#kinktober 20'

[holylulusworld]

Triad (1) - Kinktober 20

Summary: You are everything to them.

Pairing: Omega!Stucky x Alpha!(fem)Reader

Rating: Mature

Square filled for @stuckybingo (Round 5): Square O5: AU: A/B/O

Square filled for stuckybingo (Round 4): I4: AU: A/B/O

Warnings: future mmf relationship, established mm relationship, meet cute, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, needy Bucky & Steve, dominant reader, dom/sub undertones

Kink: Dom / Sub

A/N: I decided to turn this request into a mini-series. It will consist of drabbles telling us more about their story.

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Triad masterlist

It was an ordinary autumn day when you met Steve and Bucky for the first time. They went for a stroll in the park, holding hands as you passed them by.

Until then, they were lost in their love and bond.

That was until a whiff of their mixed scents hit you out of nowhere. Your head snapped toward the pair, and your eyes began to glow.

The omegas immediately turned their attention toward you and your scent. It had been ages since they scented a female alpha. The last one was Peggy Carter; the one that got away.

Bucky and Steve tried to find their missing piece in male alphas too. But male alphas only tried to dominate them in the wrong way in the past.

While being super soldiers, your omegas were looking for a soft dominant helping them to give up control.

Bucky was a little bold in the beginning. He purred in your direction and flashed you a cocky grin. Steve was a little shyer but followed his mate when Bucky almost pounced on you.

The needy omega tried to scent you without your allowance, and you had to stop him. A confident “stop” left your lips and Bucky stopped in his tracks.

He whimpered and rubbed his hand over his growing erection. Steve only looked at you and whined as you turned to leave.

You didn’t want to get involved with two bonded omegas. Polyamory wasn’t in your plans.

“Wait,” Bucky pleaded. “Alph-“ He bit his tongue as he looked at you.

“I’m not your alpha,” you replied and gave him an apologetic look. “It’s only your instinct, sweetie.”

He dipped his head to glance at your untouched mating gland.

Bucky licked his lips, already forming a plan to get you to talk to them some more.

“Hi,” Steve tried to make you stay a little longer. “I’m Steve, and that’s my mate, Bucky.”

“Bucky. Hmm…that’s an odd name,” you teased, making Steve chuckle. “A nickname I assume.”

“His name is James.”

“He is here,” Bucky grumbled as you talked to his mate, not him. “Now, uh-alpha…”

“Buck—” Steve gasped audibly. Not once did his mate call someone alpha. “You can’t call her that. We don’t even know her.”

The blonde tried to stop his mate from pouncing at you, still, he took a step toward you and sniffed in your direction.

“Stevie, she’s our alpha,” the brunette insisted. He puckered his lips and batted his long lashes. Bucky had the power to make you weak from the beginning. And he still has this power over you. “You can feel it too, right?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

Steve took another step toward you. He tried to sniff in your direction again, but you raised your hand and stopped him. “I did not allow you to scent me.”

“Uh-sorry. You just smell so good, alph-“ Steve cleared his throat and wrung his hands.

For an omega, he was a glorious sight. Tall, with broad shoulders, and a thick beard framing his face he was all you want in an omega. Still, he had to earn his place next to you.

This time, you took a step toward the blonde. You sized him up and huffed. “I see no alpha ever tamed you, and your mate. You need an alpha making sure you don’t lose control all the time.”

“I’m not some puppy you can train,” Bucky complained, but stepped closer to you again.

“Sweetness, I didn’t talk about training you to become my puppy. But you almost pounced on me. A stranger. What if I had ulterior motives and hurt you or your mate? You cannot get lost in your instinct.”

“We are sorry,” Steve said, gaze dropping to his shoes.

“Hmm…” you turned your head toward Bucky to get a better look at him. He was a tall and attractive omega too. His blue eyes searched your face as he struggled to hold your gaze. “You need an alpha taking care of you. A good alpha knows how to handle two bratty omegas…and I'm a good alpha...”

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #a/b/o #buckybarnesbingo2023 #stucky x reader #Triad (1) - Kinktober 20 #omega!steve rogers #omega!bucky barnes #alpha!reader #omega!stucky #stucky #steve and bucky #steve x bucky #fem!reader #stucky x female reader

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 20: Degradation

Moodboard. Chris Evans

#marvel fanfiction #chris evans smut #writing challenge #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #christopher robert evans #chris evans #chris evans x you #chris evans moodboard #chris evans fandom #chris evans fic #moodboard #fanfiction #fandom #kinktober day 20

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 20 - Watersports

Ghost x Soap - 1.7k (on ao3)

summary: Simon takes the next step in his new pup's training and Johnny suffers for it. (Johnny POV)

cw: heavy noncon puppyplay, cock cage, affectionate degradation?, piss in a "making you piss yourself" way not in a "drinking piss" way

note: this is kinda a spiritual successor to my fic "howling and barking" (tumblr, ao3) and i imagine they're in the same universe just for funsies

The shower floor is cold where Johnny kneels, the little grooves between each tile uncomfortable after so long in one place. He shifts his weight, winces when a more sensitive part of his knee digs into the grout.

He doesn’t lift his head, doesn’t want to see the expression on Ghost’s face at his discomfort. Instead he keeps his face tucked low, chin nearly touching his chest, with his shoulders hunched up to his ears. He sits back on his heels, making his chest almost concave, and tries to take even breaths. His position leaves his caged cock vulnerable between his legs, but he can’t close them with the spreader bar attached to his knees. His toes curl beneath against the cold tile. His abdomen clenches, and he flinches at the effort it takes to keep from pissing on the floor like a dog. 

That’s what Ghost wants. He wants Johnny to be his dog (his puppy, his mutt, his good boy). But Johnny’s not a dog - not even now, with the paw gloves, the collar, the tail, the muzzle, and the furry ears clipped onto his own. He's not.

He hadn’t minded the gear as Ghost slowly introduced it. The gag is undeniably hot, the mitts used to restrict his hand movements made Johnny feel forced in a good way, and he's never been opposed to a little bondage. He's always liked it when Simon took control in the bedroom.

But the muzzle he’s got on now - shaped like the snout of a dog, black, with a tight strap holding his mouth shut - makes him feel like an animal. The gloves forcing his fingers to bend, forcing him to hold a paw shape, don’t feel good anymore, they leave his hands feeling like just a dead weight at the end of his arms. The weight on his ears tickles, makes his scalp itch when he shakes his head. He wouldn’t mind the plug in his ass, but the fur brushing his thighs… 

His hands twitch where they hang in the air. They’re locked together by a small one-foot chain, the chain itself hooked around the D-ring on his- on the collar. It forces him to keep his hands in the air, held up like a dog might beg. 

He shifts again, can’t hold back a small whine at the ache in his legs. The movement irritates his bladder, leaves him panting through his nose and clenching every muscle. He can already tell he'll be sore later.

“You uncomfortable, puppy?” Ghost rumbles, tone soft - well, soft for Ghost, which really isn’t soft at all. More just quiet.

Johnny’s eyes flicker to his at the sound of his voice, so caught in keeping himself from pissing that he can’t control his other instincts as well as usual. Ghost’s not wearing his mask, so the little twitch at the corner of his lips is clear as day. It makes Johnny whine again, the idea that his pain is amusing driving shivers down his spine.

“Yeah,” Ghost murmurs. “Punishment isn’t supposed to be comfortable for bad puppies. You could be cuddled up in your cage right now, with all the chew toys your little heart desires. Instead you’re making us sit here, waitin’ for you to piss yourself.”

Johnny shakes his head a little, making the chain at his chest jingle, the dog ears on his own flop around and brush his skull. The uncomfortable sensation has him shaking again, has him trying to paw at them with his useless hands. All the motion makes his bladder twinge, brings him even closer to that precipice. He whines again, can’t help the distress creeping into his brain at his own helplessness. He feels too large in his skin, too exposed in the large shower - everything is too much.

“Hush,” Ghost soothes, leaning forward where he’s sat on the closed toilet lid, elbows on his knees and hands laced together between them. “None of that’s coming off, you know that. Just relax and let go, Johnny.”

He just… he can’t. He tries to convey that, makes desperate eye contact with Ghost - his eyes wide and a little teary, Ghost’s narrowed and a little soft around the edges. He needs Ghost to understand, to get that Johnny doesn’t like this anymore.

“C’mon,” Simon says, standing and taking a few steps closer. He crouches just outside of the shower, on eye-level with Johnny. “I even caged up your little cock, so you don’t get hard and make even more of a mess. All you’ve gotta do is give in.”

Johnny shakes his head again and starts to squirm on his knees. The pressure is painful at this point, something that feels inevitable and horrible. His toes curl until he's feet are nearly folded in half, his hands twitch, and he makes a little growling noise beneath the muzzle.

“None of that,” Ghost scolds, but his tone is more amused than angry. “Good dogs don’t growl at their owners. You need me to teach you how to be a good dog? Want another punishment once we’re through here?”

That gets Johnny shaking his head rapidly, eyes widened in alarm and then cast low in submission. The humiliation that courses through him at Ghost’s low laugh makes it even harder to control himself.

A few drops of piss leak from the tip of the cage against his will. Johnny yelps at the sensation, jerks his hands down in an instinctual attempt to cover himself and nearly chokes and pulls a muscle in his neck instead.

Ghost hums approvingly, then sighs in disappointment. “You’re almost there, Johnny. You can relax after this, but you gotta piss first. I’m not puttin’ you back in your cage with a full bladder, you’ll just make another mess.”

His responding keen is almost heartbroken, a hopeless noise that sounds like despair.

“Don’t be so dramatic. You’re the one makin’ this so difficult. Just do this one easy thing, and it’ll all be over. Isn’t that what you want?”

It is. Johnny wants this to be over so badly. Wants Ghost to hold him close, to brush a hand through his hair and call him good boy, wants to curl up in bed and dream of a day where none of this happened.

He sobs a little when he lets go, squeezes his eyes shut against the sight of piss flowing from the cage around his dick. The sound echoes loud against the tile, even with the deafening roar of blood in his ears. He feels a few tears slip down his face.

“Good boy,” Ghost coos. He doesn’t touch Johnny, though, and that means nothing has gotten any better.

The stream feels like it lasts forever, a warm puddle pooling around his knees. He makes another sharp noise at that, shifts again to try and get away.

“Stay still, Johnny,” Ghost tells him, a comforting note to his voice, like maybe he does understand how difficult this all is.

Johnny’s not sure if that makes things better or worse.

The scent permeates his head, leaving Johnny smelling nothing but his own piss, feeling nothing but cold and a warm puddle, hearing nothing but the splash against tile. He whines again, a shiver traveling down his spine and making him shake.

Finally, after what must be an eternity, he runs out of liquid. The stream tapers off, the puddle stops growing, the sound stops echoing.

He blinks his eyes open a moment later, stares at where Ghost watches him with tears clouding his vision. He can’t make himself look down.

Ghost smiles at him when they make eye contact, a little twitch in his expression that screams pride. Johnny deeply resents the way his heart warms despite itself.

“You did good, Johnny. We’ll have you housebroken in no time, huh?”

Ghost laughs when that makes Johnny whine, makes his eyes screw up tight.

“Hush. Next we’ll get you to piss with your leg in the air, like a proper mutt does.”

Johnny shakes his head, looks up at Ghost with wide eyes and a desperation that feels purely animal. He sinks down a little, puts more weight on his wrecked knees and lowers his head and shoulders. 

Ghost only shakes his head fondly, a little smile still playing on his lips. “So dramatic. Alright, puppy, let’s get you cleaned up and tucked in your kennel for a nap, how’s that sound?”

Johnny tears up again at the thought. It sounds nice. He wants the cage against his own will, wants the dark and blanket-filled area, wants to curl away from Ghost’s prying fingers and sleep every terrible moment away as much as he wants to curl up in the real bed, in Ghost's arms.

Simon washes him quickly, doesn’t make him sit in his own humiliation for long. He keeps the water a little cold, the sadistic bastard, and Johnny finds himself subconsciously leaning into his hands if only for the warmth. He tells himself the few squeezes to the nape of his neck, the long strokes down his legs and arms, are worth debasing himself for.

The spreader bar is undone after all the piss is washed away, but he’s not allowed to stand. Ghost keeps him on his knees as he dries him, makes him crawl out of the bathroom and into their bedroom.

Abandoning all self-respect, Johnny makes a bee-line for the quilt-covered cage in the corner. He tells himself that Ghost’s laughter doesn’t matter, that it doesn’t make him feel anything. He can’t help but whine when he gets there first, glances over his shoulder to see Ghost strolling at the slowest possible pace. He makes his voice louder, tries to project his desperation to be done.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Ghost rumbles a laugh, ruffles Johnny’s hair when he reaches his side. “No need to whine, you’ll get your nap.”

Johnny ignores Ghost completely as he crawls into the crate, immediately curls onto his side and leaves his back to the exposed sides of the cage. He hears Ghost sigh from outside the crate, hears the door close and lock.

“I’ll let you pout for now, pup, but don’t get used to it. I’ll have you housebroken, whether you like it or not.”

#i had more fun than i should've writing this tbh #welcome back to “im my target audience” #aka “if im not writing for myself then who am i writing for?” #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #bo writes #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john mactavish x simon riley #johnny soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #soap mactavish x ghost riley #favorites #darkfic #ghostsoap smut #ghoap smut #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #kinktober day 20 #kinktober 2023 #ghoap #ghostsoap

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 20: Dirty Talk(Lollipop)

warnings/kinks: smut, fellatio, threesome, sharing a partner, brat kink, dirty talk pairings: Hashirama Senju x Fem!Reader x Madara Uchiha word count: 1.1k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

It’s been like this all day. You’ve been nothing but a brat with both Hashirama and Madara all day, and it was driving the both of them crazy. You’re such a cute little thing, and you definitely mouth out more than you should. You were lucky that Hashirama has better patience than most, but Madara was losing his shit with you. You were just riling them both up, and he was starting to hate the way that it was making his cock so hard.

“You really think you’re in charge here?” he snarls at you.

You cross your arms over your chest, “Oh? And I suppose you think it’s you?”

This makes Hashirama lose his cool. He slams both fists on his desk and both you and Madara look over at him. This was a man now irritated beyond his limit. You had to say you were a little more frightened than you thought you’d have to be.  Hashirama was rarely this pissed off, and it made you feel so aroused. You want to apologize for all the brattiness but you also want to see where this goes.

“I am in charge here. It’s my word that is law,” Hashirama finally speaks up. You quiver at the powerful sound of his voice.

Madara chuckles, “Ease up, Hashirama. No need to go full Hokage on us.”

Hashirama frowns, “Listen to me, both of you.”

Your eyes snap to his, and you see the lust so deep within them. He’s had enough teasing for one day, and he’ll make you both behave. It doesn’t matter what he says, he will have his way with the both of you. He pushes his chair back as he finally gets up from his position at the head of the desk.

“She’s been a brat all fucking day,” his words are having such an effect on you. “I need to shut her up with my cock,”

Madara smirks, he thinks he likes where this is going. “Shut her up? Now you’re thinking.”

You pout softly. Of course, you won’t be getting any pleasure just yet. But with the way things are going, you know you aren’t going to regret being so mouthy all day. Finally, you were getting the attention you so desperately craved. You needed it so badly, and being a brat is a for sure way of getting both of them to give you what you need.

“Get on your knees, little slut.” Madara commands first, and Hashirama agrees with him.

You do exactly as you’re told, and you can feel your panties getting wetter. Madara is the first to walk up to you, and he’s loving the way you’ve become so submissive in just an instant. Hashirama coaxes him to continue, and you watch as the Hokage palms himself through his pants. Madara grips you by the back of the neck and he pulls you closer to his crotch.

“You’ll open your mouth for one reason, and one reason only.” Madara warns you as he begins undoing his pants. “You’ll suck my cock, good and proper. Like the good little cumslut you are. If you suck our cocks well, we might take turns making you cum.”

You scoff slightly, “I get nothing guaranteed.”

“Listen to me, you whore, you’ll do as I say or I’ll leave you here. You’ll be so desperate, you might even beg Hashirama’s brother for sex.”

Your eyes widen and you choke back a sob. Madara could be such a mean guy sometimes, but you know he really loves you. It’s been this way for a long time, and while he only is this way with you during the times you’re bratty, his coldness doesn’t bother you too much anymore.

He cups your jaw and pulls you closer. The tip of his cock is slapped against your tongue. He moans as you begin sucking on the head without guidance, and he tugs on your hair a little to pull you in even closer. Eventually, his cock is completely down your throat and you’re struggling to breathe. Madara is so thick, it’s hard to take him like this.

“Fuck,” Madara moans. “Your little mouth is perfect.”

He begins thrusting slowly, letting curses and groans fall from his lips. In the corner of your eye, you can see that Hashirama has his cock pulled out now too and he’s jerking himself off. It’s so incredibly arousing to be used like some kind of whore.

“She really makes it hard not to blow my load,” Madara whines. His balls feel so heavy already.

Hashirama grunts, “Give me a turn then. It’ll make you hold off.”

Madara pulls out of your mouth, giving you just a little bit of time to breathe before Hashirama takes his place. You think that he is going to be gentle with you, but you couldn’t be any more wrong. Hashirama was so sick of you being a brat all day, and he is going to make you pay for pushing all his buttons.

“Are you going to listen to your Hokage next time, little slut?” He slaps your lips with the tip of his cock.

You nod eagerly, “I promise. I’ll listen.”

Madara chuckles darkly. He thinks it’s so funny how submissive you get for Hashirama. Even more so than for himself. Madara loves the bratty girl act, so you tend to keep it up a bit more than with Hashirama. Hashirama has this way about him that just screams authority.

Hashirama’s head falls back in pleasure as he begins fucking your little mouth, “Oh fuck! Such a wet little mouth on our little slut.”

“She’s so perfect for us.”

Drool dribbles from your lips down Hashirama’s long shaft, and then onto his heavy balls. It’s becoming so hard to hang on when you feel so warm and wet inside your pretty little mouth. All he can think of is coating you in his seed and just making a mess out of you.

“I’m going to paint your pretty face with my seed, and you’ll just have to walk around like that all day. You won’t be able to wipe it off,” Hashirama moans, and he feels himself trembling as he gets so much closer.

Madara teases, “She’d love that too much, Hashi. She is our little cumslut after all.”

But Hashirama doesn’t care. He wants to cum so badly. He feels so pent up from all the brattiness today. He pulls out just as he falls off the edge and he strokes himself to completion. Strings of hot cum paint up your face, and he doesn’t stop until he is completely spent.

“Now you look the part of our little whore.”

#bacon.writes #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 20 #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #hashirama senju x you #hashirama senju x reader #hashirama senju x y/n #madara uchiha x you #madara uchiha x y/n #madara uchiha x reader #hashirama x you #hashirama x reader #madara x you #madara x reader #naruto #naruto x you #naruto x reader #uchiha smut #senju smut #naruto shippuden

[flawlessstriker]

Naruto Kinktober 2023 Day 20 - Tetsu No Kuni - Cannibalism - Amnesia AU @narutokinktober

#my art #fanart #digital art #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #naruto kinktober 2023 #narutoevents2023 #monthly event #day 20 #cannibalism #naruto shippuden #naruto #madara #madara uchiha #hashirama #hashirama senju #madahashi #hashimada #cw: cannibalism #cw: gore #cw: vore #cw: violence #cw: body horror #this and the art i did for damien's day 19 took so long but they're so good and we're finally good to post them today ughghghhghhhh #i have another for day 19 that i still havent finished but i wanted to get damien's art for 19 done first and at least post this one #so glad im not doing everyday for kinktober. itd kill me #howEVER my day 19 should be coming in the next day or so.. i just.... need to... finish it #me and my bf joke about madara wanting to vore hashi frequently #took me long enough to finally draw it..... even if a liiiiiittle extreme

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 18th [DK + Pillow Humping]

[10:54] “I have an idea,” the words were soft and gentle against your lips and you almost didn’t hear them between needy kisses and hands roaming bodies. Maybe Seokmin was mumbling more to himself than you. Or maybe he would decide if you didn’t answer it was fate. But either way you pulled back, nose tip pressing against his and started to catch your breath.

“What’s your idea?”

Seokmin let out a nervous chuckle and you could see just how flushed his face was. He looked away for a moment before gathering his courage and meeting your eye.

“Do you know about pillow humping?”

You cocked your head curiously. “Yeah, did you want to try it? Or have me try it?”

Seokmin shifted a little nervously. “B-Both?”

“Okay,” you tried to give a reassuring smile, finding his nerves after so much time with you endearing. “Which do you want to do first?”

“No I- uh- I mean at the same time.”

“Oh?” Now that was an idea.

“I thought- I-I mean I tried it and liked it. And I don’t know if you’ve tried it but I’ve seen- uh- I know that some girls like it too and I thought it might work to make us both feel good and could be fun.” All the words tumbled quickly from his lips and you realized you hadn’t confirmed that you were very much on board.

“Sounds like a good time,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him again.

The kiss was quick before he pulled away, looking excited, and grabbed two pillows. He handed one to you and you were quick to kick off your sweats and panties before straddling the soft fabric. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip both from the sensation against your already sensitive pussy and from the sight of Seokmin slipping off his boxers, cock already mostly hard from the intense make-out session.

He blushed more as you devoured him with your gaze, rolling your hips into the pillow and moaning a little which earned a laugh from him, easing some of his tension. He quickly found a comfy position atop his own pillow facing you and close enough to lean in and touch you.

“Okay?” He breathed.

You gave him a brief kiss, starting to move your hips. “Mmm, feels good.”

He pulled back a little bit and you watched his expression shift to something darker as he took in the way your hips moved, grinding against the plush pillow. He bit down on his lip, his own hips starting to move and a muffled groan finding its way to your ears.

It only helped your own arousal. Each little sound he made, the view of the head of his cock, starting to leak pre-cum as he ground into the pillow. All the while your mind started to fill with the thoughts of his cock filling you instead and all of that was making you hotter, making more pleasure burst through you in waves.

“God, you look so good,” he groaned, throwing his head back only for a few moments as his hiccups started to move faster before looking at you again.

“So do you,” you whined. “And your sounds.”

Seokmin was too deep into his own arousal to get too embarrassed by your words. He shifted a bit closer, using one hand to slip up under your shirt and start playing with your chest. You arched into his touch, eyes falling shut and moaning out his name as your hiccups picked up in speed. As the tension started to build in your body you started chasing your high, grabbing onto his bicep and then slipping up to the back of his neck, trying to pull him closer.

Seokmin got the hint, speeding up himself as he crashed his lips against yours. The kisses were messy and wet as both of you got closer and closer. The sounds of your moans were only rivaled by the creaking of the bedsprings under you. You moved your hips even faster as his tongue slipped past your lips amid the kisses.

Seokmin came first, moaning out your name as hot, white strings of cum started to cover the pillow. You followed him over the edge, squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tension in your body release into a wave of pleasure that had your thighs shaking and your chest heaving as you panted.

You held onto each other, still kissing as you came down from your highs, only breaking apart as the shaking started to subside. You look at him, seeing the pure desire in his gaze and feeling the exact same and seconds later you had knocked him onto his back, straddling him and kissing him feverishly.

#fun fact i did this in 20 minutes cuz i set myself a challenge #if i could finish in time i would go get myself a peach iced tea #i really like peach iced tea #timestamp #kinktober 2022 #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt imagines #svt smut #dk imagines #dk smut #dokyeom imagines #dokyeom smut #seokmin imagines #seokmin smut #lee seokmin smut

[joonlaksme]

October 20th

Park Jimin - Size Kink (M)

“Now this…is a sight I never want to stop seeing.” You grandly gesture to Jimin, on his knees with a gag in his mouth.

You walk up to him, watching the way he quivers at your height compared to his. You can see his growing arousal already and you’ve barely even touched him.

“I’m so overwhelmed, I don’t know where to even start.” You take a strand of his hair and put it behind his ear. Fingers run down his cheek to his jaw where you grasp that his lips part and his eyes dart to yours. Just your sight is vicious but what really gets his heart beating out of his chest is the way you handle him. Like he’s practically nothing.

He must be dripping now and it’s so embarrassing that his face feels like it’s bursting into flames.

“Get up baby. Let me see how you look on the bed all laid out for me.”

With your help, he stands up and sighs behind the cherry red gag, always being reminded of how much of a statue you are. It brings chills to his spine and has him wanting you even more. Everything about you is just bigger, from your hands to your-

You tug off the gag, which Jimin takes a gulp of air through his mouth. It’s not nearly enough to calm him down before your fingers lay on his tongue.

“Suck.” You command. Nothing would make him happier. Three of them are in there and just the thought of your cock replacing them had his jaw deliciously aching. Saliva gathers easily on your fingers and the feeling is warm and soft.

You could never get tired of this.

#the word count is decreasing but ohwell #kinktober #October 20 #jimin x male reader #bts smut

[holylulusworld]

Dad Jokes - Kinktober 20

Summary: Andy loves to tell dad jokes and more...

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Dirty Talk

Warnings: angst, language, light smut, unprotected sex,cowgirl, a little manhandling, daddy kink, bad dad jokes

A/N: Andy is divorced for the sake of this fic.

Kinktober 2022

“What do you call a dog that can do magic?” you internally roll your eyes at the bad dad joke one of your neighbors makes. “Come on, Y/N.”

“I don’t know,” fighting the urge to groan you look up at Andy Barber. He’s freshly divorced, a lawyer, a dad, and bad at making jokes. “Tell me, Mr. Barber.”

“A Labracabrador,” he chuckles. “It was funny, right?” Andy searches your face. “You didn’t laugh.”

“Sorry, maybe I didn’t get the joke.”

“Let me tell you another one.”

Gosh, he’s not too bad to look at and, according to what you heard through the grapevine, a very successful lawyer. 

Sadly, Andy Barber got a stick up his ass and loves to tell you the worst kind of dad jokes.

“Okay. Shoot me,” you sigh deeply.

“BANG!” he points a finger gun at you and chuckles again at his joke. This time, you roll your eyes. Andy Barber is so boring you might fall asleep while talking to him. “So, the next joke is very funny.”

“Uh-fine.”

Andy furrows his brows as you impatiently shift from one foot to the other. If only you would’ve known this little get-together of your new neighbors will turn out to become the lamest barbecue you ever attended.

“A friend of mine is known for sweeping girls off their feet,” he grins again. “He’s an extremely aggressive janitor.”

You snort. Not as the joke was funny, but at Andy’s hopeful expression. “I will slap his face if he sweeps me off my feet.”

“Fair enough,” Andy nods. “How about I get you some lemonade or a coke? Maybe some iced tea.”

“Do you have something a little bit stronger?”

“It’s barely two in the afternoon,” he tuts while tapping his wristwatch with his index finger. “Drinking is a bad habit.”

“Says the man telling lame dad jokes to bore me to death,” you’ve got enough of Andy’s behavior and his lectures. “You should go to dad jokes jail, Mr. Barber.”

“Maybe you should get the stick out of your ass,” he sasses back, eyes a little darker now. “I thought you will like a good joke. I didn’t take you for a spoilsport wanting to ruin other people’s fun.”

“Spoilsport!” you growl. “Me? Last time I checked my lame-o-meter it pointed at you and the stick up your ass.” You put your hands on your hips and cock your head. “If you would excuse me now, I’ll get a fucking drink now.”

Andy watches you storm off with darkened eyes. “Oh, I’d like to put my stick up your ass. But I’ll go for your sweet cunt first…”

“Hello, neighbor.”

“Andy, no more dad jokes,” you sigh as Andy followed you toward the bathroom. He stands outside, leaning against the wall. His arms crossed over his chest he huffs. 

“You know, some people would say you are not nice,” he pushes off the wall to grip your upper arms. “I think you owe me an apology.”

“I think you are delusional, Mr. Barber.”

“I think someone should teach you a lesson in respect,” you sneer at Andy. “You are not very nice, and all you did so far was disrespect me. I will make sure you laugh about my jokes from now on.”

“Make me.”

You grin.

He smirks. Andy loves a challenge. 

“I will make you do so much more tonight.”

“You will make me do shit. I’m going to leave now,” you know it’s a lie. A weak attempt of getting away from a freshly divorced man, a father of a teenage boy on top of all. “Let go of me, Mr. bad dad jokes.”

“Kitten,” you gasp as he twirls you around to push you against the wall, holding you there. He just looks at you for a moment, smirking darkly, “be good now. Or you will regret it. I set my eyes on you and will not let you go before I taught you a lesson.”

“Enlighten me, Mr. Barber. How do you want to do so? Bore me to death with your bad jokes?” 

“Kittens get punished if they do not behave.”

“In your dreams.”

“I have very livid daydreams, Y/N,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Mostly of you begging for my cock. Screaming and moaning as I fuck you six ways from Sunday.”

You whimper this time. Who would’ve thought that Andy Barber is a dirty talker. “Oh, you love that, don’t you? My little slut wants to get punished. I knew it.”

“I dare you to put your hands on me, Barber,” you purse your lips. “I will sue your sorry ass. If you touch me, you will end up paying me a lot of money.”

“Didn’t take you for a sugar babe, kitten,” he claims your lips in a heated kiss. Andy wraps his arms around your waistline as you run your fingers through his hair. “You better laugh about my jokes next time.”

“You better keep that fucking promise and put your hands on me,” this time, you kiss him. You eagerly slip your tongue into his mouth, moaning when he moves his hands to your ass to grope you.

“My bedroom. Now.”

“Yes…Mr. Barber…” Andy gives you a head start. He chuckles as you go for a sprint, giggling as he starts to count. 

“One, little kitten…”

“Catch me if you can…”

“Two…ten,” he chases after you. “You better be naked and ready to take your punishment…”

“Fuck, Andy,” you stalk toward your secret lover, swaying your hips as your eyes are glued to his erection. He slowly strokes his cock and waits for you to straddle his lap. “You are already so hard for me.”

“Come here and ride your cock. I want you to fuck yourself for me,” he purrs. “Be my good girl and take my dick.”

“Oh, the sexy lawyer wants to have me wrapped around him, huh?” you crawl onto the bed and toward Andy. “Good thing we crossed that line some weeks ago…”

“Get on my dick, kitten. I’m waiting and you know how much I hate waiting.”

“I know,” you straddle his lap and put your hands on his shoulders. “Come on, daddy. Give me that cock.”

“Get it, kitten,” he grips his cock to tease your entrance. “I want you to do the work tonight. I’ll just lean back and watch you bounce on my cock.”

“Fuck, Andy.” 

He guides the tip to your entrance but leaves it to you to slowly sink onto his thick shaft. “Fuck, kitten. That’s a good pussy.” Andy watches you experimentally tilt your hips to find the perfect position to ride him. “Never thought I get such a good girl.”

“Never thought I’ll fuck a suburban dad and husband.”

“I’m divorced,” he grips your hips to hold you on his cock. “You know that.”

“Don't ruin my fantasy,” you cup his face, and press your lips to his. “I’m the femme fatale seducing the suburban dad and husband with my dripping pussy.”

“Baby, you need to move or I’ll combust inside of you.”

“I don’t think so,” you start to rock your hips, moving back and forth. “No that’s not it.”

“Aw, I thought you want to ride your daddy…”

“I want you to fuck me,” you bite your lower lip, whining as Andy refuses to fuck you. “Please. I’ll be good and laugh about your jokes next time.”

“Hmm…” 

You end up underneath Andy. Your legs wrap around his waistline, and your hands paw at his back as he starts to move inside of you.

“If you don’t laugh next time, you’ll not get to cum…”

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#andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x fem!reader #smut #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 20 #defending jacob fanfiction #andy x reader

[suzy-queued]

Day 20: "Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that."

Prompt List | AO3 gallery | @gallavichthings

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#kinktober 2022 #gallavich #ian x mickey #day 20 #fan art

[ao3-elle1991]

elle1991’s 2023 round-up!

Wow, it’s hard to believe the year is almost over. It’s been an exciting one, so let’s take a look back on what’s happened!

The stats…

In 2023:

I wrote 5 stories

I wrote 144,870 words

14,595 of you read my stories

The fics…

Here are the stories that I wrote in 2023:

Let Me Go (134,185 words) - A sequel to my Black Widow origin story Fearless. Coming to terms with death is difficult, particularly when that death is your own. When Natasha Romanoff sacrificed herself on Vormir to help bring back half the Universe, she did not expect to survive. But whilst her physical body perished, her soul awakened in a place that different cultures have named the Soul World, the Afterlife, or Heaven. This is not the end of her story; it is a new beginning.

Kinktober 2023, Day 3: Hate Sex (3,533 words) - Harry hates Riddle with a passion. He hates his fake smiles. He hates his stupid perfect face. He hates his holier-than-thou, model student, sensible Prefect act. Because it’s all an act, Harry can tell. No one can possibly be such an insufferable goody-two-shoes. And he’s going to prove it. His plan is foolproof: use the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder’s Map to sneak out after curfew and follow the other boy around on his so-called “Prefect patrols”. Riddle is bound to do something suspicious - right? What could possibly go wrong?

Kinktober 2023, Day 13: Size Difference (2,698 words) - It is the 13th of June 1943. Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes ships off in the morning, joining the war in Europe with the rest of the 107th Infantry Regiment. He wants to spend his last night at home making sure his tiny twink boyfriend Steve knows just how much he is loved. Steve wants to give his darling beefcake Bucky the night of his life.

Kinktober 2023, Day 20: Mind Control (3,070 words) - Auror Harry Potter had just entered his home after a long shift at work when he felt it: his instincts screaming that something was wrong, wrong, wrong. He drew his wand, but too late, his assailant already hitting him with a spell that made his thoughts and worries float far away. “Imperio!” Against his will, Harry’s panic melted away like smoke, a sense of calm that was not his own invading his mind and making him drop his wand with a clatter to the floor. “Don’t scream,” said a dark, honeyed voice from behind him. “Walk to the bedroom. And take off your clothes.”

Double The Fun (1,384 words) - “What is THAT?” said Natasha, staring between Maria’s legs. Maria shook her hips from side to side, making the silicone monstrosity strapped to her crotch jiggle and sway. “It’s a dildo,” smirked Maria. “Well, a double dildo, I guess. Double the fun.”

A special message for you…

And last but certainly not least, I cannot talk about 2023 without giving a huge hats-off to you guys, my readers! I love writing and would do it even without an audience, but the fact that there are thousands of you out there who read my fics makes it a million times more rewarding!

THANK YOU for your readership, your loyalty, your kudos, your comments, your love, your excitement and your enthusiasm for my stories. You make writing so much more fun, and knowing that you guys enjoy reading my works and that these stories touch your lives in some small way is such a humbling and wonderful experience.

I look forward to sharing more stories with you next year, and reading your thoughts in the comments section of AO3! And if you’ve been a silent lurker so far… come and say hi! I’m not scary, I promise, and I love to connect with readers ❤

All the best for 2024, folks. See you on the other side!

Lots of love,

elle1991

xxx

#tomarry #stucky #blackhill #natasha romanoff #black widow #tom riddle #harry potter #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #maria hill #my writing #let me go #kinktober 2023 day 13 size difference #kinktober 2023 day 20 mind control #kinktober 2023 day 3 hate sex #double the fun

[vampirefest]

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[makur0]

Day 20 - Cross-Dressing [hajime shino x male! reader]

content warnings - nsfw, mdni. sub! hajime, roleplay? soft! dom! reader, handjob, praise

word count - 297

“You actually look like a girl...”

Hajime curled under your gaze, his face flushing brightly. He was wearing a poofy pastel skirt and blouse, knee-high socks, and lace gloves all per your request. 

Your curious and amazed expression soon turned into a small grin, placing a hand next to his head to dip over to him. “You look absolutely stunning, princess.”

Princess... He bit his cheek at that nickname, his legs shifting against each other. You always managed to make him feel all warm and bubbly inside.

A soft hand cupped his chin and raised his head to meet your gaze, your other hand slipping under his skirt and cupping his dick. A small gasp left Hajime, which was quickly muffled as you met his lips with yours, tenderly kissing him.

“Just so fragile,” You muttered under your breath, slipping his hard-on out of his boxers and slowly starting to move your hand up and down on it. The male whined, gripping onto your arms. Due to the skirt he couldn’t see you pleasuring him, but the fact that he couldn’t just made it more arousing.

“[name], please...” He whispered, his hips slightly twitching. His eyes were screwed shut, his bangs falling over his red face.

You cooed, smiling. “Of course, my love.”

Hajimes breathy moans heightened as you quickened your pace with your hand, his skirt even flying up and down at your movements. With a final moan he came, his seed splattering all over the ruffle of the skirt. After he calmed down and opened his eyes, he paled realizing that he ruined the possibly-priceless skirt that you got for him. “I-I’m so sorry-?”

“Don’t sweat it, ‘Jime,” You exhaled, drinking in the image. “As long as you feel good, that’s all I care about...”

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #kinktober #day 20 #hajime shino x reader #hajime shino #hajime shino smut

[gray-wednesday]

Chapters: 20/31 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Additional Tags: Weight Gain, feedist kinktober, feedist kinktober 2023, Established Relationship, Stuffing, Kidnapping, Art, Magic Weight Gain, Rapid weight gain, secret feeding, Faerie shenanigans, Pie Eating Contest, Full Shift Werewolves, made up werewolf courting tactics, Dragons, Creepy Dolls, Vampires, dubcon, masquerade balls Summary:

My writing for @fatguarddog's Feedist Kinktober prompts found here on tumblr! I'm choosing which prompt to write as the days go by, so the prompt chosen will be the title for each chapter. Wish me luck, I'm going to try to make something every day~

Prompts completed: Contrast 🔳, Siren Song 🧜‍♀️, Stalker 🔪, Marshmallow 🤍, Witch's Brew 🔮, To Bursting 🔴, Devilish 😈, Threshold 🚫, Leather 👢, Discovery 🔍, Forbidden Fruit 🍑, Ghost 👻, Tentacles 🐙, Painting 🎨, Werewolf 🐺, Discount Candy 🍬, Adventure ⛰️, Lost Doll 👧, Control 👊, Bloodsucker 🩸

20: Bloodsucker 🩸

You handed your invitation for the masquerade to the usher at the front gates of the historic castle, your stomach fluttering with nerves. You’d worn something vaguely Victorian in style, and were pleased that everyone else at the party had gone as all out as you did, if not more!

However, that was to be expected as the party was thrown once a year on Halloween and was mostly for nobles and other influential rich people. You’d never heard of someone as average as you attending, but it had been your name printed on the invitation, and you were not going to pass up the chance to see all the gorgeous outfits, eat the expensive food, and admire the fancy rich people's Halloween decorations. 

You wandered about for a bit once you entered, exploring the castle and observing the dancers below. You were starting to think that even your month of studying ballroom dance wouldn’t be enough to keep up with them, they were all so talented–like professionals! It was like they’d studied the dances for decades.

“Would you like to dance?” A person in a swan mask asked you, the neck of a glass of wine, which wasn’t as clear as you’d expected it to be, pinched in their fingers.

They were so beautiful that you couldn’t help but squeak out a yes even though you’d just been thinking to yourself that you’d make a fool of yourself among the more talented dancers.

They smiled, draining the rest of their glass and setting it down on a table before leading you back downstairs to the ballroom, their gloved hand gently holding yours between their fingers. 

They pulled you onto the floor, establishing yourselves among the ranks of the other dancers, and began to lead you through a waltz. You were nervous at first, scared of making a mistake, but your practice was paying off, and they were an exceptional dancer, so you soon relaxed and began to have lots of fun. You danced for three or four songs in a row before finally having to request a break because you were out of breath and parched as well as peckish.

They guided you over to the refreshment table and had snacks while you talked with them. Or rather, you had snacks while they listened intently to your story about finding the invitation in your mail. They were even so kind as to refill your plate of tiny cakes and sandwiches whenever it diminished. 

However, that made it incredibly difficult to tell how much you were eating and you soon realized that your clothes were fitting a bit too tight around your middle. Gosh, your new friend was so distracting, you hadn’t even noticed! 

You set your empty plate down on the table.

“Are you satisfied?” They asked politely. “Would you like to dance again?”

The thought of dancing with your belly so full was entirely unappealing, and you shook your head.

“Maybe later, sorry, I think I still need to rest a bit.” You apologized sheepishly.

“Do not worry about it,” they smiled. “Here, let us walk.”

You happily took their arm, pleased that this beautiful stranger didn’t abandon you to dance with someone else. You would love to talk to them more, and this was the perfect opportunity. Not to mention that a walk was just what you needed to digest a bit. 

You toured deeper into the castle, admiring the old stone walls, the many statues and paintings, and the ornate furniture in the house. It was like entering a novel; the house was like a completely different world. 

Eventually you came to a private sitting room, and were seated on the beautiful antique chaise. You tried to get comfortable as they sat beside you. 

“You know the castle so well.” You commented. “You wouldn’t be the host of this party, would you?”

“I am,” they smiled, “I was the one who invited you.”

“Oh,” you blushed, “thank you, I am enjoying the party a lot.”

They seemed pleased with your answer, and after a silence, they leaned in and left a kiss on your cheek. You responded by sliding a hand up their back, inviting them to continue. They then began to pepper more kisses along your jawline, under your ear, at the column of your throat, and then, at the base of your neck. You shivered at the kisses, sighing happily at each one as you held them close. 

Then there was a tiny sharp prick where your shoulder met your neck, but it quickly faded, the sensation replaced with a wave of pleasant disorientation. It felt like you were melting in pleasure, your limbs becoming weak and limp.You felt yourself collapse against them, feeling the oddest combination of intoxication and arousal as they continued to mouth at your neck.

Even after they were finished, you still felt a bit drunk and sleepy. 

“Oh dear,” they laughed, seeing your blissed out expression, “you liked that, didn’t you?”

You couldn’t do much more than nod. 

“Here,” they said, a smile in their voice as they pressed a little cake from a platter of snacks that had appeared at some point, against your lips. 

You tried to turn your face away, because you still felt full, but they gently grasped your chin with fingers that had so much strength behind them despite how slender they were, and eased your mouth open.

“You must eat, darling.” They insisted. “Your sugar levels are very low now that I’ve fed from you, and I won’t neglect my new human.”

You gave them a quizzical look, but ate the cake obediently. They fed more and more treats to you before finally accepting that you were too stuffed to go on. 

“Don’t worry, darling,” they said, petting your engorged tummy, which was incredibly obvious now under your fancy clothing. “You’ll get used to it.

“After all, I’ll give you lots and lots of practice.” They kissed you again, this time on the lips, like they were sealing a promise.

#Feedist Kinktober #my writing #wg ao3 #wg fic #fat fic #20

[mahi-does-some-art]

Jejekuni fic? 👀

There is a surprising lack of gunplay jekuni fanfictions on the Ao3 tag and I'll fix that if it kills me.

#servamp #jekuni #its for day 5 of kinktober and ill be posting that and the four other fics ive written for it so far later #since its 20 minutes till my 18th birthday i'll be posting them on my birthday! #stay tooned