kidnapped/imprisoned, asshole men, cock warming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), unmentioned mutation,

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Your muscles ached as you found yourself waking up pressed against the cool ground. A harsh voice pulling you from your slumber “Wake up!” It barked, jabbing a stiff boot harshly into your side.

You winced and hissed at the pain, “I can’t fight anymore tonight.” You said struggling to stand up.

A man in a uniform reminiscent to the military roughly grabbed your elbow and pulled you to your feet, “We’ve got something better for you.” He said letting go of you.

Your knees buckled under you, you were weak after having gone and won five rounds in the cage. They allowed you a break from your last fight because you were ‘making too much of a mess bleeding everywhere,’ that’s when you found yourself tossed into a cold dark cell and locked behind bars. Typically, you could hold your own in a cage fight, but this time your opponent had been significantly larger than you and had a strength enhancing mutation leaving you totally blind sided.

The guard pushed into your back with the barrel of his gun, the cold metal digging into your skin and pushed you forward, your mind was still hazed over with a sleep and exhaustion induced fog, “We need you to keep the Champ from tonight company.” He said giving you a wink that churned your stomach.

You felt bile stinging the back of your throat as you pushed it down, now over come with far “No!” You said harshly and turned to push past him. After a brief and weak struggle, you found the guards strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you kicking and screaming down the hall “Let me go!” You yelled trying to fight despite you weakened state. You would never let one of these sleezy men use you like that, over your dead body.

“You’ll have to kill me before I do anything with whatever pig you’ve got me lined up for.” You hissed, scratching at the arm that firmly gripped you.

The guard chuckled “I’ll leave that up to him.” He said, reaching to unlock the door before pushing you in and shutting it behind you.

You fell to your knees and scrambled up, running towards the door only to hear the lock on the outside click.

Locked in.

You looked around the room, it was nicer than the one you had but still shitty as far as living conditions went. It had a couch, an actual bed, a few books and records strewn about, and even a back room that you assumed was the bathroom. You continued to scope the room in a desperate attempt to find some where to hide. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as your breathing and heart rate increased, your panicked eyes darting around the room.

Moments passed and you found yourself with your knees pulled up against your chest sitting on the side of a dresser near the corner of the room, hopefully concealed by the shadows. You pressed your body against the wall and held your breath once you heard the shuffle of heavy footsteps coming into the main living area.

“I know you’re in here.” The voice sounded gruff, “Come on.”

You weighed your options, you could either A: go out and face him head on, or A: remain hiding in the shadows. Despite your urge to fight your brain settled with B, while your body was pumping with adrenaline your muscles screamed with your every move.

The footsteps padded around the room in search of you before a large, wide shadow loomed over you. You pressed yourself closer against the wooden dresser an pulled your knees tighter against you. A long feathery wing came into view and lowered as the man who held then knelt down, getting eye to eye with you.

He couldn’t have been much older than you, just barely twenty you guessed, his brows looked as though they were permanently furrowed with frustration, but his eyes were a surprisingly bright blue color and his chest was bare and scarred.

“Angel,” Your voice was soft and hoarse. He had horror stories about him in the ring, often going over 10 rounds before they pulled him simply just to shake up the predictability of a fight.

He winced at the sound of his fighting name and sat on the floor across from you; his wings relaxed at his sides, the feathers lightly gracing the floor. “Warren, please.” He looked away, avoiding eye contact.

You frowned and began to sputter an apology before you were interrupted, his hand reached up to cup your face and you winced, pulling away instinctively from his touch, he let out a soft ‘sshh’ to calm your skittish nerves “’M not gonna do anything.” He calmly spoke.

Your breathing hitched in your throat as you felt his warm, rough hand cup your face, the pads of his thumb lightly ghosting over the swollen bruise on your cheek. You hissed out and winced in pain before he pulled away “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He asked.

You were surprised by his softness but accepted the hand he stretched out to you and allowed him to pull you from the ground, leading you into the bathroom. It was nice, nicer than what you had. There was a toilet, sink, and full shower and back. Just like you used to have before you were quite literally thrown into cage fighting.

Warren put the lid of the toilet seat down and motioned for you to sit which you promptly followed, “He grabbed an old and worn washcloth and wet it in the sink before pressing it against the patches of dried blood and dirt that had crusted to your face. You sighed against the warmth, you hadn’t been touched this kindly in what felt like ages. He pulled away, frowning, “I’m sorry,” He started before rinsing and ringing out the rag before going back to cleaning the muck and grime off your face, “That you got sent here.” He added, swallowing thickly.

You shook your head “It’s okay,” You added, it really wasn’t okay but then again it wasn’t either of your faults you ended up in this situation.

When Warren pulled away, you found yourself leaning in for more of his soft touch only to frown when he began to leave, “You can use the bathroom to clean up if you’d like.” He said and pulled out a worn-out towel from a shelf, “You look like you went a few too many rounds tonight.” He added with a small laugh.

You nodded your head and sheepishly looked away, “Can…” You tried to find your voice, “Can you stay with me?” You asked playing with the hem of your shirt.

Warren nodded his head, “Yeah,” He said before walking towards the shower and turning on the faucet and letting the water run. He plugged the tub, assuming you would want a bath considering you could hardly stand without wincing or walk without a limp. You adjusted the temperature to your liking and started to undress, letting out small gasps as your muscles ached with your movements. Warren’s face flushed pink when you asked him to help you into the tub, but he agreed, averting his eyes to allow you some modesty.

The water stung your open cuts but soothed your aching muscles and bones. The contrasting feeling causing a content sigh to escape your lips. You couldn’t remember the last time you properly bathed, it felt nice to be enveloped by warm water once again. After you bathed you felt refreshed even wrapped up in this raggedy old towel, Warren laid on his bed, his wings comfortably spread out underneath him. You stood on the side of the bed shifting nervously, still wrapped in your towel and damp.

Warren flashed you a clever smirk and patted the side, “I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor, come on.” He said moving to make room.

You felt your face flush before you nervously slipped onto the bed, laying atop the sheets. Your curled into yourself, your damp towel and wet skin doing nothing to keep you warm in the dark and cool room. You let out a small yelp, feeling Warren’s arm pull you onto his chest, his wings wrapping around you. His feathers tickled your skin lightly, they were soft and proved to be a good barrier against the cold.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into the crook of your shoulder. The two of you held each other tightly, for fear that you would never get a chance to be this close to someone again. But you still craved a closeness that hadn’t been achieved yet. Your arms wrapped tighter and tighter around him, pulling you flush against him and not cheek to cheek.

Warren’s chest rumbled with a deep laugh, “Christ you’re going to choke me if you keep that up.” He said straining against your surprisingly strong grip.

You loosened your arms, “Sorry,” You muttered into his shoulder, “I- I just,” You struggled to gather your thoughts “I just want to be close.” Your voice cracked with emotion.

Swallowing thickly Warren glanced down at you with a sympathetic expression, “I… well,” he chewed on his lip in ponderous thought “we… we can’t get closer, unless we -uh- well you know.” He struggled to articulate. Both of your faces flushed at his suggestion, “I mean we don’t have to actually do anything.” He quickly added, “It can just be inside… I guess.”

The cogs in your brain turned as you pieced together his poorly worded sentence, the thought of laying together so intimately caused your walls to clench, “Okay, we can try it.” You said and licked your lips nervously.

Warren had managed to slip his pants and boxers off with out much of a fuss leaving the two of you bare. You sat up and sank down on his half hard length and let out a shaky breath as you felt him stretch your walls. His brows furrowed and he let out a needy whine, struggling to control himself. You leaned forward and allowed his arms and wings to wrap firmly around you once again while the two of you shuttered with each one of your movements.

You wrapped your arms around his neck held Warren tight against you as he kept one hand firmly anchored around your waist with the other stroking lazily up and down your back. It felt surprisingly nice to be held and as close as humanly possible to someone, even if that someone was all but a stranger to you.

Soon Warren’s hand was running his fingers through your damp hair, lightly scratching against your scalp. You shifted, causing his hips to lightly buck against you, you gasped, and Warren muttered out a strangled apology. His arms squeezed you lightly against him and the heat radiating off his body was unimaginable.

Your breath was ragged as he held you close, neither of you dared to move, the threat of what might happen looming over and hoping to tempt either one of you to finally break. You sat up slightly to see him, your faces close and mouths just barely touching before he cupped your face and pulled you into a soft kiss. You moaned into his tender touches causing your hips to lightly rock against his own. You both pulled away and hissed from the pleasure erupting from your small movements and rested your forehead on Warren’s. Your noses touched as the two of you continued to make little and slow movements with your hips. Soft and needy whines escaped your mouth as you lazily moved against him, your slow languid motions both fulfilling and leaving the two of you wanting more.

Your walls clenched around Warren’s cock and he bucked his hips sharply against you, causing you to throw your head back and cry out. His suddenly wings unfurled and spread out on either side of him, fluffed with excitement. Warren sharply bucked his hips into you again, the skin lightly smacking together, and you planted your hands on his chest, arching your back as you let out a deep wanton moan.

Your hands remained splayed out against his scarred and defined chest as he began to pick up the pacing of his thrusts, pumping into you in a rhythmic fashion. You knew neither one of you would last long, taking the hints from your needy touches.

You sat up, proper, and rolled your hips against his, Warren gripping your hips and grinding you down onto him as your walls pulsated around him and threw your head back letting the waves of pleasure wash over you. Warren soon followed, pulling you close against his chest, his hips writhing against yours as he grunted and released inside you.

The two of you stilled in your post orgasm exhaustion and held each other listening to one another’s labored breaths.

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