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Morning Sun
Kinktober - Cockwarming
NSFW - Adults only
Summary: Bucky needs to hold you as close as possible
You knew the sun was up despite not yet opening your eyes. The animals filling the tropical forest made their morning calls and moved around the canopy. You knew if you pried your lids open the view would be a spectacular sight of the tree tops and the ocean beyond. Bucky found the perfect getaway resort.
It had been three weeks since you’d seen one another. He planned for you to meet away from everyone, away from distraction, and the rest of the world. The amazing view and luxurious room went unnoticed when you arrived. Bucky swept you up in his arms the moment you walked in the door and refused to let you go until you fell unconscious late in the night.
Your muscles felt heavy, both completely relaxed and sore at the same time. The sun warmed your bare back. The scent of Bucky, sex, and floral sea-touched air filled your senses. His warm hand trailed down your spine and over the curve of your ass. You sighed contently.
“Wake up, Beautiful.” Bucky’s mouth kissed along your neck behind your ear.
“Mmm” Your eyes cracked open, but you still couldn’t lift your head.
“Are you worn out?”
You could hear the laughter in his soft voice. Bucky covered your shoulder in wet, open-mouth kisses as his hand massaged the sore muscles of your inner thighs. Your legs spread wider. At your sigh, his fingers slid along your sex. Touching gently, he coaxed you slowly to arousal.
“I missed you so much.” He murmured.
Bucky rolled you over to cover your body with warm, gentle kisses. He paused along the light bruises at your hips where his hands gripped you hard the night before. You lay pliant and exhausted, relishing in his attention. You gasped, pushing your face further into the pillow, when he slipped his fingers into your wetness.
“Was I too rough on you, Doll?” Bucky’s mouth kissed your pubis. “Are you too sore?”
“Mmm, no.” You sighed. “Still, tired.”
You felt Bucky shift around on the bed, get up, and crawl back in bed. Morning breeze touched your bare skin and you stretched lazily. Bucky chuckled, “Damn, Doll, I can’t keep my hands off you. You’re too gorgeous.”
He picked you up and then settled back against the headboard. He sat up, holding you against his chest and your legs straddling his lap. His hard length pressed against you. In the back of your mind, you realized he felt slick and lubed up.
You buried your face in his neck. He smelled so good. His skin tasted salty and masculine. You melted into his chest.
Bucky rocked his hips, rubbing himself against your core. “Doll,” his fingers feathered down your back and over your legs. “I want to feel more. I want in.”
“Hmm.” You rocked your hips lazily. “Yeah.”
He lifted your hips just enough to slide in. You moaned at the feeling of fullness. Sore muscles instinctually tightened around him. Bucky wrapped his around you, holding you close to his chest. His hips rocked almost imperceptibly as he nuzzled your hair.
“You stay right here, Doll.” He sighed. “Right where you’re meant to be. Fuck, I needed this, needed to just feel you.”
Held tight, snuggled against his warm body, feeling around you – in you – you floated in a moment of heaven. Suspended somewhere between euphoria and exhaustion, between arousal and contentment, you wanted time to stop.
“Love you.”
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Rub
Kinktober - Foot Fetish
NSFW - Adults Only
Author's Note: I had a request from a reader for a follow up to my story PDA 3 to pick up with Steve and Nat where the story drops off. It just seemed perfect for this particular kink.
Natasha stretched out on the sofa, her bare feet in Steve’s lap. His big hands worked on the sore spots from spending hours standing around in high heels. It felt good and she stretched out like a cat.
“I think we’ll head off to bed, too.” Stark stood up. “As good as the foot rubs look, I’m more partial to my jetted tub.” Pepper took his hand and arched an eyebrow at him. “Fine.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’ll rub your feet while we’re in the tub.”
Steve chuckled. “Good night.”
After all sounds fell away, Nat sighed. “You know, my lotion is on the table next you. It would make this even better.”
Steve grinned, not really minding that she assumed the ministrations would continue. “Yes, ma’am.”
He gathered a fair amount of the clean smelling lotion in his hands, warming it before rubbing it into the arch of her foot. She let out a low moan and sighed. The sound went straight to his cock. Swallowing back the surprise at his reaction, Steve focused on his task.
Her feet looked so small in his hands. He rubbed the slick lotion over every soft curve. Steve tried to focus on her perfectly painted red toes nails instead of the little mewls and sighs she made as his fingers dug into delicate spots.
Laying back on the sofa, Natasha relished in the feeling of Steve’s hands sliding over her feet, digging in and relieving every little ache. She also realized just how good it felt to have his hand on her flesh. As she shifted, her foot grazed against the growing evidence of his enjoyment. Nat fought back a smile, there would be no hiding it in those sweats.
She scooted down a bit more, bringing her butt closer to his hip. The movement pushed her dress up dangerously high. It also allowed her to move her feet more precisely. The foot resting in his lap rubbed along the length of him.
Steve gave a quiet groan. His eyes traveled up Nat’s strong legs to her mischievous grin. “Natasha.”
“More lotion.” She grinned. Her toes found their way under his t-shirt and she felt his stomach clench.
“Should we be doing –“
“Shush.” Nat rubbed the length of him through his sweats again.
Steve’s eyes dropped closed, but he stopped rubbing her foot.
She said his name and his eyes snapped to hers. “Keep rubbing. More lotion.”
Steve squirted more lotion onto her foot and continued his massage. When the toes of her other foot found their way under the edge of his sweats his hips jerked. Still, his focus remained on the small foot in his hands.
Natasha’s other foot rubbed against the rock-hard length of him.
When Steve finally pushed down his sweats enough to free his cock, Natasha moved so the arch of each foot encircled him. She marveled at the look on his face, lost in passion. Heat welled in her core as she stroked him.
Steve poured more of the lotion over her feet, slicking them up, and pressing them against his cock as he rocked his length against them. His head fell back and he panted at the feeling, fight back the urge to moan aloud.
Looking over, Nat had her dress hiked up with her fingers buried between her legs. Steve held the toes of both her feet in one hand to keep them tight around his cock. The other slid up her leg, a finger slipping into her wetness beside her own. She moaned softly.
“Tell me something.” Nat breathed. “Do you, ah, recover from this as quickly as you heal?”
Steve wet his lower lip with his tongue and gave a nod.
“Good.” She fought to concentrate as his fingers curled into sensitive spots and her own fingers dances against her clit. “Because I want to see you come, just like this, then we can head to my room for some more fun.”
“Fuck,” He sighed and pushed himself harder into the curve of her feet.
“That’s it.” Nat plead. “Like that.”
Steve used both of his hands to mold her feet against him. He fucked into her arches, aware of her stare, excited by it. Amazed at the newest of the sensation. She began to speak, quietly urging him on. Soon he was panting and squeezing tight. His eyes fell on her glistening core, lips spread wide as she stroked and touched herself. He wanted more.
With a sudden tug on one of her legs, Steve pulled her onto his lap and impaled her on his cock, pulling her all the way down in powerful motion. She bit back the moan and took ahold of his broad shoulders.
Steve braced his feet and slammed his hip up into her fast, and hard, and desperate. She held on, relishing in the violence of it. The intensity welcome after years of want. His mouth attached to her breast over the silk, his teeth pulling at the hard nipple.
She came with a gasp, body trembling in his hands. Her cunt clenched and convulsed. Steve followed her over the edge.
Panting, clothes mussed and slick with sex, they grinned at one another before kissing for the first time.
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Said So
Kinktober - Dirty Talk
NSFW - Adults Only
You landed on your hands and knees. Looking up, your body flushed in anticipation. You loved this game, this depraved secret. The way Bucky treated you like a queen and tended to your every need would never lead anyone to think you both craved this.
Bucky grabbed you by the hair and pulled you closer. “Suck my cock.”
Your mouth fell open for him, swallowing him deep. He thrust in to the point of near gagging. Drool covered him, ran down your chin. Tears filled your eyes. Your hips rocked against your hand, wet and desperate.
“Fucking take it.” He moaned. “Uh, such a good mouth.”
That tone of voice. The gravel and growl. You fell apart. You would do anything for him.
Suddenly he pushed you away, manhandling you around to lean over the bench at the end of the bed. His cock slamming into your cunt, burying deep in one powerful thrust. You cried out. “Yes!”
“Uh, yes.” He growled. “So wet. Fuck.” His fingers dug into your hips as he thrust hard and fast. “Perfect. Ugh. Perfect little cunt just for me.” He groaned. “Who’s cunt is this?”
You could barely answer. Heat swirled in your belly. He pushed your breath from your body. His hand came down on your ass with a smack. A shock shot through you. “Y-y-yours.”
“This is my cunt.” Bucky growled, his voice low and menacing.
“Yes!” You cried out.
He was suddenly gone. You gasped. He flipped you over, filling you again. Pushing your knee up to your sides gave him the ability to fuck you so deep his balls slapped you ass. His animalist groans and grunts had you clawing at the sheets and moaning.
“Fuck. Look at that.” Bucky moaned. “My cock looks so good buried in you. All tight and wrapped around my dick. Fuck. So wet. Just for me.” He pumped harder. “Gonna fucking wreck you. Gonna ruin your little pussy. Fuck you until you forget how to walk.”
Your body shook, unable to hold back. “Oh, god!”
“Yes. Yes. Come for me.” Bucky ordered. His cool metal fingers thrummed against your sensitive clit.
Your world shattered. Heat flared through your body. Your legs shook. Your mouth opened in a breathless cry.
Bucky did not relent through your orgasm, pushing you further, chasing his own release. Everything blurred into a wave of sensation and sound.
Boneless, you were aware of Bucky pulling you tight to him. Instinctively, your arms and legs entwined with his. Soft lips pressed to your forehead and warm breath tickled your face. His voice, deep and rich, cooed loving words against your skin.
“So beautiful,” Bucky sighed. “Damn, I am so lucky I found you. My girl.”
Didn’t matter if it was dripping with filthy words or full of sweet sentiment, you loved his voice.
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Icy
Kinktober - Temperature Play
NSFW - Adults Only
Fires roared in the massive hearths around the hall, filling the chamber with dancing light and oppressive heat. Men and women of Asgard gathered around tables to drink and share stories of victory. Others danced in knots between musicians.
A drip of sweat ran down your spine under your gown. The wine warmed you as much from the inside as the fires did from the outside. The noise and ruckus behavior of everyone at the party began to rake at your nerves. If you had an excuse to leave you would.
“Such a frown on such a lovely face.” A deep silky voice spoke in your ear.
You smiled up at the angular face of the God of Mischief. His lithe build is a beautiful contraction to the brutish forms of the Asgardian court. Your voice was sweet despite your words. “My head is tired of the endless bragging. My feet are sore because if sit I cannot avoid unwanted conversation. I’d rather leave but I cannot go unless my father does or I’m ordered to. And I’m hot. It’s making me cranky.”
“Ah, yes.” Loki smiled. “I understand your dilemma. Poor thing.”
You felt his fingers trail over your shoulder blade and down your spine. It felt like cool water washing over your baking skin. Sweet relief stole your breath and made your body shiver.
Head snapping around, you found yourself standing alone.
You searched the crowd, but could not see him.
Another sot moved forward as if to engage you, so you quickly skirted the edge of the crowd. Still, you searched for the raven-haired son of Odin. You spot him leaning against a great column, partially hidden in shadow. He stared back, stoking his neck.
Cold invisible fingers stroked your jaw, slid down your neck, and trailed over the top of your breasts. You shivered again, fighting to keep eye contact with him. Your pulse picked up and you felt your nipples tighten against the silk of your gown. The corner of his mouth quirked up as if he knew exactly how your body reacted.
One man bodily threw another into a group of drinkers, kicking off a fight. With the brief distraction, you lost sight of Loki again.
Cold fingers moved your hair aside. You froze. Loki spoke quietly in your ear. “That fight could get out of hand. I think it’s my duty to remove you from any danger.”
You watched the growing fight. “Are you ordering me to leave with you, my lord?”
“Ah, yes.” He slid his hands gently down your arms. “A Prince of Asgard is ordering you to follow him, for your own wellbeing.”
“Yes, my lord.”
You felt his lips tickle your ear. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”
You followed the God of Mischief away from the grand hall. With each step the excitement and anticipation in your stomach grew. The roar of the gathering fell away only to be replaced by the sound of your own heart. You knew Loki, knew him so well that his voice and touch haunted your sleep.
Loki paused in the empty hallway. His smile grew and he waved a hand over one of the carved stones in the wall. The stone melted away to expose a dark doorway. “After you, my dear.”
You stepped through the entrance to find yourself in a dark bed chamber. Large windows looked over Asgard. Somehow you now stood well outside the city, high in the mountains. Various candles flared to life around the room to supplement the illumination of the stars.
“This is quite the getaway.” You turned back to Loki, seeing the doorway no gone.
“And it’s far enough away no one can hear you scream.” Loki smiled wickedly as a green light shimmered over his body. The fine royal armor disappeared, leaving him naked. He was not as large as some of the others, but his body was lithe and hard.
Your breath came quickly as he moved toward you like a predatory beast. As stepped in front of you, an icy shower poured down your body as your own clothes vanished from his magic. His hand gripped your jaw to turn your face to his. His lips began with a soft touch, but as his tongue delved into your mouth his kiss became demanding.
A soft mewl escaped your throat.
Wrapping his arms around you, he lifted you off your feet without breaking the kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist. He maneuvered through the room, tossing you upon the bed. Loki leaned over you, one knee upon the bed. He lifted both your arms above your head and tied them with soft silken rope.
You watched his eyes drift over your body, the ever-present mischief lighting his eyes. His fingertips trailed from the hollow of your throat to your hard nipple. His touch as cold as ice. Goosebumps blossomed on your skin and your nipples ached.
A moan escaped as his mouth descended on your breast, sucking hard. His hot tongue brought blessed relief and turned your insides molten. He lavished attention across your chest and moved to nip at your neck.
Loki’s long fingers slipped between your legs, finding you wet and ready for him. Your hips rocked against his hand as he fucked you with his fingers. You felt him smile against the skin of your neck. His thumb brushed your sensitive clit. His touch turned to sudden ice.
You gasped, back arching, and hips pushing into the mattress. Your nerves lit up.
“Don’t run from me.” Loki growled. His touch, freezing cold, rubbed along your heated, sensitive flesh.
Your body shook. Nerves on fire. Senses confused. “Oh, gods!”
“That’s it.” He crawled down to kneel between your legs. The whisper of his heated breath crashed against the frozen touch of his fingers. You trembled. As his tongue lapped at your wetness, you tugged at the bindings for the first time. You desperately wanted to touch him.
Wet, messy sounds filled the room as his fingers pumped in your wet cunt. His mouth nipped and sucked at sensitive flesh. Fire coiled. Your thighs quivered. Curses and cries fell from your lips. Hot and cold. Every nerve screamed for release.
“Loki, please!”
His dark laugh filled your ears as you felt his mouth paint a wet trail up your body. As you sucked his tongue into your mouth, he buried his cock deep. Loki inhaled your scream.
He hiked your legs higher as he came up on his knees. Deep and fast, Loki pounded into you. With hands bound and legs high around his waist, you could only succumb to his whim. Your legs began to shake.
Loki brought your ankle to his mouth, kissing your flesh. “Hold it.” His grip tightened. “Do not come yet. Don’t.”
You breathed deep. Not able to release the intense feeling. Instead it spread, making your chest warm and feet tingle. You watched Loki’s face tighten. His brows drew together. Mouth opened. His fingers gripped you with bruising strength.
“Loki!,” You plead. “God, Loki! Please!”
“Yes!” His hips snapped faster, pushing you into the bed.
Heat bloomed over your body. The intensity stole your breath. So strong. Too much. Loki’s ice cold fingers thrummed against your clit. Shock exploded through your body. The world exploded.
Loki rode through your orgasm, chasing his own, pushing you deep into the mattress, until his roared his own release.
His body covered yours. Absently, you realize your freedom to stroke his back and hair. Loki pulled you close and rolled over. You found yourself draped over him. He smelled so good. Your nose rubbed into his chest. You bounced slightly as he lightly laughed.
“What?” You managed to ask.
“It’s a good thing I brought us here.” Loki kissed your hair. “You did indeed scream.”
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Dammit.
I just wanted to take a second to let you all know I’ve had a family emergency pop up that’s going to keep me away for a couple days.
I will post the ‘catch up’ days when I get back (fingers crossed on Saturday).
Thanks for so much support so far!
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Stretch
Kinktober - Size Kink
NSFW - Adults Only
Summary - The Witcher is just so big.
“I’m surprised to see you here.” You smiled up at the Witcher. “Particularly tonight.”
“Hmm.” He rumbled, though you noted his golden eyes kept darting down to you.
Standing close to him and wearing stays that held your breasts high, gave him a particularly enticing view. You knew how to take advantage of your small stature when it came to men. This man, however, was always a challenge.
People milled around the hall dressed in their finest. A large fire blazed in the hearth and musicians played. No one danced. This gathering was not that kind of celebration.
Some people considered the Trades Celebration archaic. The villages in these mountains, being isolated and small, would gather once every ten years. Some of the men and women would bed others from other villages to diversify the bloodlines of each isolated area. As the main objective of the celebration was pregnancy, a famously sterile Witcher seemed decidedly out of place.
“I could say the same for you.” Geralt finally said. “I would not have expected you to be anxious to become a mother.”
“I’m not.” You leaned a little closer to him to speak conspiratorially. “But there are great business contacts to be made here.”
He nodded. You were a herbologist. He often sought you out for rare and valuable ingredients.
“What brought you here?”
“Bruxa.” Geralt frowned. “After I cleared them out, I was offered a place to stay for a time and asked to attend tonight by Marthox.”
You grinned, glancing at the rich village elder and his four daughters. “Do you think he’s ignorant to the fact that you are unable to pass on your magnificent genes?”
“Probably.” He took a long drink from his glass.
“Do you plan to deflower one – or all – of his willing daughters anyway?”
“No.” He leaned down to your ear. The top of your head only came to his shoulder. “I’m more interested in something a little more feisty.”
“Then why are we wasting time here?” You grinned.
Geralt just turned and marched out of the hall. You had to jog to keep up with him. As soon as you turned the corner into a dark hallway, the Witcher paused. He swept you up and tossed you over one shoulder.
You swallowed a squeak, grabbing the back of his jacket out of fear of the height. “Geralt!”
“You were moving too slow.” He chuckled.
His room boasted its own large fireplace, stone bathing tub, and soft bed. You bounced in the middle of the mattress when he tossed you down. Geralt grabbed your foot to unlace your shoes. Laying there, looking at your foot in his large hands, feeling his strong fingers rub into the arch of your foot, lit the fire in your belly.
Geralt placed a knee on the bed and leaned over you. His white hair fell forward and you could smell the mead upon his breath. “It’s good to see you, little one.”
You touched his face, running your fingers over his high cheek bones and strong jaw. When you skimmed the soft skin of his lips, he lowered his head and kissed you. Your tongue eagerly reached for his as the kiss grew rough.
Geralt broke away with a satisfied noise. He gathered your skirts in his hands, lifting them to your waist. Your legs instinctively fell open for him as his rough hands slid along your thighs. As his thick finger teased your opening, rubbed around your clitoris, awakening your arousal, you laid your head back and studied his looming form.
You adored the time spent with the Witcher in bed. You felt tiny, delicate, and feminine under his touch. He exuded power. His strength could take your breath away, but you never feared he would hurt you. His wide chest engulfed you. His thick thighs pushed your legs so far apart.
Geralt’s head lowered between your legs, tasting your sex, licking and sucking at your clit. Fire circled through your body. You needed more. Pulling at the laces of your bodice, you desperately fought to free yourself from your clothes. Geralt manhandled you around, tugging at skirts and throwing away underclothes. Once naked, he again buried his face in your cunt with a determined growl.
You pulled at his white hair, shaking as his grumble vibrated through your clitoris. Two thick fingers slipped through your wetness, spreading your slick, pumping against sensitive flesh, and stretching you. Deep moans poured from your mouth as your hips rocked into his face.
Geralt rose to his knees, rubbing at your clit and fingers pumping wetly in your cunt. Your back arched as the coiling tension threatened to snap. The corner of his lip curled up. His gravel deep voice poured over you like warm honey. “That’s it, little one. Come all over my hand and I’ll stretch this pretty little pussy over my cock.”
You shook, cunt clenching at his fingers, wetness flooding over his hands.
As you lay there feeling your thighs quiver, Geralt stripped off his clothes. He did so with efficiency and no attempt at seduction, still the flex of his muscles and sight of his hard flesh caused the fire to flared hotter.
Geralt crawl over the top of you, mouth covering your breast and sucking your nipple to a hard peak. His kisses trailed up your neck, teeth grazing your skin. Kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue, he pushed your legs further apart with his knees.
You felt the wide head of his cock rub along your entrance. With immense control, he pushed in. The stretch bordered on pain, but under assault of his kiss, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex, your body rocked up against him to invite him deeper. Rocking slowly, each thrust pushing him further, filling you. Heat burned down your chest to settle between your legs.
He sat back on his heels, pulling your body along with him. You cried out at the change of angle, his cock hitting just the right spot. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Memorized you watched Geralt allow a drop of spittle to fall up on your clit. His thumb circled and stroked as he fucked into you harder.
You moaned, back arching and hands clutching at the sheets.
“Fuck,” He growled. “Fuck, yes.”
You shook in his grip.
“Mmm.” Geralt’s hips moved faster, harder. “Again. Fuck. Come again.”
You squeezed your own tits. Geralt moaned. Your thighs quivered. You panted, breath escaping with each thrust. “Oh, gods!”
His fingers dug into your hips. He lifted your pelvis to meet each powerful thrust. Fucking you hard. You felt like you were being blissfully split into two. He growled. “I said fucking come for me.”
“Yes!” You snapped, shaking hard, whiting out.
Faster, rougher, and soon Geralt roared his own release.
He flopped back on the bed, pulling you along with him. You lay spread across his chest, a sated and boneless mass. No part of you touched the bed. You floated on a warm island of Geralt muscle. You rubbed your nose into the hair on his chest, breathing in his scent.
“Hmmm.” He sighed, one big hand coming up to rest on your ass. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” You mumbled with a smile. “But I can’t feel my feet.”
“I’ll carry you if I need to.” The smile could be heard in his voice. “Cause I’m not through with you yet, little one.”
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Can't Wait
Kinktober - Thigh Riding
NSFW - Adults Only
Summary: Steve is not ready to leave the party
The late-night party-goers in Stark’s penthouse fell into either loud groups around the bar or a knot of bodies on the dancefloor. Music thrummed through the room, obscuring conversations. Lights behind the bar were supplemented by the glow of the city skyline.
One man stuck to the shadows, sitting in a chair away from the bar but with a perfect view of the dance floor. You danced but kept stealing glances to the corner. His face was cloaked in darkness, but you could see his long legs, spread wide. Occasionally, his hands would stroke across the silky texture of his slacks. His hands sliding along his own powerful thighs brought the most indecent thoughts to mind.
You made your way to stand in between those legs. A light sheen of sweat covered your skin from dancing and your head spun just a bit from several martinis. Bending over to run your hands along his thighs, just as he had, you smiled. “Why you sitting all alone, Cap?”
“I promised someone I would stay for the whole party, but I’m not really in the mood for the bar.” Steve’s eyes moved from your eyes, to your mouth, and lingered on the sight down the front of your flowy party dress.
Grinning, you swayed your hips to the music. “You could just go, now. With me.”
Steve bit his lip, eyes laughing. He shook his head. “A promise is a promise.”
He turned more into the darkness and pushed a little table further away with his foot. Further in the darkness, another chair was beside his. “But I could use the company. Why don’t you take a seat?”
You stepped over one leg, but did not move to the chair. Instead, you straddled his thigh and ran your fingers through his blond hair. The heat of his body radiated through his slacks, through the whisp of lace, to warm your core. “How about here?”
His large hands slid along your waist, down to the curve of your ass. Your lips brushed lightly over his, barely a touch. Steve’s tongue wet your lower lip. You pulled him closer by his hair and kissed him. He tasted of whiskey and smelled of something woodsy.
You rocked against his thigh as the heat began to pool between your legs. Steve’s fingers dug into your backside. Touching his shoulders, wide and strong, you ached to feel the bare flesh under the soft shirt. Moving your lips to taste his jaw. Your teeth grazed his neck and he pushed you against his thigh with more pressure.
“Mmm.” You nipped at his ear. “Please, can we go?”
He chuckled, the sound low and sexy. “I promised you I would stay for the whole party this time. So we stay.”
“But Steve,” Your head fell to one side as his mouth painted a wet trail along your neck. It sent heat flowing to your core. “We can forget about that. I won’t complain anymore.”
“No,” His teeth grazed your skin. “You’re just going to have to wait until the party is over.”
Rocking on his thigh, you could feel the wetness pool between your legs. “But.”
“No.” Steve said, this time more commanding. It made you want to roll over and let him do anything he wanted to you. “You can wait.”
“I can’t wait.” You whined.
He kissed you again, his large hand moving you back and forth. “Mmm,” Steve grin against your lips. “Does my Dollface want to come all over my thigh?”
You nodded, arching your back and feeling the graze against your sensitive clitoris. Reaching back you tried to move one his hand to the bottom of your dress. The flimsy fabric already rode up to the tops of your thighs.
He chuckled low and teasing. “Nope, all hands above the clothes.” He cupped your breast and pinched your nipple through your dress. “We’re in public.”
A small whine escaped your throat as he pinched the other nipple. You rocked a little faster. Your panties shifted, causing the seam to run along your swollen nub. Abrasive and yet enticing. You breath came in shallow pants.
Wet and desperate for attention. You felt your cunt clench. Stopped you from reaching under your skirt, capturing your wrist in his big hand. You plead and kissed at his lips, his neck. You needed release.
“Damn you’re gorgeous when you’re all needy.” Steve growled in your ear. “I bet if I told you to, you would strip off this pretty little number and ride my cock right here in front of everyone.”
A fire flared down your body. Your chest felt hot. Wetness pooled between your legs. You bared down harder, riding Steve’s thigh in a desperate chase for release.
“Fuck,” Steve squeezed with your tit with his free hand, pinching and handling you almost brutally. “My leg is soaking. Look at you. Sexy as hell. You want to come, baby?”
You whined, nodding desperately.
His large hand grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you close for a rough kiss full of battling tongues and teeth. You felt his hand on the hot flesh of your thigh. His thumb slipped between your sensitive labia, picking up your wetness. He circled your clit with strong pressure. Your body jerked, moving against him hard.
Your thighs shook. Everything else in the world dropped away. Your fingers clenched in his clothes. The tension coiled tightly in your belly.
“That’s it.” Steve’s voice rumbled in your ear. “Come for me. Right here. Then I’ll bury me cock in you, fuck you, until you can’t move.”
Biting back a cry, clung to him. Your orgasm crashed over you, making you shake. Steve held you tight, mouth kissing along your neck.
“Come on, Dollface. I think Tony’s party is over.” Steve picked you up. He took a few steps into the darkness and pushed open a service door. “We have a party of our own to start.”
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May I?
Kinktober - Consent
NSFW - Adults Only
Summary: You are careful to get Bucky's permission.
Bucky Barnes normally did not allow people into his apartment. It’s not like there was anything to see. A chair. A TV. A bed he never slept in. The light above the stove in the little kitchen was the only thing to illuminate the emptiness of his space.
“So, you’re a hoarder.” You said, deadpanned, as you stepped into the living room.
Bucky huffed a laugh as he turned on the small side table lamp. He rubbed at the back of his neck. “I, ah, I wasn’t really planning on bringing you back here tonight.”
“It’s okay.” You dropped your purse and jacket on the floor by the little counter separating the kitchen and living room. As you toed off your shoes, you made sure to gauge his reaction. Bucky’s shoulders lowered just a little.
“Do you want a drink or something? I think I have a few beers left.”
“Naw. I’m good.” You came closer to him, taking his gloved hand in yours. “I’d really like to kiss you again.”
His eyes brightened as he leaned forward. You rose on your toes to meet him halfway. For such a hard man, his lips were impossibly soft. His tongue touched your lips and you eagerly opened for him, matching his enthusiasm.
Pulling away a bit you tugged at his jacket. “Are you going to get comfortable?” He stilled. You smiled. “Bucky, you can be comfortable with me. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
His eyes closed and he tipped his head forward. “I want to.”
You slowly removed his gloves, tossing them beside your coat. You ran your fingers over his metallic palm, entwined your fingers with his. “I know you have complete control, but can you really feel my touch.”
He nodded. “Yeah. It’s different, but yeah.”
You brought his hand to your mouth and kissed his palm. Bucky stared, transfixed. You kissed the tip of his fingers. His breath increased. You lightly sucked on his forefinger. Bucky’s eyes closed and nearly imperceptible whine escaped his throat.
Bucky cupped your face with both of his hands and kissed you again. You slid your hands under his jacket, along his t-shirt. He let go of you just long enough to shed his jacket. The gleaming metal of his arm didn’t bother you. Neither did the solid pressure of it as he wrapped his arms around your waist to kiss you more.
“Doll,” He sighed, pressing his forehead to yours. “It’s been a while.”
“I know.” You toyed with the bottom of his shirt where it was tucked into his jeans. “Bucky. May I take this off?” He nodded. You pulled it up, grazing your fingertips along his flat stomach, over his powerful chest, until he lifted his arms and pulled the shirt off the rest of the way himself. Your fingers lingered on his chest. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
You reached behind you and unclipped your bra before drawing it along with your shirt over your head. Bucky panted, mouth slightly open. You took a half a step closer. “Will you touch me?”
He nodded. His right hand slid up your side to cup your breast. You drew his left hand to your skin, showing him you wanted him to touch you every way he could. Bucky sighed and wrapped his arms around you. His kiss became more demanding. His hands explored your back.
“Doll,” Bucky sighed. “Damn, you feel so good.”
“Can I feel more of you?” You nipped at his jaw. He breathed a quiet ‘yes’ as you unfasted his belt.
He stared as you slipped from your pants, standing before him in just tiny white cotton underwear.
When you lowered yourself to your knees, Bucky face expressed so many emotions at once. Excitement, fear, adoration, nervousness. It went decidedly soft when you took your time unlacing his boots and removing them one at a time.
He went still as you unzip his jeans. His erection twitched as you barely brushed against it as you pushed his jeans over his hips. Jeans tossed aside, looking up at him, your hands ran up his thighs. Bucky’s eyes were wide, he chewed on his lower lip.
“Bucky,” You moved closer, so close you could smell his skin. “May I touch you?”
“Yes.” He breathed.
You lowered his boxer briefs and wrapped your hand around his cock. He let go of a shuttered breath. Thick and long. You stroked the silky skin covering the steel of his cock.
“May I,” You ran your nose along the underside of him. “taste you?”
“Oh god,” He groaned. “Yes.”
As your wet mouth wrapped around him, your felt his body twitch. His fingers stroked through your hair. You could feel his tight control beginning to wane. His hips rocked. His thighs locked.
“Fuck, Doll.” He clutched at you. “Stop. Stop. I can’t. . . Stop or this is over too soon.” You stood. Bucky’s thumb slid along your wet, swollen lower lip. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
“Can we go to bed?”
He nodded, leading you to the other room. It was as sparse as the living room. You kissed him again before crawling to the middle of the mattress. Bucky leaned over you, looping his fingers in your underwear and pulled them down. Your legs fell open. He inhaled deeply through his nose.
“Please, Bucky.”
He slid his hands along your thighs, stroking slowly, moving slowly closer to your core. Long fingers stroked through your folds, gathering your wetness, teasing your clit. Bucky leaned forward with his weight on his free hand to kiss your breasts. His mouth sucked on your hard nipples, making your back arch.
Warmth pooled in your core. Still, you wanted this to be about him.
“Bucky.” You pulled him up and kissed him deeply. Giving a light shove, you pushed him over onto his back. Straddling his hips, you kissed his jaw. Nibbled at his neck. You whispered in his ear. “I want to make you feel good.”
Strong emotion swirled in his eyes. You stroked his chest, sitting back more. His hands came up to cup your breasts. You took his right hand in yours and sucked upon his finger, kissed his palm. “May I do that, Bucky?”
He nodded, visibly shaking at your words.
You reached down, stroking him, rubbing him along your wetness. His hands moved up and down your thighs. As you lowered yourself onto him, impaling yourself, Bucky moaned loudly. You rocked, loving his reaction, lost in the intensity.
“Oh god, Bucky.” You panted. “You feel so good.”
His fingers dug into the cheeks of your ass, rocking you as his hip pushed up. You braced your weight on your hands. You kissed his chest, his neck, his full beautiful mouth. Tension grew, swirling in your belly. Your eyes locked.
“Doll, ah, I’m gonna…”
“Yes,” You breathed. “Me too.”
“God, you’re amazing. Make me feel…wanted.” His gaze held you captive. “Feel so good.”
You moved faster. The coil tightened. You wanted to say things, confess things. The emotion nearly bringing tears to your eyes. His breath grew harsher, hips snapped faster. You began to quiver.
“Please, oh, fuck.” Bucky’s clutched at you. “Come for me.”
You came undone. Eyes locking closed and body shaking. Bucky wrapped his arms around you tight, pushing up into you fast and hard until the moan of his release filled your ears.
You lay atop him, limp and sated. His fingers drew lazy circles along your back. “Doll,” He sighed. “You’re too good for me.”
“No,” You kissed his chest.
He smiled. “Then may I call you my girl?”
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DND
Kinktober - Threesome
NSFW - Adults only
A/N: Sorry I missed yesterday! I'll make up for it by posting twice today.
Summary: Time to put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door.
Steve Rogers hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outer knob of the door, closed it, locked it, and sighed. “Thank god.”
Bucky pulled the curtains closed, making sure no light from the city snuck through. You kicked off your heels. One corner of Bucky’s mouth quirked up in a smirk. “Getting comfortable, Doll?”
You stood, approached Bucky, and ran your fingers over his chest. “We never get any alone time. I don’t intend to waste any of it.”
Steve’s large warm hands rubbed your shoulders. “Always the practical one.”
Bucky deftly unbuttoned the front your dress. His tongue wet his lower lip, eyes darting between the freshly exposed skin of your chest and the sight of Steve kissing your neck. Your head tilted to the side, allowing for better access. Steve’s teeth tugged at your earlobe.
Steve pushed the dress down until it fell to the floor. With sure, practiced fingers, he unfastened your bra. As soon as it was pulled away, Bucky’s hands cupped your breasts. He leaned forward, smiling against your lips, and kissed you deep.
Your back leaned against the solid muscle of Steve’s chest. Pinned between them, their heat engulfed you. Their scent, masculine and clean. Bucky’s hands pulled at your body, one warm and callused, one cool and smooth. You loved the feel of them.
Large hands turned your face. Steve’s mouth covered yours. His kiss harder, more demanding, than Bucky’s. You turned to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He leaned you back, drinking you in. Steve maneuvered you to the edge of the bed. He playfully tossed you to the middle of the mattress.
You laughed as Steve and Bucky raced to ditch their clothes. You shimmied out of your panties. Bucky hopped on one foot, his pants hanging up as he tugged. Steve gave bark of triumph at shedding his clothes first and crawled atop the bed.
He drank down your laughter with another deep kiss. Steve chuckled against your lips as he was jostled by Bucky. You felt Bucky pull your legs in his direction, just before his wet mouth kissed the inside of your thigh.
Steve’s mouth moved down to your breast as you reached for him. Your fingers wrapped around him, stroking his length. He moaned and gave a delighted sound. “Fuck, I love this.”
“Me too.” Bucky nipped the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
You squeaked and giggled. “Me, three.”
Steve came up on his knees, bringing his cock closer to your face. You stroked him steadily with your hand, pulling him to your mouth. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, the salty taste making your mouth water.
Your legs spread as Bucky settled between them. The touch of his wet tongue made you moan around Steve’s cock. Your hips rocked against Bucky’s face as the tension began to build. His fingers teased your sex, slid along your tight ass.
“Fuck,” Steve moaned. “You feel so good.”
“Tastes so good.” Bucky’s muffled voice added.
Steve chuckled, pulling at Bucky’s hair. “Then give me a turn.”
You laughed, as they picked you up and flipped you around. Bucky fell back so you landed face down on his belly. Steve lifted you up on your knees, pulling your ass cheeks apart and buried his face in your cunt. As you gasped, Bucky’s lifted your head by the hair and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his tongue. Felt his cock rub against your body.
“Mmm.” Bucky smiled against your mouth. “Wrap that gorgeous mouth around my cock.”
You did. He was thick, girthy. Bucky rocked, pushing in deeper. Steve’s fingers sunk into your cunt, stroking your sensitive flesh, spreading wetness. Bucky’s strong thighs flexed under your hands. The three of you fell into a familiar rhythm.
The giddy feeling of fun morphed into a building fire, a desperate need.
Steve reached for the bottle on the nightstand, pouring its slippery contents over your sex. You groaned as he pushed his cock into your wet cunt, slipping deep and sliding nearly all the way out before pushing in again.
Bucky’s fingers wound in your hair, holding you firm as you moaned. His voice was gravely. “Oh shit, that feels good.”
You felt the tip of Steve’s cock tease your ass. Pressure. Pleasure. He pushed in, a low curse dropping from his lips. You pulled away from Bucky, panting through the initial adjustment. The feeling electric, sending fire to your core. Steve moved slow, pushing deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck,” You panted, dropping your forehead to Bucky’s belly.
Bucky lifted your face, his fingers under your chin. His eye’s bore into yours, studying the ecstasy on your face. “What do you want, Doll?” He purred. “You want us to take turns, or you want to take us both?”
A flutter ran through your whole body. “Both.” You breathed. “Oh god, I want you both.”
Steve moaned. “Hell, yes.”
He pulled away from you and laid on his back. You crawled on top of him, kissing a trail up his chest, tasting and relishing in the way he smelled. You rubbed against his length several times before arching your back so he slid into your clenching heat. He kissed you, hands tangling in your hair, tongues battling.
Steve’s rocking hips paused as Bucky knelt behind you. The cool touch of his metal fingers teased your ass. Your heart pounded with excitement, anticipation. His fingers pushed past the tight muscle. Your nerves lit up, making you whine.
“Just breathe, Doll.” His cock replaced his fingers.
Intense feelings flooded through your body. So full. So many sensations. The heat of their bodies soaked through yours. They began to move. It all crashed together. The sound of breathing. Moans. Skin. Sweat. Smell and taste. So full. Pressure so deep.
Everything tightened. Your legs shook. Incoherent words and moans fell from your lips as they pushed you to the edge. Heat spread. You cried out.
“Fuck, yes. She’s coming.” One of Steve’s hands held the back of your neck. His face buried in your hair as he panted. “So good.”
Bucky moved deeper, harder. Fingertips digging into your hips. “So fucking tight.” He moaned. “Gonna, uh, oh.” He reached down and squeezed Steve’s balls. The other man let out a harsh gasp and pumped hard and deep.
Your whole body convulsed. Cunt flooding. World whiting out.
Steve roared, coming hard. Bucky let go, releasing his hold, following you both over the edge.
Your head rested on his sweaty skin. The rise and fall of Steve’s chest lulled you. You felt boneless, floaty. Distantly you felt Bucky’s hand trail patterns on your back. His lips touched your shoulder.
“Think we should get our girl in the bath, or let her rest?” Steve’s voice vibrated through your body.
“Bath.” You muttered.
“You heard her.” Bucky smiled. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. “But then you rest up a bit, because we don’t get these opportunities very often and I plan on fucking you stupid while I have the chance.”
“You and me both.” Steve chuckled.
You giggled, already feeling fucked stupid but excited for more.
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Kinktober - Knife Play
NSFW - Adults only
Summary: Loki likes your dress better on the floor
The smooth silk felt cool under your fingertips. It shone a deep emerald green. A complicated pattern of silk straps held the dress up. Gold threads and shining jewels adorned the neckline where it plunged between your breasts. As much as the bodice hugged your figure, the skirt of the gown flowed long and full. Spinning slowly before the mirror, your stomach fluttered from the thrill of such a gorgeous gown.
Soft steps drew your attention.
In the full-length mirror you saw Loki pause in the doorway. He stood tall, stiff. A small crease developed on his forehead. Even when he looked cross, he was captivating. His black curls touched the wide shoulders of his fitted black suit.
You spun once more. “You don’t like it?”
Loki’s eyes flared green and a mischievous grin grew upon his face. “I’ll show what I think of it.”
As his walked across the room, a shimmer of green flowed over his frame, transforming the black business suit to just black silk lounging pants. Your tongue slid along your lower lip at the sight of his firm chest. He moved with predatory intention, causing you to take a step back.
Hands landed upon your upper arms to hold you still. Head snapping around, your mouth dropped open at the sight of a Loki doppelganger stepping out of the mirror. Damn, his magic was cool.
Loki, the real one, stopped just in front of you. You had to tip your head up to look at his face. Long, cool fingers brushed along your cheek. They traveled down your neck and trailed along the edge of the fabric, teasing the skin of your chest. Bumps rose on your arms as you shivered.
He held out one hand and a dagger, nearly as long as his forearm, appeared in his hand. You sucked in a breath. Loki leveled the knife at you. His doppelganger held you firm. The edge of the kissed your skin, not to damage you but to let you feel the cold blade. Your pulse quickened.
With a flick of his wrist one of the silk straps sliced free.
“Loki!” You squeaked.
He smiled, leaning close. His nose lightly rubbed against yours. “I said I would show you what I think of your gown.” His lip grazed yours even though you frowned.
“You really don’t like it?”
“I think it’s lovely.” He smiled. “I just think it will look even better pooled at your feet.”
Loki’s mouth crashed into yours. His tongue demanding. You kissed him back, pulling against the hands of the doppelganger with the instinct to reach for him. Loki pulled back with a wide smile. He teased your collarbone with the edge of the blade. Your teeth pulled at your lower lip as he cut through another section of your gown.
He chuckled deep as he felt your heartbeat pick up. He leaned close, caressing the edge of your ear with his tongue. “Excited, my pet?”
“Yes.” You breathed.
“Mmm, good.”
Loki continued to touch you with the blade. Its cold steel kissed the skin of your neck, your shoulder. He used a bit more pressure every so often, making you gasp. A thrill of fear stirred up butterflies in your stomach even though you knew he would never actually hurt you.
More fabric fell away under the blade's sharp edge to fully expose your shoulder. Loki painted the newly exposed skin with wet kisses. You whimpered, wanting more, wanting to touch him.
He chuckled, and the doppelganger pulled your arms further back. Breast thrust forward, you panted hard as he flicked off little gems with the tip of the dagger. “Not much left. Let’s see if I’m right.”
Loki slashed out, making you squeak. The gown fell from your shoulders, slipped past your hips and pooled on the floor. He stepped back to admire you, now held tight by his double. You stood bare-breasted and wearing only lace underwear, stockings, and heels.
“Much better.” Loki leaned forward. His mouth sucked upon your nipple. You whined. He flicked his tongue over the now-hard nipple before sucking one last time with painful intensity.
“Oh, god!” Your knee weakened and you leaned back into the doppelganger.
Loki gave your other breast equal attention. He moved his mouth to your ear. “This need to go too.”
You felt the blade touch your belly. You whined as it slipped beneath the lace. Sharp cool metal touched hot skin. He teased and you fought to hold perfectly still. You couldn’t see the blade, so your focus locked on Loki’s erection, hidden beneath the black silk.
“I can smell how wet you are.” Loki purred. “Do you want to feel my cock instead of my blade?”
“Yes, Loki.” You nodded, desperate to reach for him. “Please.”
Loki pulled the dagger through the lace, leaving you fully exposed. It disappeared from his hand. His fingers slid between your legs, fingers spreading your wetness and teasing your clit. Your hips rocked into his hand. He slipped two fingers in, stroking. Your breath became more ragged as heat swirl low.
The doppelganger pulled you tight against him as he leaned back. You naked back pressed into his chest. You could feel the fabric of his suit. It lifted you nearly off your toes. Still, Loki stroked and teased your sex causing you to shake under his touch.
In a shimmer of green, Loki’s lounge pants vanished. He lifted your leg, pulling you close enough to slide the head of his cock along your entrance. He teased, not letting you rock into him. “Please, Loki.”
He sank deep. You moaned, throwing your head back against the double behind you. Loki, hooked your legs over his arms. Thrusting powerfully, he groaned as his watched himself slide in and out of your stretched cunt. “Look at that.”
So hot. You were at his mercy, couldn’t move, and so you just surrendered to the sensations. The smell of sex and Loki. Held tight. So full. Your thighs quivered. His cock hit you just perfectly. “God, Loki!”
He leaned forward, pulling at your lip with his teeth before kissing you deep. “Feel so good, my pet.”
You panted, shaking more, careening towards the abyss. He fucked you harder, faster. The world whited out. He pushed deep as you flooded over his cock. Soon he roared his own release.
He pulled you into his arms, the doppelganger forgotten, and carried you the bed. Lazily you curled against him. Your eyes drift toward the mirror only to see the gown, intact, and hanging.
“You fixed it.” You mumbled against his chest.
“I said it’s lovely.” He pressed his lips to your hair.
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Yes, Ma'am
Kinktober - Roll Playing
NSFW - Adults only
Summary: You surprise Steve and he's happy to play along
“I’m fine, Honey. I swear.” Steve did his best to smile.
“The doctor said you were supposed to take it easy, and instead your at your desk doing reports.” You frowned.
“This is taking it easy.” He frowned back. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“Anyone else would still be in intensive care. The least you can do is take the day off.”
“I’m fine, Honey.” He repeated.
You stared for a moment longer. Steve Rogers could be one of the most stubborn men on the planet. Fine. You had another idea.
A while later you stepped into his home office again. “Captain Rogers?”
“Sweethe…” The word trailed off when he looked up to see you standing in the doorway wearing a nurse’s uniform. Not just any nurse's uniform. It was a sexed-up version of a 1940’s Army nurse’s uniform. You’d swept your hair up into victory curls. A lace bra peeked out from under a too-tight, too-short jacket. The skirt was impossibly high, showing off the tops of tan stockings. You posed on high heels, holding clipboard and pen.
“Captain Rogers?” You said again. “I’ve been assigned to take care of you.”
Steve muttered your name. Pink touched his cheeks.
“Captain. No arguments. I have my assignment and I will not take any guff from you.” You frowned, leveling your pen at him.
“Yes, ma’am.” A slow smile spread across his face. “That’s good, Nurse. I don’t think I could manage on my own.”
“Then we better get you to bed.” You set down your clipboard and took his arm, as if to lead an invalid. “Now, why don’t you tell me exactly what needs attention.”
“Hmm.” He stopped beside the bed. Steve stared down at you with hunger. His lip traced over his lower lip as he appeared to consider his response. “I have this ache.”
You gave him a fake, innocent look. “Show me.”
He cupped his growing cock. “Down here.”
“Oh, no. Captain Rogers, that could be serious. Better let me see.” You lowered carefully to your knees. Running your hands up his thighs, feeling his muscles under the soft fabric of his sweatpants. You stroked his clothed cock. He moaned. You tsked playfully. “Doesn’t sound good. I need to take a closer look.”
You pulled at his sweatpants, lowering them over his hips. Steve’s cock stood proud before you. He threw his t-shirt aside and watched you while clenching his hands. You touched him, stroking the silky skin over his steel shaft.
“Does it ache here?” You kiss the base of his cock. Steve hummed. “Or here?” You circled the head of his cock with your tongue.
Steve’s hand came up and cupped your jaw but didn’t muss your hair. His hips rocked, urging you to take him deeper.
You could feel the way Steve battled to keep control. It sent a thrill through you to feel his thighs tighten and his fingers hesitate. Normally so willing to manhandle you to where he wanted you, you knew your outfit affected him.
Pulling away from him with a suctioned pop, you gave him a final lick. Steve whined. Actually, whined. You stood, slowing, stroking his length. “Captain, I think I know exactly what you need.”
Steve slowly unbuttoned your top. He traced his fingers over the edge of the lace bra. “You have what can make me feel better?”
“Mm-hmm” You squeezed his cock harder and ran a hand over his broad chest. His eyes nearly closed. “Let me check my medical bag.”
You turned away from him and bent at the waist to reach for the small case on the floor. Steve groaned as he got the full view up your little short skirt. Stockings and no panties. His fingers slipped over your sex, spreading moisture and making you shiver.
“I know I put it here somewhere.” You breathed, excitement building.
Steve watched your hips rock as you shifted your weight. You moaned as his fingers delved into your depths. His voice came out low and rough. “Better be sure you find the right medicine for me.”
“Yes, Captain.” You panted.
“Maybe I should help.”
You felt the head of his cock slide against your entrance. When had you lost control of this scenario? Steve pushed in, stretching, filling you. You grabbed the edge of the bed to steady yourself, moaning. “Fuck.”
“Yes.” He moved in and out, hands digging into your hips, moving faster. “Just what I need.”
“Steve.”
He pulled you tight to him, arching your back and cupping your breast. “You know, nurse, I think it might be me that has the right medicine for you.”
“Yes, Captain.” You panted.
Steve thrust into you, moaning. He let you fall forward. “Need this?” He moved fast, hard. “Need me to fill you up?”
“Yes, Captain!” Your thighs began to quiver. “Please!” Steve lifted your leg onto the bed, changing your angle, his access. His cock hit deep. Your legs nearly gave way. He held your firm. Moaning and cussing, you felt your body tighten and shake.
“So fucking good,” Steve groaned. “That’s it, babydoll, let go.”
You keened, shaking as the warmth spread and washed over you.
“Oh, yes.” Steve moaned. “That’s it. Yes!” His grip tightened. He pushed deeper and came hard.
As your legs shook and breath slowly returned to normal, Steve stood you upright on your high heels. He reached down and ran his fingers through the mess between your legs. A grin spread across his face.
“Hmm. I think it worked, nurse. I feel so much better.”
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Kinktober - Week One
First 10 days down - third of the way through - and all I cannot express how much I appreciate the reads and feedback you all have been giving me.
I took a pretty major break from writing fanfic and I just am so humbled to see the number of new people and return visitors to my page. And to those who have been liking and reposting their way through my Master List - I see you and send you tons of love!
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Kinktober - Biting/Marking Kink
NSFW - Adults Only
Summary: Bucky wants you to remember him while he's away
Bucky shoved a pile of black t-shirts into his duffle bag.
“How long will this trip be?” You sat in bed, knees pulled up and arms wrapped around them.
It was still dark. The alarm had gone off at four in the morning. Bucky tried to be quiet as he got ready in the bathroom, but you were awake and determined to see him off.
“Couple weeks.”
He efficiently packed the rest of his bag while you watched. His shaving kit and toothbrush were thrown on top of his clothes. You noticed he didn’t take any personal items. If it was going to be a low-stakes mission, he would usually take a couple books or something else to distract himself. Only the bare essentials were packed for the bad ones. Bucky moved around the room, clad only in his black boxer briefs. At least you got to admire him before he left.
“What’s that look for?” He asked. You didn’t even see him look at you.
“What look?”
“You’re chewing your lip and lookin’ like I’m heading off to World War III.” Bucky closed up his bag.
“Maybe I’m just anxious for you to go.” You tried to tease.
His eyebrow arched up. “Got someone in the wings, Doll?”
“Maybe.” You raised your chin.
Bucky tossed the bag on the floor, crawling up the bed like a predatory animal. “Maybe,” he licked his lips. “I should make sure anyone looking knows you’re mine.”
A thrill raced through your body. You fought to keep the smile from your face. “Just how do you plan on doing that?”
His voice lowered to a deep, dangerous tone. “You know exactly how, Dollface.”
Bucky tugged the blankets away from your naked form. Taking an ankle in each hand, he yanked you down onto your back with your legs wrapped around his hips. Putting his weight on one hand, he stroked your breast with the other.
“Do you really think I would leave without making you happy first?” He bent forward sucking your nipple. Your back arched, wanting more. He chuckled. “Or that I would go without making sure you felt my touch for days?” His teeth nipped and sent a zing of pain and pleasure straight to your core.
“Buck,” you whined and tugged at his hair. He bit and sucked across your breasts until it was almost too painful, only to sweetly kiss and lick the sensitive skin. It left you panting and writhing beneath him.
“Mmm,” Bucky crawly lower. “My beautiful girl.”
He nipping the skin of your inner thigh. You jerked, but he held you. Bucky face buried between your legs. You clawed at the sheets. Rushes of heat. Shots of pain. Washes of pleasure. His mouth, tongue, and teeth made you shake.
“Fuck,” You panted. “Bucky, ah fuck.”
His fingers sunk deep into your wet core, curling and pumping to fill the room with wet, sloppy sounds. He grinned at you, face wet and lips pink. “You going to come for me, Doll?” You nodded desperately, unable to speak. “That’s right. Cause this pretty little pussy is mine. Isn’t it?” You whined as you hurled toward the edge. He knew. The fingers of Bucky’s other hand rubbed at your clit. “Fuck yes, Doll. Now.”
You snapped. Came apart. Shook. Flooded over his hand.
Bucky freed his cock and slid into your quivering cunt. You moaned, wrapping yourself around him. He groaned, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging all the way in again. Over and over. Powerful, but not nearly fast enough.
“Doll.” He groaned in your ear. “Can I, uh fuck, can I mark your neck?”
“Yes,” You breathed. Normally, the bruises were only for places hidden by clothes. At the moment you didn’t care. “Yes, want to feel your teeth.”
“Oh, shit.” Bucky’s pace increased. He panted. You clawed at his back, his ass. He pulled your hair, arching your neck. The pressure built. You cunt clenched. “Fuck. You close, Doll?”
“Yes.” You whined.
He fucked you faster, his mouth kissing and nipping at the base of your neck. You began to quiver. His hips pushed deeper.
“Yes,” You panted. “Let, ah fuck, let everyone know, ah, let them see I’m, oh fuck, yours.”
Bucky moaned, hips snapping, coming hard, and biting down. Pain zipped down your body, pushing you over the edge to a blissful release. You held tight as little quakes echoed through your body. His soft mouth kissed over sensitive skin.
“You’ll have a good one here, Dollface.” He kissed your neck gently. “Sorry.”
“Mmm. Not sorry.” You sighed. “Totally worth it. Besides. It’s scarf weather.”
He laughed, making his whole body shake. Kissing you deep, Bucky smiled against your lips. “I may say you’re mine, but really I’m lucky as hell to be yours.”
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Sexy Mess
Kinktober - Mess Kink
NSFW - Adults Only
Summary: You want to get messy with a certain Witcher
Geralt’s deep, gravel voice called your name.
“Get in here.” He demanded.
You stepped out of the bath and into the bedchamber. Stretched out across the bed, the Witcher drank from a tankard of ale. Stopping to enjoy the view, you took a moment to admire his wide bare chest and thick thighs. His body held a map of scars. Large and powerful, you loved the way he made you feel.
When he drained the drink and laid back fully on the bed, his right hand gave his long, thick cock a stroke.
“I’m here.” You crawled up the bed to kneel between his thighs.
“About time.” He sounded stern, but there was laughter in his eyes.
You wrapped your hand around him and dipped your head. You loved his scent when he was fresh from the bath. Burying your face between his legs, mouth wet and dripping, you licked and sucked at his balls, hand gripping his cock harder. Geralt rumbled in appreciation.
Moving up, you took him in your mouth. Drool ran down his shaft to cover your hands. His fingers wound in your hair, pushing your head down and forcing his cock deeper. He pushed you near to gagging, before tugging you up by your hair.
He flipped you both over, looming above you. Geralt took your jaw in his hand and kissed you with tongue and teeth. He pulled away enough to give you a wicked grin, before licking a sloppy trail down your neck to your nipple.
“Please, Geralt.” You begged.
On the tablet beside the bed, a metal flask warmed over a candle. When Geralt opened the lid, the scent of mint filled the air. He didn’t bother to pour any into his hands. He drizzled it directly over your breasts. Warm and slick, it spread over your skin. He poured more, filling the hallow in your belly, and thoroughly soaking your core.
You moaned as his hands smoothed the oil over your body. He lowered himself down to kiss you again, this time allowing you to feel his weight and rubbing his body against yours. Hot. Solid. Covered in slick oil. Your nerves were on fire.
Geralt’s large hand dug into your thigh, massaging, moving closer to your core. Two thick fingers sank into your sex, stroking deep. Wriggling slowly beneath his body, you relished in the sensation of his chest hair against your hard nipples. Slick. Messy. Skin on skin. The heat circling in your belly.
“Need more.” You whined, hands running over his muscles. Hard. Strong. Your fingers dug in, pulling at him and sliding along his flesh.
Geralt’s thighs pushed your legs further apart. His teeth nipped at your lower lip. You felt his cock rub against your entrance. Slippery and hard. He pushed in, filling you. The stretch. Your legs wrapped around him as his began to thrust in and out.
A low growl rumbled up from his chest as he gripped you tighter, fucking harder. The breath rushed from your lungs. Warmth enveloped you. His wet mouth covered yours, sloppily kissing your mouth, your jaw, your neck.
Your thighs locked around him. The coil in your core wound tighter. The deep rumble from his chest vibrated through your body. He moved faster. Pushed harder. You quivered.
“Hmmm, fuck, yes.” Geralt hiked your legs up to your shoulders.
You panted and swore, each thrust hitting your deep. Pushing you closer to the edge. You wanted more.
“Come on me!” You plead.
Geralt’s hips snapped hard and fast. With a growl he pulled out. You watched him spurting hot come over your belly, over your tits. He slammed back in. Your cunt spasmed. He pumped hard, impossibly fast. Everything tensed. Heat flared, spreading in a flash. You came apart, flooding over his cock.
He flopped back on the bed. You both lay on your back, panting, sweaty and slick messes. Feeling boneless, you flopped over and curled against his body. He pressed his lips in your hair.
Geralt chuckled. “I am a sweaty mess.”
You laughed back. “My favorite sexy, sweaty mess.”
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Strut
Kinktober - Leather Kink
NSFW - Adults Only
Summary: Something about the way he struts
The transport lowered to the tarmac, rear ramp lowering immediately. You paused your work logging the inventory of the emergency equipment stacked at the far side of the hanger to catch sight of the team coming home. Mainly you wanted to see your man home safe and sound.
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Strut
Kinktober - Leather Kink
NSFW - Adults Only
Summary: Something about the way he struts
The transport lowered to the tarmac, rear ramp lowering immediately. You paused your work logging the inventory of the emergency equipment stacked at the far side of the hanger to catch sight of the team coming home. Mainly you wanted to see your man home safe and sound.
Steve and Natasha strolled down the ramp deep in conversation. Sam came out next, arguing with someone behind him. So far they all looked healthy. Then Becky immerse and your breath hitched.
He strode down the ramp with long purposeful steps. His fists were clenched. You drank in the delicious sight of him clad head to toe in leather. Heavy boots. Straps of harnesses filled with weapons and tools of destruction. Tight leather jacket. The only thing bared from the neck down was the gleaming metal of his arm.
“Fuck me.” You muttered to yourself. He looked sexy as hell.
Almost as if he heard you, Bucky’s eyes locked on you. He changed direction straight toward you. Your pulse kicked up. Excitement filled you. Some hind-brain fear made you feel like prey as he stalked toward you. Stalked. That fucking strut.
He came close, saying low. “Follow me.”
You did. He led you out of the hanger, down the hall and to one of storage rooms. He slapped his palm over the electric lock and practically pushed you inside. The second the door closed, Bucky’s hand grabbed you by the back of head and he kissed you hard and brutally.
Your fingers wrapped around the straps of his shoulder harness, pulling him closer. He only pulled back once your lips were wet and swollen.
“Miss me?” You breathed.
“Don’t wanna talk about it now.” He pulled you tight against him. “Just need to feel you. To see you.”
You didn’t question, just pulled your top and sports bra over your head. Bucky reached for the buckles of his gear, but your hand stopped him. “No. Leave it on.”
Kicking off your shoes, you stripped out of the rest of your clothes just as fast. Bucky panted, staring at you hard as you dropped to your knees before him. Unbuckling his belt, you loosened his pants enough to free his hard cock.
You looked up into his blue eyes as you licked him from base to tip. Watched his mouth drop open and his tongue run over his lip as you tasted him. As you swallowed him deep, Bucky moaned. His fingers slipped through your hair to hold your head. He didn’t force you, but you knew it was a battle for him.
“Com’here.” Bucky pulled you up and turned your back to the wall. His slid over your body. He slipped his fingers into your cunt, spreading your wetness, and grinning wickedly at your moan. “You been a good girl while I’ve been gone?”
“Mmm-hmm.” You squirmed, hands roaming over his gear and trying to pull him closer. He leaned forward to nip and kiss your neck. Your nipples scraped along the rough straps and leather of his gear, making you moan harder. He smelled of Bucky, sweat, leather and gun powder. You rocked your sex into his hand harder.
You reached down to grip him once again. You needed him.
Bucky plunged his tongue into your mouth, kissing your deep, before moaning. “Won’t last long.”
“I’m so close.” You whined. “Fuck me, please!”
He let you guide him to your entrance, slipping his head through your wetness once before plunging in. You bit back a cry and wrapped a leg over his hip. Bucky thrusted into, hold you by the ass. Being completely naked while he stayed fully clad felt so amazing. You were at his mercy. You hyper-sensitive skin rubbed on the leather in near painful ecstasy.
“Is my Doll desperate?” His tongue painted a trail over your neck.
“When you came at me.” You panted. “With that fucking strut.”
“Hmmm.” His pace quickened.
“All wrapped in leather.” You moaned, starting to shake.
Bucky had you pressed against the wall, feet completely off the ground. Breath pushed from your lungs with each thrust. You held tight to leather straps of his holster, pulling him in. You thighs quivered and body tensed.
“Needed you.” Bucky’s teeth grazed your shoulder. “Need you.” His fingers tips dug into your ass as his control began to slip away.
“Yes!” You shattered at his ferocity, his primal reaction and need. Legs shaking, cunt flooding and clenching around his cock, Bucky bit back a howl as he emptied himself.
He stilled, but for the small quivers that ran through both of your bodies. Bucky gently kissed your ear. “I need to come see you straight after a mission more often.”
You giggled, “Or just swing by my place in all your gear…”
“That,” Bucky smirked. “I can do.”
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