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…°※Introduction
Info About Me
Name: Kaz/Eliot
Pronouns: Idc
Age: 18
Sexuality: Pansexual
Interests: Music (send music recs plsplsplspls), Genshin Impact, MCU, DC, Interview with the Vampire, FNAF, etc etc.
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About The Blog
I started this blog for kinktober but I never actually finished it, so I’m finishing that prompt list lol. I crosspost on ao3 if you prefer to read there, my username is still uni4rm :)
I do take requests of any fandom, but I will not write rape,pedophilia,zoophilia, incest (selfcest is fine), etc. I will refuse a request if I am uncomfortable with it. Most, if not all my writing will be MLM, WLW, NBLM, NBLW, or NBLNB, I am absolutely terrible at writing straight ships I’m not even exaggerating.
This is my only account, I only post my writing here. If you see my writing anywhere else please report it and tell me!
Also, I will say I am a pretty shit writer, but if you want me to write about your OCs I’d be happy to. All you gotta do is dm me and give me some background info on them.
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Intricate
Day 9: Shibari
X: Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel
CW: Shibari, sexual intimacy but no sex
(My Prompt Calendar)
Pamela Isly liked the little details of life. The way rain sounds when it hits the window, the green of leaves on trees, the weeds that grow in between the cracks of pavement on the sidewalk. Noticing the beauty of everything was most important to her. In addition to noticing, she loves to create beauty as well, and just like how she can find beauty in anything, she can make it from anything. It’s why when Harleen asked to be tied up the next time they had sex that she decided to make it as beautiful as possible. Harleen is beautiful, Pamela knows this better than anyone because she sees her everyday, so to make art as beautiful as her felt like an impossible task, but damn was she going to try.
So, after buying quite a bit of rope from her local hardware store, and getting a bit of a look from the employee while checking out, she’s back home. Her computer screen lights up her face as she browses the internet for inspiration. She reads through numerous online forums, blogs, and even watches a few videos on how to do shibari. Her eyes light up at the intricacies of the art form, the knots of the ropes, and the endless possibilities. She realizes she’s getting ahead of herself, she’s not yet a pro but it’s not like this would be her first time tying someone up, it would just be with rope instead of vines. She couldn’t stop herself from being excited though, shibari itself was beautiful and she couldn’t help but to imagine Harleen all tied up like that. All Pamela had to do was wait for her to come home.
Pamela passes the time by doing heaps of research on all the different kinds of knots and ways to tie someone up, and soon she hears the front door open as Harleen walks in. She’s as chipper as usual, giving Pamela a kiss on the lips as a greeting. Pamela kisses her back, standing up to greet her properly, “welcome back”, Pamela says as she pulls Harleen closer to her. “What’d you do all day”, Harleen asks, breaking the hug to walk to the bedroom to undress after a long day. “How about you take your shower, and then I can show you what I’ve been doing”, Pamela proposes and Harleen agrees. She always took the longest showers, but it gave Pamela time to prepare the ropes. She taps her fingers waiting for Harleen to get out of the shower, and it takes an hour, but the water finally turns off. Harleen steps out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her, Pamela smiles.
“Don’t bother getting dressed, just come here”, Pamela pats the spot on the bed next to her, Harleen laughs as she sits down. “What’s with all the ropes”, Harleen questions, even though she can most likely guess what they’re for, she wanted to hear Pamela say it. Pamela smiles, undoing Harleen’s towel, “I’m going to tie you up, make it all pretty”, she says, kissing Harleen’s lips. “A lot of rope for just me, you do know I only have two arms and two legs, right?” Harleen jests, Pamela laughs and nods her head. “Just relax and watch”, she says and Harleen does as she’s told.
Pamela starts with a simple tie, binding Harleen’s wrists together behind her back. She binds Harleen’s arms next, paying close attention to the knots to make sure it’s not painful. She ties a rope to the rope on Harleen’s arms, she straps it around her shoulder, making an X shape across Harleen as she ties it in the back. She gives an extra squeeze to Harleen’s breasts and kisses her neck before continuing on. From there, she works on Harleen’s legs, binding her ankles together before making crossing patterns in her thighs using the rope. Harleen watches, her eyes never leaving Pamela. This is far from what she expected when she said she wanted to be tied up, but she’s enjoying it. The pressure of the ropes is rather relaxing, and the designs Pamela is making are detailed. She has to wonder if Pamela had ever done this before, she makes a mental note to ask.
Pamela wraps a rope around Harleen’s waist, trailing it down to her hips, then crossing it and knotting it around her thighs. Pamela smiles at her work, she thinks Harleen looks gorgeous. She stands from the bed, grabbing their body mirror from the corner and placing it in front of Harleen. “What do you think”, Pamela asks as she holds the mirror to Harleen. “I like it, it’s…intricate”.
End
Going back to Honolulu just to get that Maui Wowie I’ll be back twin
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Right Beside Me
Day 8: Webcam
X: Kate Kane X Sophie Moore
CW: Webcam sex, masturbation
(My Prompt Calendar)
Natalia Mitternacht, Nocturna, the bane of Kate’s existence, they were all the same person, and she is the reason Kate is not home in bed next to Sophie. Kate found out that Nocturna had some evil plan up her sleeves, one that she doesn’t know the details of just yet. All that Kate knows is that she has to find Nocturna before she unleashes danger onto all of Gotham. Right now though, Kate can do nothing but pace around her hotel room as the afternoon sun is high in the sky. Nocturna is a vampire, and given that she’s sensitive to light, she usually does her dirty work at night. Kate figured that in order to find Nocturna, she should search all of Gotham as quick as possible, so she’s been staying in hotel rooms instead of going home.
Kate will be the first to admit, she wants to go home. She misses the feeling of Sophie’s warm body next to her’s, cuddling with her from the late hours of the night into the early hours of the morning, being away from it was hell. Kate would complain to Sophie through call, and Sophie would jest that it’s only been a few days, but a few days was far too long for Kate. Kate was growing restless without Sophie, not doing anything at all during the day was getting to her. It’s not like Kate couldn’t leave the hotel, but what was there to do in Gotham that would take her mind off of Sophie? Kate is an independent woman, she can survive on her own, but surviving with Sophie is more enjoyable. Kate doesn’t want to bother Sophie throughout the day, yet she finds herself mindlessly dialing Kate’s number into her phone before pressing the call button.
It rings a few times before Sophie’s voice sounds from the other end of the phone, “hello”, her voice rings through Kate’s ears like a melody. A smile graces Kate’s face as she sits on the hotel bed, “hey, I was just calling to check in on you”, Kate knows that Sophie doesn’t need to be checked on, Sophie herself knows that she doesn’t need to be checked on, but Kate just wanted to hear Sophie’s voice. “I’m fine”, Kate could practically hear the eye-roll in Sophie’s voice, that does not deter Kate one bit. “What are you up to”, Kate questions as she gets comfortable on the bed, “nothing important, did you need something”, Sophie gives a short response, wanting Kate to get to the point of why she was calling. Kate runs a hand through her fiery red hair, sighing as she answers, “no, I just wanted to call to kick the boredom”, Kate answers as Sophie chuckles.
“Well, I’m just as bored here as you are there”, Sophie takes a seat on the sofa back at their home, sighing as she relaxes. Kate hums in thought, “it’s odd, I’m used to having you in arm’s length, right beside me. The bed feels cold”, she reminisces dramatically, rolling from one side to the other. Sophie’s tone becomes playful, she slouches on the sofa, “and what would you do if I was in bed with you”? Kate goes quiet for a moment before a smile graces her features, “we’d watch movies, order room service, maybe talk”, Kate teases, already aware of where the conversation was heading. “That’s all? You wouldn’t want to do anything else”, Sophie pries as Kate grins from the other end of the line. “Am I missing something”, Kate maintains her oblivious act, but obviously she knows what Sophie is getting at.
“Really, so you wouldn’t, I don’t know, unbutton my shirt, maybe take off my pants”, Sophie says as she begins to fiddle at the buttons on her own shirt. Kate not being with her was hell for Sophie as well, she missed Kate almost as much as Kate missed her, but she refused to distract Kate from her goal of finding Nocturna, so she never said anything, Now, however, it was becoming obvious that Sophie wanted Kate, and Kate most definitely wanted Sophie. “Only if you wanted me to do all of those things”, Kate responds as she envisions stripping Sophie naked. It was something she had done a numerous amount of times, but it never got old.
“Of course I would, it’s just too bad you’re not with me”, Sophie sighs, but an idea lights up in her head. “Why don’t we video call, I can see you and you can see me”, Kate immediately smiles at the idea, “anything to let me see your face right now”, Kate says as she sits up. She takes a pillow, props her phone on it, and then video calls Sophie. The screen lights up with her face and they both smile. Sophie is laying relaxed on the couch, her curly hair framing her face. “Well, it’s nice to see you again”, Kate says, taking in all of Sophie’s face. “You’ve only been gone for a week”, Kate rolls her eyes at Sophie’s insistence that it hasn’t been a long time, it’s been long enough in Kate’s mind. “Seeing you just makes me want to touch you, but I can’t. Can you satiate my desire and maybe take off your shirt”, Kate asks, fiddling with the hem of her own shirt. Sophie obliges, unbuttoning her shirt and throwing it to the side. Her bust is almost on full display, only covered by a plain black bra, Kate licks her lips.
“You have to take yours off too, it’s only fair”, Sophie gestures to Kate’s shirt before Kate nods. She takes off her shirt setting it next to her, Kate can see Sophie’s eyes travel down to her boobs. Unlike Sophie, Kate wasn’t wearing a bra, it’s more comfortable for her when she’s just lounging around and waiting for nightfall. Sophie’s eyes trail back up to meet Kate’s eyes, she props her phone up so that Kate can see her entire body. Sophie began to strip off her pants and underwear, throwing them somewhere haphazardly like how she threw her shirt. Kate follows suit, stripping herself then setting the clothes to the side.
It was new, but not awkward, neither of them had ever done anything like this before, but they were willing to try. Kate begins to touch herself first, seeing Sophie, naked, sprawled out on the couch like a pornstar was enough to get her going. She uses her fingers to rub her clit, her eyes closing as the pleasure makes its way through her body. Sophie, a bit more hesitant, starts slowly, watching Kate get into it a bit more. The sound of Kate’s moans fill both her hotel room, and the living room back home where Sophie is. “Sophie…I really wish you were here”, Kate moans out, using her free hand to brush the hair out of her face. Sophie nods, agreeing with Kate’s sentiment, “I wish you were with me too”, she echos Kate’s words, biting her lip as she gets a bit more into it. Kate opens her eyes, immediately beginning to watch the way Sophie is touching herself, she moans at the sight.
“You’re so beautiful, I love the way you touch yourself”, Kate coos making Sophie blush a bit. The two get into a natural rhythm, watching as the other one masturbates. It felt dirty, it was dirty, and Kate and Sophie have had sex with each other prior to this but this somehow felt more private. Kate gazes through hooded eyelids at Sophie, she was a sight for sore eyes. Her brown, curly hair falling atop her face, her body twisting and squirming at the pleasure, her delicate fingers masturbating her pussy, Kate could drink in the sight all day. If there was a way to have this image of Sophie tattooed onto her mind forever, she would do it in a heartbeat. Sophie feels the same way about Kate, she wants to run a hand through her hair, lick all over her breasts, move Kate’s hand away and eat Kate out until she’s cumming in Sophie’s mouth. Sophie does not outwardly express her sexuality nor her sexual desires nearly as much as Kate does, but Kate makes her feel more comfortable in doing so.
Kate orgasms first, legs squeezing shut around her hand as she cums with a yelp. She rubs with haste as she comes down from her orgasm, eventually going lax on the bed. Sophie isn’t far behind, but she’s quieter about it. She gasps, biting her lip as she finishes. They both lay in silence, catching their breath. Kate wipes sweat from her face as she looks at Kate, a smile gracing her lips.
“After I catch Nocturna, I’m coming home and touching you myself”, Sophie gleams at the thought as she smiles back at Kate. “That’s a promise”.
End
Confession time: I really had to fight the urge to sneak a ‘Kiss Me Thru The Phone’ reference in here😔 Like I was so close to making Sophie’s phone number 6789998212. IM FIGHTING SOULJA BOY DEMONS
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You’ll Feel Me
Day 7: Blindfolds
X: Harleen Quinzel x Pamela Isly
CW: Blindfolds, restraints, vibrators
(My Prompt Calendar)
Pamela was used to doing the restraining, she was not used to being restrained. Pamela was used to having the power, not being at the mercy of someone with power. Pamela was used to being on top, not being under the one on top. Pamela is not use to the situation she currently finds herself in.
The chains of the handcuffs rattle as she tugs at them, she feels the cool metal against her wrists as they restrain her movements. Pamela could easily break the handcuffs and free herself from the bed she was currently bound to, but she didn’t, she was enjoying the suspense. Harley had said she wanted to try something new, and Pamela was always up for something new, especially with the ever-adventurous Harleen Quinzel. Though she will admit, this is not what she was had in mind when Harley first approached her. Pamela’s senses were heightened given the fact that her sight has been stripped away by a silk sleeping mask. She is enveloped by darkness, but she couldn’t have felt more alert. She hears the sound of heels clicking against the floor, the sound of the window closing, then, she heard nothing.
Pamela couldn’t see it, but she could feel Harley’s hungry eyes on her, it sends a shiver down her spine. Pamela was stripped bare, wrists and ankles confined to the bed post, she was powerless, but she welcomed it. She feels a hand on her face, cupping her chin. Harley kisses her, the kiss quick and teasing, Pamela already wanted more. “You know”, Harley starts, walking to the foot of the bed, “you look really good like this. If you didn’t have that mask on I would let you see in a mirror, but maybe next time”. Harley teases, running her fingers up Pamela’s thigh, stopping just before it got to the spot Pamela wanted her to touch the most.
Pamela felt electric, every touch crackling through her skin. She couldn’t see Harley, but she could picture the grin on her face as she teased her, she could picture the lust in her eyes as she kissed her, she could picture the way Harley struts across the room in her heels. She couldn’t see Harley, but fuck, she wanted to see her. Harley kisses Pamela’s neck as Pamela struggles against the cuffs. She wanted to touch Harley, wanted to see her, wanted to experience all of her, but she couldn’t. She can hear Harley laugh, “seeing you like this is so nice, I should’ve done this a long time ago”, Harley says before kissing down Pamela’s chest.
Harley fondles Pamela’s breasts in her hands, cupping and massaging them. Pamela moans, feeling Harley’s hands work their magic, her fingertips making small circles over her nipples. Harley begins to suck hickeys on the bust and the cleavage underneath her, nestling her face between Pamela’s boobs as she does so. Pamela writhes, she tugs at the handcuffs again but nothing comes of it. The rattling of the handcuffs and the sound of Pamela’s strained moans fill the room as Harley continues her attack on Pamela’s chest. She sucks on Pamela’s nipple, the pad of her thumb playing with the other. Pamela groans, squirming underneath Harley. God, she wanted to see Harley, wanted to watch all the filthy things Harley was going to do to her, but the sleeping mask blocked her view. Pamela wishes she could damn the sleeping mask to hell for restricting the view of her gorgeous lover.
Harley’s kisses trail down, focusing on Pamela’s waist. Harley’s hands grip Pamela’s waist tight as she kisses Pamela’s abs, leaving hickeys in the wake. Then, she moves to Pamela’s waist, lips kissing every centimeter of the curve. Harley sighs in pleasure, the feeling of her lips against Pamela’s supple skin was addicting, she was drunk on Pamela alone. Harley makes sure that her lips don’t miss a single inch of Pamela’s flesh, after all, it’s not often that Harley is the one in control. She wants to savor this, but her rationality is slipping as her lips move closer and closer to the heat between Pamela’s thighs. Harley could already taste Pamela on her tongue, but she was getting ahead of herself. It was not an easy task, having to pace herself was just as teasing to her as it was to Pamela, and soon she wasn’t going to be able to restrain herself any longer.
Harley makes her way down to Pamela’s thighs, spreading them open as she kissing the inside. Pamela moans, gritting her teeth and furrowing her brows. Harley was so close to where she needed her the most, but she couldn’t move her arms to guide Harley and she couldn’t even see when Harley would touch her. Pamela sucks in a breath, “Harley, will you take it off…please”, Pamela asks, her voice a bit breathy. “Take what off, I’m not sure what you’re talking about”, Harley teases Pamela as she frowns, “the blindfold, I want to see you”. Harley giggles, “you won’t need to see me, you’ll feel me”, she runs a hand down Pamela’s thighs, examining the hickeys she left and admiring her work. Pamela huffs, she knew asking most likely wasn’t going to get her anywhere, but she at least had to try. She’s opens her mouth, about to protest, when she’s cut off by a moan escaping her lips.
Harley begins to lick at Pamela’s wet cunt. First it’s long and slow, Harley’s tongue dragging from top to bottom; then she switches to kitten licks, her tongue flicking against Pamela’s clit. What Pamela wouldn’t give for this eye mask to be taken off of her, to see Harley’s white hair in between her thighs as she laps at Pamela’s pussy. The thought alone is dizzying, but nothing compared to actually seeing it with her own eyes. Pamela’s lashes flutter against the mask as she closes her eyes, Harley works magic with her mouth, she never fails to make Pamela’s eyes roll back with her tongue alone. Harley slurps at Pamela’s juices, the taste lingering on her tastebuds as she laps at Pamela. Harley moans, licking Pamela’s cunt with the fervor of a mad woman, Pamela’s wetness gracing Harley’s nose as she pulls her closer.
Pamela’s legs quiver as Harley continues her motions. Harley can tell that Pamela is close, and not wanting her to finish just yet, she pulls away. Pamela makes a sound of disappointment but Harley just chuckles, standing up and making her way over to the bedside table. Pamela can’t see where Harley is, but she can hear her by her head, she’s curious as to what Harley is doing over there. Her curiosity is satiated as she hears the low hum of a vibrator. Harley climbs onto the bed, she strips herself of her pants and heels as she leans down and gives Pamela a kiss. Harley presses the vibrator against Pamela’s clit, rubbing in a circular motion. Pamela moans as she squirms, her movements still restricted by those damn cuffs.
Pamela feels a weight pressing against the vibrator as Harley leans onto it. The two moan in tandem, Harley begins grinding against it and right now all Pamela wants to do is look into her eyes and hold onto her hips. Her mind wanders a bit to destroying both the cuffs and the eye mask after this, but it’s brought back to the present as Harley turns up the speed on the vibrator. Pamela’s jaw goes slack as she lets out a slew of mumbled curses; Harley groans on top of her, gripping Pamela’s waist. The vibrations on Pamela’s clit drive her up the wall and she can feel her orgasm quickly approaching. She curls her toes and squeezes her eyes closed, the cuffs clank as she thrashes around underneath the vibrator. Harley throws her head back, the vibrator sending waves of pleasure through her body.
“Shit…Harley…I’m gonna cum”, Pamela warns, feeling as if she might snap at any moment. “Oh please do”, Harley encourages, her breath becoming labored, and Pamela doesn’t need to be told twice. She cums, a string of incoherent words flowing out of her mouth as she rides out her orgasm. Harley rolls off of Pamela, turning the vibrator up a notch as she finishes herself off while Pamela catches her breath. She rubs the vibrator against her clit feverishly, chasing her orgams. She cums with a groan, panting as she turns the vibrator down slowly before clicking it fully off.
There’s a silence in the room as Harley catches her breath. It was a pleasurable experience, they bask in the afterglow of the entire experience for a moment before Harley gets up. She uncuffs Pamela and removes the blindfold and then lays back down. Pamela blinks, her eyes adjusting to the light again. “That was…nice”, Harley runs a hand through her hair, Pamela nods.
“I prefer being able to see you though”.
End
PAMELA ONE CHANCE PLEASE🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 I NEED THOSE TITTIES
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This Is Ridiculous
Day 6: Outdoor Sex/Humiliation
X: Wade Wilson X Logan Howlett
CW: Outdoor sex, humiliation, degradation, orgasm denial, top Logan, bottom Wade
(My Prompt Calendar)
The sound of leaves crunching echo through the forest. It was dark, quiet, and miles away from humanity. Logan questioned what they were even doing out there, but every time he asked Wade, Wade just said that they were “almost there”. He’s been saying that for miles, and Logan is beginning to think they are not “almost there”.
“Wade, how much longer until we’re there, and don’t give me that ‘we’re almost there’ bullshit”, Logan is very obviously annoyed, and who wouldn’t be in this predicament? They’ve been walking since mid day and now the sun has set, and frankly, it’s beginning to get cold. It’s starting to feel like they’ve wasted an entire day, and unless the keys to the universe are at the end of this walk, then they have. “Okay, can I be completely honest with you, I think I made a wrong turn a few miles back”, Wade admits sheepishly, he gives a shrug and a slight smile but Logan isn’t smiling one bit.
“You got us lost? Wade, why didn’t you tell me you got us lost before the sun set”, Logan looks at Wade as their walking comes to a halt. “I would’ve said something, but I was enjoying this. No screaming, no havoc, no explosions, no interruptions”, Wade stretches his arms out, taking in the scenery around them once more. The sky was an inky black, dotted with stars and the moon to illuminate it, the treetops provided a canopy above them, light leaking through the leaves, the wind was crisp as it whistled through the night and ruffled the trees, it was rather isolated. “There were no interruptions because we’re in the middle of nowhere. Wade, why did you even bring me out here to begin with”, but Wade just shrugs yet again, “I don’t even think I remember”.
Logan wanted to punch the shit out of Wade, and he almost did, but that wouldn’t have done anything. “This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous, you’re ridiculous”, Logan exclaims, at his wit’s end with Wade, and Wade doesn’t even seem to be apologetic. That’s what’s pissing him off the most about this situation, not that Wade got them lost and wasted an entire day just walking around a forest, but that he doesn’t seem sorry about it at all. “I mean we all make mistakes, it’s not like I almost got us killed”, and that much was true, Wade did not get them killed, but Logan was on the verge of killing Wade.
Logan had to take a deep breath, if he didn’t he might’ve done something stupid, and Wade had done enough stupid things for the both of them today. He pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he thinks, Wade puts an arm around his shoulder. “It’s not that big a deal, we’ll just turn around and go back-“, Wade doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Logan takes the arm that was around his shoulder and uses it to pin him to the ground. “We could’ve turned around ages ago, but you decided to keep walking. I just don’t understand what could make you think that was a good idea”, Logan questions Wade, but Wade doesn’t have a solid answer. “I just figured I’d find my way at some point”, he says, avoiding Logan’s harsh gaze by looking at the trees above them.
“You figured you’d find your way at some point”, Logan repeats incredulously, looking at Wade as if he just said the dumbest thing possible, “we can turn around”, Wade mutters. “Turn around and go where, you don’t know where we are dumbass. Is the only good use for your mouth to suck on my dick or do educated things come out of it on occasion”, Wade turns his head to the side, his cheeks turning red, but Logan grabs his face and forces Wade to look at him. Wade stutters, trying to come up with a retort, but his mind goes blank. “You got us lost and now you can’t even give me a proper back and forth, what goes on in that stupid head of yours? I’m starting to think it’s just static in there”, the insults sting, but Wade can’t help the fact that they’re doing something to him. It doesn’t help that Logan is on top of him in this compromising position, it’s not like anyone was likely to stumble across them like this, but there was always a chance given that they were out in the open.
Wade let’s Logan spew insults at him, and Logan was quite creative with them. It’s not that Wade didn’t want to retaliate, it was that he couldn’t. The endless ambush of disrespect was going straight to Wade’s pants, and as much as he wishes it wasn’t, he couldn’t help it. Wade unconsciously bucks his hips as Logan shifts on top of him, Logan looks at him before looking down at Wade’s very apparent hard-on in his pants. “You’re hard, now where did that come from”, Logan asks teasingly as he reaches a hand down, taking Wade’s cock in his hand and giving it a squeeze. Wade groans, a pink flush beginning to paint his cheeks. “Was this from me yelling at you”, Logan asks, Wade shakes his head profusely in refusal, but Logan just laughs. “That’s absolutely pathetic. You got turned on because I was insulting you? I mean that’s a new low, even for you Wade”. Wade covers his face, but Logan moves his hands, “you don’t get to hide from this Wade, you weren’t embarrassed when you were getting us lost were you? Why do you get to hide your face now? You should feel shameful, you wasted my entire day”.
Logan reprimands Wade, stroking him through the fabric of his pants as he does so. “I could tell everyone I know about this, tell them about how you got hard just from me insulting you, you’d become a laughingstock. I would hate to be you right now. I’d hate to be you any day of the week, but especially now”, he jests as Wade bites his lips to keep himself from moaning, Logan’s hand still squeezing and fondling Wade’s cock through his pants. “Where’s all the charisma you had before, hmm? You aren’t usually this quiet Wade, especially not when I’m touching you. Cat got your tongue”, Logan gives Wade’s dick a particularly hard squeeze, drawing out a moan from him. Wade can’t look Logan in the eyes, he felt completely degraded, and he liked it, that’s the worst part about this all. Logan moves from atop Wade, leaning against a tree and unbuttoning his pants, freeing his cock from its confinement.
The cool air hits his dick, making a shiver run down his spine. He relaxes against the tree, slouching down a bit as Wade watches. He blatantly stares at Logan’s cock, licking his lips. Wade doesn’t say anything, just waits for Logan to invite him over, he has to admit that the idea of having sex in a forest was exciting. He and Logan had fucked in many places, the kitchen counter, the car, the shower, the couch, and obviously the bed, but never outside, never where they could be caught. Even if the chances were relatively low, the thought still made Wade’s heart race. Logan pats his thigh, signaling for Wade to come over to him. Wade begins to stand up to make his way over to Logan, but Logan stops him. “No, crawl to me, on your hands and knees. You wanna take a walk in a forest like a dog and waste my time, you can act like one too”, Wade opens his mouth to protest, but he already knows it’ll be futile. He debates for a moment, the few shreds of pride he has left, or Logan’s cock, which one did he want more? Pride wasn’t going to fill his mouth or fuck him.
And so, Wade got on his hands and knees.
He hesitated for a moment, feeling the last bits of his pride crumble to bits, but the humiliation wasn’t enough to stop him from wanting Logan’s dick. He could feel the ground underneath his palms, the leaves crunching as he makes his way over to Logan. He felt shame, he felt embarrassed, he felt less than, but above all, he felt arousal, and that was enough to make him keep going. He reaches Logan, settling between his thighs as Logan’s gaze meets his own. Logan runs a hand though his hair, twirling the strands of hair between his fingers. “Suck”, Logan demands, and that one word was enough to make Wade obey.
Wade takes Logan’s cock into his mouth, nose touching the base as he sucks Logan off. Logan isn’t particularly loud, but he does give an approving grunt as Wade begins his actions. The stimulation was enough to make Logan squeeze his eyes shut as he presses Wade’s head down. Wade comes back up with a cough, wiping his mouth before sinking right back down on Logan’s cock. “That’s right, take all of my dick in your mouth. That’s all your mouth is useful for”, Logan huffs as Wade bobs his head up and down on his cock. He relaxes, letting Wade do all of the work with none of his help. “You wasted my entire day and didn’t even apologize. So if you’re not gonna tell me, then you can show me that you’re sorry”, Wade comes back up for air, giving Logan a nod at his words.
Wade is messy, he doesn’t bother with making sure that he’s not slobbering or drooling, and Logan takes note of this. “You’re that hungry for me? Hungry for my cock to be down your throat, hmm? Such a slut, making a mess all over me”, Logan says, feeling how Wade moans at his words as the vibrations run through Logan’s dick. The pleasure was immense, still not enough to make Logan forget about the events of today, but enough to make him begin to forgive Wade for his stupidity. Wade sucks like it’s the last time he’ll ever have anything in his mouth, frantic to make Logan cum so Wade can taste his seed. Logan reaches a hand down, beginning to palm against Wade’s clothed cock again.
Wade ruts against Logan’s hand, desperate to feel more than just the small amount of stimulation Logan is giving him. Logan doesn’t stop him, too busy paying attention to the feeling of Wade’s mouth on his cock to care. He flattens his palm so that Wade can rub against it himself, that’s less work that he has to do. Logan lets out a lengthy groan, feeling Wade’s tongue swirl around his tip. He closes his eyes and leans his head back once more, placing a hand on Wade’s head.
Logan can feel himself getting close, he begins to thrust into Wade’s mouth as he chases his orgasm. Wade continues to suck, though it’s a bit more challenging as Logan fucks his mouth. He can feel Logan’s cock thrusting deep into his throat, he’s sure it’s going to be sore tomorrow. Logan’s pace is relentless, the sound of him fucking into Wade’s mouth echos through the forest. If anyone was around, they would surely be able to hear it, and they would surely know what they were doing. However, Logan isn’t concerned with any of that, only cumming into Wade’s mouth and making him swallow all of it. With a few more thrusts, Logan orgasms, he mumbles a slew of cuss words as he rides his orgasm out. He pulls out of Wade’s mouth, looking him in the eye, “swallow”, Logan commands and Wade does as he’s told. He gulps, swallowing the load that was so graciously given to him.
Logan tucks his cock back into his pants, zipping up as he stands. “Alright, let’s find our way back”, Logan says, looking down at Wade who was still on the ground. “I didn’t cum yet”, Wade wipes his mouth, standing up to meet Logan. “You’ll cum when we find our way back”, Logan begins to walk away, leaving Wade in shock.
“Oh fuck my life”, Wade rolls his eyes as he drags his feet behind Logan. Unfortunately for Wade, it’s going to be a long walk.
“This is ridiculous”, he mutters in annoyance.
End
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Just A Little More
Day 5: Dacryphilia, Finger Sucking
X: Clark Kent X Bruce Wayne
CW: Dacryphilia, finger sucking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, edging, top Clark, bottom Bruce
(My Prompt Calendar)
Clark Kent is a very moral man. He would rescue a cat from a tree, help an old lady cross the road, keep even the smallest of creatures safe from danger, Clark’s greatest joy in life was making people smile. Clark Kent would never take pleasure in seeing other people cry, it’s just not who he is. At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.
It has been a week since the incident, the incident where Bruce cried during sex, and it has been plaguing Clark’s mind ever since. At first, Clark wanted to stop, he feared that he was hurting Bruce. Bruce wouldn’t let him, he practically pleaded for Clark to keep going, and seeing Bruce’s tear stained face while he was begging for Clark to fuck him made something in Clark snap. He tried to shake off the memory, he so desperately wants to pretend it didn’t happen, but every time he looks at Bruce all he sees is images of that night.
Bruce is none the wiser of Clark’s struggles. He doesn’t see the way Clark bites his lip whenever Bruce walks around in just a towel, or how Clark’s gaze lingers just a bit too long on Bruce’s lips whenever he’s talking. It’s not that Bruce was oblivious, he was extremely observant, but Clark was good at hiding it. Yet, things hidden under the surface can only be kept secret for long before they bubble up, and Clark is at his breaking point.
All it takes is for Bruce to come out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist and damp hair for Clark to break, all restrain suddenly flying out of the window. Bruce wasn’t purposely teasing Clark, he simply wanted to take a shower and unwind, but Clark couldn’t help but feel tempted. Clark just wanted to read a book before bed, he had already cozied himself under the duvet, ready to read a few chapters before falling asleep, but the water running down Bruce’s abs, and his muscles flexing as he stretched were reason enough for Clark to wordlessly make his way over to Bruce.
With his book now forgotten on the nightstand, Clark pulls Bruce by his shoulders into a kiss. Bruce seems surprised, but welcomes it nonetheless, wrapping his arms around Clark’s waist. When the two finally break for air, Bruce gives Clark an inquisitive look. “What was that for”, Bruce wipes his lips, looking at Clark, Clark shakes his head. “I need you, I need you badly”, Clark answers, his voice is breathy and his eyes are full of need, so Bruce gives him a nod. Clark is never this needy, never this desperate, so Bruce, despite being surprised, wanted to give Clark what he wanted.
Clark whisks Bruce to the bed, laying him down before stripping all of his clothes off. Clark takes the towel from around Bruce’s waist, throwing it somewhere on the ground, before pinning Bruce to the bed. He wraps a hand around Bruce’s wrists before planting a kiss on Bruce’s lips, then moving down to his neck and marking him with hickeys. Clark nips and sucks at Bruce’s neck, the bruising was definitely going to last for a while, but Clark wasn’t thinking about the future. He kisses his way down Bruce’s body, hickeys blooming in the wake of his lips as he marks Bruce’s body.
Bruce squirms a bit under Clark’s lips, but since his wrists are restrained by Clark’s hands, he can’t touch him like he wants to. “C-Clark…”, Bruce groans as Clark continues to suck hickeys onto him. Clark lets go of Bruce’s wrists as he makes his way down to his thighs. He spreads them open, biting at the flesh before kissing it better. “Ngh”, Bruce exhales, running a hand through his hair. Clark looks up at Bruce, wiping his mouth as he crawls back up in between Bruce’s thighs. He places his fingers against Bruce’s lips, his thumb wiping Bruce’s bottom lip.
“Suck”, Clark says to Bruce, a bit more of a commanding voice than usual. Bruce opens his mouth and begins to suck on Clark’s fingers. He locks eyes with Clark, he’s biting his lip as he watches Bruce suck his fingers. “That’s it, suck them just like that”, Clark praises as he curls his fingers in Bruce’s mouth. Bruce groans, a bit of saliva dripping from his mouth, Clark wipes it away. Bruce’s phone rings, but Clark ignores it without a second thought. “No need to worry about that, it’s not important, just keep sucking”, he looks at Bruce, keeping eye contact with him as Bruce’s tongue swirls around his fingers.
Clark runs a hand through Bruce’s hair, thrusting his fingers into Bruce’s mouth. Clark looks pleased as Bruce wraps a hand around Clark’s wrist, keeping the fingers in his mouth. Bruce’s lips are gleaming with saliva, Clark’s free hand wraps around Bruce’s waist. “Suck them good, just like that, get them nice and wet for me”, Bruce whines at Clark’s words and he thrusts his hips up. Bruce’s cock is hard and just waiting to be touched, so is Clark’s, but both of them are far too focused on the situation at hand.
After some time though, Clark pulls his fingers from Bruce’s mouth, a string of saliva connecting them. Bruce pants as he catches his breath, Clark looks at Bruce as if he was an angel, but he knows he’s nowhere near done with him. Clark takes his hand that was previously in Bruce’s mouth, wrapping it around Bruce’s neglected cock. Bruce cries out, toes curling in pleasure as Clark begins to stroke. The slide is wet and slick as Bruce’s saliva on Clark’s hand mixes with the precum on his cock.
Bruce’s legs squirm as he whines, Clark strokes Bruce’s cock and plays with his balls at the same time, stimulating him the best he can with just his hands. Bruce grips the sheets, Back arching off of the bed. Clark was especially good with his hands, alternating between swiveling them side to side and moving them up and down, Bruce’s eyes closed as he felt himself nearing his peak.
“Oh…shit, ‘m close”, Bruce stutters out hips bucking as they match Clark’s rhythm. Just as Bruce was about to cum, Clark’s hands pulled away. Bruce’s eyes snap open, he almost looks offended, “what the hell dude, what was that for”, Bruce questions as Clark rubs his inner thigh, “I’ll let you cum, don’t worry”. Clark says as he slowly begins to stroke Bruce again, though his speed is nowhere near as fast as it was before.
He builds up the pace slow and steady until he’s stroking Bruce at a rapid pace again. Bruce’s face tenses up and he squeezes his eyes shut, his back arches off the bed, he can feel himself about to cum at any second. Then, Clark stops, again. Bruce looks at Clark for the second time, but Clark’s response is the same as the last time, “I’ll let you cum, don’t worry”. He says as he begins to stroke Clark yet again, this time though, he reaches up and taps two fingers against Bruce’s lips, signaling for him to start sucking on them again.
Bruce sucks on Clark’s fingers as Clark strokes his cock, it is becoming increasingly red and hard, but Clark seems to be enjoying watching it. Bruce twitches in Clark’s hand as his toes curl in pleasure, he builds up to an orgasm again, just for Clark to take it away from him. Bruce is getting increasingly frustrated, but Clark just tells him to have patience. Clark takes his fingers out of Bruce’s mouth, he reaches down and begins to finger Bruce, all while still jerking his cock off.
Bruce is sure that Clark was finally going to let him cum this time, but as Clark stops again, Bruce can feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “Just a little more, I know you can do it”, Clark praises Bruce, knowing he wants to see more of Bruce’s tears, he builds him up to an orgasm yet again, but denying him just at the last second. Bruce can feel the tears begin to trickle down his cheeks, Clark kisses them away. “You’re doing so good for me”, Clark takes his fingers from Bruce’s hole, lining his cock up with it before slowly pushing it in. He makes sure that Bruce is fully adjusted before thrusting.
It starts slow, but as Clark sees the teardrops falling from Bruce’s lashes, he can’t help but to speed up. Bruce wraps his arms around Clark’s neck, tears running down his face as he squeezes his eyes shut. Bruce finally cums with a yelp, holding onto Clark tight as he rides out his orgasm. Clark doesn’t stop thrusting though, in fact, he speeds up.
Bruce looks at Clark with tears in his eyes, fingernails digging into Clark’s shoulder as Clark pounds into him. Clark holds Bruce’s eye contact, watching as the few tears turn to choked sobs as he continues to thrust. Bruce just keeps chanting Clark’s name like it was a prayer. Bruce orgasms again, barely having time to come down from his high before he begins to feel another one approaching.
“You’re taking my cock so good, god, you look beautiful”, Clark never takes his eyes off of Bruce, not even for a second, but Bruce’s eyes are unfocused and watery as he orgasms again. He’s lost count at how many there have been by now, and it’s starting to become quite a lot. “T-too much…it’s ngh”, Bruce chokes out, Clark nods, “I’m almost there, can you take it”, Bruce nods at the question as he wipes tears from his eyes.
Clark intertwines his hand with Bruce’s, squeezing it tight. He continues his thrusts, his rhythm stuttering as he feels himself getting close, he knows he won’t last much longer. Clark leans down, capturing Bruce’s lips in a kiss as he finally cums. Clark collapses on top of Bruce, not bothering to pull out. “You okay”, Clark asks with concern lacing his voice, Bruce just gives a nod. “Do you want me to clean you up”, Bruce just gives another nod, seemingly too tired to talk. So, Clark makes his way to the bathroom, coming back with a wet rag. “I love you”, Clark says, giving him a kiss.
Bruce just smiles.
End
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Person Watcher
Day 4: Voyeurism
X: Yelena Belova X Kate Bishop
CW: Consensual voyeurism, masturbation, oral sex, scissoring
(My Prompt Calendar)
Yelena was not a people watcher, she was a person watcher, she had eyes for only one person.
Yelena believed Kate, her girlfriend, was the most beautiful woman ever. She could have people throwing themselves at her left and right, but Kate was the only person she would ever want. The way she walks, her archery skills, her silky soft hair, everything about Kate was enticing to Yelena. It’s why she can never take her eyes off of Kate, and Kate is well aware of Yelena’s tendency to stare.
The first time Kate noticed it, she was doing target practice when she felt eyes on her. When she turned her head and met Yelena’s gaze, Yelena looked everywhere but at Kate. Kate assured Yelena that she didn’t mind being watched, and the rest was history.
Nowadays, Kate has grown used to her girlfriend’s staring habit. Sometimes she’ll catch Yelena staring while she was supposedly reading a book, other times Yelena won’t even hide the fact that she’s staring. Kate likes it, likes knowing that in a room full of people Yelena is only looking at her, likes being Yelena’s main source of entertainment.
So, was only natural for Kate to leave her bedroom door open while she masturbated. She wanted Yelena to watch, and obviously, Yelena was watching.
Kate has her legs spread open on her bed, two fingers inside of her pussy. Her clothes discarded onto the floor and her hair in a ponytail. Her eyes are closed, head thrown back in pleasure as she moans. Yelena was watching at the doorway, arms crossed as she leans on the frame. She takes in every single detail, studying the way Kate’s back arches off of her mattress, the sounds her pussy makes as she plunges her fingers inside of it, how Kate sometimes opens her eyes his to watch her fingers fuck in and out of her own pussy, Yelena sees it all.
Kate knows Yelena is watching, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Though she would rather have Yelena come and help her, she was enjoying putting on a show for her too. She adds another finger in, curling them inside of her as she thrusts into her pussy. She bites her lip, throwing her free hand behind her head as she moans. There was no conversation between the two, Kate didn’t even acknowledge that Yelena was standing there, but they both knew what they wanted.
So, when Yelena finally began to walk over there, both of them sighed with relief. Yelena gets onto the bed, propping herself up on her knees in between Kate’s thighs. Yelena begins to undress herself, yet her eyes do not break away from Kate. Darting from her face, to her waist, then finally her pussy which still had her fingers deep inside of it.
Adding her clothes to the pile already on the floor, Yelena lowers herself in between Kate’s thighs. She removes Kate’s fingers from her pussy, putting them in her mouth and sucking them clean before beginning to suck on Kate’s clit.
“Mmm”, Kate moans, her hands immediately going to grip Yelena’s blonde hair. Kate pushes her hips up as Yelena flicks Kate’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Yelena laps at Kate’s pussy, drinking her juices like someone who had just found water in a desert. Yelena doesn’t care about being neat right now, letting Kate’s juices get all over her cheeks and her nose. All she can smell right now is Kate, all she can taste right now is Kate, all she can think about right now is Kate.
“Oh fuck, that feels good”, Kate’s words are breathy, her eyelids fluttering. She wants to watch Yelena like Yelena watches her, but it feels too good and she can’t help closing her eyes. Her toes curl and she grips Yelena’s hair tight at the base, but Yelena doesn’t stop. Yelena slurps at Kate’s juices, humming in pleasure as she tastes them on her tongue. Kate’s thighs close around Yelena’s ears, muffling her hearing, but she could still hear Kate moaning and that was enough for her.
Yelena’s hands are on Kate’s hips, pulling her impossibly closer, wanting there to be no space between Kate’s pussy and her mouth. She presses her tongue flat against Kate’s clit, making Kate’s hips buck as Yelena continues her motions. After a moment, Yelena breaks away from Kate, not even bothering to rid her face of Kate’s juice. She lifts Kate’s leg, putting it over her shoulder. Yelena’s leg wraps around Kate as she begins to grind their pussies together.
Kate holds on to Yelena’s waist, keeping her steady as Yelena gets into a rhythm. “Does that feel good”, Yelena asks, Kate gives her a vigorous nod. Kate bites her lip as she watches Yelena, her eyes trail down to Yelena’s pussy grinding against her own. Kate was already wet, but feeling Yelena on her made her even more so, she could feel Yelena’s clit on her own and it made her throw her head back in pleasure.
“My god”, Yelena grunted out, speeding up as Kate begins to move her hips in rhythm with her own. She can tell Kate is close though, her rhythm is sloppier and her hips are stuttering, Yelena brushes her hair out of her face, watching every little expression that Kate makes. She wants to watch her orgasm, wants to feel the way her body shakes during it, and then the way she relaxes as she comes down from her high.
It doesn’t take long for Kate to cum, digging her fingernails into Yelena and cumming all over her pussy. Yelena helps her ride it out, continuing to grind on top of her, before rolling off of her onto the side of the bed.
Kate turns over to look at Yelena, catching her breath, “you didn’t cum”, Kate says. Yelena just waves it off, pushing her hair out of her face, but Kate isn’t going with it. She reaches towards Yelena, her fingers traveling down her stomach and stopping right before her pussy. Yelena gives Kate a nod and Kate begins to massage her clit. She uses the pads of her fingers to rub in small circles, keeping a steady rhythm as Yelena’s breath hitches.
Yelena kisses Kate, their lips interlocking in a long and passionate kiss as Kate rubs Yelena off. Kate gives extra attention to Yelena’s clit, watching as she closes her legs around Kate’s hand. Yelena breaks the kiss as she orgasms, biting her own lip so hard it may draw blood. She catches her breath, turning her head to Kate who has a smile on her face.
“I should put on shows more often for you”, Kate says with a cheeky grin on her face, Yelena gives her one back.
“I wouldn’t object to that”.
End
Dr Pepper is really good, like what drugs do they put into it to make it so good. Also I love women okay bye. Stay freaky as usual twin✊🏾
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I’m Indifferent
Day 3: Nipple Clamps
X: Bucky Barnes X Steve Rogers
CW: Nipple clamps, top Steve, bottom Bucky, dry humping, masturbation, frotting
(My Prompt Calendar)
Bucky shrugs, leaning back against the arm of the sofa and resting his feet on Steve’s lap. “Dunno”, Bucky says nonchalantly, “I just don’t really care about it”. Steve frowns, his face laced with confusion, “I thought you liked when I played with your nipples, you always let me”.
Steve and Bucky talk about sex like it’s the weather, they’ve been partners far too long for taboo to exist in their relationship. Likes, dislikes, kinks, they knew all that about each other, or so Steve thought. “I like watching you play with them, you seem really into it, but I could really care less about the feeling itself. I’m indifferent”, Bucky chuckles at Steve’s ever growing confusion, Steve runs a hand through his hair, cocking his head as he thinks.
It’s true, Steve loves Bucky’s pecs. He’s particularly fond of having Bucky’s nipples in his mouth, swirling them around his tongue, flicking them with the tip of his tongue and watching them perk up. Perhaps he had a bit of an oral fixation, but that was beside the point. “So you just like watching me, you don’t actually care about how it feels”, Steve questions, and Bucky nods. “You practically make out with them, who am I to deny you that pleasure”.
“Well, maybe it’s just not the right kind of stimulation. I want it to feel good for you too”, Steve looks at Bucky with a bit of hope in his eyes, but Bucky just shrugs. “I’d be willing to try something new, I just hope it won’t be a waste of time”. Steve smiles, he was happy to have someone as experimental as Bucky, and now he was determined to find something that would make Bucky feel good, Bucky’s pleasure was at the forefront of his mind.
It takes quite a bit of searching online, one too many Reddit posts of users who are in the same predicament as him, and visiting countless online sex toy shops before he finally finds something he thinks might just work. Nipple clamps, specifically the ones with the chain connecting the clamps, he could already envision himself putting them on Bucky. So, he orders them, and then waits for what feels like ages for them to finally arrive.
It didn’t take much to get Bucky to try them, he was willing to try anything at least once, but only if it was with Steve. As soon as Steve got the okay, he pulled Bucky to the bedroom, putting him on the bed and closing the door. They lived alone, save for Alpine, who had a tendency to follow Steve and Bucky wherever they went in the house; which is why they kept the door closed when they had sex, lest the cat walks in while Steve has Bucky pinned to the bed.
Steve practically tears open the packaging encasing the nipple clamps as Bucky undresses. Steve was frantic, after all, he had waited an entire 3 business days for them to arrive, all he wanted was to use them. Bucky leans back on the bed, his hands behind his head. He was completely naked, clothes discarded onto the floor, he chuckles as Steve finally opens the package.
“You’re eager”, Bucky states as Steve climbs into bed, he doesn’t even bother to undress. “Very”, Steve gives a short response, his mind fixated on using the nipple clamps on Bucky, that was his only goal. He takes one of the clamps, looking up at Bucky for consent before putting it on him. Bucky gives him a nod and Steve slowly puts the clamp on him.
Bucky groans, it was short and deep, but enough for Steve to feel a bit of hope that this would feel good for Bucky too. He places the second clamp on, this one elicits a sigh from Bucky. “Is it good”, Steve questions, Bucky thinks for a moment before giving him a nod. “It feels different, I’m not complaining”.
Steve smiles, seeming a little more confident in the clamp’s abilities to make Bucky feel good. He takes the chain in his hand, giving it a tug with his index finger, that got another noise from Bucky, this one accompanied by his eyes fluttering shut.
Steve tugs at the chain a bit harder, and he finds that the harder he tugs, the more Bucky seems to enjoy it. All Steve wanted was to make sure Bucky felt good, he wasn’t paying much attention to himself, so much so that he doesn’t realize he’s grinding into Bucky until Bucky places a hand on his hips.
Steve halts his movements, his fingers still twisting the chain connecting the clamps, Bucky opens his eyes to look at him. “Why’d you stop? Keep going”, Bucky says, and Steve doesn’t have to be told twice. He continues rocking his hips, rubbing himself on Bucky’s thigh. His clothing restricted his movements, but he didn’t want to stop playing with the clamps for even a second to take them off.
Bucky groans once more as Steve tugs at the clamps. The clamps were cool against his nipples, and seeing Steve rut against his thigh only amplified the pleasure of the situation. Bucky reaches a hand down to stroke his hard cock, watching Steve and feeling the slight sting of the clamps tugging his nipples every time Steve pulled at the chain.
The two held eye contact as they pleasured themselves, Bucky using his hand and Steve using Bucky. Finally, Steve finds it in himself to strip his clothes off, tossing them to the side. Afterwards, he settles himself back on Bucky’s hips. He stops Bucky’s hand, moving it off of his cock as he presses Bucky’s dick against his own. He begins stroking them together, the precum on both of the cocks making it a slick slide.
Steve uses his free hand to play with the clamps on Bucky’s nipples, flicking them up and down with his finger. Bucky moans, closing his eyes in pleasure. Bucky’s hands go to either side of Steve’s hips as he jerks their cock’s together. The room was loud with the sound of moans and the chain connecting Bucky’s nipple clamps rattling as Steve continues to play with them.
“Oh shit”, Bucky sputters out as he orgasms, his cum dripping onto his stomach and collecting in a pool. He rides out his orgasm as Steve continues to stroke his cock in tandem with his. Steve lets go of Bucky’s cock, still stroking his own, and as Bucky catches his breath, Steve looks down at him.
Steve couldn’t help himself, he leans forward, taking one of the clamps into his mouth. He sucks on the pink nipple, lapping at it with his tongue, and this time Bucky actually seems to be feeling something from it. His hands fly up to Steve’s hair, intertwining his fingers with the strands as he moans, his voice cracking slightly. Steve doesn’t neglect the other nipple, he licks and laps at that one as well, feeling the nipple clamp against his tongue as he swirls it around. It only spurs him on, he strokes his cock at a furious pace, chasing his orgasm.
Bucky keeps his hand on Steve’s head, bucking his hips up as Steve continues his movements. It doesn’t take long for him to cum for a second time as Steve finally orgasms too. Steve gives his cock a few more strokes before falling off of Bucky, collapsing on the side of the bed.
Steve wipes his face, ridding himself of his sweat before turning to Bucky. “Did you like that”, Steve asks expectantly, he could guess the answer, but he wanted Bucky to say it himself. Bucky nods, “mhm, I want you to use them again”. That was music to Steve’s ears, though he was far too tired to celebrate.
“Good to know”, Steve replies with a yawn, he’s worn out and he knows Bucky is too. He reaches over and takes the clamps off of Bucky, and Bucky sighs. Steve can’t help but smile to himself as he looks at them. All he wanted was to make Bucky feel good, and that he did.
That’s all he cares about.
End
There were two demons on my shoulder, one telling me to make Bucky the top and one telling me to make Steve a sub top. I was conflicted. Also I slept like buns last night so yeah. Anywho, stay freaky twin and happy kinktober🙏🏾🙏🏾
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I Want It To Last
Day 2: Coming Untouched
X: Clark Kent X Bruce Wayne
CW: Coming untouched, top Clark, bottom Bruce
(My Prompt Calendar)
Bruce doesn’t know how he got in this situation.
He was pinned underneath Clark, Clark sucking hickeys onto his skin as Bruce clutched his hair in fist fulls. All Bruce wanted was for Clark to touch him, but Clark was doing everything but that.
All Bruce can recount is that he came to Clark’s place to watch a movie, eat some popcorn, maybe even have a few drinks, just anything to take a break from their lives as superheroes. So Bruce can’t help but wonder, how did he end up in this situation?
Clark and Bruce have fooled around, but it was usually quick and indifferent, they only did it to pleasure themselves and nothing more. It was also nothing more than handjobs or blowjobs, they never even kissed. So the fact that Clark was sucking hickeys onto Bruce’s neck while completely ignoring his leaking cock is as confusing as it is frustrating.
Bruce was a prideful man, he wouldn’t ask for Clark to touch him, but he would guide Clark’s hand to his dick in hopes that he gets the message. Yet, Clark just moves his hand back to Bruce’s waist, the other one playing with Bruce’s nipple. Clark stops his attack on Bruce’s neck for a moment, looking at Bruce dead in the eyes.
“I want this to last, I don’t want you to cum too quickly”, Clark said as he moves down to suck on one of Bruce’s nipples. Bruce chokes back a moan, the swirl of Clark’s tongue around his nipple felt good, but it was nothing in comparison to when Clark touched Bruce’s cock. “I don’t cum quickly anyway, I can last”, Bruce protests. He wasn’t going to beg, he wasn’t going to whine, but he sure as hell wished Clark would just touch him already.
Clark doesn’t listen to a word Bruce says though. Instead, he snakes his way down Bruce’s body, making his way past Bruce’s cock and slotting himself between his thighs. He spreads Bruce’s ass with his hands, his tongue sticking out to lap at Bruce’s hole. He could see how Bruce’s hole tensed and relaxed around his tongue, and he could hear how Bruce moaned, clearly enjoying the sensations.
Bruce does his best to keep himself quiet, but he’s not used to this. All he’s ever gotten from Clark was a blowjob or a handjob, and while both of those were heavenly, this was a brand new feeling. Clark keeps Bruce’s legs on his shoulders, giving him good access to Bruce’s ass as he continues to eat him out. Clark knew Bruce was enjoying it, he could hear it, but Clark was enjoying it just as much.
He was sloppy, but it was hard not to be. Bruce’s sounds, no matter how much he tried to stifle them, only spurred him on. Bruce squirms a bit as Clark makes out with his hole, he closes his eyes and relaxes under Clark, but he’s jolted out of his relaxation as Clark pulls away. Bruce opens his eyes, seeing Clark standing up and walking over to his bedside table, he doesn’t say anything, just watches. Clark pulls out a small bottle of lube, closing the drawer before returning to Bruce.
Clark opens the lid and squirts a nice amount of lube onto two of his fingers before closing it back and setting it down. “This might be cold”, Clark warns, but Bruce just gives a nod, a sign for Clark to keep going. Clark inserts one finger slowly into Bruce’s hole, waits for him to adjust, and then inserts one more finger in. He begins to scissor Bruce open, moving his fingers inside of him.
Bruce is tense at first, but he leans into it, rocking his hips to the rhythm of Clark’s fingers. He lets out a groan, watching as Clark stretches him open. It’s a foreign feeling, but it’s welcome, and it just becomes more pleasing as Clark continues his motions. Clark speeds up a bit, fingers finally finding Bruce’s sweet spot, Bruce’s eyes squeeze shut and he bites his hand to keep quiet.
Bruce reaches a hand down to touch himself, his cock neglected and leaking. It was practically begging for Clark to touch it, but since Clark wouldn’t, he would. Before he could, though, Clark uses his free hand to stop him. “No touching”, Clark looked up at Bruce, Bruce sighs in annoyance. “I already said I wouldn’t cum”, Bruce protests once again, only this time his voice is wavering as Clark thrusts into him with his fingers. Clark, once again, ignores Bruce.
Clark removes his fingers, biting his lip at the sight of Bruce’s hole puckering, he has to fight the urge to eat him out again, but Bruce wasn’t going to cum unless it was from Clark’s cock fucking him into the mattress, and Clark was going to make sure of that.
He comes back up to capture Bruce’s lips in a kiss before grabbing the bottle of lube again. He squirts another generous amount onto his fingers before setting it down. Clark lubes up his own cock, giving it a few strokes before lining himself up with Bruce’s hole and slowly pushing himself in.
Bruce gasps but Clark kisses him again. The kiss is sloppy as Clark begins to thrust in and out of Bruce. Bruce moans into Clark’s mouth, the pace was unbearably slow and Bruce desperately needed more. “Go faster”, Bruce demanded, looking up at the man on top of him. Clark nodded as he began to move a bit faster. He didn’t want Bruce to cum, he didn’t even want to cum right now, he wanted the feeling of Bruce’s hole wrapped around his dick to be all he ever felt. So, he restrains himself from pounding Bruce, he knows if he does, then they both wouldn’t last long.
That restraint is extremely short lived.
It only takes Bruce moving his hips in tandem with the thrusts to make all sense and patience fly out of the window for Clark. He speeds up, not too fast at first, but as Bruce grows increasingly louder, Clark can’t help but to go faster. He just wants to fuck all the noises he can out of Bruce, he wants to fuck him until all Bruce can say is “Clark”, he wants to be the only thing Bruce will ever think of when he touches himself. He just wants Bruce.
Clark holds on to Bruce’s waist as Bruce digs his nails into Clark’s shoulders. The two don’t say anything, the only sounds are skin slapping, bed creaking, moaning, and panting. Yet, the sinful symphony was something that both Bruce and Clark could listen to on repeat. They look each other in the eyes, Bruce’s eyes were glassy and Clark’s eyes were reflecting the only person he ever wanted to touch again.
“Close…I’m close”, Bruce manages to pant out, Clark gives him a nod, “Me too, god, you’re so good”. Clark moans out, placing his hands on either side of Bruce so that he can get a deeper thrust as fucks him. Clark can feel Bruce clenching around his cock, and it’s too much for him to bare.
Clark cums with a moan, he continues thrusting, riding out his orgasm as well as trying to bring Bruce to his. Bruce isn’t too far behind him, groaning and throwing his head back as he cums on his own stomach, his cock still untouched.
Clark catches his breath, he doesn’t pull out yet, he doesn’t want to miss Bruce’s warmth. Bruce doesn’t seem to mind, wiping sweat off of his forehead before looking at Clark.
“Clark”, Bruce says, still catching his breath. “Hm”, Clark looks up, meeting Bruce’s gaze.
“You came first”.
End
Thank you for reading! Sorry this is a bit late, I’m still working on my writing schedule. Stay freaky gang🫡
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One Minute
Day 1: Masturbation
X: Solo Peter Parker
CW: Smut, masturbation, pillow fucking
(My Prompt Calendar)
Swinging into his apartment through an open window, Peter’s feet could hardly touch the ground before he jumps into his bed. He uses his webs to close the window and its curtains before ripping off his mask in one swoop. He sighs, a wave of exhaustion rippling through his body. Peter had been on the go all day, and he felt every bit of it. From stopping stolen cars, to webbing up criminals, and even rescuing a cat from a tree; if crime doesn’t rest, neither does Peter.
Despite his attempts at being a good, moral person, Peter can’t help but feel like the universe hates him. Every time he tries to rest, something goes wrong in the city and he has to fix it. Peter can’t even close his eyes for fear that he’ll open them and the entire city is up in flames. The city relies on him, and unfortunately, the city never sleeps.
Which is why Peter is wary when he has been lying in bed for 5 minutes and it has been oddly calm. He checks the news on his phone, there are no new stories. He refreshes the page, still nothing new. He checks the radio, then the police scanner, he even sticks his head out of the window to see if he hears anything, but there’s nothing. As Peter flops back into bed, he wonders if life has finally thrown him a bone, but he knows better than to get his hopes up.
However, the silence is nice, he has to admit it. Peter takes a deep breath in, closing his eyes as he exhales. “One minute”, he says to himself, “I am closing my eyes for one minute, then I’m going back on patrol”.
So, he closes his eyes.
At first, he begins to think about all the crime in the city and all the things that could be going wrong at this very moment, but he silences those thoughts relatively quickly. Of course, it’s only natural for Peter to immediately think about the city, but he doesn’t want to spend his only minute of rest thinking about everything that might or might not be happening. So, Peter lets his mind wander a little more.
He thinks about hobbies he could take up if he had the time, then about gadgets he could build, then about the fact that he could be doing anything in the world right now and not taking this chance.
His eyes open, his minute of peace was up, but as long as the city remains at rest, he will too. Peter can’t help but indulge in his desires, just this once. He works so hard, he puts his life on the line daily, he’s the backbone of the city, doesn’t he deserve this?
He does, he knows he does.
Peter sits up, stripping himself of his suit and tossing it to the side before lying back down. Peter knows he said he was going to patrol, but he hadn’t heard anything on the radio or seen anything on the news, so he gives himself some grace, something Peter doesn’t do often. He can feel the excitement slowly start to replace the exhaustion in his body. He hasn’t touched himself for quite some time now, last time he did a building caught on fire and he never got to finish, so he already knows he’s going to be sensitive.
He reaches a hand down, slipping it into his boxers. Peter begins slowly, despite the risk of being interrupted, he doesn’t want to cum too quickly. One hand fondles his balls, the other begins playing with his nipple, tugging and twisting it just slightly.
“Shit”, Peter grunts, pulling his boxers down. His cock springs free, standing straight up and dripping with precum. His dick is aching to be touched, even just the slightest bit of friction would be enough, but Peter refrains. He knew he would be sensitive, he just didn’t know to what extent.
Instead, he focuses back on his nipples, using both of his hands to play with them. The stimulation feels good, and it sends waves of pleasure that go right to his neglected cock. He rubs his nipples with the tips of his fingers, making circular motions that cause his nipples to perk up.
Peter is teasing himself, he doesn’t know why. He wants to touch his cock, give it the attention it so desperately needs, but he ignores it. Instead, both his hands travel back down to his balls. He cups them, massaging them in his hands. It feels good, so good, Peter thinks he could cum just by playing with his balls and his nipples, but he doesn’t want that.
So, his hands make their way to his cock. He takes some of the precum leaking from his tip and rubs it up and down the length of his dick, providing just the right amount of friction for him to begin stroking.
“Mmph”, Peter huffs. He starts at a snail’s pace, purposefully driving himself insane. It’s torture how slow he’s going, but that’s the best part. He takes his other hand and begins to palm the tip of his cock, but it proves to be too much for him as he bucks his hips. “Aaahhh”, he moans loudly, squeezing his eyes shut. The slow pace was no longer enough for him.
He speeds up, not too much, but just enough to make his toes curl and his legs tense up. He writhes underneath his own touch, squirming and whining loudly. He puts a hand over his mouth, not wanting to be a nuisance to his neighbors, but it’s futile as he speeds up again.
Peter’s cock is red and dripping, the wet sounds rippling through the apartment only fuel Peter on. Every touch of his own dick sends waves of pleasure through his body. He continues at his rapid pace, slowing down ever so often to catch his breath, but speeding up again after. He thrusts his cock into his hand, hips moving rhythmically.
The squeak of the bed is loud as Peter thrusts, squirms, twitches, and writhes. He knew at any moment he was going to cum. He didn’t want to though, he needed to prolong this for as long as he possibly could. So he takes his hand from his cock.
His eyes dart around before locking on to a red body pillow. He kept it on the edge of his bed to prevent him from rolling into the wall in his sleep, but tonight, it served a new purpose. He grabs it, placing it in the middle of the bed before straddling it. He had never tried this before, he didn’t even know if it would feel good, but as he began to ride the pillow all of his doubts disappeared.
The bed’s squeaks grew even louder as his hips moved faster and faster, the friction of the pillow on his cock was addicting. He lays down on it, face buried into the pillow as he continues to rock his hips. There were so many sensations, the feeling of his nipples rubbing against the pillow, his cock sandwiched between his abs and the pillow as he rides it, the relief that he could moan as loud as he wanted to because the pillow would muffle any sounds, it was mind numbing.
Peter’s jaw goes slack as he continues to thrust. His head is empty, his only focus is on the pleasure he’s feeling. He thrusts faster and faster, drool leaking from his mouth and tears drops running down his face from squeezing his eyes shut. It was too much, it was all too much.
Peter cums with a loud whine, curses flowing out of his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. He lays, catching his breath and coming back to. He hasn’t cum in so long, he’s pretty sure he saw stars. He sits up, running a hand through his hair and observing the mess he made. “Can you wash a pillow in the washing machine”, he wonders aloud before glancing down at his own stomach, covered in cum.
He definitely did not plan on showering tonight, he figured he was going to be patrolling, he did not know that he was going to be home. What he did know was that a shower was in order and he was definitely going to have to wash his blankets, meaning that he was going to have to stay up.
“Fuck…this is gonna be a long night”.
End
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Kaz’s Prompt Calendar
A quick intro: Well…I never fully finished Kinktober because I accidentally locked myself out of this account…so this is now just a prompt calendar! My works will be featuring MCU and DCU characters, so hopefully you’re into superheroes. Also, I am not canon compliant, so no, Tony Stark is NOT dead🙏🏾. I usually write queer ships, it is rare I write straight ones, so these will probably all be gay. Anyway, enough intro, time for the good stuff. The list will have links to the works once they are completed, it will be indented right under the date with the title of the fic.
Calendar
1st: Masturbation・Peter Parker [solo]
One Minute
2nd: Coming Untouched・Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
I Want It To Last
3rd: Nipple Clamps・Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
I’m Indifferent
4th: Voyeurism・Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop
Person Watcher
5th: Finger Sucking/Dacryphilia・Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
Just A Little More
6th: Outdoor Sex/Humiliation・Wade Wilson x Logan
This Is Ridiculous
7th: Blindfolds・Harleen Quinzel x Pamela Isly
You’ll Feel Me
8th: Webcam・Kate Kane x Sophie Moore
Right Beside Me
9th: Shibari・Harleen Quinzel x Pamela Isly
Intricate
10th: Oral Sex/Punishment・Tony Stark x Steve Rogers
11th: Handcuffs・Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff
12th: Kneeling・Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
13th: Dildos/Sub Top/Dom Bottom・Kate Kane x Sophie Moore
14th: Possessive Sex/Choking・ Peter Parker x Wade Wilson
15th: Semi-Public・Hal Jordan [solo]
16th: High Protocol/Remote Control・Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
17th: Messy Sex/Service Kink・Kate Kane x Sophie Moore
18th: Size Queen/Dom/Sub・Bruce Banner x Clint Barton
19th: Sensory Deprivation/Electricity・Barry Allen x Leonard Snart
20th: Mirror Sex・Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
21st: Forced Orgasm・Tony Stark x Steve Rogers
22nd: Quiet Sex・Harleen Quinzel x Pamela Isly
23rd: Biting/Praise Kink・Wade Wilson x Logan
24th: Anal Sex・Kate Kane x Sophie Moore
25th: Impact Play・ Peter Parker x Wade Wilson
26th: Lingerie・Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
27th: Hair Pulling ・Bruce Banner x Clint Barton
28th: Multiple Orgasms・Diana Prince [solo]
29th: Body Worship/Full Body Bondage・Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff
30th: Fucking Machine/ Degradation・Peter Parker x Wade Wilson
31st: Marks/Wall Sex・Barry Allen x Leonard Snart
+Aftercare, Uniform Kink, Free Use (if I ever get around to actually writing them)
End…🎃
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Until then, stay freaky twin✌🏾