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#Eleven Sentence Challenge: kinktober edition
cockslutpadalecki · 2 years
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Andy Barber & More Masterlist
⤞ ARI LEVINSON/RANSOM DRYSDALE
Compliance ⊗⚤
Written for Eleven Sentence Challenge: Kinktober Edition with prompt “If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”
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French Maid (Steve x Reader)
Businessman!Steve and a sexy Halloween costume. For @cockslut-padalecki’s Eleven Sentence Challenge! Prompts were “If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” + Face fucking.
382 words, mature. 
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Steve needs to take a damn break every so often; he’s been at his desk all day, and he’s got that furrow between his eyebrows, the one he gets when he needs a reminder to unwind a little… luckily, you have just the thing. 
“What do you think of my Halloween costume?” you ask coquettishly, posing in the doorway of his home office to show off your French maid outfit… which is more lingerie than costume, if you’re being honest. 
He does a visible double-take, raising an appreciative eyebrow before saying, “Now is not a good time, baby — I know what you want, and… just don’t.”
You ignore that, of course, sauntering closer, and he ignores you, returning his gaze to his laptop with what looks like an immense effort. 
“What do you think I want?” you ask, wide-eyed and innocent, perching on the edge of the desk, right next to the computer, so that your thigh is pressed against his forearm and he can’t help but notice your fishnets. 
A muscle in his jaw works, and his voice is deliciously stern when he says, “For me to rip those tights open and take you right here on my desk —” and holy hell, that wasn’t your first thought, but yes please, “—and the answer is no, babydoll, because I’m working. If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” 
But when you slip between him and the desk, sinking to your knees, you can see he’s already getting hard, so you bite your lip and cup him through his jeans, looking up through your lashes to offer, “You don’t have to stop.”  
The phone rings, and Steve glances at the caller ID; he curses, looking back down at you with a hungry expression, his cock harder by the second under your fingers, and then he’s yanking at his button and zipper, opening his fly for you. 
“Be a good girl and let me fuck your face,” he orders, grabbing you by the hair and shoving you into place, and you suck him down eagerly, swallowing a moan. Steve sighs, rocking his hips up until you almost choke, and he keeps one hand in your hair as he answers the phone with the other. 
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threeminutesoflife · 2 years
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Sandwiched
Ran up the Flagpole
Pairings: Rick Flag x Reader x Ransom Summary: Rick and Ransom acquired you. Warnings: 18+, noncon- mentions of: human auction, explosive device, knife play, Rick grabbing his flagpole, fingering Word Count: 350 
Prompts: auction/sale, knife kink, “Do you need me to stretch you out first?” and “Who would've guessed you’re into this.” a/n: entry for @cockslut-padalecki Kinktober Eleven Sentence Challenge. Check out her words❣️ Happy October and Thank You for hosting. 🎃🧡
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Gluing his chest to your lingerie-covered back, Rick tapped his knife over the freshly implanted explosive in your neck before refocusing on Ransom, “Remember the deal, Drysdale, 50/50 for my connections and procurement.”  
Ransom thumbed the small detonator as he raked his eyes over your body, cataloging the goosebumps and coveting what squirmed in Rick's possession, “Don’t need a reminder on what I paid for, Flag.”
Smirking, Rick teased the knife’s tip across their new toy; a slow twist over your glowing mark, a harsh drag around the collar of your throat, a steady descent of sharp silver between your breasts.
“I tagged her- I go first,” Rick skewered the bow on your bra, slowly peeling back the flimsy material with his blade.
Pocketing the remote, Ransom stepped closer; the wool of his sweater barely ghosted your chest when he suddenly hooked your garter belt and tugged you forward, “I funded the auction- leave the dick measuring up to our girl for when we’re both inside her.”
“Careful, asshole,” Rick quickly flicked the knife away as you stumbled into Ransom, leaving behind a welted line of ownership and a sob of surprise when Rick advanced, painfully sandwiching you between the two men. 
“Eat shit, Flag,” Ransom slotted his thigh between your legs, purposely knocking Rick’s knee as he leaned in to whisper, “Now kitten, let’s hear how well you purr my name.”
Rick ignored the taunt and passed the knife over your shoulder, brushing his fingers along your cheek in the exchange, “Treat her nice, I like this one.”
Humming hungrily in agreement, Ransom pressed his lips to your temple and brandished the steel over your lace-covered core, “Do you need me to stretch you out first, cupcake?”
Anchoring his legs further apart, Rick palmed his pants faster; his erection hardening under his touch as he echoed Ransom’s needy groans when you whimpered between them, “Who would've guessed you’re into this, Drysdale.”
“One more cut and I’ll be even more into this,” Ransom promised darkly, roughly slicing the binding of your panties and slipping two thick fingers deep inside. 
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His Queen
Pairing: BoyKing!Sam x reader
Summary: Reader agrees to be the King of Hell's Queen under false pretenses.
WC: 476
A/N: For @cockslut-padalecki’s kinktober eleven sentences challenge. I have NEVER written dark fic before, this is truly my first foray into that arena, so hopefully I did it justice. Going for a dreary-erotic noir vibe.
Warnings: Per the challenge rules this story has hints of 1. Daddy, 3. Auctioned/For Sale, and 5. Breeding (consequently, warning for unprotected sex. You should always wrap it up kids) kinks. Additionally, this *may* read to some as non-con but it was not intended to be, I'm going for more "I agreed to this but I'm not sure I'm happy about it" feel. Also, big angst.
"I only agreed--to this arrangement--so that you wouldn't--kill my father--and you know it, you monster," you sputtered over your shoulder between thrusts as the boy king plowed you from behind at a sluggish pace, knowing full well that the shakiness of your voice was far more distinct than the anger you were trying to convey. You couldn't help it though, his thrusts were deep and sharp, taking your breath away every time his impressive girth dragged against that sweet spot when his grip on your hips yanked you back into him at the very end to get those last few inches inside with a loud SMACK.
You heard a deep, patronizing chuckle rumble from his chest and his thrusts sped up, causing your pussy to throb in betrayal, "Is that what he told you, sweetheart?" You felt a tug on your collar and you arched your back desperately as catching your breath became even more difficult.
"You think daddy was a mere Hunter--one of the good guys," he tsked and you struggled to focus on your confusion at his words while his cock drove you closer and closer to the edge of bliss. "Dear old dad never told you about his demon dealings or the fact that when he heard, through his surprisingly vast demon grapevine, that I was looking for a vessel to carry my progeny, his first thought wasn't to protect you--his only daughter--from a monster like me," he paused briefly to slide one large hand from your hip and rub his fingers deftly over your slippery clit, before growling, "but to sell you to me?"
"You're lying," you gasped indignantly before letting out a sharp yelp when his large open palm slapped down on your ass not once, not twice, but three times before his fingers gripped your cheek and squeezed painfully.
"'Fraid not, Sweet Cheeks, you are bought and paid for--all mine and you're gonna live tied to this bed with me between your gorgeous thighs until your belly is swollen with my child and maybe long after."
You clenched your eyes shut as hot tears spilled out from the deep agony of a not altogether unexpected betrayal, even as the build up of your orgasm threatened to consume you.
When he leaned over, pressing his hot body flush against your back, hips still pistoning into you, and put his lips next to your ear, promising tenderly, "you'll never have to worry about him again; I made sure he suffered," your orgasm ripped through every muscle in your body and your ears filled with the sound of an inhuman howl--rage mixed with pleasure.
"Good girl, that's it, just like that, my good girl, I'm your daddy now," he chanted sweetly, painting your insides with his thick ropes and you felt the subtle shift taking place; the moment you became his Queen.
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kickingitwithkirk · 2 years
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Always with the Scissors
Word Count: 495
A/N: for @cockslut-padalecki #eleven sentences challenge: kinktober edition
Warnings: arguments, bondage/male, object insertion/rectal, wincest/nipple play/
Prompt: #6 in Bold Kink-object insertion
Square Filled: @j3bingo cock worship
A/N II: Stand alone using characters from Regina Colie, Regina Infernum
*no beta, all mistakes are mine
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The demons whispered amongst themselves outside the King's private quarters debating as to who would avail in the latest battle between the Boyking and the Knight of hell.
“We’ve had this talk before and I’ve asked you to not do it,” the King's voice was even angrier than before, “aww, come on Sammy, she thought it was funny.”
“It’s Sam and I’m sick of your disrespect and disobedience Dean, I’m the one who rules hell, not you, and I’m ordering you to not disparage my consort in front of the court again!”
The demons heard the tone in the Knight's voice that if directed towards them would have sent them fleeing for their very existence, “Sammy, you wouldn’t be here fulfilling your destiny or have her if it wasn’t for me so you show me some respect..little brother.”
There was a prolonged silence then the King's incredulous voice, “you want us to do what..” “..what’d she say..” “..if you’d imbibed when asked I wouldn’t have to keep translating..” “..just tell me what the hell she said Sam!”
He took a deep breath, “my Queen has suggested in order to resolve our discord..” “..wish Y/N would learn to use plain language..” “..we should utilize rock, paper, scissors.”
“That’s all..let's do this,” he held his hands up ready to go when Sam said, “there’s a catch,” Dean lower his hands, “why don’t I like the way you said that Sammy,” the King gave him a sardonic grin, “the winner gets dealer’s choice..and she gets to punish the loser.”
Dean made that face he always did when thinking stuff over, “well as long as we agree not to smite each other still I’m game,” he raised his hands again, “best two outta three?”
Deans ragged breath began hitching alerted the King he was close to cumming again chided, “always with the scissors,” went back to licking his left nipple before biting down hard on the reddened nub released it peering over at his Queen, who had been kneeling between those bowed legs held far apart and upright by a fully extended spreader bar and taunt chains suspended from the ceiling since they began.
Sam palmed his cock through his pants, the sight of her au natural making him instantly hard, even more aroused watching her leisurely undulating over Deans cock, wet with her saliva, occasionally deepthroating and swallowing around him, pushing Dean to the edge then stopping to grip the base before repeating.
She peeked up at Sam inquiring and nodding in acquiescence picked up the leather cock ring snapping it on Dean got up smiling as he tracked her movements, watching her retrieving an object and situated herself back between his legs teasing her slicked fingers over his rim, slipping into stretch him sinks the object in made him unexpectedly clench sucking it in deeper felt an orgasm vigorous building throughout his body hears an ethereal voice, “Who would’ve guessed you’re into this.”
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Sam/Jared @idreamofplaid
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Put on a Show
Pairing: dark!Ransom Drysdale x reader
Synopsis: your boyfriend puts you front and center. (prompts: Humiliation/Degradation + “Who would’ve guessed you’re into this.”
Note: This if for @cockslut-padalecki ELEVEN SENTENCE CHALLENGE: KINKTOBER EDITION
Warnings: dark!fic, dubcon, implied sharing, implied noncon, humiliation, sex toy, exhibitionism.
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Ransom pokes his thumb into your mouth as he stands behind you, tears blurring your visions as the silhouettes of strangers stare back at you. Hands and feet bound to the metal chair, the vibrator buzzes and sends a ripple through you.
Your pert nipples betray your reluctant arousal as you hum and suck on his finger, groans and grunts, the friction of flesh meet your lewd noises.
He leans over you, breath hot as it tickles the shell of your ear, a singing heat that adds to the flames licking from your core.
“Who would’ve guessed you’re into this," he snarls, "you dirty little slut."
"Please," you beg around his thick fingertip as he cups your chin firmly and you bite down, "why--"
"You think I wouldn't recognize you, hmm? BlackKitty44?"
You whimper as your username sinks deep into your gut.
You're found out; guilty but repentant as the room watch you writhe against your binds.
"Oh, this just the foreplay, kitty, they'll all get their turn," he purrs in your ear.
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cockslutpadalecki · 3 years
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Alpha!Ransom Drysdale + “Who would’ve guessed you’re into this.” + Somnophilia for your Eleven Sentence Challenge please
Wine Drunk
Characters: Dark!Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!F!Reader.
Words: 376.
Warnings: non-con, explicit sexual content, a/b/o dynamics, somnophilia, drunk!reader, 18+.
A/N: First entry to the kinktober edition of my ESC challenge. I hope you like! Prompt is bold. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback/reblogs are golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.
“C’mon, let’s get you to bed,” Ransom intercedes with a light laugh as you stumble into another group of party guests, and apologises on your behalf before helping you upstairs to one of the many bedrooms.
“Mm Ransom,” you murmur when he lays you down on the bed, and you’re already snoring softly as you curl into the satin sheets below you. He sweeps his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes suddenly focused on the way your dress is caught beneath you, skirt drawn up to expose a little more flesh than sober you ever would. You’ve always been uptight, according to Ransom anyway— a prissy little Omega who barely gives him a second glance, so to see you laid out before him just ripe has him stalling to leave.
You shift a little in your sleep, giving him a better view of your demure white cotton panties and Ransom inwardly groans, imagining what perfection must lay behind them.
He knows he shouldn’t but he can’t help himself— crawling up onto the bed with tentative movements, being careful not to wake you even though he knows the exact amount of wine he plied you with so he doubts you’ll stir much.
Your skin is soft under his and when his fingers curl beneath your underwear, pulling them down over the curve of your hips, he’s almost breathless as he comes face to face with your delicious Omega cunt. 
He wishes he could take his time— tear you apart with his fingers and tongue, get drunk on your flavour which he’s always imagined is as sweet as the wine you’ve been drinking— but he knows there isn’t time. Ransom quickly spreads your thighs and flicks open his belt, and ever so slowly, sinks into your heat with a silent open-mouthed groan. 
The sensation pulls you back to a drowsy wakefulness, your eyes blinking weakly as you mumble, “Ransom? What yo-you doing?” 
“Who would’ve guessed you were into this, hm?” he condescends with a small laugh, enjoying the sound of your pussy greedily sucking him back in. You’re too out of it to fight him off, but it doesn’t stop the disgrace from burning beneath your cheeks as your body unashamedly reacts when you unravel around his cock.
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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years
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Hey Lisa can you write me a cuckolding, “Who would’ve guessed you’re into this," with the Winchesters for your 11 sentences challenge kintober edition? 😘😘😘
Wanna Watch
Characters: Dean x Reader (established relationship), Sam x Reader.
Words: 206.
Warnings: explicit sexual content, cuckolding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+.
A/N: I am so sorry it’s taken me this long to post... only three months too late, ha. Hope you enjoy! Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback/reblogs are golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.
I wanna watch you fuck my brother. 
When Dean initially confesses his ultimate fantasy, you’re dubious. Can this really be something he wants or is the idea more of a turn on than the actual reality? Rest assured, he’s adamant this is what he wants. And by the dark hooded look in his eye as he watches you sink down onto Sam’s cock, pussy stretching wide, you can tell he really is getting off on this. Cheeks flushed, Dean lazily pumps his shaft with his lip caught between his teeth, gaze drawn to the spot where you end and Sam begins. 
“Good girl, fuckin’ yourself so well on Sammy’s cock,” Dean gruffly praises with a blissed out smile, “who would’ve guessed you’re into this?” 
All you can manage is a breathless whine as you sink back down onto the younger Winchester’s cock, enjoying the way he feels inside you a little too much. Sam doesn’t move— save for the small twitches of his thighs, and his fingers as they tighten around your hips whenever he bottoms out inside you. 
“Think she’s stretched out enough Sammy,” Dean aims towards his brother, and you sense him shift behind you, “now fuck her until I tell you to stop.”
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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years
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Ok, smutty spooky eleven sentences- let’s do it! Would you write vampire!bucky with kink no.3 and dialogue no.6? Love you filth bunny x
Paid In Full
Characters: Vampire!Bucky x F!Reader.
Words: 298.
Warnings: being sold to the highest bidder, explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, mentions of previous monster-fucking, imminent blood sucking (I mean, he is a vampire so...), 18+.
A/N: Indebted for eternity to @princessmisery666 for the never-ending help. Another entry to the Kinktober edition of my ES challenge. Prompt is in bold. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback/reblogs are golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.
James has never had to pay for anything in his four-hundred years on this Earth, but having seen every continent, every wonder of the world what feels like three times over, he knew he needed something to pass the infinite time, and finding new ways to entertain himself combined with the technology of the 21st Century is a vampire’s dream.
Thanks to the internet, people are certainly more open and flamboyant when it comes to the exploration of new things, and they certainly aren’t afraid to admit their deepest and most taboo fantasies. So when he reveals his fangs to you mid-thrust— the woman he purchased from the depths of the dark web— he’s a little surprised you don’t cower. 
“You’re not scared?” he asks, kitten-licking at the seam of your lips before giving them a little nip with his sharpened teeth. 
“Ohh,” you groan, eyes fluttering closed as he snaps his hips a little harder, “I’ve fucked things more monstrous than you.” 
“I don’t doubt that.” James smiles down at you, musing internally that his idea of monsters and yours must vary greatly, but he can’t deny he’s impressed, even though he knows he’ll miss the little thrill he gets from the fear twinkling in the eyes of his victims when they realise what he is. 
“Who would’ve guessed you’re into this?” he chuckles, almost proud as he runs the tip of his nose up the curve of your throat, inhaling deeply at the scent of your blood pumping beneath your skin. 
“Do it,” you whisper with a croak and James lifts his head in amusement.
“Say it again,” he urges, thrusting harder, and your eyes flicker open long enough to lock with his— pure azure crystal with the slightest hint of gold.
“Make me yours, Master.”
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Forever: @amandamdiehl @b3autyfuldisast3r @buttercandy16 @crashdevlin @dangertoozmanykids101 @daughterofthenight117 @donnaintx @danneelsmain @dandywinchesterbras @deangirl93 @doozywoozy @downanddirtydean @foxyjwls007 @gayasslookinass @hoewkeyesblue @heyyouwiththeassbutt @ilovefanfic86 @jewelswrites-ish @joseyrw @letsby @letsdisneythings @mogaruke @notyourtypicalrose @nik2write @novawillowbarnes @obsessivelycapricious @pinkshenanigan @princessmisery666 @rattwritesfics @sea040561 @sweeterthanthis @slutformarvelmen @simpformarvelmenandwoman @stoneyggirl @warriorqueen1991 @wonder-cole @xoxabs88xox @zooaliaa
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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years
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Fuck or Die + “If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” + Ransom/Ari/Andy
Compliance
Characters: Ransom x Reader x Andy x Ari.
Words: 463.
Warnings: non-con/dub-con, sex pollen, fuck or die, implied foursome, female masturbation, Andy is mean, Ransom is a bastard, Ari is... Ari, 18+.
A/N: This turned out a bit more sex pollen-ish than fuck or die, but ah well, hope you like it Yas. Another entry to the kinktober edition of my ESC challenge. Prompt is in bold. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback/reblogs are golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.
The lawyer Andy regards you with contempt— at least you think he is, you can’t really tell through the strange mist coating everything in a weird golden hue, but the way he continues to look at you makes your whole body inexplicably flush hot. You glance up at Mr. Barber’s security detail to try and break the spell his boss seems to have you under, and suddenly you’re sure the cloud of halcyon is messing with your mind, the giant of a man stood behind him has the same piercing azure stare and you feel yourself growing wetter the longer he keeps your eyes locked on his. 
“Are you okay?” You hear from beside you, but there’s no concern there, just intrigue, and slowly you turn your head to face your husband— if you can even call him that after the drunken, shotgun wedding— and your breath hitches low in your throat. Ransom is more clean shaven than the other two men, but the similarities between the three of them are distinctly obvious now and a small whine escapes from your parted lips: how have you never noticed this before? 
“Hot, s-so hot,” you mumble thickly as Andy stands up from his desk and rounds it, coming to a stop in front of you. He kneels at your feet, sliding his hands up your thighs and you blindly try to swat him away, but your wrists are suddenly pulled back in midair by his security. You struggle with another whimper, back arching against the chair as the man behind you holds you in place while Andy spreads your legs, pushing your skirt up over your curves. 
“If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week,” the lawyer grits harshly and you feel your eyes begin to well up at the threat. 
“Why are you doing this? What did you give me?” you keen out as Andy’s fingers breach your heat, your greedy walls sucking him desperately and you feel your chest grow hot at the shame.
“See, Ransom owes us,” he says, eyes quickly flicking to the man holding you to include him in the harshly implied ‘us’, “so we’re taking payment. And your little husband knew you wouldn’t come willingly after he promised you to me and Ari,” he explains with a macabre laugh, watching you squirm against the chair as a breathless gasp tumbles over your lips from the delicious but sinful intrusion, “so he just gave you something that would make you a little more… compliant.” 
“And trust me, if you don’t give into it… into all of us,” Andy kneels up, running his nose across your cheek with a satisfied intake of breath, “you won’t be leaving this office alive.”
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ALL CE: @chamberofsloths @dreamlessinparis @imanuglywombat @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay @la-cey @livstilinski @ladydmalfoy @otomefromtheheart @patzammit @stargazingfangirl18 @starlightcrystalline @saiyanprincessswanie @sunwardsss @selfsun @threeminutesoflife @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @xoxonotme
Forever: @amandamdiehl @b3autyfuldisast3r @buttercandy16 @crashdevlin @dangertoozmanykids101 @daughterofthenight117 @donnaintx @danneelsmain @dandywinchesterbras @deangirl93 @doozywoozy @downanddirtydean @foxyjwls007 @gayasslookinass @hoewkeyesblue @heyyouwiththeassbutt @ilovefanfic86 @jewelswrites-ish @joseyrw @letsby @letsdisneythings @mogaruke @notyourtypicalrose @nik2write @novawillowbarnes @obsessivelycapricious @pinkshenanigan @princessmisery666 @rattwritesfics @sea040561 @sweeterthanthis @slutformarvelmen @simpformarvelmenandwoman @stoneyggirl @warriorqueen1991 @wonder-cole @xoxabs88xox @zooaliaa
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Demon Blade (Dean x Reader)
@wingedcatninja requested: “Using the demon knife to subdue demon!Dean + pegging.” Also, more for @cockslut-padalecki​‘s Kinktober Eleven Sentence Challenge: “Get on your hands and knees before I change my mind.” + knives. 
296 words, mature.
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“Behave, or else,” you snap, and without warning, you put the tip of the demon blade under his chin, making him tilt his head back against the pillow until his throat is exposed for you.
Once he proves he can stay still, you ease up; he glares, green eyes glittering with defiance, as if he doesn’t love this. You drag the tip of the blade down Dean’s lower lip, and the upper lip curls in a sneer.
“I know you’re not gonna fuck up my mouth, sweetheart,” he growls, and as you pull the knife away, he gives you a cocky grin and adds, “I know how much you like it.”
“True,” you muse, and you scoot back, sitting up on your heels, playing with the knife as you consider what you want to do with Dean.
He makes a pretty picture: the lazy smirk, the flush and the freckles down his chest, the trail of golden-brown hair leading down to the fat flushed length of his cock — he’s acting like this isn’t affecting him, but his dick says otherwise.
“I could fuck you up in so many other ways, though,” you tease, as you run the flat of the blade up Dean’s inner thigh, and he lets out a hiss of a sigh, his fists clenching convulsively at his sides. “Or I could just fuck you.”
That gets an even better response; a muscle just south of his abs jumps, and his cock twitches, pre-come beading at the shiny tip of it.
“You gonna stand there and stare all day, or are you gonna do it?” he drawls, but the snarky tone can’t hide the eagerness in his expression.
“Get on your hands and knees before I change my mind.”
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Trick Or Treat (Bucky x Reader)
Another one for @cockslut-padalecki‘s Eleven Sentence Challenge! Daddy kink + “Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.” Some degradation thrown in for seasoning. Also, a slutty Catholic schoolgirl costume. Oops?
I was thinking of this as a timestamp to What You Need, aka the Nanny AU, but it stands alone! 
Last one for tonight. Tune in next week for more spooky smutty fun! 
455 words, explicit-ish. 
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Bucky answers the door in a thin tee-shirt and pajama pants, adorably rumpled like he’s just been curled up with a book -- granted, it’s much too late for the actual trick-or-treaters -- and he looks stunned when he sees you. Since your semester started, you’ve been talking about taking the train into the city to visit your former boss, but you didn’t tell him you were actually going to do it, and for a moment his silence makes you nervous; then he lets out a low, husky curse, smirking in a way that’s deliciously familiar. 
If you were actually trick-or-treating, this wouldn’t be the best outfit for it: blouse unbuttoned halfway down to your navel; push-up bra giving you some spectacular cleavage; micro-mini plaid skirt barely hiding the fact that you’re not wearing panties underneath, just thigh-highs… “slutty Catholic schoolgirl” has been done to death, but it’s a classic for a reason. 
“Trick or treat,” you say, twisting one pigtail around your finger and giving him a wink.
He makes a rough, wordless noise before tugging you inside by one wrist, and as soon as the deadbolt slides into place, he’s looking you up and down, lips curling into a smirk as he orders, “Do a twirl for me, doll, let me get a look at you… you’re not wearing anything under that skirt, are you?”
The pleats fly up when you spin for him, and the kiss of cool air on your freshly-shaved cunt makes you shiver; then you look at Bucky, taking in the way he’s palming himself through his thin cotton pajama pants, stroking and squeezing — showing off the thick, hard shape of his cock — and your chill feels more like a fever. 
“Is that my treat?” you ask archly, and he barks out a laugh. 
“Not sure you deserve it, if you took the train dressed like that,” he says thoughtfully, backing you up against the door and sliding his palms up your thighs to your bare ass before whispering, “Forgot how shameless you are… maybe I shouldn’t fuck you. Maybe I should just bend you over and spank you until you’re screaming; maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.” He slides two fingers into you, pumping them in and out roughly, and you cling to him, eyes fluttering closed as he growls, “You liked that, didn’t you — everybody looking at you, all dressed up like a whore — can feel how much you liked that, filthy girl.” 
“All for you,” you breathe, and your voice breaks when you confess, “Haven’t even thought about anyone else, since — since we — oh, fuck, please don’t stop — I’m all yours, Daddy.”
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Squeeze (Bucky x Reader)
For @cockslut-padalecki and the Eleven Sentence Challenge! Prompts were “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tempt me like that?” + choking. Inspired by that one scene in What If, because I couldn’t help myself. 
Rough vibe going on in this one, plus the choking. Shower sex!  
Explicit, 263 words. 
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Bucky’s cheeks are pink from the steamy shower, his mouth sinful red, but his eyes are pure ice. There’s a calm, collected expression on his face as he watches you squirm, impassive, like he doesn’t care in the slightest that you’re about to come around the two strong fingers he’s twisting perfectly into your cunt. 
His other hand is wrapped around your throat, pinning you against the tile wall, cold and unyielding, and as your knees start to shake, you cling to the metal wrist with both hands.
“You know all I have to do is squeeze, right?” Bucky asks coolly, and he does just that, grip tightening ever so slightly. “There are so many ways I could hurt you right now.” 
“Anything you want,” you gasp, barely able to get the words out, and your eyes flutter closed as you clench and spasm around his knuckles. 
“Careful, now… do you really think it’s a good idea to tempt me like that?” 
He shifts his weight just in time; your legs give out as you come, your entire body trembling with it, and you’d fall if not for the way he’s pressed against you. 
“Look at you, all limp and useless like a pretty little doll,” he whispers, manhandling you, hooking your legs around his waist. He hefts you up and spreads you open, replacing his fingers with his cock in one smooth movement. “It’d be so easy to break you… but I’m not done playing with you yet.” 
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The View From Here (Steve x Reader)
For @cockslut-padalecki and the Kinktober edition of the Eleven Sentence Challenge! Prompts chosen were breeding + “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” 
Do y’all really need more of a summary than that? That’s it. That’s the fic. I should really warn for abuse of semicolons though. 
389 words, explicit. 
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The glass of the floor-to-ceiling window is chilly, and you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself as you lean on it, looking down at Central Park, where patches of red and gold have crept through the trees. It’s not even the best view from where you’re standing; that title belongs to Steve, shamelessly naked as he gets up, joins you at the window, and tugs the blanket away impatiently. 
“Cold—” you mutter, but he pulls you close, and the heat of his body warms you as you mumble, “— and I thought we were taking a break, dammit, not all of us have super-soldier recovery time.” 
“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it,” he says, which isn’t an answer, but you let him spin you around, grabbing your wrists in one hand so he can pin you against the glass with your arms over your head. 
“Is that an order, Cap?” you ask, and it comes out breathier than you intended; your nipples are tingling, going painfully tight at the chill, and his come is still sliding down your thighs, making it entirely too easy for him to open you up with two thick fingers as he kicks your feet wider apart. 
You’re sore and swollen and used, but the spark of pain is nothing compared to the rush of pleasure as he presses in slowly, pulling you back against him with his big palm flattened on your lower belly. You both groan in unison when he bottoms out and grinds in deep, the heat of his cock scorching in contrast to the cold glass down your front. 
“C’mon, sweetheart, you don’t get a break until you’ve got a baby in your belly,” he says, fucking you with sharp, shallow strokes that hit your g-spot in a way that almost makes your knees give out. “Gonna fuck you full of my come, and I don’t care who’s watching… let ‘em see that pretty little cunt all stretched open and dripping for me. Want everybody to know who you belong to.” 
You know how Steve gets when he has a mission, and you know there’s no point arguing, so you just arch your back and moan, putting on a show for anybody who might look up and see.  
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Human After All
Winter Soldier x Widow!Reader
Word Count: 335
Warnings: “Fuck or die” situation = inherent consent issues. 
For @cockslut-padalecki​​ and the kinktober edition of her eleven sentence challenge! Prompts were “I was made to destroy. Not to fix, but to break.” + Sex pollen/fuck or die.
I’ve been using a bunch of her prompts as inspiration for next week’s Hump Day drabbles, but that’s gonna be fall-themed, and I couldn’t find a way to make this relate to autumn in any way, shape, or form 😂🤷🏻‍♀️
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The Soldier lingers in the doorway of the safehouse bedroom, watching you step out of your skirt; he’s never looked so human in your presence as he does with that flush in his cheeks, but he’s unmistakably a predator. 
There are very few things that still scare you, and the Winter Soldier is one of them.
The Red Room didn’t prepare either of you for this particular setback, but he doesn’t flinch when you stagger toward him and collide with the rock-solid bulk of his body; terrifying or not, he’s your mission support, and it’s his job to take care of you… but he grabs you around the waist, pulling you close, and then it’s immediately clear that this isn’t just a job. He’s hard, and when you rub yourself against him, catlike, you’re not the only one who shudders at the wave of friction. 
Until today you wouldn’t have thought he was capable of something like desire, but now you can feel it all over him, obvious in the way his breath catches as his hips hitch forward. You feel drunk on the poison and the smell of him — leather and metal and sweat and blood — and you can’t concentrate on anything beyond the primal need throbbing between your legs.
“Help me fix this,” you whisper, and he nods just once, jaw set, before scooping you up and carrying you over to the bed. 
He lays you down gently, and then he pauses — watching the way you squirm — before he crawls up your prone body, metal arm like a cage as he positions himself over you. 
“I was made to destroy,” the Soldier says hesitantly, and there’s that shocking human vulnerability again as he adds, “Not to fix, but to break.” 
“Destroy me then,” you say, before you can think better of it, and his eyes go dark and feral.  
He leans down close, sending a fresh thrill of fear down your spine as he snarls, “That I can do.”
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More Bucky x Reader here! 
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Pavlovian (Sam x Reader)
For @cockslut-padalecki​‘s Eleven Sentence Challenge: “Who would’ve guessed you’re into this.” + knife kink. 
Demon blood era Sam and demon!Reader. They’re not very nice to each other and there’s some distinctly unsafe bloodplay happening. Also, knife kink. 
331 words, explicit. 
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The bright lash of pain makes you hiss, arching up off the mattress, and Sam braces you with one forearm across your hips, holding you in place. He drags his tongue up the shallow incision he made along your inner thigh and then sucks, hard enough that you’ll have a bruise in the shape of his mouth, making you buck helplessly. 
You’re naked, and he’s inches away from your wet, ready cunt, and yeah, he needs the blood, but you need him inside you now. 
“Who would’ve guessed you’re into this,” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, and he smirks at your scowl before taunting, “Seem to remember you putting up a fight the first time.”  
“You’ve been drinking from me and then fucking me senseless every day for two weeks,” you retort, but before you can make some excuse about Pavlov, Sam cuts you again, and your words trail off into a groan. 
“Pretty sure it’s just because you’re a nasty little slut with a pain kink,” Sam says casually. 
“Look who’s talking,” you comment; he’s rocking his hips, the goddamn hypocrite, rutting against the mattress as he watches blood trickle down your skin. 
Then he sits up and opens his belt one-handed, shoving his jeans down and fisting his cock: flushed angry red, veins standing out from velvety skin. Part of you wants to slow this down long enough to trace every one with your tongue, following the pulse of blood under the surface, but neither of you have time for that; you just roll onto your hands and knees, glancing behind you just in time to see his eyes flash black as he draws the blade across your upper thighs one last time. 
When he slides home with one brutal thrust, the smack of skin on skin is followed by a sharp wave of pain that almost makes your arms give out. 
You goad him anyway, desperate for more: “C’mon, Sam, fuck me til it hurts.”
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