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So...quick question for those of my followers who are still active....
I want to keep writing for COD but I also want to work on a passion project next year that's been stewing for literal years.
So, if I started working on a new COD fic but it updated very very slowly, would you still be interested?
I keep putting off this passion project and I've decided next year is the year I'm just going to sit down and do it, but I don't want to abandon my other fandoms and writing. So I'm still planning on the hybrid fic, it'll just be updating very slowly. Probably slower than even CRCB was towards the end.
So...yeah. I can just hold off on the hybrid fic until I finish the project if you'd rather have regular updates again. Idk when I'll be done though so it might be quite a while. Or if you're okay with slow updates I can do both at the same time so I don't burn out on one or the other.
My spoiler filled reaction and opinions for ST5 Vol 1 below the cut!
Please keep in mind that these are opinions and it's not that deep. I will not be debating. This is not in order cuz I'm writing at work on my breaks.
First off cuz I'm me. I'm a little sad that there was no Eddie but we knew that was gonna happen. They've only been telling us that since ST4 .
To jump off from that point, Dustin looks so much like him! The hair, the shirt, the RINGS! Also baby boy Held. His. Own. Against Andy and his lackeys and even though he lost I'm so proud of how good he did! I really hope that he tells the others about that though, they need to know what he's going through, he needs to let them be there for him! I know that Vecna is definitely going to use his grief against him at some point, they wouldn't be zeroing in on it so much if he wasn't, but I hope it ends in a Party heart-to-heart.
I knew Steve and Robin at the radio station was gonna slap but the fact that Steve is the one running the sound effects while Robin DJs is just so 😩 I LOVE IT! She's already a certified yapper and now she gets paid to do it! And he just seems in his element with the timing and effect choices! (I cannot wait to write sound booth and van smut omg).
Robin and Vicky are so fucking cute just like I knew they would be! And the tension with Vicky not knowing about the Upside-Down and Robins involvement is just so 🤌
Robin and Will becoming friends was inevitable but it still makes me SO happy! Robin being Wills gay mentor is so sweet. Boy needs someone who Gets It™.
Murray being their smuggler is so fitting for the character, and honestly I'm glad that it has him kinda in-and-out since I've never really liked him all that much.
I keep seeing people talking about the Steve/Nancy/Jonathan love triangle and while I'm sure that's what the Duffers are going for, all I could see was Steve trolling Jonathan about his jealousy (which in this case is more possessiveness). It looked to me like they really dialed back Steve's flirting/pining for Nancy.
Erica is an icon as always, girl didn't even HESITATE with that needle 😂
I know it's like, half the plot of the entire show, but I'm getting real sick of the militaries bs at this point. They have seen the Party fight and win multiple times and show that they know more than them about what's going on for several years now yet they still wanna act like they know jack shit? Be so for real right now. I just wanna see them get their asses so thoroughly handed to them that they finally just fuck off.
It took me an embarrassing amount of time to recognize Dr. Kay's actress and she couldn't have been better cast!
The tension between Steve and Dustin breaks my heart, those boys are brothers and to see them fighting so much because Dustin is hurting and Steve doesn't know how to help him is down right painful, but it'll definitely get some resolution, ain't no way they're gonna leave it like this.
The entire sequence of the Demogorgon taking Holly I was praying that Ted and Karen would survive. I hate Ted, we're kinda supposed to not like him, but I didn't want him to die because I feel like it would have been a cheap drama point that wouldn't serve any real purpose, putting him in a coma gets him out of the way very neatly. And Karen kicked ASS! She may have lost but lady said "Fuck this shit" and used a broken bottle! That's badass as fuck!
Max!!!! I was wondering how they would work her in as more than a coma patient and this is perfect! That said the flash back of her trying to escape and fucking HESITATING made me so mad like girl! Stop standing there and RUN!
Speaking of Holly, I adore her character and I'm not ashamed to say I cried during her scene with Mike. It made me think of my own brother. I'm really looking forward to where Vol 2 takes her.
El is So. Fucking. Cool. This season! The powers! That JUMP! She did NOT come to play!
KALI????!!!!!???? THAT FUCKING FULL CIRCLE!!! I WAS PRAYING THEY WERE GONNA FIND A WAY TO TIE HER IN AGAIN!!!
With Will, Holly, all the other kids that Vecna is taking the through line is clear, they all have powers and I love how they're basically confirming that it's genetic and not because of MK-Ultra like was hinted when El went to see her mom.
All in all I loved everything they did and I'm so hype to see where they take it in Vol 2!
Thinking about Eddie with an SO who has anxiety and isolates/hides when it gets bad.
Like, normally you're both super chatty, talking on the phone during breaks at work or between classes, but then one day he calls your work when you normally take your break and they tell him that you called in sick but that can't be right because you would've called him too so he knows you're okay.
It scared him the first time it happened, he all but ran to your house to check on you, prepared to nurse you back to health but instead finds you in tears on your bed, terrified that he, and everyone else, secretly hates you and thinks you're annoying and needy and clingy. And you are needy and clingy but he loves that about you. Loves that you always need to be touching him, even if it's just a pinky wrapped around his, or sitting inches from him practically breathing the same air.
And here you are, hands wrapped so tightly over your mouth to hold in your sobs that your hands are pale from the pressure, like you think if he hears them he'll leave you all alone, and your brain tells you that would be for the better. Tells you that you're a burden that no one would want to deal with.
He only stood in the door looking at you for a couple seconds, taking in the scene of his sweet, caring, lively love breaking down because your mind is so cruel to you, before he's scooping you up into an embrace that forces the sobs free to wrack your body, the tears staining his shirt as you cling to him, desperate for the comfort of his embrace even as shame filled your chest that he felt like he had to do this for you.
But then he speaks. Soft words whispered into your hair, promises that he loves you and is here no matter what, that you never ever have to hide how you're feeling from him and your emotions can't and won't drive him away.
And he lets you cry. Let's you purge the fear and anxiety from your system, however long that takes, he never once tells you to stop or grow up or even hints that it annoys him. He's visibly worried, but he promises that it's because he loves you so damn much and he wants to help.
Pairing: Alpha!Eddie Munson/Fem!Omega!Reader
Word Count: 3190
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Heats, P in V, Knots, Claiming bites, F receiving Oral.
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Minors DNI
Nope.
Wrong.
Nuh-uh.
Still no.
“Goddamn it!” You growled as you grabbed the blanket from your bed and started refolding it for what felt like the hundredth time.
The wiggling in the back of your brain just couldn’t be satisfied.
Heat crept up your neck, pushing you, urging you to finish your nest before it was too late.
This is your first heat with Eddie and he’s going to claim you; it had to be perfect.
Living together had been a big step, one that took several months of prep and planning, specifically because you wanted to wait till right after your last heat, so you had as much time to get used to sharing the space as possible before the next one hit.
That had been a grand success. The two of you were in love well before moving in, but things change when a step like that is taken, but after the first few weeks you both knew that there was no doubt about this going well and had only fallen even more in love.
Sure, there were hiccups. He wasn’t used to all the extra blankets and pillows on the bed, and you almost fell into the toilet a couple times when he left the seat up, to name a couple. But getting used to each other’s quirks and preferences was easy enough, especially when you both had no qualms about talking through them when needed.
That was how you got to where you are now.
The day on the calendar had been circled with a red heart and your curling scrawl saying “Heat” got closer and closer, last week you both had gone to the store and gotten all the drinks and snacks either of you could possibly need for the next seven days, starting tomorrow if your count was correct, when neither of you would be leaving the bed for any reason other than taking a piss. And even that might be up for debate seeing as you can barely keep your hands off him under normal circumstances.
Now if you could just get this damn blanket to lay right. The soft fabric, no longer warm from its time in the dryer, stared back at you as if taunting you. Daring you to try positioning it again.
“It won’t work.” You could swear you heard it whispering. A high whine escaped your throat as you folded it in half and draped it over your pillows.
Nadda.
The cloth nearly tore as you yanked it off your bed and threw it to the floor, a growl that bordered on a scream made your throat ache as it echoed in the quiet room, which meant you hadn’t heard the door open or the footsteps that followed.
“Whoa! What’s got you in a twist, Sweetheart?” You nearly jumped out of your skin at the voice of your sweet Alpha.
“It’s not right, Eds!” Tears welled in your eyes as you roughly rubbed at your eyes.
"What’s not right?” His hands were warm as they wrapped around your wrists, lightly tugging them away from your flushed face.
“My nest! I can’t get it right…” You groaned, that wiggling feeling in your brain had you wound tight as a coil. Your Omega sending warning signals.
“Okay. Deep breaths.” He ordered, his normally goofy face taking on a soft sternness as he turned you to face him, deep brown eyes locking you in place. “We can fix it. Let’s just start from the beginning. Okay?”
You let out a sniffle as you managed a timid nod.
“Okay. Did you already wash everything?” He asked, before bending down and taking the offending blanket in hand, lifting it to his nose before wincing. “Baby, why’d you wash this one? I thought you wanted it to be the scented one?” That was when it hit you.
Just last week you’d asked him to use it every night so it would be saturated in his scent, a deep woody smell that had the tinge of weed, that way when you wrapped it around your pillows during your heat you could still bury your nose in it.
When you’d done the laundry this morning you had blindly grabbed it, washing away all his hard work. Your Omega roared in the back of your brain as you finally understood why it was Wrong.
“I washed it.” You whined in annoyance as you gazed up at him. “I knew there was something wrong with it!”
His grin returned as he nodded. “There we go! Now all we gotta do is…” He started to rub the fabric against his neck, then taking both ends in hand and rubbing it back and forth like how one would dry their back with a towel, a look of mock effort on his face as he stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth.
His antics pulled a giggle from you, the frustrated flush that had you feeling hot now a mirthful blush. “Think that’ll work or should I…?” A proper laugh punched out of you as he slung the blanket between his legs and pretended like he was going to rub it along his crotch.
“No! Eddie!” You scolded through your chittering, grabbing his hands as he looked at you with a faux look of shock that you’d stopped him. “That’s perfect.” You said taking the blanket from him and tossing it on the bed to turn your attention to him.
“You sure? I can keep going.” He offered as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest, his body heat radiating into you pleasantly.
“I’m sure.” You murmured looking up at him. “Thank you.” You whispered into the gentle air between you. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours in a sweet little kiss.
“I’m happy to help, Sweetheart. You know Alpha’s always here to fix things.” Eddie held you there like that for a while, letting you get your fill of his warm scent, and taking in your own, before helping you finish with your nest.
Once the pillows were fluffed and in the right spots, the blankets and sheets arranged just so, and that last dastardly cover draped carefully across the row of pillows perfectly, you pulled him to lay with you in it with a happy sigh.
“Perfect…” You murmured, a soft purr starting up in your chest and you snuggled into your Alphas arms, his calloused fingertips tracing gentle lines up and down your arms.
“How long we got?” He asked softly, pressing his nose into your hair to scent you carefully, looking for that tell-tale tinge of spice that would warn him of your approaching heat. “Ooh, not long. You smell like cinnamon.” He hummed, taking other, deeper, smell. Drawing your scent in as much as he could.
“Tomorrow? Maybe tonight.” Your voice was muffled from where your face was buried in his shirt, fully content to stay right there for the rest of time.
He hummed again and pressed his lips to your hair before slipping out from under you to instead position himself over you, arms caging you in as his hair formed a curtain of dark curls that made it feel like the whole world was miles and miles away.
“I should get everything else ready then.” He whispered softly, voice tender as he gazed down at you lovingly with dark eyes that you could drown in.
Your soft fingers came up to cradle his cheek, which he leaned into, pressing a kiss to your palm. “You’re still sure you want this? Want me?” You asked carefully as your arms wrapped around him, seeking a small measure of physical comfort as the question hung in the air.
Once he claims you, there was no going back.
You’ll belong to each other forever.
He tilted his head as he regarded you for a moment, then leaned down to draw you into a deep kiss. Soft lips melding in a slow dance that stole the very breath from your lungs, leaving your chest feeling tight but somehow still light.
One of his hands held your face tenderly, the callouses on his fingers from years of guitar playing rasped on your soft skin, sending chills up and down your nerve endings, forming little goose bumps. “I’ve never been surer of anything.” He promised as his lips brushed yours on each word.
Your hold on him tightened as the tension in the rest of your body loosened.
The pair of you stayed there for a bit, basking in the sensation of being close, before he pulled himself from your hold with another kiss to your forehead. “Stay here. Won’t be a minute.” He promised as he went. That minute turned into around twenty as he made sure everything was in place.
He’d insisted on getting a small cart to fill with bottled drinks, snacks, pain killers, a note with medical information on the off chance something went horrendously wrong.
It was as he was wheeling it into the bedroom that he found you completely asleep in your nest, wrapped in a soft blanket and your nose pressed into the scent one.
He wasn’t shocked to find you in such a state, the closer your heat got, the sleepier you tended to be, and the hungrier. Pulling his phone from his pocket he ordered your favorite pre-heat meal, knowing that when you woke up, you’d be ravenous. The rest of the evening was spent in your nest together, eating and watching movies, waiting for the inevitable with a sense of joy and relaxed excitement.
The following morning you woke in the wee hours, still dark out as far as you could tell from the lack of light in the outline of your blackout curtains.
Eddies soft snores were the only sound in the room, and it was as you turned your groggy gaze to him that you felt the heat creeping along under your skin, a blazing tingling heat that started between your thighs and snuck its way up.
He looked so peaceful, half on his side curled around you with one arm stretched over your heads while the other rested flat on your belly, a solid and warm presence that currently served to draw your attention thoroughly to the pulsing that had started in your pussy.
Even in his sleep his body was reacting to yours, the spiced scent of your heat had most certainly permeated the air long before you awoke, and the evidence was pressed solidly against your thigh, where his hips occasionally rolled lazily in his unconscious state.
“Eds…” You whispered, voice soft but heavy with sleep and quickly mounting lust, your thighs rubbed together as he hummed quietly in his sleep but didn’t wake.
“Eddie…” You whined, fingers finding their way to his bare chest where they tapped lightly, still trying to be gentle, though your inner Omega was screaming at him to wake up and give you want you needed.
“Alpha…” You finally managed, voice high and urgent and pleading as your grip on him turned more desperate.
It finally served to wake him as his nearly pitch-black eyes fluttered for a second and then snapped open as the sharp and spicy cinnamon twang of your scent reached his conscious brain.
You watched as his pupils dilated to consume the barely visible brown of his irises before turning to look down at your feverish and flushed figure. “Need you…” You whimpered, lips pouting in discomfort as your skin started to itch from where your normally soft pajamas rubbed, the space between your thighs sopping from just how much slick had already accumulated and soaked into the cotton fabric.
It was like he’d been struck by lightning, the way he all but leapt from his previous position to loom over you, stealing your breath with a kiss so animalistic it made you wonder if he had fully succumbed to his inner Alpha.
The plush softness of his lips quickly gave way to nipping teeth and the occasional panted breath when he broke away just long enough to tilt his head, or yours, for a better angle. His tongue tangled with yours like a pair of snakes, further stealing your breath as you barely drew any in between lip locks.
You could feel your nails digging into his shoulders as your legs found their places on either side of his hips, where he started a slow grind that was like sweet torture. If you left marks, then you could hardly find it in you to feel bad when he was making you feel so good.
With a particularly hard bite to your lip your nails dug into his flesh and slowly dragged down, which had him grinding down against you just right to force you to break the kiss to let out a long moan.
"Christ…” He gasped as he looked down at you with stars in his blown-out eyes. “Look at you…” He mused before pulling back slowly, hands taking yours before you could try to stop him. “Look like a Goddess…” His eyes tracked the rise and fall of your chest, nipples peaked behind the thin fabric of your sleep shirt, an old band shirt you’d stolen from him long ago.
“Eddie…” His name was a drawn out plead as you writhed, clothes feeling like you were wearing the itchiest sweater known to man.
“I gotcha, Sweetheart.” He promised as he started first with your shirt, tugging it up and off to be discarded to the ether of the bedroom floor, then followed with as much care by your pajama pants, though they landed a little heavier in their dampened, or rather drenched, state.
The air in the room felt like it had dropped ten degrees now that your skin was exposed and it was heavenly, though the bright flush that had spread still felt nearly scalding and you could swear your pulse was in your fingertips.
Eddie looked like he was witnessing the divine as he gazed down at you with wide eyes, his own pale skin flushed beet red from his cheeks to his chest, which was moving in a similar fast rhythm to your own.
You watched him watch you for only a moment before an impatient whine escaped you, and he snapped back to attention. Before you could think he was roughly yanking his own pajama pants off and was back over you, chest pressed to chest so tight you could feel his heartbeat race behind his ribs. His hips slotted perfectly between your own like he was made to be there.
The length of his cock slotted perfectly against your sopping folds, rutting slowly to coat every inch with your slick while his hands ran up your sides till they reached your breasts, where he pinched sensitive nipples and hummed happily at the squeak the sensation elicited from you.
This was hardly the first time you two had been together, but this was different than all the other times. Both of you were about a thousand times more sensitive and receptive to every touch, word, movement, all of it.
It was like someone cranked the dial to eleven and then broke it off.
His lips had latched onto your neck while he continued to torment your poor tits, leaving what you were sure was a menagerie of pretty purple marks that you would wear with pride till they faded, and he could place new ones.
You were seconds from letting out another impatient sound when he started to travel down your body, lips leaving a trail as he went.
Neck, collarbones, each breast, your sternum, tummy, one of your hips. Eventually he settled his chest on the covers and pressed a final kiss to your inner thigh that was followed by a firm bite that had your back arching as a gasp ripped from you.
The chuckle he let out at your reaction might have sounded mean if it hadn’t been followed immediately by his lips wrapping around your clit, tongue giving the hypersensitive bud a solid flick.
You’re not sure when, but somewhere along the way your fingers buried themselves in his mass of wild curls, where they couldn’t seem to decide if they wanted to pull him closer or push him away.
Your orgasm was fast and so far from enough that it nearly brought you to tears. Between your thighs Eddie moaned as a fresh bout of slick poured from you, sweet and intoxicating, the vibrations making you whimper.
There was a moment where he looked like he was going to keep tormenting you with his mouth, but at your insistent wriggling and the way your hands were gripping at him, he decided to have mercy on you.
There was plenty of time for that later.
Working his way back up your body, stopping only one to suckle at a nipple just to hear you gasp, till his hips slotted back between your thighs, his length prodding at your hole with each unconscious roll of his hips against you.
Lining himself up he drew you into a kiss before sliding in, shuddering at the sensation, hotter and wetter than he thought possible.
The sound you made as he bottomed out, or as nearly as he could without popping his knot, was like you were finally getting some of the relief you needed, but it came and went fast as you started begging him to move with gripping hands and bucking hips.
"Alpha...Please..." You pleaded, looking up at him with murky eyes, barely able to see through the burning lust filling your entire being.
"I got you... Alpha's got you..." He answered as his restraint broke and he set a hard and fast pace, hammering into you like he was trying to fuck the heat right out of you.
You went feral under him, cries of ecstasy falling from your lips as your nails dragged down his back, undoubtedly leaving red marks, your legs wrapping around him to keep him as close as possible with surprising strength.
When your orgasm came crashing into you it dragged him right along with you. Clenching walls all but strangling his cock as he pushed his knot into you, locking both of you in place while he filled you with streams of cum.
There was no hesitation in you when you turned your head to bare your neck to him, soft pristine skin just waiting for him to claim you. There was no hesitation in him either as he sank his teeth in, the tang of your blood on his tongue was sweeter than sugar.
In those seconds something shifted, like your bodies making a promise of love without words ever being necessary.
You stayed like that for a long time, not that you could have moved even if you wanted to, feeling his weight on top of you. You've never felt safer.
It wasn't till you felt his knot going down that the heat started to creep back in.
Kinktober Day 30: Breeding with Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
Pairing: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 631
Warnings: Breeding, Cockwarming, P in V.
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Minors DNI
Time was meaningless to you.
Pressed to Johnny's chest, the only sounds in the room being your even breaths and the TV running softly across the room, the fingers of one warm hand running through your hair while the other holds your bare hip, keeping you as close as possible where his half hard cock is buried in your pussy.
He's had you like this for at least an hour, probably a lot longer but you lost track a long time ago.
When the two of you agreed you wanted a baby you started immediately, as in he bent you over the kitchen counter and fucked you full at the end of the conversation.
You've found yourself in similar positions ever since.
Right now, he's got you sat on his cock, filling you over and over, but instead of pulling out between rounds you're to remain right there. "Gotta keep it all in so it takes." He'd explained with a dark smirk that made you belly roll.
At this point you're pretty sure you don't have the strength to get up even if you wanted to, he's gone out of his way to make sure you cum every time too, your brain and body both are jelly against his solid frame.
You're barely paying any attention to whatever is on the TV, too busy tracing the line of a scar on his shoulder, but something funny must have happened as he chuckled lowly, the rumble of it sounding directly in your ear and sending a flair of heat through you, making you shift against him and seemingly remind his cock that you're still there.
As you shifted, his grip on you tightened slightly as he let out a hum before his hands started to drift up and down your back, his lips pressing to your forehead as if to check that you were awake, grinning when you looked up at him dazedly.
"Got one more in you, Bonnie?" He asked quietly, one hand coming up to brush the stray hairs from your forehead head, eyes full of love.
You nodded; the words fucked out of you several rounds ago but the heat spreading through your body craved more of him.
His lips descended to yours, slowly melding and pulling an airy hum from you, then trailed down your neck, finding every sweet spot that he knew would have you wiggling desperately, not that he needed to do much to achieve that at this point.
As he explored your body you could feel him growing harder inside you, an odd feeling that made the heat turn into a blaze.
He wasted no time rolling his hips up into you, the wet shifting of the other loads inside you should have been anything other than arousing but instead it made you moan and drag your nails down his shoulders, clinging to him like he'd float away if you didn't.
Each slow roll dragged hard against your G-spot, and each press had his tip kissing your cervix. Your body shook against his, chasing your orgasm with no strength, pussy clenching around him and earning you low rumbling groans and the occasional whine from him, just as sensitive as you at this point.
Not once did he actually pull out.
When your orgasm finally came it came in slow waves that had you shuddering against him, broken cries that were meant to be his name falling from your lips as your walls clenched so hard you might have feared hurting him if he wasn't moaning like you'd just given him a gift from heaven, yet another hot load spilling into you.
A few long moments passed, you nearly dozed off, then you felt his cock stir once more.
Kinktober Day 29: Body Worship with Steve Harrington
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1103
Warnings: Body Worship, Bathing together, Fingering, Emotional Hurt/Comfort.
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Minors DNI
Your day had been complete, unadulterated, shit.
First you were late for work because your alarm decided not to go off, which meant no breakfast and no coffee before you were out the door.
Then when you got to work you learned that two of your three coworkers had called out on your busiest day of the week, and your third coworker is just this side of completely useless with customers.
Customers who, of course, could not be pleased by anything, even the thing they initially wanted.
Then because of one such customer, who had some very strong opinions about you and your status as a person, ranted and raved at you till well after your shift was supposed to end, which meant you left work nearly 20 minutes late.
By the time you got home you were deeply upset, exhausted, and in pain from being on your feet all day. The very idea of being a functioning human made you want to cry.
So, when you walked through the front door and were met with Steve's sweet smiling face, the tears could no longer be held at bay. And Steve, for his part, moved like lightning to drop what he was doing to come hold you to his chest.
Never once did he shush you or tell you to stop crying, simply held you till all that remained were little hiccups. Only then did he ask what happened, and listen as you recounted the day, warm hands running up and down your back soothingly.
"How about a nice bath? Then we can order in and watch some movies?" He offered, looking down at your tears streaked and puffy face. He smiled at your little nod and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Go get outta your work clothes, I'll start the bath."
Doing as he said you found him kneeling over the bathtub, feeling the sudsy water with one hand. "There, Goldilocks temperature." He joked before offering you his dry hand to help you in the water.
"You don't have to do all this. One bad day isn't the end of the world..." You said, trying to play off the emotional breakdown you'd just had in the entryway.
He made a face as you sank into the water, the heat working wonders to sooth your aching body and emotions. "I'm gonna take any and every chance to show my baby how much I love her. And you." He tapped your nose with a wet fingertip and got the giggle he was hoping for. "Are going to let me. Okay?" He said it with mock sternness that did little to hide just how serious he was.
"Okay." You said in a small voice. "Wanna join me?" You asked hopefully.
He pretended to think for a moment. "Hmm, do I wanna take a bath with the sexiest woman in Hawkins?" Tapping his chin before a grin cracked over his face and he stood. "How could I say no to that?"
You watched with half lidded eyes as he undressed, enjoying the sight of each inch of skin he revealed to you before leaning up so he could get in behind you, then he pulled you back against his chest.
The two of you just soaked in the warmth of the water for a moment before he took the washcloth in hand and dipped it into the water, slowly dragging over your skin. It was like he was doing it more as an excuse to have more physical contact than a bid to help you get clean. You weren't complaining, his touch was soft and stirred something in your belly.
He made a path starting at your shoulder, pressing a kiss there before the cloth coated your skin with suds, down your arm and back up. Your eyes rolled closed as you let out a sigh, sinking further into him.
As he trailed the cloth across your tummy his free hand drew little shapes on your arm, his lips now following their own path along your neck, which you happily tilted your head to offer him more space.
He drew the cloth up between your breasts and you shifted against him, releasing a pleased breath, and earning you a soft shiver from him as your ass pressed against his cock, half hard though he calls no attention to it.
Fully relaxed, you don't notice his free hand had started cupping one breast till gentle fingers started pinching and rolling your nipple.
A quiet moan fell from your lips as your head fell back to rest against his shoulder, eyes rolling closed.
His other hand abandoned the cloth in favor of touching you, brushing along your lower belly under the water till your thighs fell open and he could slip between them, stroking your lips slowly till he reached your clit to make circles.
"Steve..." You breathed, a quiet little plea for more.
"Shh, Sweetheart. Lemme take care of you..." He whispered against the shell of your ear before continuing to kiss along your neck.
His fingers probed lightly at your entrance, knowing the water meant he would have to move slowly but that would be easy when you're almost as liquid against him as the water.
One finger slowly slid in, crooking up in search of your sweet spot, as you inhaled deeply and arched against him, lazily seeking out more. In and out that one finger moved as his thumb circled your clit, watching as he wound you tighter and tighter.
"It's okay, baby...Let go...I got you." He murmured as he watched your thighs shake, your hands gripping his thighs weakly as your peak rose and rose till you came crashing down with gasping little mewls.
His arms wrapped around you as you came down, holding you against his solid frame.
Once your wits returned you tried to shift against him, reaching back for his cock, but his warm hand stopped you. "I'm fine, baby. Today is about you." He said before pulling you into a kiss.
You wanted to argue, but at this point you were pretty sure you knew how that would end, so you let it go.
Once the water went cold you both got out and Steve left you wrapped in a blanket in the living room to pick a movie while he went into the kitchen to order a pizza, returning once he was done to scoop you up in his arms and form a pile of cuddles and blankets on the couch.
Kinktober Day 28: Multiple Orgasms with Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Word Count: 1862
Warnings: Multiple Orgasms, Sex toys, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Fingering, P in V, Squirting, Dom/sub Dynamics.
Kinktober 2025 Master(sub)list.
Minors DNI
"Hello, gorgeous. How was your day?" Kyle said over the sound of you closing the car door.
"Good, busy but not in a bad way." You prattled as you buckled the seat belt, knowing Kyle wouldn't start moving till you did.
Once you were secured to your seat he leaned over, meeting you halfway for a quick kiss that you couldn't help but smile at.
"Did you follow my instructions for today?" He asked before you could sit back.
Your face heated as the long day of anticipation caught back up with you. "Mm-hmm, drank all the water, and ate a good lunch, made sure not to strain myself. Checked every box!" You answered proudly, watching as a pleased smile found his face.
"Good, thank you for doing that, I'm proud of you." He said with another quick peck of lips, letting you preen for a moment before continuing. "That means you get your reward." Then he pulled back and put the car in gear, letting you sit with your excitement on the drive home.
One might think that being together as long as you and Kyle have would mean there's nothing you haven't done together, and they're not far off. The pair of you got adventurous quickly when he put together your raging daddy kink and need for praise.
But there was one thing you'd just not had enough time to play with. How many times can Kyle make you cum before you can't take anymore?
Most nothing was off the table for this experiment. He wasn't limited to his mouth, fingers, and cock, though you knew he could make a mess of you without issue with only his God given tools, he'd have access to your small arsenal of toys to his advantage.
You were vibrating with excitement the whole drive home. Kyle was looking forward to this, it was all he could think about for the last several days, but his anticipation had nothing on yours.
You loved pushing your own limits, learning where the line really was, and you loved doing it with Kyle. Beautiful, careful, sweet Kyle, who could list a hundred and one ways to take a man apart in every way a person doesn't want to be taken apart, gets to use those skills for something good with someone safe.
The give and take in your dynamic was intoxicating by itself, the rest was like a cherry on top.
There was a plan already laid out for the evening. The first thing was getting cleaned up.
The pair of you showered together, using teasing touches and chaste kisses to rile each other up even more than you already were. His dark eyes watched you through the steam like he wanted to devour you then and there.
Next was a snack and final hydration. You were planning to be at this for a while with few breaks, so Kyle made both of you eat a protein bar and drink a full glass of water. All the while you stood in the kitchen chatting about your days, getting any lingering topics of the day out so they wouldn't be a distraction sitting in the back of your pretty brain.
Once you'd drained the last drops from your glass he closed the space between you, trapping you between the counter and his warm body.
"Are you ready, Sweetheart?" He asked quietly, his voice deep and husky.
You looked up at him with big eyes as the flush that hadn't abated since that morning darkened. "Yes, Daddy."
A slow smile stretches across his face; he loved when you could finally slip into your roles. "Then I want you to go upstairs and pick a toy, whichever one you want to start with, undress and wait on the bed. I'll be up shortly."
Your eyes twinkled as you listened, nodding attentively. "Yes, Sir." You breathed the words.
"Good girl." Warm lips met your forehead before a crooked finger tilted your chin up for a proper kiss, the stubble on his face scratching lightly. Then he stepped back. "Go on."
As you walked away, he took the chance to swat your ass, earning a surprised squeak that morphed into giggles as you looked back at him over your shoulder.
You stared at the small collection of toys that normally lived in your nightstand. Each had their pros and cons, and each was adept at getting you off, some faster than others.
In the end you chose your favorite.
A simple powder blue vibrator, only about 5 inches from end to end with a curve that lets it reach all the best places when you used it internally, but you far preferred to use it on your clit, the vibrations frequency was just so perfect.
Setting it on the bed you wasted no time stripping, not that there was much to remove as all you'd put on after your shower was a bathrobe, socks, and slippers. But it all found its place in a pile on the floor before you crawled onto the bed, sitting crisscross to patiently wait.
You could hear Kyle as he made his way to the bedroom, it was like he was being loud intentionally, making sure you could hear each and every footstep as he approached.
He stopped in the doorway, his mass filling the space as he leaned on the frame with one arm, looking at you seated so sweetly on the bed.
"Are you ready, Angel?" He asked as he entered the room, pulling his T-shirt over his head as he went.
You shifted excitedly in place, a wide smile on your face. "Mm-hmm." You hummed, wiggling like a puppy.
"This the one you picked?" He asked, looking down at the toy sitting on the bedspread next to you. He chuckled at your enthusiastic nod. "Your favorite, of course." Then he bent at the waist and kissed you, slow and deep.
Delicate fingers caressed his cheeks before he crawled over you on the bed, forcing you onto your back with a giggle as your legs found their places on either side of him.
Hot hands roamed your body slowly, cupping your cheek before trailing down your neck, holding you there for a moment to feel the way your pulse quickened, then trailing down to palm your breasts, calloused fingers pinching a nipple to get a squeal from you.
The path his hands were on continued till he reached your hips, where he held you still as he pressed his clothed erection against you and rolled his hips. The gasp you let out forced your lips to part.
Taking the opening, he started kissing his way down your body, hand reaching out to bring the vibrator with him. His lips skipped all the highlight locations his hands had visited, too focused on getting the party well and truly started.
He started on the lowest setting. A consistent buzz that sent a sudden shock through your body when he pressed it to your clit, a quiet moan falling from your lips to fill the room.
Already your legs shook a little, body building up your first orgasm at lightning speed. But still not fast enough for Kyle as he slowly slid two fingers from his free hand into your waiting pussy, feeling the arrhythmic clenching of your walls around him.
Then, just when you thought you couldn't climb any higher, he curled his fingers to massage that little textured spot that he knew would have you crying and shaking apart.
And boy did you. Fingers gripped at the bedspread as your thighs shook and your body stiffened, a needy cry leaving you as you came.
Kyle let you come down for a moment, pulling the vibrator away and pressing a kiss to your hip. "How was that, pretty girl?" He asked softly.
"Good..." You managed. "So good..."
He huffed a chuckle. "Good. Ready for the next one?" You nodded and he turned the vibrator up.
Two hours later found you a sweating, tear streaked, whining mess under Kyle.
It was a good thing he was keeping count because you lost the use of numbers after the 5th orgasm turned your brain into scrambled eggs. He hadn't even moved on from his fingers and the toy to get you this far; he didn’t need to.
"Color, Angel?" He asked as you whined and writhed.
"Green, Daddy...Green." You managed, looking down at him with glassy eyes.
"Can you keep going?" He asked and let out an impressed breath when you nodded. "My tough girl gonna take whatever I give her?"
"Yes, Daddy." There was conviction in your voice, through the airy neediness that showed just how not done you were.
He crawled up your body, planting little kisses along the way till he got to your face where he drew you in, you could taste yourself on his tongue. "My good girl..." Through the fog that had encompassed your brain you grinned, happy that he was happy.
You were basically jelly on the bed, all you could do was follow as he guided your legs to wrap around his, now equally nude, hips.
Every nerve in your cunt was alive as he ran the tip of his cock along your lips to collect the copious fluids that had gathered before pushing in. The slide was smooth and easy, but it still pulled a gasp from him as the slick did nothing to lessen how your puffy pussy hugged him, little clenches pulling him in.
Your hands gripped his forearms for purchase, needing some kind of anchor to keep you attached to the earth as your body lit up once more.
It was almost too much as he set a slow pace, languid strokes with his hips that reached every hypersensitive spot.
Kyle had been painfully hard since he walked into the room to find you seated on the bed like a present on Christmas morning, so when he felt the flutter of your pussy around his cock, he knew he wouldn't take long to do him in.
But that just meant he had to make sure you came first.
Taking your knees in hand, he lifted them up onto his broad shoulders, speeding up his pace to reach your deepest parts.
"Fuck...Daddy..." You whined as he drove you over the edge for the umpteenth time, but this time he didn't stop. Instead, he reached down to press little circles to your clit as his hips pounded into you.
"You know what I want, Sweetheart." He grunted as your cunt strangled him. "Gonna give it to me?"
As quickly as one orgasm went another rushed in, hard and fast and so much wetter than all the others as you squirted, dousing you, Kyle, and the bedding and earning a proud grin from the man.
"Christ, just like that..." Then a new heat filled you as he came.
You laid there panting for a moment, basking in each other. "How...How many is that?" You managed to ask.
"I'll tell ya when we're done." He said before pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead.
Pairing: Task Force 141 x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 642
Warnings: Gangbang, Oral (M and F receiving), P in A and P in V, Triple Penetration, Foursome (technically fivesome but Price only watches in this one).
Kinktober 2025 Master(sub)list.
Minors DNI
There is no part of your body you have control over right now.
Not a finger or toe out of place, not when they get their hands on you.
First it had been Soap. Sweet, flirty, Johnny had taken you apart piece by piece with his tongue, eating your pussy like a man starved while the others watched, waiting patiently for their turns.
Then, while Soap was working his magic Gaz had decided your throat needed warming up too. He tasted wonderful, like salty earth, body wash, and musk as he slid down your throat, groaning when he could see the outline of himself through your skin. He looks so pretty when his eyes roll back.
An appreciative hand loosely curled around your throat, feeling the tension the intrusion created before trailing to your tits, feeling their softness with first gentle squeezes then a sharp pinch to a nipple that had you arching, muffled cries spilling out around Kyle's cock. "Sensitive." Ghost noted before giving another pinch.
"You should feel how she clenches up when you do that, LT." Soap groaned from between your thighs, chin glistening with your moisture.
"I think she can take more now, Gents." Came Prices voice from his seat off to the side, a casual cigar perched between two fingers, curls of smoke rising lazily, filling the room with an herbal scent that mixed with the already building smell of sex.
Gaz removed himself from your throat and disappeared from your field of view, but you knew he'd be back.
All you could do was follow as a pair of hands guided you into your side, one leg lifted up by another hand, so little thought given to who they were attached to.
Ghost came to stand before you, thick cock freed from his trousers as he slowly stroked it. A glance down showed you that Gaz had joined Soap, the pair passing a small bottle between them, pouring its contents in their hands before stroking themselves.
"After you, Mate." Came Soaps voice, heavy with lust.
Gaz hummed his thanks, then he was sliding into your drenched pussy, bottoming out before giving a couple experimental thrusts. "Christ, she's soaked." He groaned.
Soap stepped up next, and you suddenly understood why they'd had your leg lifted as he spread your ass cheeks and slowly, so very slowly, pushed his dick into your ass, pulling back every so often as to not hurt you, but once he'd successfully bottomed out both men were nearly breathless.
And you? Well, you weren't sure what planet you're on anymore, too busy being a good little hole for them.
Ghost didn't give you much warning other than taking your chin in hand and turning your head so he could guide his cock down your throat. Bigger than Gaz, but just as delicious.
There wasn't much care given to your pleasure as the three men set their paces, pulling and pushing with only rudimentary coordination given not to suffocate you, but you were drunk on it. Lost in being used and filled so perfectly.
The feeling of three men fucking into you is one thing, the feeling of three men cumming in you simultaneously is another entirely.
Hot and wet and sticky and God do you feel full after.
As soon as he finished Ghost pulled himself free of your lips only for Price to enter your view, cigar in one hand while the thumb of his other slid into your mouth to press down on your tongue, keeping you from swallowing Ghosts load, thick drops slipping free to drip down your chin.
"Aren't you a sight..." He mused as his digit swirled around the mix of cum and saliva in your mouth. "Best hold on, love. We're not done with you yet."
Kinktober Day 26: Cuckoldry with Simon "Ghost" Riley and Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
Pairing: Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Wife!Reader x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
Word Count: 1567
Warnings: Cuckoldry, Open relationships, P in V.
Kinktober 2025 Master(sub)list.
Minors DNI
Cutlery clinked delicately against plates as the three of you ate. "This is delicious, Bonnie. A man can get fat and happy with cooking like this!" Johnny grinned over a bite of chicken.
"I'm glad you like it! My mom used to make this when I was a kid, so I'm glad I can do it justice." You smiled back, glancing at Simon in his usual spot next to you.
"A skilled woman taught by another skilled woman!" He continued, looking at Simon. "You're a lucky man, Si, got a Bonnie lass that makes amazing food." He said it like he was teasing his friend, but he was serious.
Simon's calm gaze turned to you as he took your free hand in his. "I know." Then he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.
The room fell into a calm silence for a few moments before you broke it. "How're things going with that girl? The one you met at that bar. Didn't she kick your ass at pool?" You asked, giggling, sending him a cheeky smirk.
Johnny chuckled. "She did, and it didn't work out. She said she's not built for a military man, too much worrying. Can't blame her." He shrugged before leveling a meaningful look at you and Simon, blue eyes burning. "Takes a special kind of person."
"It's certainly not for everyone." You nodded slowly. It took a lot to get used to Simon coming and going, the classified information that you know keeps him up at night that he can't share with you, the wounds you can't help with. "I'm sure you'll find the right person! You're a catch, Johnny, anyone would be lucky to have you."
"Ah, you're a peach, Lass." He sighed, shaking his head.
After dinner you stood over the sink rinsing remnants of the chocolate cake you'd made for dessert from a plate, while the two men sat in the living room reminiscing over some whiskey.
Or you thought they were both in the living room, till you felt a large, solid, warm presence at your back, large hands gripping your hips.
You can't help but grin as you lean back into the form for a moment. "He's in the other room..." You warned weakly as you turned and were met with Johnny looking down at you like you're a feast.
Before you can say anything, or even think, there’s movement in your periphery and you turn to find Simon leaning against the door frame, nonchalant as can be, like he's not watching his best friend grind his half hard dick against his wife.
Once more words lose the race to someone else's actions as a warm hand leaves your hip to instead take you by the chin, guiding your gaze back to the Scotsman, who leaned in to press his lips to yours.
A shock of heat filled your body. Your face flushed, your chest burned, your pussy clenched, all at the same time as you fell into the kiss, letting Johnny lead. The whole time you could feel Simon's eyes on you, watching every movement and listening to every sound.
It was only when he was sure he'd kissed you dizzy that Johnny parted, looking down at you appraisingly while you looked back with glassy eyes, lids heavy.
He huffed a pleased chuckle at the state of you before bending down and scooping you up over his shoulder.
Johnny wasted no time walking down the hallway to the bedroom, Simon silently following the whole way, his gaze never leaving you.
You lost track of him when you reached the bedroom and Johnny tossed you on the bed, following you immediately, his mass pressing you into the mattress as his muscular form caged you in, he felt like a living furnace the way his heat sank under your skin.
Johnny stayed there for a moment, taking in your breathless form under him, before leaning down to claim your lips once more, his hands maneuvering your legs around his hips, allowing him to grind down against you, the barely contained line of his cock pressing against your clothes clit, making you wish both you were naked.
A pleased sound rumbled in his chest as you gasped into the kiss, body arching to meet his movements.
Just when you thought you might just drown in his kisses, Johnny kissed his way down your neck, teeth grazing like he was going to leave a mark only to move on instead.
When your shirt became an obstacle, he pulled it up over your head, and when the cute skirt you'd chosen for dinner got in the way it got the same treatment, forming the foundations of a pile on the floor.
Johnny sighed dreamily as he kissed along the swell of your breasts. "Prettier than I could have imagined..." Then he was unclasping your bra, slipping it away delicately, like he was unwrapping a present.
As he reached your nipples it was obvious how much effort it was taking not to leave marks on your soft skin, teats peaked in the cool air of the bedroom.
Your legs shook with anticipation as his lips continued their path down your body, his beard tickling as it scratches over your tummy. He grins when you softly giggle.
Reaching the final barrier between him and your fully nude body, your panties were slowly, almost reverently, slid down your legs to be dropped at the top of the pile. The silky cherry on top.
Johnny stayed upright for a long moment just looking at you, it was like he was taking mental pictures. Would he think about these moments during his quiet moments in the field? A quiet part of you hoped so.
As if hearing something Johnny glanced over his shoulder for a moment before leaning back over you, one hand holding your cheek sweetly. "C'mon, Bonnie, we're not putting on a very good show." He said before he was maneuvering you onto your stomach and facing the foot of the bed.
A shock of heat flared through your body as you found where Simon had vanished to.
There, seated in the chair next to his dresser that you'd only ever seen him use to put on his shoes, was Simon, your husband, watching intently as his teammate and best friend pleasured his wife.
Before you can even try to think any further Johnny is pushing his thick cock into you, not as big as Simon, but certainly still leaving you gloriously full, the angle ensuring that he would be pressed right up against your G-spot.
A high moan punched out of you as he bottomed out, hands gripping the blankets as you held eye contact with Simon, his arms crossed over his chest but a prevalent bulge in the front of the pants, made more obvious by the man-spread he was sporting.
His eyes burned with desire.
Johnny set a solid pace, slow hard thrusts that had your ass cheeks smacking against his thighs, his hands gripping your hips to pull you back into each thrust. Each "Smack" accompanied by an airy "Huh" and the quiet groan from the Scotsman behind you, it was like both of them wanted to hear you more than anything else.
You hadn't noticed that your front half had come to rest on the bed till you felt Johnny's scalding hot hand trail down your spine till he could wrap it around your upper half, pulling you up onto your knees, back to chest with him and giving Simon a beautiful view of your naked body and where Johnny's cock is stretching you open.
"There, now he can see everything." He crooned in your ear before pressing his lips on a line along your neck, his hips picking up a deep and fast rhythm, the new angle making you feel even fuller than before.
All you could do was hold on for dear life.
When your gaze returned to Simon, you found his arms no longer crossed as one of his hands palmed his cock over his trousers. His eyes setting your very being ablaze.
Your body seized when you came, legs shaking and back arching, your little airy sounds turning to cries as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you, triggering Johnny's orgasm, his rasping groans filling your ears as he filled you, little rivulets dripping down as he kept thrusting.
You went limp after that, body gone completely lax as Johnny held you up.
With gentle care he pulled out and maneuvered you once more on the bed, so you were laid on the pillows properly, holding you to his chest as you came down from your high, eyes heavy as you look up at him.
Across the room Simon stands from his perch and climbs into the bed behind you. Your eyes rolled closed as the Brit settled into place, like you were waiting for him to join you. Quiet little snores trickled from between your lips minutes later.
"Thanks for doing this, Mate. She's been talking about it non-stop since you agreed." Simon whispered over your sleeping form.
"No problem, LT. She's beautiful and who can say no to that sweet face?" The Scotsman whispered back with a smirk.
Simon huffed a chuckle. "So, same time next week?"
"If you wanted me naked, all ya had to do was ask." You panted as Steve's lips latched to your neck, teeth leaving marks that would only just be covered by your clothes, which currently sat in a heap on the floor. "Of course I'm certainly not complaining. You know I love a man in uniform." You tacked on, running your hand down his blue clad chest, feeling the armored fabric before teasingly tracing the white star.
You wouldn't call the material rough, but it did have a certain rasp when it rubbed against your bare skin that had you running on all cylinders.
You could feel Steve's smirk against your skin; he liked fucking you like this as much as you did. "Says the woman who all but jumped me after our last mission?" He countered cheekily.
The two of you had just barely gotten back to your shared apartment before getting your hands on each other, still standing in the entryway with your back pressed to the cool wall as Steve stripped you down to nothing, his thigh finding its way between your own while his hands explored, feeling every dip and curve of your body.
Taking half a step back his hands drifted down your back till he reached your ass, giving a firm squeeze that earned a gasp from you, before he lifted you like you weighed nothing, your legs wrapping around him on instinct as he started walking, stopping every so often to press you once more against the wall and grind his barely contained erection against your soaked heat.
A happy side effect of that was the way your nipples pressed against the fabric keeping you two apart, just enough to send beautiful shocks of pleasure across your skin without chafing.
By the time you got to the bedroom neither of you were willing to wait even a second more, too desperate to fill and be filled.
In a show of strength, Steve tossed you on the bed, letting you bounce only once before he took you by the ankle and tugged you to the end of the bed, pulling a breathy giggle from you.
"Easy there, Tiger." You breathed as you reached up to pull him down to you, a request he fulfilled in the same motion as he opened the front of his pants, freeing his aching cock.
The pouches on his belt pressed into your skin as he lined up and pushed in, the rasp of fabric against sensitive skin was kindling on the fire in your belly.
As he slid his way home, he gripped your thighs, propping them up on his shoulders, allowing him to thrust deeper and reach all the spots he knew would have you singing.
And sing you did as he set a deep rhythm, the press of his pelvis had near constant pressure on your clit, which had you clenching around him every thrust.
Between the post-mission adrenaline and your desperation for each other, neither of you lasted very long, his orgasm triggering your own.
But that's the nice thing about a super soldier, they can go on and on...
Kinktober Day 24: Praise Kink with James "Bucky" Barnes
Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1146
Warnings: Praise Kink, F receiving Oral, Fingering, P in V.
Kinktober 2025 Master(sub)list.
Minors DNI
"Meet me in our room when we get back." Bucky had said during the ride home from a mission.
It had been a mission accomplished with flying colors, you'd even kept things from going sideways at one point, so you couldn't imagine why he'd sounded so serious, or why his words had your heart trying to take up residence in your throat.
The debrief had been short and formal, a couple pats on the back from the rest of the team and then all were dismissed to tend to their post-mission needs.
The hallway to you and Bucky's room was nearly dead silent, but you knew he would be waiting beyond your door.
Your heart pounded as you pushed the door open, unsure what exactly you would find on the other side.
Bucky was seated on the bed when you entered, but stood as you closed the door, approaching and crowding you back against the barrier, his lips pressed hotly to yours, one warm hand and one metal one holding your face in place.
You sighed into the kiss, chasing his lips when he moved back.
"What was that for?" You asked airily, blinking fast in an effort to get your eyes to refocus.
"You were amazing today." He answered, voice low and husky. "Followed every order, stuck to the plan, kept your head when things took a turn. Today went well because of you." His gaze was soft as he looked down at you.
"I just did my job, that's all, not that big of a deal." You countered, shaking your head, though you'd be lying if you said his words didn't strike a chord.
He shook his own head and leaned in closer. "You don't get it. That could have gone very bad without your quick thinking." Then he gave you a fast kiss, closer to a peck. "You mean a lot to the team...You mean a lot to me."
At those words the air fled your lungs. Stolen by the gravity with which he said them. "Buck..." You managed, unsure how to continue in any meaningful way, unsure how to express just how much you feel the same.
"Let me show you?" He asked, resting his forehead against yours, maintaining eye contact.
If you weren't already breathless, this would have done it. "Please..."
He cracked a grin. "Undress to your underwear and get on the bed." The order was delivered in a whisper that had your skin feeling like it was on fire, and you wasted no time obeying.
As you undressed you watched him do the same, down to his own underwear, a smart pair of briefs that gave you a lovely view of his half-hard member.
You must have slowed down during your sightseeing because a quick whistle pulled you back to reality. "My eyes are up here, Doll." He smirked.
"Yeah, well so are mine but that never stops you." You shot back, which only made his smirk wider.
With your clothes forming a haphazard pile on the floor you crawled onto the bed, giving Bucky a nice view of your ass as you went. "How do you want me?" The question was asked with a mix of jest and real flirtation.
If he caught the joke part, he didn't acknowledge it as he came to stand at the edge of the bed. "C'mere."
Doing as told you came to rest on your knees before him. "Now what?" You whispered into the small space between you.
His flesh hand caressed your cheek as he looked down at you for a moment. "Lay down for me, Doll."
His eyes on you felt like fire, sending wave after wave of goosebumps blooming.
As you lay back on the bed, legs dangling over the edge, Bucky got on his knees on the floor before guiding your legs up onto his shoulders.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He said so matter of fact, as if he'd stated that the sky was blue and grass is green, before pressing his lips here and there on your thighs as he worked his way up. "Gorgeous..." He said finally before reaching his end goal.
First, he pressed a sweet little kiss to your clit, like he was greeting it, before his tongue ran a stripe up the length of your pussy, stopping to swirl around your bud at the end, pulling a sigh from you as your breathing picked up.
He stayed there for what felt like forever basically making out with your cunt, thumbs spreading your lips open to give himself the best vantage as he slowly built you up.
By the time your first soft orgasm was rolling over you he had you an absolute mess.
But he wasn't done there, no, he gave you another after that with his fingers. This one was more akin to getting hit by a rogue wave at the beach.
Sitting up from between your quivering thighs he licked his lips, glistening with your arousal. "I think that was a good warm up." He said, seemingly talking to himself.
"Warm up?" You breathed.
Pressing a final kiss to your thigh he climbed up onto the bed to hover over you, having shoved his briefs off at some point. "Well, yeah. You didn't think you were going to get off so easily, did you?" The joke wasn't lost on either of you, but you were too far gone to give it any thought.
Instead, you pulled him down, your lips meeting him halfway. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it only served to stoke the flames that burned in your belly.
His body settled against yours, his still semi-clothed cock rutting against your soaked pussy as you got lost in each other's lips.
Without breaking your kiss, he reached down and lined himself up before pressing in slowly, letting you feel every single inch as he slid home, both of you moaning into the kiss but unwilling to part.
Your legs wrapped around him on instinct as he started rocking into you, setting a slow pace that soon ramped up as both of you grew more desperate.
All you could do was hold on as he ravished you, filling you just right on every thrust, reaching all the spots you both did and didn't know existed before Bucky came along.
Before long, you felt that tightening that heralded your end, but the words to tell Bucky were too far away from your brain but given the way his hold on you tightened he was well aware.
In a show of arched backs, shaking legs, and whining lips you came around him and dragged him off the edge with you.
Before you could catch your breath, he looked down at you. "Hope you don't think I'm done with you yet, Doll."
Kinktober Day 23: Temporary/Permanent Marks with Sevika
Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1123
Warnings: Temporary marking (hickeys) and Permanent marking (Tattoos), Vaginal Fingering.
Kinktober 2025 Master(sub)list.
Minors DNI
The buzz of the needles was distracting, but a welcome one when pit against the sting they wrought on your skin.
Low lights made it hard to see the rest of the room, but the overhead one gave the artist next to you plenty to work with.
You wanted to look down at the ink now staining your skin, but the placement made that not an option, you can’t really look at your own clavicles without a mirror, but you knew what you'd find if you could look.
Deep purple scrolling script saying one word "Sevika".
You'd considered telling her you were doing this, but decided she'd like the surprise if you just appeared at the bar wearing her name like a badge of honor.
The buzz of the needles stopping pulled you from your thoughts and the artist sat up, looking over her work as she wiped excess ink away with a clean cloth. "You're done. Go take a look." She ordered as she started to clean her set up.
You felt a little shaky as you stood from the chair, but your excitement propelled you forward.
In the mirror you were met with the sight of your fresh tattoo, the edges angry red and the ink itself a little swollen and shiny, but it looked amazing and exactly what you wanted.
Turning to the artist you grinned. "It's perfect!" You said before paying the woman and leaving.
Stopping off at home to clean up a bit you couldn't stop staring at it. Sure, in the mirror it was backwards, but it was a message to everyone else.
The Last Drop wasn't overly busy on a weekday, most folks were too tired after a long day to go out, but there were enough people that it was a bit noisy as you entered.
Sevika was easy enough to find, lounging in her usual spot, looking over the bar till she was called to some other task.
When her eyes landed on you her expression softened almost imperceptibly, giving you the usual once over that had become habit to the tall woman, then her eyes locked on your chest and her posture stiffened.
She didn't move during your approach, though her gaze didn't stray for a second.
"Hey beautiful." You greeted as you reached her, standing before her with your hands behind your back, waiting patiently for her to mention the elephant in the room with a proud little smile.
"Hey yourself, Sweets." She answered, sitting forward a little, flesh hand reaching out to you to tug you closer. "What's all this?"
Sevika's no idiot, she knows what a fresh tattoo looks like, but this hadn't been on her list of things to expect in her day.
"Well, we had that little conversation about more permanent marks, and I decided to take matters into my own hands." You explained, not even considering that she could be upset though you still asked. "What do you think?"
Her brows shot up at the question. "What do I think?" She parroted before pulling you down into her lap. "I think I need to take you home and show you exactly what I think..." Her voice was a purr in your ear, and her hand was like fire as it rested on your thigh.
"Then what are you waiting for?" You shot back, looking up at her, blood already running hot.
Sevika spared a glance around the bar, catching gazes with another of Silco's guys and sharing a nod before she was standing with you, taking your hand and all but dragging you out of the bar.
The walk home was a blur, as was getting in the door, but Sevika pressing you back against the door and claiming your lips with her own was crystal clear.
Her hold on you was firm, claiming, her hand gripped your hip as she slipped her thigh between your own, guiding you to grind down against her.
"When did you do this? Looks fresh." She said between kisses, lips trailing down to your neck.
"Today..." You managed, fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt like a lifeline. "Wanted to surprise you."
She chuckled and looked up at her from her hunched position. "Mission accomplished."
You grinned back down at her. "Does that mean I get a reward?"
She stood upright and looked down her nose at you, smirking. "For you? Anything." Then she stole your breath with her lips once more, tongues dancing slowly, exploring already claimed territory as her thigh pressed harder, sending zings of pleasure up and down your spine.
You moaned against her lips, your hands finding her cheeks to hold her closer before slipping up into her hair, giving the lightest tug as if to tell her she isn't close enough.
Rather than try to crowd closer to you, her hand took you by the ass and lifted, prompting you to wrap your legs and arms around her as she started walking towards the bedroom.
Laying you out on the bed she wasted no time helping you out of your clothes, careful of the tender spot that now bore her name, before letting you help her out of hers.
You could die happy just looking at her, plains of dark skin over powerful muscle, the soft bits around her breasts and tummy, every scar and mole and mark that made up Sevika was your drug of choice.
"How do you want it, Sweets?" She asked from her spot above you.
"Fingers." You breathed back, already lost in her.
"Just fingers?" Her tone was shocked, but you nodded.
"Wanna feel your skin." You answered before drawing her in for another kiss.
Rather than keep talking she took over the kiss, resting her weight on her metal arm as her flesh one trailed down your body, from where it held your face, down to caress your breast, across your tummy and finally between your thighs.
Warm fingertips circled your clit, finding you already a wet mess, pulling a quiet gasp from you as your back arched just a little.
Her pleased hum was as good as any praising words in your mind, and you preened under the effects as she pressed those fingers into your waiting pussy, her thumb taking over on your clit.
As your breaths grew shorter, she let her lips once more trail down your neck, leaving pretty marks that complimented your new tattoo perfectly, she couldn't wait to see how you looked tomorrow.
The knot in your belly grew, tightened, and broke all too quickly, but Sevika wasn't complaining when she got to watch you shake apart at her hands.
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 570
Warnings: Quiet Sex, Semi-Public Sex, P in V.
Kinktober 2025 Master(sub)list.
Minors DNI
The only sounds you could hear were your ragging heartbeat, your breathing, the shuffle of the office outside, and the faint sounds of Bruce's cock moving in and out of you.
Never in your wildest dreams did you think that Bruce would suggest fucking in the coat closet of his Wayne Enterprises office. But then that slime rag paparazzi magazine published an article on the two of you and suggested that "maybe you aren't as into Brucie Wayne as you'd have the world think" because you weren't grinning ear to ear when a camera was shoved in your face.
Yeah, screw those guys, but the resulting solution Bruce came up with was to pull what can only be described as pure "Brucie Wayne shenanigans" by ravishing you in his office building and then letting you walk around looking, well, ravished. Within reason. He promised not to have you looking like some kind of sex fiend in public.
So, here you are, pressed face first into a dark oak door with your pretty office skirt hiked up to your hips, panties pulled to the side, and Bruce's hand wrapped over your mouth to keep your airy whines and whimpers from trickling out, not that he was doing much better with the low groans he was biting his lips to keep at bay.
"Shh, baby...As much as I love those pretty sounds, ya gotta stay quiet." He whispered, the taunt clear, you could practically hear his smirk.
He was one to talk when you could hear him clear as day, sighing like he was in heaven on every press of his hips against yours.
This was far from the first time you two had engaged in semi-public trysts, more than a handful of galas had been utilized, but this was the first time you and Bruce had done so at the WE building.
The stretch of his cock as it filled you was nearly enough to have you screaming, and the way his hand felt over your mouth only served to add to that, the taboo of the locale made everything feel heightened.
Your legs quivered as you felt your orgasm building, your eyes rolling closed as you fell into the pleasure.
A whine muffled its way between Bruce's fingers just as you heard his office door open, followed by the clicking of heels as his secretary. "Mr. Wayne? I have that report from..." She started but tapered off when she saw the office empty.
Bruce's grip on your mouth tightened slightly but he didn't stop moving, in fact he changed his angle, causing each thrust to press deliciously against your G-spot.
Your knees nearly buckled, knocking quietly against the door, causing you to jolt back a little, your heart rate skyrocketing as you listened at the door, waiting to hear if she'd heard you.
The room was quiet for a long, painful, moment. Then the clicking of heels crossing the room from the door to the desk echoed. "Must have gone to lunch..." Then they crossed the room again and the door closed.
Your lungs finally released the breath you were holding while Bruce breathed a chuckle at your expense.
You swatted back at him in retaliation but even you couldn't deny the thrill was doing it for you.
Bruce picked right back up again. "I wonder what it would take to break you.”
