Slutmas Day 3: Wet and Wild
Warning/s: smut (no frickin’ minor allowed!), shower sex, choking, metal hand kink if you squint, naked grinding, bodily fluids?, finger??? sucking???, honestly this one got away from me and not in a good way, conceive and written while cooking and listening to daddy issues by the neighbourhood
Fanfic writers are the strongest during October and December due to the fact of Kinktober and Christmas themed fics.
“You are not allowed to wear that.” Sharp eyes met him and she laughed at him.
“I don’t think you can stop me.”
“You are going to be the death of me.” Her smile never fell as she walked towards him. He wasn’t sure if the rolling movements were for her pleasure or his but he was hypnotized nonetheless. The movement revealed the slit in the side, the skin of her thighs visible as she walked. It was a well fitted red dress with a plunging neckline. Most of the dress was lace and he could see the skin through the fine details of the whirls and swirls of the design. It was long-sleeved, not that it hid any of her skin, just made it more tantalizing somehow. It was a long dress, down to her calves but the slits in the side had her long legs exposed up to her upper thighs as she walked, the dress flitting about her.
Her eyes stood out, bright with laughter and he tried not to swallow his tongue.
“What’s wrong with my dress?” Her voice was sultry, her bedroom voice and he knew it intimately.
“You know exactly what’s wrong with it.” His voice was breathier than he’d wanted.
“Well, if you are going to look like that, I have to dress to impress too. Make sure everyone knows there’s no upgrade for you.” He glanced down at himself.
“No one is going to pay attention to me even if you wore a sack.”
“I can promise you, you’ll have eyes on you. The way your shoulders fill out that suit, the tightness here, just a tease.” Her hands stroked over the lines of his suit. They drifted over his shoulders, down his chest, and over his hips. “You clean up too well.”
He could feel the blush starting over his face.
“So you wear that?”
“I have to make sure that while the others might be looking at you, you are only looking at me.” She touched his tie, a soft gesture over the heat in their eyes.
“I will never take my eyes off you. No matter what you wear.”
“We could always take these things off and keep looking at each other.”
“Maybe more.” She smiled, feline, and pleased. He considered his responsibility and the idea of taking her out dressed like that.
“Fuck it. We can be very fashionably late.” And he pulled her close and kissed her.
Robert Sheehan x Reader
A night of drinking games leads to games of another kind
CW: Smutty smut
“Do you want to play a game?” she asks, her eyes moving behind you momentarily then coming back to your face.
“I’m trying to concentrate, you don’t want to look stupid do you?” you reply, carefully dotting the white paint around her eyes with a small paintbrush.
“Eye spy, with my little eye, something beginning with ‘D’,” she says, ignoring you.
Just then, a loud voice interrupts your game: “Hello, ladies!”
You turn and watch as a group of lads lugging boxes of beer and with bulging rucksacks slung over their shoulders begin pitching their tents next to yours. Alice mouths the word at you now: “Dick.”
“Yeah, I get it,” you say, rolling your eyes. “You think I can’t read your mind by now?” you add.
The noisy one gives you a friendly wave: “Hope you don’t mind if we invade your space over here, girls. Campsite is getting pretty crowded,” he says.
“Not at all,” says Alice with her custom charming smile. “The more the merrier.”
You sit back from your handiwork to admire it; the strings of dots curling around her eyes. “All done,” you say.
She picks up a small mirror from the rug where you both sit and inspects your work, her brow furrowing slightly. “I thought you said it was glow in the dark?” she says, raking her hands through her wavy highlights and pursing her lips at her own reflection.
“Yeah, well, you’re not in the dark are you, you idiot,” you say, standing now. “I’m going to go grab us something to eat,” you say, glancing back at the group of young men wrangling their tent poles. “Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.”
She places her sunglasses on her face and blows you a kiss: “As if I would,” she says.
Please please no more asks about my KT not being finished. I’m very very sorry for slacking this badly, but I’m going through a ridiculously tough time emotionally/mentally and I just can’t give attention to my writing right now. I’ve been left to struggle and claw my way through my depression almost completely alone, leaving me with very long periods of unstability.
As I’ve said already, my KT has turned into a “POST IT WHEN I WANT TO” kind of thing!! Thank you ❤️
Pairing: Sub!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, soft domme/sub vibes, rimming, prostate massage, use of a cock ring, praise kink, slight cum play, aftercare and surprisingly, a lot of fluff. 18+.
Word Count: 2.6k
Bucky Barnes was a monster of a man. Big, strong; literally superhuman.
And to have him at your mercy, on his knees and begging, it made you feel like the most powerful woman in existence.
He’d been squirming all night, the cock ring you’d placed around the base of his impressive length earlier that evening causing his skin to flush, and his jaw to tighten.
To everyone else, he was your protector, he was the dominant force in your relationship. But you knew better.
He knew better.
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Spicy lil’ drabbles starring our favorite boy in blue, Bucky Barnes!
(All entries will be NSFW so if you’re not 18, look the fuck away.)
Day 4: Spit
Day 5: Bondage, Cuffs, and Ropes
Day 6: Choking
Day 7: Make That Ass Red
Day 8: Make Rihanna Proud
Day 9: Caught Red Handed
Day 10: Make Me Beg
Day 11: On Your Knees
Day 12: Pull Me Down
Day 13: Mark Me Yours
Day 14: Watch Me Watch You
Day 15: Keeping Warm
Day 16: Enter Player 3
Day 17: See No Evil
Day 18: Speak No Evil
Day 19: Praise Me
Day 20: Pushing The Right (Wrong?) Buttons
Day 21: Put That Mouth To Good Use
Day 22: Stay Still for Daddy, Princess.
Day 23: Beardburn
Day 24: Bruises and Teethmarks
Day 25: Aftercare, Cuddles, and Kisses