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Make Love In This Club

Make Love In This Club

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Agoraphilia (Public Sex) - sexual arousal derived from open spaces or having sex in public.

Warnings: noncon, alcohol consumption, drug use, pussy slapping, choking, unprotected vaginal sex, cream pie, humiliation

Relationships: Shifter!Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1664

A/N: Shifter -(chiefly in science fiction or mythology) a person or being with the ability to change their physical form at will. So not only do we get varieties of CE characters, we get MBJ!Johnny Storm- vaguely.

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Smoke hung in the air, strobe lights and lasers flashed with the beat of the music as bodies moved to the rhythm. Sweat dripped from your forehead as you moved through the crowd, getting tangled into the mass of bodies grinding together. More than once someone tried to grab you with burning hands, hold your hips too tight while they danced against your body.

“C’mon, hot stuff, let me show you a good time.”

“Where you going, gorgeous?”

“Party’s this way, baby.”

By the time you made it to the center of the dance floor, you’d forgotten where you were meant to go, anyway. Were you supposed to be meeting a friend for a smoke? Had you called a car to pick you up? You didn’t know, and you didn’t really care. Not when he begged you to dance, all muscles and flushed cheeks and designer clothes. Even in the pulsing light of the club, you could tell this guy was out of your league. He didn’t look like he belonged here in this run-down warehouse at all.

His body pressed into your back, radiating heat that made the rest of the world feel cold. His grip burned, his lips seared the skin of your neck as he kissed you. Your breathing became ragged, the heat suffocating you while he continued to move against you, arms snaking around your front so you couldn’t escape. His harsh grip only tightened the more you fought the heat.

As the lights flashed, you felt the body around you flash impossibly hotter, burning even brighter until it cooled down again to an uncomfortable level. The arms around you were thicker, muscles locking into place around your waist.

“Is this better for you, baby?” Smoke blew from his mouth when he spoke, polluting the air. “You like ‘em big, don’t you? Just wanna be made to feel weak.”

You shook your head, choking when his hand twisted down the front of your shirt to grope your chest and tease your nipples. His fingers pinched and pulled until they were sore and swollen. Around you, the people danced and swayed as if nothing was wrong, all too fucked up to pay attention to another person. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes.

You sucked in a lungful of the polluted air and shoved your elbow into the attacker’s side. He grunted, but all that effort got you was a hand around your neck, his iron-hard grip welded to your flesh.

“Don’t make me do this the hard way, sweetheart. Let’s just take this outside for some,” he licked the shell of your ear, “solo dancing.”

“No,” you whimpered, shaking your head as best you could.

His other arm wrapped tighter around your waist, making you completely immobile. Your nails dug into his flesh, but he didn’t let up. He groaned in your ear, swaying heavily into the beat of the music. His hard cock ground into your ass.

“You know what, you’re right. Why leave a perfectly good party?”

Your breath caught in your throat, like ice water being dumped over you before all of your brain cells had melted into goo. Kicking your feet, you tried to fight him off, to escape his hold, but only seemed to excite him more. Every breath you took was a fight. Sweat poured into your eyes and down your back.

He tugged your fitted skirt up your hips, fingers setting your skin ablaze with each gentle touch to your thighs. Frantically you tried to make eye contact with someone, anyone, who wasn’t so fucking gone for the night, someone sober enough to help you escape, but no one looked at you. You were alone on this crowded dance floor, doomed to your fate. Tears and sweat mixed as they dropped down your cheek. If no one would help you, you had to help yourself.

You turned to look at him. The man had piercing blue eyes, with every flash of the strobe lights you thought you saw them shift to a flaming orange. His long hair tickled your nose when you tried to pull back to get a better look at him. He kissed you roughly, the thick beard on his face scratched and irritated your damp flesh. While his mouth plundered yours, he stuffed his hand down the front of your panties. Your gut rolled in disgust when his fingers touched your dry pussy. Even with his tongue down your throat, your mind resolute about what was going to happen to you, your body refused to make it easy for you.

“This look not doing it for you, baby?” He asked, eyes flashing, body suddenly consumed with flames before revealing a new body. “How’s this one? Or maybe this one?”

Your mind snapped. Between the heat and alcohol buzzing through your system, you couldn’t comprehend what you were seeing. The man assaulting you changed form, over and over, cycling through all the men you had turned down and some you’d never seen before. He held your face at a harsh angle so you could see each unfamiliar face he tried on. His eyes remained the same, a chilling shade of blue with each explosion of heat.

“Oh, there it is,” he smirked, seeing something in you that knew wasn’t there. This look was simple- pale skin, a buzz cut, no facial hair. His body was still layered with muscle, holding you tightly to his overheating form.

His fingers tweaked your clit, the rough pads pulling at the nerve until your hips were rocking against him. You whimpered, the sweltering stagnant air making your head swim. His lips seared your neck once again, leaving a scattering of bites and bruises on your tender flesh. You grabbed at his hand when it dipped further into your panties.

“Please-“

“Johnny, baby, say my name.”

“Johnny, please,” you panted, “stop.”

And he did. His hand came out of your panties slick. Humiliation rose in your throat as he sucked his fingers into his mouth. Johnny moaned, his tongue darting out over his plump lips.

“Just let me go,” you begged.

“Why honey? The show’s only just starting.”

The hand around your neck ripped the front of your shirt open like it was nothing to him, like the crowd of people surrounding you were only encouraging him. He pawed at your chest, kneading the soft flesh until there were fresh tears in your eyes.

Around you, bodies undulated and jerked, moving impossibly fast and slow to a beat you couldn’t hear anymore. The air in the warehouse was just as suffocating as a hand to the neck at this point. Every breath you took was labored. You were so distracted that you didn’t feel Johnny rearranging you until you felt his fingers return to your panties, to your shamefully aching pussy. You froze at the brush of hot skin sweeping through your folds. His hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you into another searing kiss.

“Watch them, try to get their attention, baby. See if they notice me splitting your cunt in half right in the middle of the party.”

His cock speared into you, stretching and burning. Johnny didn’t give you a moment to think, pulling you back and grinding his crotch into your ass, groaning in your ear. You shuddered when he kissed your neck again. Everywhere he touched felt like another brand to your flesh. All of you was slick with sweat, your mouth hung open and dry as you weakly tried to get help from anyone around you. A cup was pressed into your outstretched hand, a few girls shimmed up next to you but never looking. No one looked at you.

Johnny’s thrusting drove unwilling sounds from your bodies, moans of unwanted pleasure as he fucked up into your body. Neon lasers flew across your vision, stinging your eyes, but you refused to look at him, to see him getting any enjoyment out of this.

“Fuck, all these people around and no one gives a shit, do they, gorgeous? Your pussy is swallowing my dick like it was born to do it, but nobody cares. You like this, don’t ya? Can feel your cunt strangling me, don’t fucking lie.”

You choked on a moan, his hips moving faster the closer to his release he got. There was nothing you could do but take it. You wrapped your arms around him, holding on for the sake of not collapsing onto the disgusting floor more than anything else. The bass dropped, the music becoming almost trance-like as you tried to focus on anything other than him. But you couldn’t forget the ache, the humiliating need throbbing through your clit.

“Please,” you whimpered, light-headed and barely able to keep your eyes open.

“You almost there? You gonna cum on my cock like a slut?”

He slapped your cunt, your whole body shaking and muscles seizing as fresh pain radiated through you.

“Shit, do it again.”

Johnny slapped you again and again until you couldn’t tell pleasure from pain. Your clit burned and your eyes had long since dried up. Every part of you was parched except your pussy. Slick dripped from your abused hole around his cock and down your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna cum, don’t fucking stop squeezing me, fuck, god yes.”

His teeth dug into your neck when he came. You gasped at the rush of heat through your core. It trickled down your thigh when he pulled out, your pussy fluttering around nothing and making you groan. Hands were tugging and pulling you, but you couldn’t think. On wobbly uneasy legs, you stood in the middle of the dance floor, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to you. Johnny spun you around so fast your stomach lurched, hands scrabbling for his shirt to steady yourself. You looked into those icy blue eyes one last time and he smirked at you.

“Thanks for the dance, hot stuff.”

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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damn your love, damn your lies

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Masturbation - the manual stimulation of one’s genitals to achieve orgasm. It can be done with one’s own hands or with the assistance of an everyday item or sex toy.

Warnings: Dub Con (maybe noncon), body oil, dirty talk, light degradation, some minor praising, made up tiefling lore.

Relationships: Tiefling!Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1215

A/N: Tiefling - a race whose human ancestors made a bargain with devils to increase their power. Inspired by this post by @cuppimagines

You checked the book one more time, the candles, the chalk, the salt. It was all in place and ready to go. Flames flickered and turned from orange to black as you started chanting. As you neared the final line of the incantation, though, a sparking orange portal appeared in the middle of your summoning circle.

“I sensed an astronomical level of stupidity radiating from this point.” Stephen announced himself in a tone dripping with disdain and exasperation, stepping out of the portal.

His gaze fell to your barely tied together robe, lingering around your naked thighs before drifting to your left where you had left the goodies for tonight's revenge. Stephen had been making your life a living hell for weeks; ignoring you for days then pouncing on you. He teased and taunted, then would run off before either of you found release. His persistence that he didn’t want to date, to even be fuck buddies, was at war with his actions as of late.

And you were sick of it.

Rejection you could handle, his hot and cold bull shit had to end. Especially after yesterday morning.

“Here, I made too much tea.”

You breezed into the inner sanctum, still dressed in your pajamas and completely unprepared for the feral growl that came from across the room. A curse exploded from your mouth as the cup crashed to the floor and you were shoved into the door. Sharp teeth and curved horns caressed your skin. Hips ground into your stomach, pushed and pushed until you were sure you’d be crushed.

“Finally ready to bone?”

Stephen growled in your ear, slapped a large hand over your mouth to shut you up, and kept grinding. It was only when you pulled at his hair, moaning into his palm, that he stopped. He flung himself across the room. A grimace settled on his face as you slumped against the fall, aching and needing release. He portaled out of the room before you could come up with some snarky response.

Motherfucker.

“No.”

Stephen sounded like he stopped breathing, like he had to force the single syllable word past his lips. He opened a portal just behind him, but when he turned, he couldn’t step through it. A smirk settled on your lips when he turned back around. You could see the rage simmering under the surface, the way his pale blue skin tinted shades darker and something flashed behind his eyes.

"So those old, boring rumors are true." you licked your lips before biting your bottom lip. "Sorcerer Supreme Strange does still commune with his dark ancestry."

"You don't-"

"Oh, I don't really care." Your robe slipped off your shoulder as you shifted. "I'm just innocently enjoying some self care with lovely aromatherapy candles… body oils to make my skin soft and… wet."

Your robe slipped from your body, billowing behind where you knelt. Stephen abruptly turned around, but you didn’t miss the noise he made. Weak and hungry in the back of his throat like a starved man. That doesn’t stop you. The small bottle of oil smelled heavenly; lusty, sensual, spicy, everything you could want. Dribbles of it fell across your chest, warming your skin slowly. You sighed and hummed, fingers dancing across your skin until it glistened in the firelight.

At the first whimper, when you pulled and plucked at your nipples until they were hard, he turned around. His chest heaved with every ragged breath he took, his hands shook by his side, and his cock tented his pants.

“I’m not very good at teasing,” You pouted, spreading your knees wider so he could see your dripping cunt. “Just always been so impatient.”

A growl ripped through the air. “You-”

“You’ve been teasing me for too long, Stephen. A girl can only take so much.”

Your finger trailed down your body, drops of oil following the same path until you circled your clit. The swollen and throbbing after weeks of denial and now this. Stephen stared at you, eyes glued to your hand as you played with yourself, worked yourself up until you were panting. His demeanour shifted subtly, the usually stoic man crouched at the edge of the circle.

“Is the game you wish to play with me, pretty girl? You think I haven’t wanted to bend you over every surface in this fucking house since you got here? See how you look stuffed with my cock?” Your eyes fluttered closed while your lips parted, a sinful groan echoing around the room. “That what you want? For me to fuck you stupid?”

“God, yes.” You moaned, adding a second finger as you swirled them around your clit.

You wanted to be stuffed so full you were gagging with it. You wanted to grab Stephen by the horns every fucking time you saw him and ride him into the motherfucking sunset. You wanted to cum.

“Let me out and I will.” He tried to bargain with you.

“I’m not stupid.” You groaned, other hand grabbing at your chest, pinching your nipple as a wave arousal and need washed over. “Beg me. Beg me to let you out, so can fuck me.”

He stared you down, blue eyes burning your flesh only taking your pleasure higher. He removed his cape, his robes falling quietly over the chalk sigil. Stephen was beautiful, toned and scarred and everything you had dreamed about. He untied his belts, but left his pants to loosely hang around his narrow waist.

“Let me out, break the fucking salt circle, and let me fuck your messy cunt. I know it feels empty right now. You haven’t put a single finger in, pretty girl. You want to be tight for me, don’t you? My big cock’s gonna wreck you, split you right in half. I want to do it, want to see you cream all over my dick until you are begging me to stop. But you have to let me out.”

Your thighs burned from kneeling for so long, but you didn’t care. Stephen was right, just like he always was, but you weren’t going to be left wanting. You moved positions, placed as much of your weight as you could onto the hand behind you. He wanted to see you cum, well he was going to have to settle for this. Your fingers moved faster, harsher, against your clit. Every beat of your pulse rippled through it. The muscles in your stomach trembled. You were right there. You threw your head back as you came, eyes squeezing shut as the euphoria washed over your body.

You collapsed backwards, body aching and tired.

“We’ll work on your begging in a second when I’m ready for another round.”

You groaned as you unfolded your legs, the jellied muscles still shaking as you stretched them out in front of you as far as they could reach. There was a small clatter, but you ignored it as you stretched your tired muscles. Weightlessness settled over you for a moment, but it didn’t last. A hand clamped around your ankle and dragged you across the floor until you were face to face with Stephen.

“Oh, we are going to work on begging, but it’s going to be you begging me to stop.”

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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Shine For Me

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Katoptronophilia - a fetish for mirrors. Individuals who experience katoptroniophilia may participate more in activities such as masturbating, engaging in intercourse, stripping, or carrying out other sexual actions all in front of mirrors.

Warnings: unprotected sex, collar (kinda, the lingerie is strange), daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, cream pie, teasing, honestly tony and his dirty mouth, a lot of focus on you in the mirror

Relationships: Invisible Man!Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2192

A/N: Invisible Man - So, this isn't based on the book, but more closely related to the movies, but also not. Tony turns himself invisible and some hot hot hot mirror sex happens.

“You better have a good excuse for fucking missing date night.” You hollered as the elevator dinged, announcing the arrival of one very late Tony Stark into your shared apartment.

Tony had been the one to suggest date night, had been the one to clear out time in his schedule, had been the one to suggest dinner and movie tonight. And he didn't show up. You waited, drinking the nice bottle of wine you picked out for the meal and staring at expensive china on the table. You stewed in your chair, resolute in not calling Tony. It was his job to remember date night.

"Tony?" You stood up, glass in hand, and walked over to him.

Or where he should have been. The entryway was empty, no telltale signs of Tony putting down a screwdriver he'd carried upstairs by mistake or a half-full coffee mug. You wandered around your house now, in search of whoever had just seemingly broken into your home. The shower in the en suite was turned on, steam wafting out from under the door. You purse your lips, first, he skips date night and now he is showering without you.

Well, two can play this fucking game.

Maybe it's the bottle of wine taking a turn at the wheel, but you slipped out of your clothes and walked into your closet. You knew exactly what you needed to put on to get back at Tony. The dainty gold chains shimmer against your naked body, the only thing keeping the intricate piece of lingerie together was the clasp at the back of your neck. With every step you took back to the bed you felt them. The chains caressed your collar, your nipples, your thighs, your ass, every part of you became hyper-aware of the warming metal teasing you.

You stood in front of the mirror, admiring yourself while you waited for Tony to get out of the shower. It was easy to get lost in the memory of the first time you wore this, the way it had glowed in the candlelight. It had all been for Tony, to see him lose himself a little in the opulence of the lingerie. He was so used to the lace and leather and softness, the jewelry surprised him, delighted him, made him lose his mind a little bit.

The door to the bathroom opened, steam pouring out of the room to coat the room in a humid warmth, and revealed nothing. You stared at the reflection, eyes narrowing while you waited for Tony to appear, but he never did. The steam swirled subtly as if caught in a breeze, but no blue glow came from it.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

Tony sounded like he was right there like he was about to wrap his arms around you and rip the jewelry off of you. It was almost automatic, rolling your eyes at the ceiling to show him your displeasure.

“It would be more beautiful if you were here,” you pouted. Whatever this prank was, it was not funny. Tony just needed to admit he forgot about date night. It happened and you would be okay with that, but this was pushing it.

A hot breath fanned over your neck, making the hairs rise and your breath caught in your throat.

“Tony…”

He hummed, the feeling of stubble right against your cheek now. Your heart started to pound, thundering in your chest as the chains around your hips shifted. The feeling of hands settled there, digging into your skin. When you looked down at your reflection, a gasp caught in your throat at the sight of the tiny indents. Your eyes flicked back up to look over your shoulder where you felt the chin resting.

“Tony,” you started again, a million questions rushing to your tongue, demanding answers.

“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he swayed slightly, pressing his hot, damp chest against your back.

Again, the feeling of Tony- the arc reactor, his skin, his hard cock - caused you to gasp. You watched the chains move, the gold glittering in the dim light. The feeling of his calloused hands sliding across your body, seeing how moldable your flesh was in his expert hands made your head swim more than the wine. Your mind was at war with what it wanted to do, push back into him, to drown in this oddly erotic display, or to turn around and demand answers as to what exactly happened to him.

“Don’t think, baby,” he whispered, “Just let me love on you.”

He pulled you back until you were falling onto the bed, stumbling and nearly missing the bed. Tony’s warm laughter filled your heart, joyous and free and playful. Worry washed away and playfulness took its place. You couldn’t stop laughing when he pulled you fully onto his lap, your body hovering over a dip in the bed. Maybe he was trying to be serious, but now all you could think about was how ridiculous you looked.

“Are we recording this?” You asked between fits of giggles.

“You naughty little-”

He bit your neck, his teeth forming a shallow indent in your skin and making you moan. Tony moved you how he wanted, always surprising you with just how strong he was. That underneath those designer suits, there was a hard-working mechanic. He had both of your legs hooked over his, spreading you open, exposing your soaked pussy. Your reflection looked desperate already, a sight that made you burn, humiliated, and aroused. Looking at yourself shouldn’t be this hot, but you couldn’t stop staring at the slick glistening between your legs.

“Look at you,” Tony kissed along your neck, starting with the bite mark and traveling up to your ear. “Even without all this pretty gold, you shine for me, baby. You can’t hide it even if you want to.”

You squirmed against him as the thrumming in your cunt became too much, the feeling of Tony’s cock twitching against your ass only making you needier, aching to be filled. That ache settled in your belly as you continued to stare at yourself in the mirror. You hoped he would end this torture. He wouldn’t though, the teasing was his favorite part. He could control himself when his focus was on teasing you, but once his cock was inside you, he’d be just as desperate as you were now. You felt for him over your shoulder, finding the back of his head and weaving your fingers through his hair. It looked like nothing in the mirror, but you felt his shiver, the way his lips parts against your ear as he groaned when you pulled at the roots.

“Tony, Daddy, need you to fuck me, please. You said you’d make it up to me.”

“Aw, fuck,” he pressed another kiss into your skin, “You’re not playing fair, baby.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Tony lifted you by the chains, ignoring your hiss of pain and letting his cock slide through your wet folds as he adjusted your position. He let go and moved to his hands to wrap one around your chest, palm resting at the base of your neck, fingers toying with the chain. You felt every shift of the chains, your nipples beginning to ache from the sensation. His other hand grabbed your chin, made you look down at your pussy.

“Don’t look away, watch how good you take my cock baby, watch your pretty pussy swallow Daddy whole.”

Your flesh moved as he did, the tip of his cock bumping your clit before he rocked his hips back far enough to thrust his hips home, your pussy doing exactly what he said it would. Stretched wide open, you could see how your body ached and gushed around Tony. Your pussy fluttered at the sight you saw in the mirror, a whine escaping your lips as you tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck.” You both said, Tony hissing while you gasped at the fullness.

“Damn, baby, look at you,” he shook your chin, “look at your pussy. Fucking coating my dick in your juices.” He pulled out just enough for you to see the outline of his cock, creamy and slick, before plunging back into you.

A deprived and desperate noise fell from your lips, your eyes transfixed at the spot where you were being split open. Without thinking you rolled your hips, impatient now that you could see even a glimpse of Tony inside you. The hand near your throat tugged at the chain, a warning to stop, but you didn’t, couldn’t, not when you looked at your reflection. Your body coated in a sheen of sweat, your mouth hanging open so every pathetic sound you made dripped out. He so easily rendered you stupid, lust drunk and captivated by the sight of your own body.

"Baby, shit," he groaned, releasing your chin to wrap his arm around your waist to hold you still. "Who's in charge here?"

You whimpered, trying to fight the growing need for movement, for friction, for anything to ease the ache in your pussy. "You are, Daddy."

"Then fucking act like it."

"Need you to fuck me, Tony, need it so bad Daddy, please."

"There's my good baby," he cooed, fingers dancing over the gold chains around your hips. "Watch me take you apart, don't look away. Need you to see how beautiful you look on my cock, baby."

You could hear the slap of skin against wet skin, could feel the power of his thighs working with every thrust, but you couldn't see Tony. You couldn't see his flushed cheeks or his brown eyes would go impossibly darker the louder your moans got. There was no getting lost in the blue glow of the reactor in his chest when everything got too close.

All you could do was watch your reflection slip from reality. The person in the mirror a beautiful mess of pleasure that had lost control of their body. Tony's moans and panted breaths washed over you, coated you in molten gold lacquer until you had no choice but to shine for him. It was impossible to look away, even as you blinked away tears of ecstasy, you were lost in your reflection. How he molded and caressed, and possessed your body when you couldn't even see his own.

His hand moved from your waist to your sopping wet cunt, sliding his fingers through your slick and spreading your folds further open for you to see just how he wrecked you. Tony kissed, burned, and soothed your heated skin, distracting you from the fact he wasn't touching you where you needed it most, that final step to jump over the edge of sanity and deep dive into a reality that only knows pleasure.

"Beg me, baby, tell Daddy how fucking turned are you on seeing yourself fucked open and he'll make you cum."

You looked at yourself after tearing your eyes away from your puffy, throbbing pussy. Was this what Tony saw every time? Glassy eyes brimming with tears and shaking thighs that were struggling to stay open? You were a mess of emotions and feelings and while humiliation flared bright again in your belly you couldn't help the tingling arousal that came with it. The way your heart jumped into your throat when you inhaled too fast, forcing you to clench around seeming nothing and feeling more of Tony's cock shaping you.

"Daddy," you whimpered.

"Look at you, baby, goddamn beautiful." he praised, punctuating it with a hard thrust. "You love it don't you? Seeing how fucked out you are just from looking at your pussy being ruined. Don't even really need me here do you?"

You shook your head, you needed Tony. Without Tony, you wouldn't be like this. Only he could make you feel like you were about to split into a million pieces so easily. Only he could make you feel this kind of beautiful and desired. His lips pressed into your neck and shoulder, his hand around your neck tugged at the delicate chain.

"Tony," you gasped, hand scrambling for the invisible one keeping you spread open, trying to get him to touch you. "I need it, need you, fuck please, wanna cum."

As he touched you, your eyes dropped to your pussy again, watching your clit be played with as he fucked into you like it was the last time. Neither of you lasted long, your cunt seizing and gushing over Tony. His cock and balls and thighs were the most visible they've been all night, covered in dribbles of your release. He kept working your clit until he came, ropes of thick cum he was desperate to fuck into and watch leak out at the same time. He groaned, vibrating his whole chest, while he pulled out bringing the mix of your releases with him.

"Holy shit," he moaned.

"You still owe me dinner," you smirked into your reflection, watching your fingers spread and weave through the air to wrap around his own.

"Like I could forget."

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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Wash It All Away

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Tripsolagnophilia - the sexual-erotic arousal and pleasure derived from massages and related stimulation.

Warnings: tentacles, work stress mentioned, daddy kink, suction, dom/sub undertones, kinda subspace at the end, alcohol consumption, soft tentacle daddy

Relationships: Tentacle!Lee Bodecker x PS!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1600

A/N: Tentacle Monster - a composite mythical being with many forms, appearing occasionally in art, literature, and multimedia as combining the head, arms, and torso of a person and, from the lower torso down, the tentacles of an octopus or squid. A secondary piece to my fic "Nothing But The Water".

The door slammed shut. A rush of humid air forces a heavy sigh from your lips. You remove your coat and boots, peeled away your thick stockings with a grunt, before stepping onto the damp warm tiles. The green, fresh smell surrounded you with comfort as you tried to shed the stress of the day, of work, and the real world.

“Hey babydoll,” Lee’s head emerged from the water, coming to rest on the moss rim of the pool.

You hummed a response to him, struggling to peel the rest of your thick clothes off. Sweat pricked at your forehead as the humidity sunk into your skin. Your body relaxed into it, tense muscles easing slightly. You walked around the pool to the small kitchen. You took a glass from the sink and filled it with water first, downing it quickly, before pouring a splash of whiskey into it.

“Bad day then, I guess?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. Bad was not the word you would use.

“Not even the half of it,” You gulped the whiskey down.

“I’m gonna have to come all the way up there or you gonna be my good girl?”

Another heavy sigh passed over your lips. You replaced the glass, dishes could be done later, and slipped out the final bit of clothing you had on. Nudity was just a part of your life now, it was just normal. The humidity and constant warmth from the pool and heating system made them unbearable. And to be as close to Lee as you wanted, it was just easier than wearing a bathing suit. You could feel his eyes roam over you, like they always did. He drank in your form as you walked to the deep step leading into the pool.

“You turned the heat up,” you said, feeling more like a bath than it probably should. “Is that good for you?”

“I think me and the plant can survive some warmer water, baby.”

He pulled you in fully, wrapping himself around you in a tight hug. You squeezed him, relishing in the warmth and feel of him against you. It was so easy to forget that he was still here, that he had come back. You never wanted to be without him again, never wanted to be alone again. Work was keeping you away from him, Arvin Russell was keeping you away from him, the world was keeping you away. But you’d drown them all if it meant getting to stay with your daddy.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, a probing tentacle tipping your chin up to look him in the eye.

“No,” you pouted, jutting your lower lip out. “Just hold.”

“What if I do ya one better?”

You pursed your lips, thinking about what could be better than being held by Lee Bodecker and coming up blank. Not that he really let you think about it for too long. Lee swam across the pool to the built-in lounge. He laid you down softly onto the smooth moss-covered rock surface. It had been a pain in your backside getting these rocks hauled up from the reservoir and cave, but it was so worth it. Water lapped at your sides, your back cooling slightly out in the open air again. You turned and looked at Lee, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips. Your fingers danced over his cheek, clearing away some of the algae.

He rose up in the water, his tentacles emerging from the water and splashing some of the algae up with him. You huffed at the mess, knowing you’ll have stained skin for at least a few days. He tickled your sides, fingers dancing across your skin so delicately. You couldn’t help but giggle and squeal and squirm in his grasp. He kissed your face, your neck, your shoulders. It lightened your mood, made you feel a bit better about the stress you were feeling.

“Just relax for me, babydoll,” he purred against your ear, his husky voice making you shiver.

Two tentacles slid across your shoulders, smearing the algae across your skin. The slick mess warmed under his touch quickly, softening your skin and soothing your aches. The first suction cup stuck to the base of your neck where your shoulder met it, and another one latched onto the other side. A line of them stuck to your skin along a line of muscles in your shoulder.

Then Lee leaned into you. His suction cups tugged at your flesh, molding it to their shape. You moaned at the feeling, the pressure sending a shiver down your spine. A drop of sweetness coated your thoughts and concerns, weighing down the bad until all you could focus on was how your muscles softened into mush. You moaned, so deep in your chest that it rattled your bones.

“Daddy,” you sighed.

“That’s it, baby. Let Daddy take care of ya.”

He slid his tentacles down your back slowly, the suction coming off just under your shoulder blades. Your skin tingled at its new freedom, blood rushing from taut pulled skin back to your muscles. Again they cupped your back, rubbing and massaging away the tension. Your mouth hung open as it pulled at the tight muscles in your back. Your fingers and toes curled against the moss. Your mind hummed with sweet honey.

A sweep of his tentacles down your spine had you squeezing your legs together, tensing the muscles in your ass and thigh to ease the ache pulsing between your legs. You whimpered at their sudden loss, each time they popped off your skin and echoed off the walls of your new home. Lee's deep voice rumbled above you.

"Ya been working too hard babydoll, comin' home so damn late and makin' me wait for ya. Keepin' my sweet baby away from me like that ain't very nice." His lips grazed your ear, “Can’t have ya all knotted up like this, baby. Need my sweet girl back.”

Lee’s tentacles moved across your back, creeping lower and lower as he massaged away the tension that had been building in you for weeks and replaced it with a new kind of ache. It had never been your game to hide your pleasure from Lee, he always dragged it out of you anyhow. You let the moans fall from your lips, eyes struggling to stay open as your head began to swim. Any thoughts about deadlines, stories, editing rippled into nothing. You were surrounded by Lee, in the safety of your home that you built together.

“Daddy,” you gasped, your legs being spread open by a pair of tentacles.

More grabbed your hips, suction cups digging into your soft skin until you could feel the tight muscles being turned to mush. Your eyes fluttered close as they continued to work your body, turning you into a puddle of needy flesh.

“Look at you, babydoll,” Lee hummed, his hands soothing your shoulders and neck as his tentacles worked over your hips and thighs. “Pushin’ that ass a yours up, like you want som’in, but only my sweet girl get that.”

“S’me, Daddy,” you pouted, peeking up at him.

His flushed cheeks, algae smeared and beet red, were stretched from his smirk.

“Yeah? That you, babydoll? I think my sweet girl is still hiding in here.”

The tip of a tentacle nudged your folds, smearing your slick around until it was covered in the mess. Suckers latched on your inner thigh, right at the junction of your legs, but not your pussy. Lee’s thumbs dug into your shoulders, making you moan. Your shoulders dropped, your eyes slid closed, it was magic.

“Aw, she’s almost there, can feel it on ya, baby. Just relax for Daddy. He’s gonna take good care a ya.”

A pop, your body fizzling as suction cups released. Another whimper and shimmy of your hips had Lee grabbing the back of your neck. The control, the display of power, the dominance of that always drove you wild. All those needy, demanding feelings would slide off your body like water and all thought would leave you when he got his hands on you like that.

“C’mon, be good for me, babydoll.”

Lee’s tentacle sucked on your folds, latched onto your clit as he purred in your ear. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream. He kissed you, drank in all your moans as they grew higher and higher-pitched, more breathy as you fought the drowning feeling. A blissful haze covered your thoughts. All you could think about was the taste of whiskey on your lips and candy on his.

“Daddy,” you squealed, fingers reaching over your head until they could grab his wrist, anything to anchor you.

“That’s it, c’mon baby, cum for Daddy, so good for me.”

Your body tensed, muscles that had been rendered useless seizing up before you were flooded with a sense of weightlessness. Your pussy fluttered around nothing, the water that had been lapping at your sides suddenly too cold. The need to sink was overwhelming, barely able to hold your head above reality.

He removed his tentacle gently, slipping it around your legs until he could lift you up. Lee pulled you into his chest, soft curly chest hair and warmed skin making you sigh. Your arms hung around his shoulder, rubbing more of the algae around and into his skin. A soft hum vibrated in your chest as you kissed his neck, any part of him you could reach, as the two of you sank deeper into the pool.

“There she is, there’s my sweet girl.”

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A Rose By Any Other Name

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Pegging - a sexual practice in which a woman performs anal sex on a man by penetrating his anus with a strap-on dildo.

Warnings: Aged Up!Justin Capshaw, implied past kidnapping, Grey!Reader, toxic relationship, mommy kink, anal sex, vaginal penetration, flower symbolism (that was googled at like 3 am I'm sorry), outdoor sex, strapless dildo, soft dom vibes, dom/sub undertones.

Relationships: Nymph!Justin Capshaw x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2030

A/N: Nymph - a mythological spirit of nature imagined as a beautiful maiden inhabiting rivers, woods, or other locations.

The water was cool, losing its joyous summer heat and accepting that autumn had arrived just as the trees had. Its bright blue water stood out so beautifully from the sun-burst coloured leaves that decorated the forest floor. The majesty and magic of this part of the forest were lost on you.

How could it compare when he emerged from the water so gracefully, so sensually? You were lost to him and only him. So sweet and innocent, the Nymph you found wandering near your cottage at the start of spring had been a welcome reprieve from the humdrum life offered to you. A permanent pout seemed to have found a home on his lips, plush and strikingly pink. You watched the water drip down his soft skin. He was soft, a delicate flower of a boy who had known too much trouble in his early life. You promised him nothing but joy and pleasure if he stayed with you, and he accepted his role in your life with ease.

"Justin, petal, come here."

You waved him out of the water to where you sat at the bank with your picnic. He rushed to you, never concerned with anything but listening to you. He would always listen to you. A smile graced your lips as he kneeled next to you, damp hair slicked back and goosebumps erupting over his pale skin as the breeze picked up. Your eyes dipped lower when you saw how his body reacted to the rush of air. He was delicious.

"Yes, Mommy?"

His wide eyes, blue and shining brighter than the river, looked at you, waited for you patiently to instruct him. He'd do anything for you and you knew it. Did you want him to make you a flower crown? Did you need new flowers and herbs for your tea shop? Was someone in the village bothering you? No matter how small or large the request, your Nymph would take care of it.

"Sit with me," you requested.

You patted your lap, Justin clambered up until his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you like a rose clinging to a garden wall. Your hand rubbed up and down his back, soothing him as he stole some of your warmth away and basked in the midday sun. A shuddering breath blew over your neck as he settled into your embrace, into the closeness and acceptance. You caught a hint of lily and aster on his breath, and you knew you would see the beginning blooms of cornflowers around his head. His emotions couldn't hide from you, the flowers always gave him away, were more articulate than his words at times.

"You've been so good for me, flower."

Your fingers scratched the base of his skull before they danced around the bumps of his spine. Guided by the droplets of water still decorating his skin, you drew a scattering of roses across the delicate expanse of his back.

"You are the rarest bloom, my love."

A soft gasp echoed around the small picnic, Justin's fingers dug into the back of your loose dress. You moved one of your hands from his back to cup his cheek. The skin was heated, a beautiful shade of peony pink that spread the longer you looked at him. You kissed him, pressed your lips to his soft pouty ones. Honeysuckle slipped between you, sweet and innocent. As your tongue teased the seam of his lips, you let your hand wander further, past the dimples on his low back until you had a fistful of his ass.

He hiccuped, a short gasping noise that trailed off into a whine when you started to nibble at his neck. Justin moved against you, always so eager. You smiled.

“I want to try something new, petal, will you let Mommy?”

His eyes already looked hazy. Oh, your delicate flower was an easy, sweet boy. He felt everything so purely, lust coursed so visibly through him. You kissed him again before he could answer you, fucking your tongue into his mouth, stroking his and collecting the honeyed nectar dripping from his mouth. When you parted a string of that juice connected you, his rosy lips slick and swollen, tempting you to taste them again, to drink his sweetness until he was dry.

“Whatever you want, Mommy,” he sighed, rubbing his nose against yours until you kissed him again.

You pulled back the folds of your skirt, revealing a special jar of salve and a toy. Justin stared at the expertly crafted wooden toy, all rounded edges and smooth shiny finish. At its base, it curled slightly into an L shape, hooking upward. His cheeks turned almost as red as the rosewood, a similar floral scent coming from him.

"Just be good for me, petal. Mommy's gonna treat you so nice."

Your fingers dip into the salve quickly, scooping up more than necessary but knowing the resulting mess would be worth it. His body tensed as you teased him, a whimper bubbling out of him when you pressed a finger inside his little hole. You felt a rush of power, wetness leaking through your panties as that first finger slipped all the way in. He buried his face against your neck.

"Relax for me," you cooed, "Let Mommy have your little rosebud, she'll make it bloom."

His muscles clenched, hips rocking against yours as you worked him open. You slid a second finger in easily, the salve designed to ease muscle pain and soothe small aches. With every whimper and jerk of his hips into you, it grew harder to wait. To fight the urge to pin down your precious flower and fuck him. Gods, you wanted to devour him, consume his mind, body, and soul until all that was left was a crying puddle of a nymph who only knew your name. You wanted to ruin your sweet boy, to make him yours and only yours completely. You wanted to own him.

"Mommy," he squealed, his little cock leaking and staining the front of your dress.

You curled your fingers again, aiming directly for his sweet spot. The one you knew would make him beg. His thighs began to shake as you continued to tease him, slick fingers pulling out all those sweet noises you wanted to drown in. When it became too easy with just two fingers, you removed them completely much to Justin's protesting.

"Lay back," you said, removing your own clothes. "Watch me, petal."

He was gorgeous in this lighting, the crown of cornflowers around his head mixed with coriander. His eyes were stuck like honey to the toy, following it as you teased your soaked folds. The shorter end of the wood slid into you, a slight stretch that made your pussy ache. Maybe later you would let your delicate lily fuck you as dirtily as you were about to do him… if he earned it.

You stroked the wooden cock, moaning as the push and pull of it glided against your clit, pressed against your own sweet spot. Justin licked his lips, pink tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Your fingers smeared the leftover salve over the shaft before moving to stroke Justin's cock. The heated flesh was hard, a beautiful shade of red from being ignored for so long. His eyes fluttered shut under your touch.

"Just be my sweet flower," your thumb teased his slit, smearing the dribble of precum around his head. "So wet for me, dewdrop."

"Please," he begged, bucking his hips up to meet your fist. "Please, Mommy."

"Sing for me, flower."

You teased his hole, pressing the cock against the tight ring of muscle until it swallowed the tip. He whimpered, feet digging into the blanket to lift himself higher, to push himself further onto the rosewood. Your fingers dug into the flesh of his hips, the soft skin giving to the pressure so beautifully. Pink little marks bloomed under your touch, a temporary reminder of you and your control over him. You took mercy on him, thrusting with the leverage of his hips to be fully seated in his heat.

His wail echoed around the river bank with such force the water trembled, fresh lily pads suddenly bursting to life with new blossoms. Hands fumbled, desperate to grab onto you, to pull you closer to him before he sank into the dark earth again, before losing control of himself. But with Justin, it was about finding that balance, of fucking him just right so he’d be blissfully and stupidly and naively yours forever. You couldn’t let him think that anyone else could be like this, would love him like you do.

Your fingers reached out, grabbed the back of his neck until they were planted in the base of his hair. You were in control.

“Mommy,” he gasped, eyes squeezing shut in the effort to focus. The pink in his cheeks spread all the way down his chest. “S’too- too much.”

“Oh I don’t think so, your little bud keeps sucking me in, petal. Like you want more of me.”

You pulled out slowly. Your pussy clenched around the short base, drawing a low moan from you. “Look at that. I can see how much you need it.”

Forcefully, with all the effort you could put into it, you snapped your hips forward. Justin’s back arched into you, his cock rubbing against your tummy and smearing it with precum. A rhythm set, guided by pure need, chasing each other’s high with every powerful push and shove. Skin slapped against skin, a sheen a sweat forming over all of you. The muscles in your stomach ached, a fight between exhaustion and arousal warring inside of you. He had to cum, he had to cum, and then you could focus on you.

Every gasp and cut-off moan, the little sounds you drew from him were like music. His lips hung open, soaked with his sweet honey. You licked into his mouth, savored the sweet taste of love on his teeth as he tried to return it. He was trying so hard to hold on. You could see it in the set of his brow, the unshed tears in his glossy eyes. He wanted to let go and float down that lazy river of lust, but he just needed that one final push.

“Be good my little Nymph,” you said, moving your hand from his hip to grasp his leaking cock. “Give it to me, give Mommy your nectar, flower.”

You stroked his cock, matched your hand with the slip and slide of the toy in and out of him. You tugged at the bit of skin around the crown of his cock, choking his cock to watch the precum dribble out, thick and glossy. Lost in it, in him, that was the only way to describe it. You were frantically trying to watch the tears slip down Justin’s cheek and his leaking cock at the same time, but your eyes couldn’t decide where to look.

Justin screamed your name. His fingers gripped your arms hard enough to leave his own little reminder as he came. Cum splattered across his tummy, going so far as to catch on his nipples. Your head fell forward, tongue darting out to catch the stray juices, not stopping your stroking. You wanted every drop. You needed it.

“That’s it, c’mon petal, so good for me, so perfect. Sweet ambrosia, wanna drink you up all day.”

Another hiccup, this one brought on from crying, the emotions flooding his body with hazy, lovey syrup. You pulled the toy from both of you carefully, his hole fluttered at the sudden emptiness. There was a deep urge to kiss the sore muscle better, to keep a part of him full. It had your fingers tracing the puffy bud, your pussy clenching around nothing. A shiver rocked through all of Justin, a whine that he couldn’t suppress. You hushed him, kissed his cornflower crown, his cheeks, his nose, and his lips. You pulled him into your embrace and loved on him until he fell asleep, spent and content with his finger laced through yours.

#a sloth writes #justin capshaw #aged up!justin capshaw #nymph!justin capshaw #justin capshaw x fem!reader #justin capshaw x reader #justin capshaw x mommy!reader #mommy kink #mommy!reader #fem!reader #sloths monstrous kinktober 2021

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The Morning After

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Spanking - as part of sexual play, occurs when a person slaps a sex partner with an open hand or an object to heighten sexual arousal for one or both parties. Spanking is usually enjoyed by those who find sexual pleasure in pain. It can be done during foreplay or intercourse.

Warnings: dark fic, noncon aspects and implied/future noncon, kidnapping, punishment, bondage, pain kink, I mention hooves so be ready for that, mention of alcohol consumption, a very erect penis

Relationships: Satyr!Ransom Drysdale x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1331

A/N: Satyrs - one of a class of lustful, drunken woodland gods. In Roman representations, they are seen as a man with a goat's ears, tail, legs, and horns. He a grumpy party goat.

Sunlight danced behind your eyes, the echoes of last night’s party ring in your ears as you force yourself to awaken. A cool breeze blew across your bare skin as dread settled in the bit of your stomach. There wasn’t a single part of you that didn’t ache, your muscle exhausted and your head throbbing. Opening your eyes, you realized you were laying on the ground and naked with your clothes nowhere to be seen.

What had you gotten up to last night?

The bonfire was just supposed to be a few old friends and some beer, but you can hardly remember anything. Flashes of people dancing, drinking, there was so much drinking. At some point, you were sure you wanted to leave, wanted to head back because you knew someone had to be the responsible one to end the night. But you can’t even remember leaving the circle of stumps surrounding the fire. Let alone how you ended up so far into the woods.

Beneath you, your hands fizzled and pulsed with pain, crushed between you and the dirt for too long. You forced yourself up to your hands and knees, fighting the wave of nausea that came with the basic task. Your head swam with the effort to lift it, your neck and shoulders protesting as you took in your surroundings. This wasn’t the same place you’d partied last night.

“Finally, fucking took long enough.”

A voice rang out from the trees before leaves exploded around you, a flurry of reds and yellows making your eyes hurt. You leaned back onto your heels, covering your face from the whipping leaves. The voice laughed at your pitiful attempt to shield yourself. As the leaves floated back to the ground, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

Hooves, horns, hands- was he a beast or a man? The air in your lungs turned to cement as you met the dark blue eyes. He looked delighted in the way you cowered, stared in horror as he towered over your crouched form. The beast grinned, teeth too perfect and straight. A chill washed over you.

“Who are you?”

“Oh, you don’t remember, sweetheart? You all wished for a never-ending party. I was more than happy to provide.”

“P-pan? Th-that’s-“

“It’s Ran, as in Ransom,” he leaned down, close enough for you to smell the cedar and honey and blood that wafted off him.

“No, I didn’t wish for that.”

Your mouth finally caught you with your brain, trying fruitlessly to prove your innocence to a mythological god. You must be seeing things. He can’t be real. Maybe you just got slipped something at the party. That could explain this, surely, a drug-induced hallucination.

“Now,” he snapped his fingers and roots whipped up from the ground to wrap around your wrists. They forced your face into the hard ground before binding your ankles. “Punishment for callously wasting my time, being an inconsiderate guest, and disgusting taste in knitwear. What should that be?”

You fought, yanked at the restraints until you were covered in dirty and your wrists ached. Ransom sauntered around you, watching you struggle like this was exactly what he expected to happen. He just had to wait for you to tire yourself out. Tears slipped down your cheeks, dripping onto the leaves.

“Please, just let me go,” you begged. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Mmm… but you did, you stupid mortal. And I can’t have my reputation being put at risk now, can I?”

The shuffling of leaves stopped, an eerie silence settling over the forest as rocks formed in your stomach. Whatever hangover you were suffering from vanished as a hand grabbed your ass. Your whole body jerked, tried to get away from the beast behind you. No, you couldn’t let him do that to you.

“Don-” you choked. “I’ll do whatever you want, please just-”

“For fuck’s sake, this is a punishment, not your dreams coming true.” He sneered, pulling his hand back and slapping your ass.

A small noise, high pitched and humiliating, popped out of your mouth, your stomach rolling as the heat of his palm sent a tingling sensation through you. Ransom groaned something deep that made the whole earth vibrate. The roots around your ankles shifted until they were pressed together until the meat of your thighs was practically glued together. Ransom slapped you again, and the same noise weaseled its way past your clenched teeth.

“Oh, I think I’m going to enjoy this very much.”

Ransom jiggled a fistful of your ass like he was trying to decide what it was worth, what it could take. He made a snorting sound. Whether he was disgusted or bemused with your embarrassing state was a mystery. You just prayed this was all a nightmare. That you’d wake up before he did any actual damage to your body. Tears burned your eyes, your cheeks as they fell onto the unforgiving ground. There was no forgiveness left.

As your muscle began to cramp from the position, you wondered if this was the punishment- the embarrassment of being tied down and inspected by a demigod. Squirming and writhing in your own humiliation while he watched, for anyone who stumbled upon you to watch. But then his hand came down on your ass again, harder than before. His palm connected with your flesh with so much force you skid into the dirt. And he did it again and again, each time drawing some depraved noise from your body that you didn’t think you were capable of making. Each slap rattled your teeth, made your limbs ache, caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach.

Ransom made snide comments about anything that came to mind while he hit you.

“Pathetic.”

“Can you even hear yourself?”

“Stupid mortals.”

“Are you- Are you enjoying this?”

It felt like your skin was on fire, pain radiated from your abused cheeks, and yet your body was twisting this punishment into something else. You were beginning to enjoy the assault. The clap of his palm against your skin echoed around the forest so beautifully, like he knew exactly how to get the most out of this, how to make you suffer and like it. Never in your life had you been spanked, yet here you were almost hoping it wouldn’t end. You could feel the pleasure twist in your gut, a new ache growing.

“No,” you denied, your tear-streaked face shaking like the leaves.

Your whole body was shaking, but you weren’t sure the reason anymore. Every thought you had was fighting with a mist that covered your mind. Maybe you’d gone insane now that you couldn’t think. It would only make sense. It was the only logical way to explain why you liked this. No one likes pain, do they?

“Don’t,” slap “fucking,” smack “lie to me.”

Suddenly, his hand stopped, the punishment ceasing for some reason, and you couldn’t stop the empty cry that leaked from lips like the drool and tears mixing beneath you. It was hard trying to think of something to say, something that wasn’t begging him for more. You wanted to, an urge buried deep inside you wanted to beg Ransom to spank you until you came from that alone.

A hoof forced its way under your chin and lifted your head up, effectively closing your mouth, but not hiding the evidence of your mental state. He let out a low whistle, but you refused to look him in the eye. Not when his cock was right there, hard and weeping. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it. He kicked his foot up, jerking your chin up harsh enough that you thought he might have cut you. Something dark cast across his face, a menacing look that washed away any feeling of lust you might have had. You swallowed.

“You must really be stupid, with two OOs, sweetheart. We are gonna have a lot of fun together.”

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Gif Me Like One Of Your Camboys

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Videoing - sexual arousal from being videoed performing sexual activities, a form of voyeurism.

Warnings: rough sex, anal sex, cream pies, implied past phone sex, sex toys, alcohol consumption, drunk texting, one spank, slight captain kink, light teasing, light size kink, bottom!reader

Relationships: Orc!Jake Jensen x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1437

A/N: Orc - They have a long history and a lot of different interpretations. They are very warrior-like, often not so pretty, and very hardy and mean. My go-to visualization and characterization falls a lot closer with WoW Orcs and their shamanic roots than LotR.

So sending your boyfriend a video of you using a new dildo while he was on a mission might have been the best thing you’d ever done. You and Jake never shied away from phone sex, hell it was practically required to have a sex life at all with how often he went on missions. But he always initiated the calls, normally when he'd gotten to a safehouse with a halfway decent reception. You barely ever sent more than a basic update to him or to have a rant about a coworker when he was away. It wasn't good to distract him when he already struggled to focus on the task at hand.

The video had been spur of the moment. You treated yourself to a new toy to have some fun while he was away. The dildo had been great, a bit smaller than Jake, but oh so satisfying after a long week at work and no giant arms to hug away the stress. You stripped down on a Friday night, popped a bottle of wine, and went to town. The whole point was making yourself feel good, but after that second glass and edging for almost 30 minutes, the neediness took over. You could see how you looked in the mirror in your bedroom, could feel how loose and slick you were. It was so easy just propping up your phone and taking a quick video. Tipsy you thought it had been a great idea, in fact. You giggled about it for the rest of the night, making sure to send Jake a cheeky photo when you finally allowed yourself to cum. That had been during his last mission and the only communication you got back from him was a string of banana and donut emojis.

Now though, with your ass up in the air and arms held behind your back while Jake fucked you, you realized what those emojis really meant. And that video had to be one of your best ideas.

“Fuck,” he growled, grinding his thick cock into your ass. “Look so good on camera, babe, my fuckin’ dirty boy.”

“Jake,” you drew out his name, the vowels pulling into a moan as he found that sweet spot.

“Say my name, sweetheart, c’mon for the camera. Gonna watch this every night when I’m away.”

You whimpered, cock aching between your legs where it remained untouched and leaking precum. God, you loved him. Jake was a master at many things - cracking computer systems, D&D, cat facts - but god did he know how to push your buttons just right. He carefully toed the line of teasing and praise, knew how much you could take, and still liked to push the line. His hand moved from where they were holding your forearms in place to covering half of your ass. He squeezed it hard enough to leave a mark, the skin tingling and aching enough to have you pushing your hips back, trying to get him to start fucking you again.

“Whatsa matter? I thought you liked edgin’.” He slapped your ass, the crack of his palm on your flesh burning and echoing around the bedroom. “S’my needy boy want something? All you gotta do is ask.”

His massive frame suddenly bent over you, crushing and jostling you on the bed. Jake pressed his face against yours, glasses and tusk scraping your tear-soaked cheek. You had to blink away tears to see that he had brought his phone with him. The video still being recorded, his stupid big face grinning like a Cheshire cat while you drooled all over your pillow. You looked at your face, groaning deep in your chest as Jake kept grinding into you, kept trying to bury his dick in you. Sweat glistened on your forehead, tears stained your cheeks, your eyes were glassy, your lips slick with spit. You were well and truly fucked and loving every minute of it.

But you needed to cum.

You looked at the time stamp on the video, the little white numbers on the red bar just kept going up and up. How had it been only 15 minutes? It felt like Jake had been trying to split you in half for at least an hour. Your knees ached, your back was sore. It had only been 15 minutes.

“Captain…” you said, gritting your teeth to keep the whine from your voice. Jake’s eyes were so clear in the video you could see them dilate when you said it. “Fuck me please, wanna be full of you, wanna cum on your fat cock.”

Just because two can play the teasing game, you stuck out your bottom lip to pout into the camera. His head dropped down onto the sheets as he moaned, his hips stalling for a moment. A chuckle rumbled through his chest and down your back a moment later though, a mischievous glint in his eyes when he kissed your temple.

“You wanna be full, babe? Need orc cum dripping outta your ass to stop being a fuckin’ tease while I’m away?” He pulled away from you, a shiver coursing down your spine at the loss of his body heat. “Then I’ll give you what you want. No take backs.”

“Ja-”

His name was cut off when he nearly pulled out of you, a weak gasp taking over your voice. Jake didn’t give you any time to think, he plunged his cock into you, lewd squelch of lube and skin slapping against wet skin making you quiver. Your fists dug into the sheets. The bed shook with each thrust of his hips. Every time you thought he’d gone as deep as he could go, he pushed harder and faster, until it felt like you were choking on his dick and not just being railed into next Tuesday.

“Fuck look at your ass shaking for the camera. Like you were fucking made for this.”

“Shi-t,” You whimpered, hand shooting back to grab onto Jake's wrist, anything to keep you from flying off the bed. Your fingers were barely able to wrap around it. Such a simple thought, but it made your head swim. “Jake, I’m so close, please.”

Before you could even move your hand between your legs, he’s flipping you. Your legs were hauled up against his wide chest, the hand not clutching his phone for dear life gripped your cock. He stroked you in time with his thrust, big hand and thick fingers practically consuming your dick. You threw your head back. Every part of you drew up tight, your skin erupting in goosebumps and your mouth falling open. But you didn’t close your eyes, you kept them trained on the camera the best you could.

It’s overwhelming, knowing that Jake was going to watch this later. You don't know when or where, but you know it will happen in a few days, a week, a month if you were really lucky, but he’d use this video. Watch you get absolutely wrecked in the comfort of your shared bed when he was probably in the middle of a jungle… or Miami. But he wanted to take this part of you with him, wanted to remember this part of you for as long as he could, something only for him to see.

“Jake!” You shouted, hole clenching and cum shooting across your belly. “Fuck, fuck, I fucking love you.”

His hips stuttered, a growl ripping through his chest as came. Hot spurts of him painted your insides, filling you to the brim until it almost hurt. You snatched the phone from his hand, stopping the video before you tossed it across the bed. Your hands wove into his short hair and pulled him down until your lips crashed against his. Jake kissed you like it was his dying wish; soft and demanding and full of some passion. His soft lips moved across your face, your neck, tusk scratching at your skin just enough to tickle.

“I love you, too. Just for the record.” He smiled down at you, face a shade of darker green as a flush crept across his cheeks. You let Jake keep moving you around, limbs too tired to listen to your orders. When he pulled his cock out, your abused hole fluttered at the emptiness, cum dripping onto the sheets. “Fuck, you’re a goddamn picture, babe, maybe a gif. What’s better than that? I could watch this forever.”

“Mmmmnnnnn.” You moaned at the sticky feeling, a sly smirk stretching across your face. “Not on video so I guess you’ll have to try again to get that money shot, Captain.”

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Puppet On A String

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Suspension - a form of sexual bondage where a bound person is hung from one or more overhead suspension points.

Warnings: subspace, spider anatomy, soft fluffy feelings, slight dom/sub vibes, blindfold, finger sucking, objectification (feeling like an object, but in a good way), lots and lots of love, aftercare,

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2038

A/N: Drider - a race of centauroid creatures with the upper bodies of dark elves (drows) and the lower bodies of giant spiders. But make it soft and lovey, cause even though it’s the spoopy season, I won’t make spiders any spoopier than they already are.

The first time you felt it, it had been an accident. Wanda, for all her love and support and growth since joining the team, never liked to train without at least two other Avengers around. If she wasn't training completely alone, spending hours in the gymnasium mixing magic and with her own special abilities. She would come back to your shared apartment on shaky limbs, pale and covered in sweat, before spending a good chunk of the evening on her web only to emerge at the call for dinner. Her web was her space, as sacred to her as her magic.

Getting webbed nearly upside down in the training room, your limbs held up by the tight, soft silks that Wanda shot at you was an accident. The first time.

The second time was deliberate.

"You are really okay with this?" You asked, standing on the threshold of Wanda's private space, the one thing she asked for when you got together, when she officially moved into your apartment, the room that held her web.

In the low red lighting, you could see the spell books dangling on strings, the photos of her family and Pietro carefully framed in webbing on the walls, and old DVDs of I Love Lucy casually tossed on the great expanse of her web. Everything in the room screamed Wanda. The object held an unspoken rule, do not touch.

You wanted to be one of those objects.

That first time had been short and caught you both by surprise. You'd never been secured by her webs before, only held the daintily made crafts she would give you for holidays and special events. You could feel the magic thrumming through the threads of her webs, you could feel the warmth and control that radiated from Wanda. Your muscles relaxed into the safety of her presence instantly. It was so natural, so easy for you. You let go, brain floating off into some cloud, you were helpless to do anything but hang there like just another piece of equipment.

You had bruises for almost a week, your joints ached for a few days, your muscles were jelly for a few hours, but your mind couldn’t stop drifting. Every time you saw your girlfriend you were reminded of the feeling. How, for a brief moment, you were nothing and nothing mattered. You wanted that again.

“Yes, puppet.”

Even now, the simple pet name sent a new thrill down your spine. It had always been an inside joke between the two of you that meant nothing, but now… now it was something more. It made the blood rush to your cheeks every time she uttered the word. Her soft, husky voice uttered the word and you were sent careening down a path of no return. She controlled you perfectly, easily, when she called you that.

“Despite my better judgment, I’m willing to indulge you. But we are following my rules.” Wanda said, crossing her arms over her chest, legs dancing across her web as she came to stand in front of you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you saluted her with a smile. “Besides, this is just, ya know… a test. Like we talked about, if either of us aren’t feeling it, we don’t have to do it again.”

“You seem nervous, why?”

“I-”

She was right, of course. You were nervous. What if she regrets letting you in? This was a big step in your relationship. What if she doesn’t like this? What if you fuck up? What if-

“You are thinking too loud.” She tugged you over the threshold and into her room.

Instantly your arms wrapped around her, burying your face in her shoulder. Her mandibles clicked together softly, before curling in and making space for her lips to find yours. Wanda kissed you softly, silencing your thoughts for a moment as your body relaxed. Her front legs hooked under your legs in a swift pull to get to wrap them around her waist.

She carried you closer to the web, with every step further into the room the nervousness melted away. The part of you that was scared of rejection just got caught at the door. Wanda’s hands on your face, on the back of your neck, guiding and coaxing you only helped lower your guard. Not that you really needed it, your girlfriend was magic in more ways than one.

Her mouth, for starters, was always sweet and soft. Wanda’s tender kisses, cautious at the start, her fangs carefully tucked away, to the way she devoured you by the end of it. She covered you in beautiful marks that left the rest of the team blushing. You lived for those heated moments where her mandible would get tangled up around your head, to see her lost in the moment.

Secondly, there were the touches. Not just with her hands, though, Wanda was tactile with every limb. Her hands, her palps, her legs, would wrap around you like they owned you. You could always count Wanda holding your hand, grazing your shoulder, or tapping your butt. She made you feel loved and desired, always, but sometimes that's not what you need.

And those two weapons were doing their worst. So wrapped up in her hands and mouth, you missed the way she stripped you of your clothes. Efficient, that’s what she was. She easily worked through the tasks of carrying you to her web, disrobing you, and turning you into a soft pudding she could mold into whatever she wanted.

A tug, your head being pulled back from her soft lips, brought you back to the surface. You blinked, refocusing and seeing her eyes flash with a spark, red surrounding her irises for a second before they settled again. But you felt the rush of magic and static in the air.

Wanda moved you again and slowly began the process of spinning her silks until you were wrapped up, surrounded in a cocoon so soft and warm. It was the perfect blanket. Your arms were tucked securely behind your back, gentle tension in your chest at the muscles being pulled. Your legs were bent back so your knees were spread and your ankles were tied together near your butt.

“How are you feeling, puppet?” She asked.

You tested the silks, giving a good wiggle where you laid on her web. “Good, not too tight. Just a bit exposed, but in a good way.”

“This next part goes around your eyes, do you still want that?” For a second, nervousness flashed across her features.

“Hey, c’mere,” you nodded, trying to get her within reach. She pressed her hand on your cheek, allowing you to turn and kiss her palm and wrist. “I want this and I want you. I trust you, baby.”

“Close your eyes.” She commanded.

You followed orders, silk wrapped around your head delicately. The world went dark, your breath caught in your throat for a moment but it didn’t last. Soon enough you were floating. The whispers of Wanda’s webbing being shot echoed in your ears as you felt your body being hoisted up. Your muscles pulled and tensed at the joining points. Butterflies erupted in your stomach. A rush of adrenaline and fear coursed through your system before a warm, fuzzy feeling settled inside your mind.

Wanda kissed your forehead, so sweet and gentle. The action caused you to rock ever so slightly, the only sensation you were left with as the helplessness and fear evaporated.

You took a deep breath, leaned into the feeling of falling almost. If you wanted to fly, you knew you had to let go, to allow yourself to be free despite being nothing. For the first few moments, every sound Wanda made in the room made you flinch. Every time a page in The Darkhold was turned, a shiver shot up your spine. Every click and purr from Wanda as she worked caused a soft gasp to come from your lips. But soon they all just became white noise, like cotton had been stuffed in your ears because no matter what, you were just another object caught in the web. Nothing to be concerned about.

The muscles in your stomach were the first to give out, quivering from the strain of holding the arch of your position. But once they relaxed, it was easy for the rest of your body to slip into the nothingness. To be just like the books hanging from the ceiling. Like sand slipping through an hourglass, you slipped from reality, thoughts sliding down the funnel until all that was left was warmth. You were weightless, flying away from your body. Your limbs tingled and buzzed and thrummed with existence, but it didn’t register to release.

You were free.

Pressure leaked from the base of your skull, pulsing through your body before settling between your legs. Your mouth fell open, a shuddering breath drawn in as freedom twisted into a heated arousal. It swirled in the background of your consciousness. You didn’t need to satiate it. That molten feeling seeping into your bones was just sending you higher, further from the room, the apartment, the planet.

But you could feel Wanda everywhere. She surrounded your very existence. No part of you was distant from her. She kept you safe while you were flying, floating through space and time like nothing mattered. She was your watcher.

A weight settled on you, warm and present and encompassing. You hummed at the feeling of it. It swept across you, slowly rolling up your body until it settled under your jaw. There was a swoop in your belly, lowering you closer to earth when fingers teased your slack mouth. A realization, stunted and too late, came to the forefront of your mind. Drool cooled on your chin, leaked from your lips as you closed them around the fingers. You sucked them as much as you could, let them slide across your tongue more than anything.

“...perfect, puppet, come back to me.”

Her honey-sweet voice, tinged with pride and lust, pushed your own arousal to the surface. What was fine swirling in the background was now spiraling out of control. You ached for more touch, for Wanda to intervene and make it go away. You whimpered around her fingers, lapping at the seam of the two in your mouth.

“Oh, puppet,” her hushed voice washed over you. “You're a desperate thing aren’t you. Just waiting to be used by me aren’t you?”

You choked around the fingers, gagging on the idea of being used, being treated like a toy for Wanda to find her pleasure from.

The fingers were slowly removed from your mouth, and the weighted feeling returned to you. Gently moving you, bringing you back to the room, Wanda unwrapped your limbs from their silk confinement. Your ankles, legs, hands, and arms became yours again. Your body became yours again, but she moved it like it was still just hers. With each part of you revealed to the world, Wanda kissed the flesh. She held your weight like it was nothing.

Lips pressed against yours, drawing a weak, small moan from them. It was all coming back so quickly, it had all happened so fast. The blindfold pulled from you revealed a warmly lit room, a soft red glow from Wanda’s eyes acting as gravity and pulling you completely back to yourself.

You smiled at her, trembling lips and limbs struggling to cooperate with you. A straw was placed between your lips and you sucked up the juice greedily.

“Easy, love, you did so well. So beautiful.” She brushed her palps across your body, tucking them into her body so she could fully wrap her legs around you.

“S’good?” You slurred, blurry eyes searching for her.

A hand guided your cheek up so you could see her properly. She beamed at you, the sweetest smile on her lips and nose scrunching up with pure joy. Warmth burst in your chest, head rushing at the sheer amount of love you could feel around you.

“Next time, I will use you like you are my treasure, but for now we sleep.”

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Bump In The Night

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Somnophilia - a form of sexual fetishism which is characterized by the desire to have sex with an unconscious human object who is unable to respond.

Warnings: noncon, primal play, biting/claiming, blood, "outdoor" sex, beast-like/animalistic Victor Creed, lots of crying, a bit spooky, dead dove don't eat

Relationships: Bogeyman!Victor Creed x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1170

A/N: Bogeyman - a type of mythical creature used by adults to frighten children into good behavior. In this AU, he is more loosely based on Pitch Black from Rise of The Guardians (film). Also, he is obviously not frightening a child. We're all adults here.

The rolling thunder, the dark clouds ready to burst, the wind wiping the leaves against your legs - it was all so cliche and typical. Moving back home after escaping this backwoods town was as the weather suggested, a nightmare. Bad luck followed you; first losing your job, then your boyfriend leaving, and the final nail in your coffin was your roommate moving out. No longer able to afford rent, you were forced to move into your grandparents' spare bedroom.

Their old farmhouse shook under a light breeze, the storm brewing ensured you wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. Not that sleep had been easy to come by recently. You were plagued with fictional nightmares as well. Visions of dark forests and being chased by some beast causing you to wake up in a cold sweat and panting with an ache between your legs. The details always blurred together, but the fear, the pure terror, and adrenaline that coursed through you the moment before waking lingered with you.

It's why you found yourself avoiding sleep, taking walks late into the night. The impending storm drove you inside now though. Better to be dry and indoors than risk catching a cold or being blown over by the bad weather. Autopilot took over from there, going through your nightly routine as if you wouldn't spend the next few hours laying in bed on your phone waiting for exhaustion to finally take over.

The words on your phone blurred and the light faded into darkness. Consciousness slipped through your grasp like the mud between your fingers as you clawed your way up off the forest floor. There wasn't time to think, you just knew you had to run. Your muscles burned as you crashed through the trees. Branches, twigs, and leaves crushed under your bare feet echoed around you.

Then you heard it. The deep rumblings behind you, the growl of some sort of beast that was gaining on you, hunting you down. Overhead the moon was full, pale white light providing no guidance for you through the forest. A howl ripped through the air. Your body jolted and stumbled as the sound rattled your bones and made your own throat ache. Every step became harder, heavier, as you ran for your life.

You slipped on the wet leaves, feet tangling together as you hit the dirt. The breath forced from your lungs hurt more than the branches stabbing into your skin. A flash of claws and sharp teeth, heavy panting hot against your neck. You wait for the pain, for your flesh to be ripped from the bone but it never comes.

The thing's teeth rest on your neck and drool spilling from its jaws soaks your shirt. You've never survived this long. The beast clawed at the fabric of your pajamas and all you could do was lay there frozen in the soft forest floor, every breath feeling like you were drowning.

"Mmm, frail," A deep manly voice rumbled against your ear. "You ain’t ever been this good for me."

You couldn't move. Your brain and muscles weren't connecting. Panic and fear demanded you to fight back, to try and run more, but all your body was willing to do was shake. A tongue licked up your neck, heated breath cooling the spit left behind.

"I can smell it, kitten, ya fuckin’ reek of fear. It's all mine."

He pressed into your back, his full weight crushing you into the soft leaves. Darkness surrounded you. Clawed hands caressed your flesh, moving across your sides even when it still felt like he was pinning you down. You thought you struggled when those hands spread your legs apart. Your mind screeched for you to fight back, to use the little bit of self-defense you had to fight, but all you did was cry.

Fat tears slipped from your eyes as his cock teased your hole, the blunt head of it just sitting there until you let your guard down. You knew it was coming, knew what was going to happen to you, but that didn't stop the terror. The sheer size and weight of the man made you tremble.

He was going to split you in half.

"That's it, frail, cry for me."

Before you could scream, his hand clamped over your mouth. His cock thrust into your shaking body, setting your insides on fire. You whimpered into his palm as pain radiated from your hole, muscles pulsing and desperately trying to adjust to the cock carving out a new space inside you. More tears spilled from your eyes. It was all you could do until he was done with you. Suffer in the darkness, waiting for release.

Teeth scraped against your neck, sharp canines breaking the delicate skin near your shoulder. At the first swipe of his tongue, his hips pulled back and thrust forward. He pounded your body into the dirt, snarling in your ear, spitting and drooling over the side of your face. The beast yanked you back, bending your neck painfully until his tongue lapped up the tears streaming down your cheeks. His breath reeked of death and blood.

“Shit, paralyzed with fear ain’tcha, more like a bunny than a kitten. Shakin’, sweatin’, and cryin’, all that adrenaline, all that blood rushing through ya, so fuckin’ good.”

He slammed his cock into you harder and harder with each thrust until he wasn’t even pulling out anymore. He was rutting into you like an animal, grinding his cock into your hole until you’d never forget the feel of it searing your insides. Like you would ever forget these feelings: the fear of the dark, the trees, and the teeth were forever embedded in your psyche now.

Just as you hoped you would pass out, that your mind would finally let you escape from this horrid existence you felt his lips on your throat. It was such a wrong feeling against the damp and the dirt and the never-ending pain. He kissed your racing pulse over and over again like he couldn’t stop, each kiss becoming more wet and open-mouthed. A snarl filled the air, ripping through you and making you jerk in the grasp of the beast.

“Sshhh now don’t get any ideas, kitten, you’ve been so good for me, frail, don’t-”

Teeth sank into you, lights blinded you, and forced your eyes to open.

You panted into your tear and sweat-soaked sheets, pulling air into your lungs too quickly for your heart to handle. You couldn’t move, your whole body feels like it's being pressed into the mattress by an invisible weight. Bile and panic rise in your throat, fresh tears spring to your eyes. Warm, wet, air breezed over you, coated your skin in goosebumps, and forced a choked sob from your lips. Teeth scraped against your neck, just like in your dream, his tongue slick and reeking of blood.

“I told ya not to, frail, but we can finish with you awake.”

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Let's Marvin Gaye and Get It On

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Car Sex - having sex or performing sexual acts in a car.

Warnings: Car Sex, bird nonsense, ‘mating’ season, fluff, pining, a little messy and sloppy, hand jobs, I'm sorry about your car.

Relationships: Harpy!Sam Wilson x Male!Reader

Word Count: 2008

A/N: Harpy - A rapacious monster described as having a human's head and body and a bird's wings and claws or depicted as a bird of prey with a human's face. But make it soft and sweet and silly.

He was beautiful. The way he moved through the air like it was by the grace of the gods, like the sky was so lucky as to have him there amongst the clouds and breeze. A whirlwind of feathers and skin shining under the later afternoon sun.

Sam landed on the training paddock with a flourish, shaking out his wings and removing the new field gear you had requested he test out. The newer, lighter pack and boosters helped to shield him from gun fire and return fire while in flight. He knelt down to remove the training weights from his ankles and sighed, stretching out his talons before giving you a smile that set your heart fluttering like hummingbird wings.

"So what do you think? Anything need adjusting?"

“Dude, you ask me that every time, what do I always say?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, a sheepish smile on your face recalling all the ways Sam has praised your craftsmanship, compared you to Tony Stark even.

You took the gear from him and turned to head back into the compound. You wanted to talk to him more, the start of conversations forming on the tip of your tongue but falling short. Sam was a busy guy, he had stuff to do, hero stuff you were sure, and you shouldn’t keep him away from that. Soft feathers tickled your neck when he wrapped his arm around you, your whole body stiffening at the contact to avoid melting into his warmth and safety.

“So tonight, all the cool people are going out for drinks, and you should definitely come along.”

He smiled at you, the one that was blinding and cheeky and, you hoped, flirty. You’d been trying very hard to not fall into the pit of doom that was an office crush, but Sam Wilson was impossible to deny. You practically dove head first into that pit after the first time you were assigned to upgrade his flight gear. He was kind, hilarious, unfairly gorgeous. How could you not fall for him?

You agreed to meet up at the bar with everyone after the end of your shift. Coworkers enjoying a few beers to destress after a long week at work, bros hanging out, you could do that. Nothing about the invite implied anything remotely romantic, but it didn’t stop you from fussing in your rearview mirror before getting out of your car.

The team was easy to spot inside, easily the biggest and loudest group. Clint and Bucky were already arm wrestling, Natasha and Sharon had a small crowd of men around them, and Sam was nowhere in sight. You weren't going to let that get you down though, quickly joining Scott and a few other lab techs and engineers who tagged along. It was easy, chatting with friends about different projects and getting caught up in Scott's magic tricks. You were completely distracted from what was happening in the far corner of the bar.

"All right, all right, all right everybody! Tonight's first round of karaoke will be performed by the one, the only, The Falcon."

A round of applause erupted as Sam took the stage. As the music started to play, Scott shook your shoulders, giving you this look like you were supposed to know what that meant. You looked back up at the stage to cheer on Sam and he was looking directly at you.

"Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long," he sang.

Oh.

Oh gods.

Sam pointed directly at you, "Let's get it on."

You were on fire, surely. Your crush was serenading you. In public. In front of his friends. His voice was deep, angelic, and soaking your brain in those warm fuzzy feelings that made your insides turn to mush. He started dancing slowly to the music, some of his feathers flared, wings and chest puffing out. Heat rose in your cheeks as he continued to sing to you, completely ignoring the men and women fawning over him closer to the stage. All of the team was looking at you with sly smiles, Clint wiggling his eyebrows at you and Scott giving you a thumbs up.

As the song came to an end you rushed up to the stage and grabbed Sam's hand, his longer talons circling your hands. It was easy to drag him out to the parking lot. It was easy to let Sam pull you into a kiss before you could even unlock the car doors. It was easy convincing Sam to get in the back seat.

It wasn't easy convincing yourself that maybe the parking lot of a karaoke bar was the best place for your first time with Sam. Not that you were really ready, or prepared. Your back seat wasn't really where you store lube and condoms anymore. This kind of stuff didn't really happen with how busy your work shifts were nowadays and-

"Fuck," Sam groaned, rolling his hips into yours, pressing his hard cock into your hip, talons digging into your shirt. "I've wanted to ask you for two damn mating seasons to go with me. Jus' didn't know how, but now, gods, I can't get enough of ya."

Every heated confession he moaned against your skin sent shivers down your spine. You sealed your lips to his, fingers dipping into the feathers that decorated his shoulders, until it wasn't enough. You needed to feel Sam everywhere. He seemed to agree just as much, but he didn't seem to be as considerate as you in the moment.

A talon sliced through the front of your shirt, your chest stuttering as the tip grazed your skin. His eyes were born wide, gaze stuck on the way your body reacted to his. Only when you said his name did he look at you, that smile you hoped was always flirtatious on his lips.

You kissed his lips, soft and plush against yours. His desire was euphorically grounding, like finally the right amount of gravity was resting on you. It was your turn to roll your hips with him pinning you down like that, show him how much you wanted him and needed him right then. Months of pining and trying not to think of his talons digging into the flesh of your ass were coming to an end. You were going to know exactly how that felt, how his feathers would feel tickling all of you and not just your neck, how his cock would feel.

"Fuck, Sam, if you don't fuck me right now I might explode."

"You have lube, dove?"

You pause, catching breath while his question seeps into your brain. "You sing me that Marvin Gaye song and you don't bring lube, Wilson?"

"I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far, every time I flirted with you, you didn't flirt back."

"Oh my gods," you groaned, your head falling back against the fake leather seat and closing your eyes in embarrassment.

Sam laughed, a deep rumbling sound that came from his chest and shook the whole vehicle. His forehead knocked against yours lightly, his nose tracing yours until you opened your eyes. Gods, he was beautiful, pure fucking light and joy. You pulled him down for another kiss, whining when his talons wrapped around the back of your neck.

You moved your hand down his naked chest, fingers dancing over the expanse of muscles on his stomach. His body was so warm, feathers around his hips softer than you thought they'd be. He nipped at your bottom lip before biting and kissing at your neck. The need for more, more touching, more action, made your hands shake as they undid Sam's pants.

At the first touch of your hand running through the short feathers to grab his cock, Sam's wings puffed and slammed into the front seat and back window of the car. You laughed when he grumbled, an apology falling from your lips even when his other hand undid your pants.

While you didn't nearly jump out of the car, you did whimper when Sam's taloned hand wrapped around your dick. It was ecstasy, warmth pooling in your belly while sparks shot up your spine and made your head feel fuzzy. And when he started moving that hand, sharp claws teasing your delicate skin, it was almost too much. You wished you could see it. How different, and yet the same, his body looked next to yours, how his cock looked wrapped in your hand, how his hand looked wrapped around your neck.

He shuddered as you started to move your hand to the same rhythm.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he groaned, pushing his face into your neck, mouthing at your pulse. "Jus' matin' season makes everythin' really intense."

"Just let me know if it's good, we can stop-"

"I swear, I'll molt all over this damn car if you stop," Sam hissed.

He fucked into your fist now more than you were stroking him. His cock leaked over your fingers, dribbling down and coating his own fingers still wrapped around your cock. The tip of his cock kept pumping into yours, a moan catching in your throat each time the wet tip touched your heated skin. More, more, more, you needed more and you needed it now before you both completely lost it.

"Fuck, Sam,” you grunted, hips grinding up to meet his, throwing your head back and hitting the arm rest. “Shit.”

“That’s right, dove, c’mon, wanna see ya make a mess,” he whispered against your ear, breath hot, panting against you.

He moved his hand from your neck and gripped the seat, his other hand letting go of your cock. You whimpered at the loss of friction and tugged at the feathers at the base of his skull, wordlessly demanding he touch you again.

“Hush now, dove, I got ya.” He pushed himself, smiling deviously before he moved your sticky hand away from his cock as well.

Sam took both cocks into his hand, the slick glide against your sensitive skin the more you were desperate for. He slowly moved his fist up, a talon catching the little dribble of the precum leaking from your cock. You moaned into his mouth, your lips right there to kiss him, but not sealing it. Not yet.

“Gods, fuck, faster, I wanna cum, please, Sam, please.” Your sticky hand grappled for something to use as leverage, anything just so you could rock your hips harder into Sam’s.

Arousal burned in your gut, your cock covered in the slick leaking from Sam, his feathers taunting your exposed skin. Sweat clung to your skin, making you slide on the seat with each thrust of your hips. It didn’t matter, you were so close you just wanted to cum, wanted Sam to cum all over your stomach. Your hand slipped off the center console, forcing you to fall back against the seat and Sam to move too hard and fast, gripping your cocks hard to steady himself.

"Sam!"

You squealed, a sound you didn't know you could make, but quickly forgotten as cum painted his fist. Your cock dribbled out all it could while Sam moved with more urgency. Every other word out of his mouth now was laced with praise and desperation.

"So fuckin' gorgeous, damn, wanna hear you screaming my name over and over again, dove. Fuckin' music, shit, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-"

His lips slammed down on to your slack mouth, tongue swiping across yours, when he came. It coated your stomach and chest, hot and sticky. Sam's cum covered the both of you, ropes of it gluing you together. You broke the kiss off with a contented sigh, a lazy smile on your lips. He kissed your face, your neck, anywhere he could reach before he finally settled his forehead against yours.

The sound of fabric ripping forced you to come down from the clouds and open your eyes.

"Sorry," he winced, flexing the talons on his hand.

"Next time, we are doing this in your car."

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Breach of Ethics

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Double Penetration - a wide-ranging term that collectively refers to inserting two body parts or objects into a person for sexual pleasure

Warnings: Dubcon (but you get into it), pain kink, a bit of an aphrodisiac thing, rough sex, biting, blood, outdoor sex, shark anatomy that is semi accurate, there are many benefits to being a marine biologist

Relationships: Mermaid!Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2337

A/N: Mermaid - a mythical sea creature with the head and trunk of a person and the tail of a fish, conventionally depicted as beautiful… but make it sharks. Is this coherent? Who's to say?

The clear blue sky, and even bluer waters, looked promising, like the depths of the ocean would be kind to you and the team today. The early morning sun was slowly rising into the sky and ready to tackle the day just like you were. This trip had been the most successful one yet, tagging and cataloguing the migrating sharks through this area as they began their search for mates this season.

But there was one you were desperate to track, a beast of a fish who you'd only caught a glimpse of on the first day almost two weeks ago. The research team made jokes about it being your white whale, that there was no way you spotted a great white in these waters. You swore up and down you had though, and today was your last day to prove it.

You gave a mock salute to your assistant as you popped your regulator in your mouth. A rush of air, the gentle smack of your body falling into the ocean was the last thing you heard. You found position and reoriented yourself. There were a few mako and lemon sharks floating around, sporting the same orange tracking tag that you had stowed in the retractable spear at your waist. A few other divers on the team fell into the water.

It was a long day, both in and out of the water. Dark clouds moved in from the south, headed towards land. The team tried to convince you to come back aboard, but stubbornness got the best of you.

“What’s a little rain?” You shouted, “Not like I’m gonna melt.”

You dove back under, swimming deeper despite how dark it had gotten. It wasn’t really safe to be diving alone like this, but the gulf was safe enough. The sharks were more interested in each other at this time of year than they were anything else. You pulled your camera from your belt when you saw a pair of lemon sharks circling each other. The smaller male whipped and latched on to the female’s pectoral fin. You snapped a picture of the rare sight, ready to snap another when you feel a tug on your distance line.

When you surfaced, the boat was gone. You spun in circles, waves getting chopper by the second as the brewing storm picked up. They wouldn't leave you. Something had to be seriously wrong.

"HELP!"

You shouted and shouted, rolling on to your back into a rescue position to save energy. When you remembered your flare gun strapped to your thigh, it was too late. Something grabbed hold of your flipper and you were dragged under. Your lungs burned as salt water filled them, your insides burning under the pressure and lack of air. Whatever grabbed you moved fast, not deterred by your thrashing and kicking for a moment as it raced through the ocean.

Just as you lost consciousness, your body was flung into the air. Your back slammed on to a craggy, sandy beach hard enough to dislodge the water trapped in your lungs. You coughed and spluttered, tried to roll over even, but something kept you trapped on your back. With every clean breath of air you tried to take in, your lungs angrily rejected it and forced more water from your body. You weren’t even sure that was even possible, but every breath was laboured, harsh, and aching to the bone.

A hand rubbed your chest, ripped the front of your wetsuit right down the center to sooth the heated skin underneath.

“O-Jesus!” You flailed, eyes bugging out at the man leaning over you. “Fuck, get fucking off.”

“Woah, woah, calm down. Is this your first time?”

“First time, what? Being kidnapped?”

“Oh,” the guy smiled, a set of sharp teeth making your insides flip. “You wanna play it like that? Okay, okay, I am Sam. My favourite fish is red snapper. This is like my fifth time so I like to think I know what I’m doing.”

You gaped at him, sudden lack of air causing you to cough again. You had to get out of here, wherever here was, you were going to run like hell and get back in the water if you had to. Your elbows dug into the sand and you shoved. With all your might, you pushed, but your legs were trapped under something. Sam just kept smiling, nodding, winking at you as you struggled. It was only when you looked at what was pinning your legs to the wet sand did you see it.

The tail, huge and shimmering like the wet sand, covered your lower body. Scars covered parts of the caudal fin, up all the way to the dorsal fin that merged...

“What the fuuu-”

Your eyes moved back to Sam, getting caught up in the way the greyish brown sharkskin met hard flesh, only to turn into flaps at his sides. Gills, the man had gills and a tail and-

“Holy shit.”

Before you could stop yourself, you poked at webbing under his arms. It was thin, very elastic, designed to increase swim speeds while allowing full range of motion. His arms, and the rest of him, felt cool. Clearly, to help him regulate body temperature under the water. Sam was a merman… and a shark one at that. This was the scientific discovery of a lifetime of the millennium.

“Not gonna lie, this is kinda killing the mood.” He grabbed your hand, pinning above your head. “You just have to lay here, let me get my groove thing on, and then we can move on with our lives.”

“Excu-”

Sam kissed you, his lips smashing against yours with more force than you expected. Teeth teased the seam of your lips, pain bubbling up to the surface of your skin only to be licked away with a sweep of his tongue. Where the fuck did he learn to kiss like this? Why were you pulling him closer with the hand he hadn’t pinned down? Your fingers dug into the back of his neck to keep him in place, to keep his lips working over yours.

This was absolutely a dehydration fantasy and not happening in real life. The thought surfaced for a moment, suddenly calming the strange guilt you felt lapping at your stomach, trying to get you to feel bad for the sudden rush of arousal you felt from rolling your hips up to meet his body. If this is a dream, your mind's last ditch effort to make your last moments painless, well, you were going to fully enjoy it.

“Damn,” you broke off the kiss, gulping down air. “You’re-”

“Amazing, a love machine, I know,” he smirked, dark eyes shimmering with mirth and hunger. “We good now?”

“Oh yeah,” you grinned.

Sam ripped your wetsuit in two. Bulging, slick muscles glistened under the overcast sky. God, what would he look like basking in the sun, under the shimmering clear blue waters? Your fantasy was really ticking a lot of boxes right now. He grabbed your hips, pushed you down under him more until you felt your thighs get caught on his pectoral fins and spread you open.

Suddenly you were in first year marine biology class again, listening to stupid boys giggle about having two dicks. It wasn’t something you’d even thought about until right now. Sharks so rarely were seen mating, and just because your fantasy merman boyfriend was shark-like didn’t mean he would have... You yelped when you felt them move.

“Just relax, pup, it’s your first time. I’ll be gentle.” Sam kissed you again, soft and fast.

You didn’t have time to think. One moment you were looking up at Sam, the next you were awash in pain. The smell of the blood hit you hard in the gut. You couldn’t move your neck, your shoulder, pinned down by the weight of his teeth piercing your skin. Tears sprung to your eyes, the pain burst through every nerve.

“Fuck, Sam,” you cried.

He moaned against you, slurping and vibrating your skin like that would stop pain pulsing through you. You tried to grab onto him, get a hold of him to get him to let go but your hand wouldn’t stop shaking. Was this what shock was like? Were you going into shock?

His body rolled forwards, his cocks smoothly gliding across your pussy aided by the water washing over you both. One of them caught your slit, plunging forward at the next roll of his hips. Sam kept a slow and steady pace, fucking into you easily with one cock stretching you just right. You groaned, his second cock teased your clit with every thrust.

It was all getting confusing. This was your dream. Why were you in so much pain yet feeling like your head was swimming in a pool of arousal? Every stroke of Sam’s slick cock had your pussy clutching, your hips bucking up despite how it hurt your shoulder. You wanted the pain to stop, but you wanted to be fucked first.

“Sam, Sam,” you moaned as his thrusts picked up, your change in tone and own movement spurring him on. “More, fuck, gimme more.”

You felt him groan more than you heard him, your skin coming alight under his harsh grip. His free hand moved between your bodies, slipping down your stomach until his thumb replaced his cock to tease your clit. He moved his finger fast, in tight circles, until you were panting and whining for him. You needed more. The pain had drifted off until all you could focus on was arousal pulsing through your cunt. Your toes dug into the sand as you arched into his hand, pussy milking the hard cock still inside you.

The teeth in your shoulder shifted, and for a moment, you thought he’d let you go. But Sam bit down harder, tearing at the skin until you screamed. It felt like another wave was crashing over your senses, sending you into a whirlwind you had no control over. Sam’s thumb moving away from your clit was nearly as shocking as his teeth. The rush of sensation roaring through you was making your chest tighten again. Like you were drowning, but with every breath you took, all you could smell of was blood and sex and salt water.

“Please,” you pleaded with him, begged him to let you go.

He didn’t understand that. Sam mumbled something against your aching flesh, felt his tongue lap at the skin it could reach, but he didn’t let go. Your head fell back into the sand as you were overcome with a buzzing sensation, pain replaced with only the rhythmic thrusts, a slow grind of wet hips opening you up and up and up until it was dragging you down again. Sam’s fingers swiped through the mess between you, where his cock was still fucking you.

The pressure, a stretch of your legs further spread up and out, had you whimpering. Your fingers clawed at Sam’s back as he moved, pushing his cocks into your spent pussy. It was deliciously painful, overwhelming and making your breath come out in choked pants. All you could see were broad shoulders and grey sky, and your mind was barely comprehending that. Every thought that swam through your mind was caught in the tempest of arousal over taking you.

You wailed when he bottomed out, when his hips connected with yours completely again. Sam moaned as well, a shiver coursing down his spine that you felt deep inside you. Your hips bucked once, trying to adjust to the feeling of being stuffed to the brim, and then it was a race. Slow and gentle Sam was gone, a primal need replacing what little care he had. His hips snapped into yours, never pulling too far out but pushing in deeper with each thrust. He fucked into you like he was going to die if he didn’t, like he was the one dreaming and you were his fantasy girlfriend.

Strings of words were forced from your lips between moans and cries of pleasure. Sam grunted in response, forcing his hips to move faster, pound into your stretched cunt as hard as he could. Every time you clenched around him, you could feel the cocks, two distinct muscles moving inside you in tandem and forcing you higher up some kind of wave that was reaching its crest faster than it should have.

"Sam, Sam, I'm gonna-"

He screamed into your shoulder when your pussy gushed around his cocks. You felt them swell inside you as you fluttered, squeezing his cocks until you felt him cum. Filling you up, pushing in deeper, if that was even possible, as you flopped into the sand.

A groan, free and loud, no longer muffled by the meat of your shoulder.

"Damn, best fuck-," you groaned trying to pull away but finding yourself still pinned.

"I wouldn't, pup," Sam winced. "You really haven't ever done this?"

"Sam, I've had sex."

"Really, cause you should know we are still gonna be here for at least five minutes."

"Nah, nah, I'm gonna wake up or die."

"Uuuuhhh," he looked down at you, tongue darting out to clean up his bottom lip. "First, that sounds rude, like I am not good at mating where I am definitely crushing it right now. See?" He moved his hand and pressed firmly on your stomach.

"Oh fuck," you groaned at the immense pressure.

"Uh huh, filled right up to the brim and smelling so fucking ripe. Definitely gonna be pregnant."

"What?"

"Second, we are definitely here at this moment. I can feel your pussy, I can smell us, and," he finally unpinned your hand and placed it on his chest, him doing the same, "we are alive."

You stared at Sam, stared at the beautiful and definitely real mermaid… merman on top of you, inside of you, and sighed.

"Shit, this is a huge breach of ethics."

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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Drizzle Me In Love

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Food Play - refers to any situation in which food is used in an erotically charged way. This can range from partners feeding each other to Wet and Messy fetishism, where the arousal comes from seeing a partner covered in food.

Warnings: dubcon from alcohol consumption, slight feeder vibes, chubby!thor, spit kink, dry humping, sub space, slight dom/sub vibes

Relationships: Minotaur!Thor Odinson x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1080

A/N: Minotaur - a monster shaped half like a man and half like a bull, confined in the labyrinth. He has returned! Our ultimate lonely (though not so lonely now) himbo Thor is ready to have some fun. (haha technically I am only like 30 minutes late with this one!)

It was definitely the wine. Your muddled brain was definitely having these thoughts because of the new summer wine. Why else would you be watching Thor's fingers so intently? The way they dipped slices of apples and pears into honey, golden nectar drooling down the knuckles and his tongue darting out to catch them. It took every ounce of strength you had to stop the whimper that tried to escape your mouth. You licked your own lips, suddenly chapped. Surely another drink would solve this problem?

It only made everything worse.

Thor was more than happy to keep drinking and eating into the evening, topping up the cups and producing more bottles. His thunderous laughter echoed around the labyrinth, shaking the heavens and rattling the stars until you were certain they'd fall. You told him as much, which only caused more laughter. The smile on your lips was so strong, so vibrant, your cheeks ached. Never had you been happier, or more enraptured with someone.

You watched Thor's thick finger dip directly into the honey, crisp fruits completely forgotten now that you both had bellies full of wine. His eyes flicked to yours before he popped the digit into his mouth. He slurped and sucked and moaned until it was too obscene to not be funny, but all you could do was squirm. Your thighs pressed tighter together, your teeth dug into your bottom lip to keep all the embarrassing noises that wanted to come out of you firmly inside.

"Come here, little one."

His rumbling voice was clear, commanding, something you'd never heard from your Minotaur. Usually so soft-spoken, this new tone caused goosebumps to erupt over your flesh. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, your mouth dried up while the ache grew between your legs. You crawled across your picnic, knocking aside platters of fruits, vegetables, and fresh breads as your hands trembled, head reeling and swimming and floating all at once. His lap just looked so inviting, so big and so soft. It was all Thor and his indulgence. Your trek to him didn’t stop until you straddled one of his thick thighs, licking your lips as his eyes sparkled.

As he brought his hand up to your face, you saw it. In the dying light of the sunset, droplets still glistened on his finger. Honey that he hadn’t cleaned off still clung to him, sticky and sweet, demanding your attention more than his own ravenous stare. You grabbed his wrist without thinking, your tongue darting out to catch the sweetness. A whine, so gentle and just as sweet as the honey on your tongue, came from deep in your throat. It was unrestrained, running wild and out in the open, finally set free as your own willpower slipped right through your fingers.

“So this is what all those little noises were about then?” He hummed, pressing his nose into your temple.

Thor’s breath was sickeningly sweet, honey and wine and ozone clouding your senses even further. With every suckle at his fingers, every little kitten lick, the more hazy your thoughts became. Unlike the wine, this was all his doing. Thor knew, he had to know, why else would he act like this? When he pulled his hand free from your grasp, that same noise stumbled over your slack lips, tongue darting out to catch the last dribble of sweetness there.

He kissed you, slow and thorough. His rough tongue filling your mouth just as his fingers had moments ago, the taste of honey so much sweeter and stronger here. You sucked, drowning in his moans and the way he yanked you closer to him until his hard cock burned between your legs. You rutted down into him, chasing the feeling and taste of it all.

“Thor,” you gasped when he broke off the kiss, chasing after his spit slick lips.

“I know what you want, little one,” he said.

It was so simple for him, so clear despite how wine addled your brain felt. Two of his fingers appeared in front of you again, this time laden with more honey. As you tried to lean into them, tongue already hanging out of your eager mouth, he stilled you with a squeeze to your hip. You watched those fingers be stuffed into his own mouth, that same slurping sound echoed around your skull, was permanently burned into your memories like a brand.

Except he didn’t swallow. Thor’s throat didn’t move a single inch as the side of his mouth puffed out a little, but there was no constricting of his throat. Your eyes closed slowly, trying to blink away the syrup feeling dripping down the back of your neck as you listened to him clean his sticky fingers. Another whine, this time much more demanding and needy, came from you as your hands rose to clutch his broad, bare shoulders.

The fingers popped from his sealed lips. Not a single trace of the sweet nectar left on them this time. Thor gripped your chin, giving your loose jaw a shake to bring you back to him, to warn you about being so gone on him. Your fingers pulsed, digging deeper into the thick gold fur that coated his shoulders. He tipped your head back ever so slightly before he spit the honey into your mouth.

It coated your teeth, your tongue, your throat. The thick syrup coated every corner of your insides, all the way down to your tummy. Your eyes fluttered close, falling headfirst into a sea of warm syrup and fuzzy love. Thor chased the taste, watched your shallow swallow before he pushed his tongue down your throat. His sticky fingers didn’t let go of you. He held you still even as his hips moved in time with his tongue.

You don’t know how long this went on, how much honey you drank and sucked and slurped from Thor before you were coming completely undone at the seams. He seemed tireless, the single jar of honey in your picnic bottomless. Even as the drool and saliva leaked from the corners of your mouth, your cum staining his trousers, he didn’t stop.

“Need you so full of it, little one, as sweet as you can be for me. Just one more for me, until it’s all gone.”

All you could do was nod your head and stick out your tongue, waiting for more of the sweet honey to coat your very soul.

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