#kinktoberprep

[societyfolklore]

Let Them Hear

Title: Let Them Hear

Pairing: Spike x Female Reader             

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+  

A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 30th:  Don’t you dare close those legs

The stone slab was rough under your palms, candles throwing mad shadows across the crypt as Spike buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was ruthless on your clit, sucking, lapping, groaning like you were his last meal. Slick dripped down the backs of your thighs, the sounds obscene in the silence.

“Spike- fuck- ” you gasped, hips jerking. The pleasure was too much, too raw. You tried to snap your thighs closed, to shield yourself from how wrecked you already were, but he caught you instantly.

A sharp slap landed on your inner thigh, making your palm smack down on the stone with a sharp crack. He pulled back just enough for you to see his grin, his mouth glistening, teeth flashing. “None of that,” he rasped, accent filthy in your ear. His hands shoved your knees wider, pinning you open. “Don’t you dare close those legs. You’re gonna let me eat you proper, even if the whole soddin’ world hears.”

“God- please- ” You squirmed, back arching as he dove back in, tongue thrusting deep before circling up to lash your clit. He growled into you, the vibration tearing another curse from your throat.

“Yeah, that’s it.” His voice was muffled against your cunt, then sharp again when he surfaced for air, lips shiny. “Love you drippin’ down my chin, pet. Can taste how bloody close you are.”

You fisted his hair, dragging him harder against you, swearing brokenly as the heat coiled, unbearable. Your thighs trembled but his grip was iron, keeping you spread wide as his tongue flicked mercilessly.

Your orgasm hit like a shockwave, tearing a scream from your chest. You slammed your palm against the stone again, body shaking, while Spike licked you through it, chuckling darkly into your cunt like he owned every sound you made.

[societyfolklore]

Sexy September Scribbles Challenge

Hey aallll! @soelstress and I had an idea to keep September fun, spicy, and a little bit filthy

The concept is simple:

Every day has one line of dialogue as a prompt.

Write a short smutty snippet (max 300 words) based on it.

You have until the end of that day in your own timezone to get it done.

Don’t like a prompt? We’ve got 3 swap-outs you can use anytime.

Your snippet doesn’t need to feature a specific character (“babe” or generic even) — interpret however you want!

Sharing:

Post your entry on Tumblr with the tag #SexySeptemberScribbles so we can all find, reblog, and scream over each other’s work.

We’ll be making a masterlist of entries for those who want to share.

Totally low-pressure - join as often or as little as you like.

So if your fics tend to run long (like ours 😅), this is a great way to practice short, punchy smut while having fun with friends.

Can’t wait to see what everyone writes! This was aimed the few of us on our Discord, but I know people will see others tagging so this is just to explain!

If people want the prompt list it is below the cut, you are welcome to do as many or as few as you want. it just about giving it ago!

Sept 1: “Slower.”

Sept 2: "Don’t hide your face,"

Sept 3: “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted”

Sept 4: "Let me kiss it better."

Sept 5: “Breathe for me baby”

Sept 6: "Can you be good for me?"

Sept 7: "Don’t you dare come until I say so.”

Sept 8: “Oh, you like that?”

Sept 9: "I just need you to say yes."

Sept 10: “Squeeze me baby, squeeze my cock”

Sept 11: “Open up, baby… nice and wide.”

Sept 12: "Tell me you’re mine"

Sept 13: “Don’t flinch, baby, take it.”

Sept 14: “You’re going to make me come again”

Sept 15: “Beg prettier, sweetheart- I know you can.”

Sept 16: "Want me to stop, you need to come again if you want me to stop"

Sept 17: "I will give that mouth something to do."

Sept 18: "Make me beg for it."

Sept 19: “you’re so fucking tight...gripping me like a vice”

Sept 20: "Keep those eyes on me"

Sept 21: “Almost there, just a little more”

Sept 22: "Feel this? It's just for you."

Sept 23: "All the way down, good girl.. nose to the base, show me you can take it.”

Sept 24: "Oh, we're not done yet."

Sept 25: “you’re taking me so well”

Sept 26: “So wet, you must’ve been waiting for this.”

Sept 27: "Just like that"

Sept 28: “I love when you’re creamy with my cum”

Sept 29: "Once we start I’m not gonna stop?"

Sept 30: "don’t you dare close those legs"

Spares (You can swap out a prompt)

“You wanna choke or scream for me?”

“Say thank you.”

“Let’s find out how much you want it.”

[societyfolklore]

Pick a Number

Title: Pick a Number

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader            

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+  

A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 29th:  Once we start I’m not gonna stop

Bucky’s mouth trailed down your body, slow kisses pressed into your skin until he settled between your thighs. Every nerve already buzzed, heat pooling low, and when he nosed at your folds you gasped.

“Pick a number,” he murmured, voice rasping against your skin.

Your head lifted, confused. “What?”

“Go on, doll. Pick a number.” His lips brushed the inside of your thigh, then he turned his head and sucked one of your labia into his mouth, tongue laving until you were shaking.

“Bucky-”

He hummed, releasing you only to lick through your slick folds, wet and shameless. His stubble rasped your skin, his hand holding your hip steady when you tried to squirm.

“I said…” he purred, pulling back just enough to grin up at you, mouth glistening. “Pick a number.”

Your breath stuttered, the coil inside winding too tight already. He ducked back in before you could answer, tongue flattening over your clit, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl. You whimpered, trembling, as he pressed you open with his tongue and licked deep.

“Bucky..please…”

He groaned into you, messy and loud, smearing himself in everything you gave him. “Once we start, I’m not gonna stop,” he growled, lapping you open until you sobbed. “Won’t wanna stop. So pick a number, or I’ll stay right here all goddamn night.”

Your hands fisted in his hair, pulling helplessly as his tongue flicked your clit over and over. You couldn’t even remember numbers anymore, just the drag of his mouth, the heat of his breath, and the promise that he meant every filthy word.

[societyfolklore]

Tip of Your Nose

Title: Tip of Your Nose

Pairing: Bucky Barnes  x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+

A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 23rd: All the way down, good girl.. nose to the base, show me you can take it

Bucky sprawled back against the pillows, thighs spread, his cock heavy in your mouth. His flesh hand cradled your jaw, sliding into your hair, guiding your head down with slow, deliberate pressure.

“That’s it, doll,” he rasped, voice already ragged, his chest rising hard. “Nice and easy.”

His metal arm pressed into the mattress, clawed into the sheets, the only thing keeping him from bucking up into your mouth. He groaned low in his throat as the thick head nudged deeper.

“Breathe through your nose,” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek tenderly even as his cock filled your throat. “Good girl. Just like that. Swallow for me.”

Your eyes watered as you fought the urge to gag, spit dripping from your lips, slicking your chin. His hips trembled under your hands, every muscle straining as he held himself back.

“Christ- look at you.” His jaw clenched, his voice breaking. “All the way down, good girl… nose to the base, show me you can take it.”

He kept you there, held firm against the thick length buried down your throat, his thumb stroking soothingly over your jaw while his cock pulsed in time with your heartbeat. Tears streaked your cheeks, your throat convulsing around him as you swallowed, again and again, ruined and desperate.

“That’s it,” he groaned, head falling back, sweat dampening his hairline. “Keep swallowing- fuck- "

When you finally made it to the base, your nose pressed to his groin, he almost lost it, his cock twitching violently as a strangled groan tore out of him. His hand trembled in your hair, his voice shaking.

“Good girl.”

[societyfolklore]

I Can’t

Title: I Can’t

Pairing: Bucky Barnesx Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+, Dub/Non Con Elements (Sex Drug)

A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 14th: You’re going to make me come again

Bucky’s cock drove into you again, the wet slap of your bodies loud over the sound of your ragged breathing. Sweat poured down, soaking the sheets, your skin raw where it rubbed against his. You clutched at him, nails breaking against his back, your voice cracking.

“You’re going to make me come again..”

It came out like a sob, your cunt fluttering around him even as the ache bordered on unbearable. His groan ripped through clenched teeth, his whole body trembling.

“Me too,” he ground out, hips jerking harder. “Fuck!”

It hurt now, every thrust dragging against oversensitized walls, your thighs shaking violently under the strain of being spread open so long. Tears streaked your cheeks, your lips cracked from his endless kisses, swollen and sore. You tried to push weakly at his chest, but your body was ruined, too wrung out to resist.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky choked, forehead pressed to yours, his voice ragged. “I can’t stop, doll, I swear, I can’t- ”

The drug burned in your veins, a cruel fire that forced your body to keep clenching, keep spilling around him. Slick and cum leaked freely from your cunt, dripping down your thighs, pooling under you in the sheets. Every thrust forced more out, the bed beneath you wet with both of you.

You whimpered, gasping against his mouth, your throat too dry to speak, only swallowing his groans as he kissed you broken. His hips kept rutting, unrelenting, even as his release surged again, hot and endless, filling you until it spilled out messily around his cock.

Your body convulsed with another painful orgasm, cunt milking him as tears blurred your vision. He held you tight, whispering apologies through his groans, but still he kept moving, driven mercilessly by the drug.

Every thrust hurt now. Every thrust broke you further.

[societyfolklore]

Keep Yourself Open

Title: Keep Yourself Open

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader                

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+  

A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 30th:  Don’t you dare close those legs

Your thighs trembled, slick dripping down to stain the sheets as you fought the instinct to clamp them shut. Loki’s seed slid warm and thick from your swollen cunt, leaving you aching and exposed.

He sipped his wine slowly, lounging naked against the bedpost with infuriating composure, every inch the king surveying his prize. His gaze tracked the mess between your legs, the way your body twitched with oversensitivity, and the corner of his mouth curved.

“Don’t you dare close those legs,” he drawled, voice smooth as velvet but sharp enough to cut. “I told you- keep yourself open for me.”

You whimpered, shaking your head, but the warning tilt of his brow made your pulse stutter. He raised the glass to his lips again, smirking over the rim as if he had all the time in the world.

“Go on, darling,” he coaxed, tone honey-sweet with mockery. “Take those pretty fingers and push me back inside..”

Your breath hitched, face hot with shame, but you obeyed. Your fingers shook as they gathered up the thick spend, slick coating them before you pressed it back into your aching cunt. Your body jolted at the fresh invasion, walls clenching, the wet squelch of it loud in the room as your palm dragged against your clit in desperate need.

“That's it,” Loki murmured, eyes glittering. “Push me deeper.” Your gaze lifted to him, glazed and desperate, as he drank his wine with regal calm. The only sign of his enjoyment was the subtle twitch of his cock, betraying how your obedience stirred him.

Loki chuckled low, swirling the wine in his glass. “Don’t you dare come yet- wouldn’t want my seed spilling, would we?”

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Take Every Inch

Title: Take Every Inch

Pairing: Jotun! Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+

A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 25th: you’re taking me so well

Your body bowed under him, stretched to its breaking point, every inch of you clinging desperately to the massive cock splitting you open. Loki’s skin shimmered with Jotun blue, his size unreal, his girth veined and heavy as he pressed into you inch by inch. The burn was sharp, unbearable- yet molten pleasure flooded you with every push, every drag of him through your trembling walls.

“You’re taking me so well,” he rasped, voice curling dark and rich, like silk dragged over glass. His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you wider, forcing you to feel how much he filled you. “So tight- I can feel your body struggling, every twitch squeezing down on me, begging me to stay.”

You whimpered, nails raking over his arms, the strain inside building until your vision blurred. Heat coiled low, unbearable, twisting tighter and tighter until you shattered- squirting around him, soaking his cock, the sheets beneath you drenched. The gush only made him laugh, low and wicked, as he dragged back and drove in again, your cunt spasming helplessly around him with wet, filthy sounds.

“Messy thing,” he taunted, eyes glowing red as he looked down where you joined. “And look- ” he rocked his hips, making you cry out, “- I’m not even all the way inside. You came before I’ve given you half.” His cock pressed forward again, the blunt head grinding against resistance, making you sob.

The weight was relentless, his sheer size stretching you wide, walls straining. You buried your face in Loki’s chest, body quivering, but he only groaned, savouring the way you clenched and milked him. His teeth grazed your throat, his hips rolling back, then surging deeper, the ache blooming into unbearable pleasure.

“That’s it,” he growled, hips rocking like waves, “I’ll train you. Make you take every inch. Until your body knows it was made for a monster like me.”

[societyfolklore]

Just One More

Title: Just One More

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+

A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 16th: Want me to stop, you need to come again if you want me to stop

Bucky had you flat on your back, legs spread wide, his cock pounding into you with a steady, bruising rhythm. Sweat slicked his chest, dripping onto your skin where he loomed over you, mouth brushing against your ear.

“C’mon, doll,” he murmured, voice rough, coaxing even as his hips slammed home. “I know you’re tired.” His metal hand slid up your thigh, holding you open while his flesh hand cupped your face, thumb stroking tenderly over your cheek. “You’ve got one more in you for me.”

Your body trembled, overstimulated and aching, every nerve stretched taut. Tears pricked your eyes as you whined, “Bucky, I can’t-”

“Yes, you can.” His hips slowed just enough to grind deep, hitting the tender spot that made you gasp. “One more.” His lips brushed your temple, voice a desperate rasp. “Want me to stop? You need to come again if you want me to stop. We’ll finish together.”

Your cunt clenched hard around him, your body betraying you. He groaned, jaw tight, his pace quickening again as slick poured out of you between your thighs.

“Atta girl,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours, eyes burning into you. “That’s it- Almost there. Come for me.”

The orgasm ripped through you, sharp and unbearable, your walls spasming tight around his cock. You sobbed his name as he held you down, his hips stuttering before he spilled inside you, groaning like it was tearing him apart now.

He kissed you through it, open-mouthed and messy, swallowing your cries as you broke together. “Good girl. Always one more for me.”