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tuiccim · 4 years

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

HBC Kinktober Prompt 10/14: Lingerie

A/N: Sorry y'all! Just a little, fun blurb tonight. It's been a long day and I'm exhausted. Hope you guys enjoy!

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You and Bucky are curled up on the couch together watching some ridiculous romcom. The actress on screen is wearing a scanty bit of lingerie and Bucky quirks an eyebrow at you.

"How come you never buy stuff like that?" He says in a playful tone.

"Because shit is expensive and someone has a kink for tearing off clothes." You sass, taking your popcorn bowl into the kitchen. "How many bras and underwear have you ruined now?"

Bucky chuckles, "too many to count." He gets a gleam in his eye and smirks, "tell ya what, for tonight, I'll only rip off what's left on you by the time I make it to the bedroom."

"Oh, no, Barnes. This is a brand new bra!"

"Then I suggest you get it off before I get to you." Bucky's stance is predatory.

You run towards your bedroom, stripping as you go, heavy footsteps following quickly behind.

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fadingfics · 4 years

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TH HBC Kinktober 01

October 1st - Public Sex

@the-th-horniest-book-club

The balcony offered little shadow in which to hide from the party held inside the hall and your backside was still visible for anyone who ventured too close to the window. But it was enough, for now. You had Loki pinned against the wall, one hand pressed on his chest, the other one inside his pants, gripping his cock and firmly stroking him.

It wasn’t often that you got to tease him like this. That was usually him, touching you under the tables or using his magic to turn you on. This was a treat, and you were going to fucking enjoy it.

You teased his balls with your nails and his cock twitched, his hips thrust forward searching for friction. The way his body responded to your attentions made you smile.

Loki was always so composed and smooth, pretending he was unaffected or uninterested, and in absolute control of his reactions. But you knew him so much better. If there was one person who could break him, it was you. And he would let you.

You pushed your body flush against him and twisted your wrist. Your thumb rubbed the head of his cock, collecting precum and smearing on his length. It allowed you to stroke him faster. Loki grunted. You knew that if he wanted to stop you he would. But you also knew he wasn’t going to. He was too far gone by now.

His hand gripping your wrist was a half assed attempt to regain control. His other hand was on the back of your neck, keeping you in place while he kissed you. Though the kiss was an excuse to muffle all the undignified sounds he was making.

To have him surrender to your will got you absolutely soaking wet, and you wanted to have his cock inside of you. But not yet... this was too much fun.

He was close, you could feel it in the way his balls clenched and his hips stuttered.

“Consider this payback,” you breathed against his mouth and got your hand out of his pants.

Loki’s jaw dropped, temporarily speechless, and he looked at you with murder in his eyes. You stepped and sucked on your thumb, staring back at him.

“You know where to find me if you want me to finish it.”

Loki spat a string of curses that you barely heard as you walked back inside the noisy hall.

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eurynome827 · 3 years

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For @the-ss-horniest-book-club HBC Kinktober 2020 - Day Twenty Five - Thigh Riding AND @happygowriting Let's Get Kinky - Day 25 - Public Sex/Exhibition

The boy I love to hate(fuck) - 18+ with Frank - language, obviously thigh riding and public sex, banter and insults. A little angsty. This is another in my continuing series of Frank encounters.

Again.

It's always like this.

But tonight you're feeling softer, a little vulnerable. Your usual insults don't have the same bite, your eyes don't have the same sparkle.

He notices. Of course he does.

Frank's in a corner of the yard, sitting and smoking, watching the rest of the party. The noise is a low hum and the string lights illuminate enough for him to not be in total darkness but it's still pretty secluded when he grabs your arm as you walk by.

"What do you want?" You snap. You're actually on your way out, having already said goodbye to your friends.

"What's with you tonight?"

His voice is too soft for your liking. "Not like it matters, because we're not friends, but I broke up with someone today."

Frank's brow furrows. You know what he's thinking. You hate that you know. "And no, you fucking dickhead, I wasn't seeing him for long and I wasn't seeing him the last time we fucked. I'm not like that."

He still hasn't let go of your arm. His fingers drift down to brush against yours. "Not like what?" You can see his eyes glittering as he looks up at you. "Not like me?"

You don't answer. A million replies lodge in your throat, but your heart just isn't in it. You open your mouth once to speak and then close it again.

You still haven't pulled your fingers away from his.

Frank crushes the cigarette beneath his boot. He looks at you for a moment, and then pulls you onto his lap.

You don't fight it. You're tired - of fighting, of trying, of failing. There's something in you that he always knows, recognizes, and yes you hate it but tonight you're almost - grateful? Almost?

Your back is against his chest, and you're facing the party. Someone could see but no one will. You move so his thigh is between your legs.

"You need something?" His voice is still too soft. You start rolling your hips, grinding against his thigh.

"I need to feel good."

"I can do that."

"I know."

You're using him, and he wants to be used and this is too gentle. You're supposed to be telling him to go fuck himself as he slams you into a wall, or saying that you hate each other as he bends you over the bathroom sink. But instead you're in the not quite dark enough where someone could glance over and see you rubbing your pussy on Frank's thigh and he's touching you so softly, his hands moving under your skirt and gripping you to move you. Your hips circle over him, because suddenly this isn't all you want - you want him to fuck you right here. Maybe you want to be seen.

Frank groans, a rumble in his chest against your back and you whine. Ordinarily he'd make a comment, winding you up about how he makes you feel good, but he's silent now. No words as he moves you forward a little so he can unbutton his pants and push them down as you lift up off his lap just enough. You feel him hard against the curve of your ass and you gasp when you feel his fingers hook into your panties and pull them aside.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he finally speaks, "you're so wet."

"What are you gonna do about it?" It's slightly mocking but nothing like usual. You feel him chuckle a little, and then you're both moaning quietly as he pushes into you.

You're watching the lights. The party noise continues, a distant reminder of the eyes that haven't noticed you two. One of Frank's hands finds a way into your bra, and the other settles between your legs, playing with your clit as you ride him. It's slow and steady - out of the ordinary. Later they'll be time to dissect this and try to figure out just what the fuck you were thinking but right now you just want - you NEED - him. How the hell did you wind up needing him?

"Baby," he's never called you that before, "I'm gonna...."

"I know," you cut him off, because you do. "Me too."

He smothers his noise in the back of your neck, his face in your hair. You bite it back, closing your eyes. He's still holding you, one hand grips your thigh and the other is still lazily stroking your breast, and you don't want to move yet. A loud shout breaks the reverie - you startle and open your eyes, but it's just someone winning a game. Frank's already pulling his hands back.

"I'm getting up," you warn him. He slips out of you as you stand, and you still face away as you straighten your dress, pull your underwear into place, blocking him as he does that same. When you turn to face him, he's pulling another cigarette out of the pack. You laugh, a short huff. "I guess it was good for you?"

He smirks up at you, but stays quiet, searching for his lighter in the pocket of his jacket. Before he can put the cigarette between his lips you surprise him and yourself by leaning down and kissing him, softly. His eyes are unreadable as you stand up straight.

"This means nothing."

He lights the cigarette and blows out a cloud of smoke. "Sure."

It could be an agreement, or sarcasm. You're too tired to get into it. You keep walking toward the gate, to go home and wash him off your body but he's never really gone and that's the rub... isn't it?

#hbc kinktober ‘20 #letsgetkinky2020 #frank endings beginnings

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chuuulip · 3 years

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Loki & Darcy Kinktober 2020

Pairing: Loki x Darcy

Warning: Explicit content 18+ , Crack fic, Bad writing

A/N: Snippets in the life of Loki and Darcy mostly sex life

Prompt:

Oct 1 - Public Sex - Chasing Heaven

Oct 2 - Authority Kink - Bad Behavior

Oct 3 - Oral - Blow

Oct 4 - Voyeurism - Drop The Game

Oct 5 - Anniversary Sex - Save My Night

Oct 6 - Daddy Kink - I Need You

Oct 7 - Multiple Partners - Keep You Mine

Oct 8 - Beard Burn/Beard Kink - Pose

Oct 9 - Quickie - Lost In The Crowd

Oct 10 - Car Sex - Off the Grid

Oct 11 - Hair Pulling - Heads Up

Oct 12 - Playing With Toys - Plugged In

Oct 13 - Temperature Play (wax) - The Wicked Twitch

Oct 14 - Lingerie - Level Up

Oct 15 - Dirty Talk - Enthusiasm Is Contagious

Oct 16 - Dom Character/Sub Reader - Do It Like This

Oct 17 - Dom Reader/Sub Character - Above & Beyond

Oct 18 - Phone Sex/Sexting - Reaching Out

Oct 19 - Food/Drink Play - In The Beginning

Oct 20 - Bondage

Oct 21 - Anal Play

Oct 22 - Breeding Kink

Oct 23 - Choking/Breath Play

Oct 24 - Cockwarming

Oct 25 - Thigh Riding

Oct 26 - Spanking

Oct 27 - Edging

Oct 28 - Knife Play

Oct 29 - Praise Kink

Oct 30 - Blindfold

Oct 31 - Costume/Roleplay

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bugsbucky · 4 years

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Going Under

Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: Bucky deep fingering your g-spot and licking your clit at the same time.

Warnings: Oral sex - fem receiving, squirting, deep fingering, licking, language

Authors Notes: A filthy drabble for @the-ss-horniest-book-club to celebrate the Kinktober event with Day 3; Oral 😇

The angelic sounds that were falling from your lips were music to Bucky’s ears. Your loud cries of pleasure would be enough to make a ghost blush if they were to step through the wall and attempt to haunt you.

Bucky wasn’t letting up, he was going to town on you. His tongue rolling around your clit, lapping at it and massaging it with the tip of his tongue, and his index and middle fingers were curled up inside you, rubbing that G-Spot that never failed to make you squirt or make your body tremble.

His mouth and fingers alone were making you feel so alive.

“Bucky! Oh my FUCKING God!” You cry out, your hips raised up slightly which drove your quivering pussy into his mouth even more and his fingers plunged even deeper. You could literally feel your arousal dripping from your holes and onto the sheets below you.

“FUCK! Oh my fucking....gooooood!” You were a hot mess. Tears streaking your face and your body about to give out at any second.

These deep fingering sessions were your treat once a week. And boy, did you look forward to them.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” Bucky asks attaching his lips back to your clit. The sloshing sound coming from the inside of your pussy lets you both know it’s not gonna be a clean orgasm.

“Fuck yes!” You pant and whimper at the same time. “Fuck!” The chant falls from your lips like a mantra. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The coil tightening in your belly, he speeds his tongue up, driving you into a tidal wave of emotions and you feel for a second you may have passed out or your insides have fallen out, one or the other.

A scream rips from your throat as the coil finally snaps in half, causing your voice to crack and you don’t mind a few days with no voice, this was totally worth it.

“Damn baby! I love it when you squirt over me.” Bucky hums delightfully.

“Oh my god. Am I alive?”

“I hope so. Would be really difficult to explain your death to the coroner.” Bucky jokes, getting off the bed. “I’m gonna run a hot bath and we can relax baby.”

“Thank you!”

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theycallmebecca · 4 years

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Drabble: Uncle Chris, DILF in Training

Here is today’s drabble for Kinktober on the HBC blogs. This one is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club.

Today’s prompt is daddy kink.... and as soon as I saw that prompt... this idea came to me.

Title: Uncle Chris, DILF in Training

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Not directly mentioned but maybe hinted at issues getting pregnant? If you are sensitive at all about pregnancy, babies, wanting to get pregnant/be a parent you might skip this one.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Whenever a friend called to see if you and Chris could watch their kids for a bit, Chris always said yes if he could. Partially because there were times he couldn’t help out, but also because he loved his nieces and nephews.

Today, the two of you had your hands full with one of his friend’s four older kids (ages 3 to 10) while he and his wife went to an appointment for their youngest, a six month old.

It was borderline too cold for the kids and Chris to be in the pool, but that didn’t stop them. He and the three oldest, all boys, were playing an aggressive game of 3 on 1 basketball in the pool. Meanwhile, you and their little sister were reading books while you soaked in the early fall sun.

“They’re crazy,” the little girl remarked as the boys shouted and laughed in the pool.

“That they are,” you agreed with a small laugh.

It was days like this where your heart ached for you and Chris to have your own family, but it hadn’t happened yet. The two of you had talked about it and had even tried, but hadn’t had any luck.

“Alright, alright!” Chris announced loudly. “I give up! You three win!”

The boys cheered and then booed when Chris told them it was time to get out of the pool.

“Hey now,” he said. “My stomach is growling and you three monkeys are growing like weeds, so I know you’re probably hungry, too.”

Glancing down at your watch, you blinked in surprise. It was already after noon and almost 1 o’clock.

“We’ll go get lunch started,” you told Chris. “The four of you should take warm showers. I can only imagine how cold that water is.”

“It’s fine once you get used to it,” the oldest boy offered.

“Auntie is right,” Chris stated. “Hit the showers, boys.”

Lunch was a noisy affair. Given the cool water that Chris and the boys had spent over an hour in, you had made soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch and Chris had ended up making a couple more sandwiches for everyone to share.

Then it was nap time, at least for little sister. She had been fine hanging out with you while the boys had been in the pool, but now she only wanted Chris. So while the boys helped you clean up the kitchen, Chris took her upstairs for her nap.

“Can we watch a movie, auntie?” One of the boys asked.

“Can you agree on one?” You countered with a knowing look. You’d experienced one of their arguments over what movie to watch before.

The brothers exchanged looks before the middle brother suggested, “Can we watch one of Uncle Chris’s movies? Maybe the Avengers?”

After getting them setup in the living room with Avengers on, you went upstairs to find out what was taking Chris so long. You found him fast asleep on one of the twin beds in the kids guest room with his niece asleep on his chest.

Not wanting to wake them, you softly closed the door. And then sighed. Chris needed to be a dad. And you needed to be a mom.

Going downstairs, you joined the boys in the living room and soon found yourself with the five year old cuddled up against you.

That was how Chris found you about thirty minutes later when he came downstairs. He joined the two of you on the couch and watched the movie with the rest of you, occasionally commenting on his own performance under his breath so only you could hear.

When his friend and his wife got back to the house, Chris wasted no time in getting their youngest, a baby girl, out of her car seat and holding her. You weren’t sure who was more enamored with the situation, Chris or his infant niece.

You found your eyes going back to the pair again and again while you spoke with the friend’s wife. You were still getting to know everyone, but they all seemed like genuinely nice people. Her especially.

When the movie ended, the friend and his family packed up and said their goodbyes. Thanking you and Chris for helping with the older kids.

You and Chris watched from the front door as they loaded everyone into the family minivan and then drove away.

“I love those kids,” Chris said as he closed the door.

“I love seeing you with those kids,” you said with a smile. “Definitely a dilf in training.”

“Dilf in training?” He raised his eyebrow.

Smiling, you took a step forward, backing him up to the front door. “Yes,” you replied. “Playing with the boys, cuddling with the little girls. Loving each of them just the way they are? It does things to me.”

“What types of things?” He asked.

“How about I just show you,” you suggested. Leaning in, you kissed him, deepening the kiss as you ran your hands down his body.

You were both panting when you pulled away and looked him in the eye. “Come upstairs it’s me,” you whispered.

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” he responded.

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10 months later

You came into the bedroom to find Chris on the bed with the month old twins, a boy and a girl, laying on his bare chest.

“Are they asleep?” You whispered and he nodded.

You briefly considered picking them up and putting them in their bassinets, but ultimately decided to lay down with the three of them.

“They’re almost too big to be held like this,” you whispered as watched the babies sleep like Chris.

“I know,” he said, sadness in his tone. “I both want and don’t want them to get bigger.”

You smiled and nodded in agreement. The first month had been hard with the twins, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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valkrylie · 3 years

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Sexciting

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky's stuck in briefings all day so you have another idea.

Warnings: Sexting, language

Authors Notes: Hello hello! My first submission to participate in the ongoing HBC Kinktober '20 for @the-ss-horniest-book-club. No prompt, I'm just winging it 🥰

Natasha's eyes narrowed in on the metal armed super soldier sat on the opposite side of her. She watched his face droop slightly as he was reading some text on his phone.

Bucky knew someone was watching him, he could feel it. He was grateful nobody was sitting next to him, reading the absolute filth you were constantly sending him every few seconds.

Y/N: "I can't wait to feel your tongue massage me later..."

Y/N: "Hmmm got your pretty fat cock on my mind... Hurry up and get done so you can kiss my cervix with it 😉"

Bucky was struggling to keep himself together. The texting continued, each message getting filthier than the last.

Y/N: "When you get back... I'm gonna lay you down on the bed and swirl my wet, hot tongue around that sensitive gorgeous tip of yours."

"Ohhh fuck." He cursed by accident.

"Something up Barnes?" Steve quizzed, his hands on his hips in a typical captain america style.

"Oh, something is definitely up." Nat smirked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Bucky assures, though Nat is not so sure about that.

Not even a minute goes by when Bucky's phone buzzes on the table. He's quick to pick it up and shield it from prying eyes.

This time it wasn't a text, but a picture of you; your legs spread open on your shared bed and your fingers pulling your lips apart to show him how wet and horny you were for him.

"Holy fuck. I gotta go." Bucky says awkwardly trying to stand up and hide the tent in the front of his pants.

"Told you." Nat said confidently as she watched the soldier stumble out of the room.

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tuiccim · 3 years

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Hey Friends! Unfortunately, I had a little family emergency tonight and did not complete today's story for HBC's Kinktober Prompt: Breeding Kink. I'm exhausted, so, gonna shower and go to bed. I will be back at it tomorrow.

Thank you, my lovelies!

#hbc kinktober ‘20

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rumtipsyrogers · 4 years

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Happy Anniversary!

Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding anniversary and Andy has a treat for you.

Warnings: Face sitting, implied smut, language, 18+ only please!

Author’s Notes: This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and for Day 5 of Kinktober: birthday/anniversary/special occasion sex. Seriously, this man could break my fucking arm and I’d thank him!

Celebrating your wedding anniversary was something Andy took very seriously. Every year he always did something special; trips to the Bahamas, dinners out, last year he surprised you with a vacation to Paris. This year was slightly different. You stayed home in Boston, and you cooked a fancy meal for two and you were his dessert.

Andy squeezed your ass cheeks as you rolled your hips on his mouth. His tongue moving through your folds and circling your pulsing clit. Your palms flat against the wall and the consistent knocking of the wooden headboard only adding to the intimacy.

“God Andy!” You moaned. Andy kept his eyes on your face the whole time, watching you lose control very quickly. He’s aware of your thighs quivering on either side of his head and he knows you’re close by how fast your rolling your hips chasing your release.

“Cum for me honey.” It’s a sweet command, and it’s a command that has blood rushing to your ears. “Cum Y/N.” He repeats just as the coil in your tummy snaps from the pressure of his wet tongue.

You cum with a silent scream, knowing your children are asleep in the next room.

“Fuck!” You whisper. Your legs turning to jelly. “So good baby.” You stroke his hair affectionately. Andy helps you off his face and you blush by how wet his beard is.

“Happy Anniversary baby.” He smiles. “Ready for more?” You answer him by laying flat on your back and letting your legs fall open.

“Always ready for you.”

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eurynome827 · 4 years

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For @the-ss-horniest-book-club HBC Kinktober 2020 - Day Eight - Beard Kink

Bucky Barnes x Reader - 18+ for suggestiveness, oral (f. receive)

Just out of the shower, wrapped in a towel in the steamy room, you narrowed your eyes at the straight razor on the counter next to the bathroom sink.

"Buck?"

"Yeah, honey?" His voice carried through from the bedroom.

"What exactly is this razor doing here?"

You heard rather than saw his smirk, being as he was still in the other room. "What's the matter, doll? Nervous?"

"Wellllll..." You bit you lip, toying with the razor. At the sound of his throat clearing, you looked up to see him leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, that smirk you knew you heard on full display. "Maybe, a little."

He crossed to you, taking the razor from your hand gently. "You'd miss my beard?"

"YES." It's out of your mouth in a hot rush before you can stop yourself, and you both grin. Bucky places the razor down on the counter, his eyes on yours.

"Why?" It's an innocent enough question, but the way he's slowly untucking your towel and unwinding it to reveal your skin is anything but. Your breath starts to come faster and finally the towel falls, his eyes drinking you in until they flicker back up to yours, seeking an answer to his question.

"Well," you lean back against the counter, gripping the edge to steady yourself, "I'd miss kissing you with the beard, the way it feels against my lips and cheeks."

To prove the point he leans forward and kisses you, softly, and you raise your hands to feel the coarse yet soft hairs, your lips chasing his as he pulls away. You pout a little and he taps your bottom lip with his finger.

"What else?"

"I'd miss the way your beard feels when you're kissing my neck," and just as before he demonstrates. "And...further down."

"That's not very specific," he teases, murmuring into your skin but his mouth keeps traveling anyway, taking pity on you and your whimpers as he follows a well-mapped trail over your body until he's kneeling and lifting one of your legs into his shoulder.

"What about here?" His voice is husky and warm against your thighs, his lips and tongue moving achingly close to where you need him, that beard he is absolutely not allowed to shave off rubbing deliciously against your skin.

One hand holds the counter and the other - that's buried in his hair, bringing him closer to where you're wet and wanting. "That's....my favorite."

Bucky hums, the vibration setting your body ablaze, and you moan to match his volume.

Your hand on the counter graps the razor, drops it in a drawer, and slams it shut. This discussion is over.

#hbc kinktober ‘20 #bucky barnes x reader

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Late to the Party

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 561

Summary: You and Steve are about ready to leave for a party but he has other ideas...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ce-horniest-book-club Kinktober celebration and day 9 (Oct 9th)- quickie. Honestly, seems impossible to resist a shirtless Steve Rogers so who can blame us? Enjoy and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ And A HUGE THANK YOU to everyone reading, liking, commenting and reblogging my stories so far, it means the world! ❤

Warnings: sassy Steve, light teasing and dirty talk, vaginal sex, smut (18+ only please)

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Just as you pin the last piece of hair behind your ear Steve emerges from the shower, the towel tied low around his waist and his chest glistening with water. He catches your eye in the mirror, tracing his lips with his tongue as he walks closer. “You look amazing sweetheart.” His large hands settle at your hips, smoothing under to cup your ass, “in fact, you look so amazing…” he whispers against your ear, taking the zipper of your dress between his fingers and giving it a tug.

His cock pulses against your ass and you bite your lip to stop your moan. “Steve, we are going to be late.” The cool air hits your back as Steve carefully pulls down each strap of your dress, his warm lips trailing down your neck and shoulder. “I don’t care.” Your dress pools at your feet and Steve’s towel joins it, his naked body now flush against yours.

“If you mess my hair, Steve…” He nips at your neck, a shiver running down your spine, “I’ll do my best not to.” He unclasps your bra and lets it fall to the floor, covering your breasts with his hands, “look at me baby girl, I wanna see how good I make you feel.” You lift your eyes to the mirror and watch Steve caress your soft flesh, his blue eyes dark and his pink lips parted.

You can already feel the wetness collecting between your legs. Steve carefully brushes a loose curl from your shoulder, smirking at you before sucking on your pulse point. “Steve,” you breathe out, wrapping an arm around his neck and tilting your neck more. He continues his assault on your skin while his hand dips between your thighs, “you’re already so wet sweetheart, I can’t wait to fuck you.”

He parts your legs and lines himself up, rocking your hips before he sheaths himself inside your tight warmth. A quiet ‘fuck’ leaves his lips, one hand smoothing up your stomach to cup your breast. He holds tight to your hip with the other and thrusts into you with slow and deliberate movements.

The hand on your breast comes up to your neck and wraps around the delicate column, holding your head straight, “eyes on me baby, I want to see you cum.” You can feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten, Steve’s words fueling on your finish.

His other hand comes around your front and his finger massages your clit, your pussy clenching around him immediately. “Oh my god, Steve, don’t stop.” He doesn’t, his pace accelerating, the force of his thrusts knocking some things off the dresser. With his hand wrapped around your throat and the other at your clit you tip over the edge with a loud cry, Steve’s eyes on yours the whole time. It’s enough to have him spilling his cum inside you, his hips slowing while he gently rubs your neck.

He pulls out, kissing the skin of your shoulder and down your back. He kneels and collects your dress, stopping and running his tongue along your inner thighs. Your body trembles, “Steve. We have to go. Now.” Standing with a huff he helps you back into your dress, giving you a cocky look in the mirror, “see. I didn’t mess your hair, but you bet your ass I’m gonna later.”

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Sweaters and Scarves

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: A prompt sent into @the-ce-horniest-book-club along with the HBC Kinktober Day 20 Bondage. Enjoy! (Send in an Ask if you’d like to be part of my taglist)

Warnings: slight smut, bondage with scarves, oral (f receiving), blindfolded

Ransom was looking through his closet for his favorite cream, cable knit sweater. He looked in every drawer in his dresser, between every item of clothing in the closet, the washer, the dryer, and even the laundry. He was sure that he hung it up after he washed it two days ago.

“Hey, sweets! Do you know where my cream sweater is? I know I put it in here.” Ransom yelled walking out of the walk-in closet. He started looking around the rest of the bedroom again making sure he didn’t already pull it out.

He heard footsteps come down the hallway and stop in the doorway. He looked up from his place on the floor where he was looking under the bed. When he saw you in the doorway, he smirked. There standing in said ‘missing’ sweater was his girl in only the sweater and her underwear.

“I don’t know where your sweater is. I haven’t seen it in a while.” You pointed out with your hands behind your pretending to be innocent. Ransom stood up and walked over to you. He places his hands on your hips and slid them to grab a handful of your ass in each hand.

“Oh really? You haven’t seen it huh? Well, you look really cute in that sweater. The sweater that I’m pretty sure is mine that you stole.” He smirked.

You yelped as Ransom squeezed you behind. He let out a dark chuckle at your reaction. He leaned down to kiss your neck sucking on your sweet spot. You moaned as you felt his teeth graze your neck. He pulled back and lead you over to the bed.

He sat you down on the edge, “Stay. Don’t move.”

Shivers went down your spine when you heard the dark tone in his voice. Ransom went back into the closet and grabbed two of his many, many scarves. He stood back in front of you, in between your legs. He took one scarf and put it around your neck and pulled your in for a dirty kiss. Tongue, teeth, saliva dripping down both chins; an absolutely filthy kiss. The scarf was pulled away from around your neck and wrapped around your eyes.

“Can you see?” Ransom asked as he kiss your cheek. You shook your head ‘no’. You heard him chuckle darkly. He tapped your thigh as a way to say ‘move up’. You scooted back until it seemed like you were in the middle. Ransom gently pushed you down to lay down and straddled your hips. He grabbed your wrists and you felt him tie the other scarf around your wrists and lifted them above your head.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I’m not going to tie your hands to the headboard. Which means you have to keep them where they are. If you don’t then you’ll regret it. We’re going to have fun since you think you can steal my sweater , sweetheart.”

Ransom kissed your cheek and moved between your legs. He slid your underwear down your legs and tossed them somewhere in the bedroom. He licked a strip from you entrance to your clit. You knew then it was going to be a long day.

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