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Kinktober will resume within the next two days. Chest infections suck, 0/10! Recommend not getting one.

Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022

I’m so excited for this!!!

Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.

Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian

Main Masterlist / Navi

* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:

Keep reading

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 7

Day 7 - Somnophilia with Lagertha

Pairing: Lagertha x fem!reader (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)

Word count: 639

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, sexual content (18+ only): somnophilia (consensual), vaginal fingering, slight nipple play, slight body worship.

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.  I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 7, one week in finally! Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

You wish you could watch her wake up with the sun. See the sleepy smile spread on her face as the light hits lustrous honey tresses that splay on your pillows, head tucking itself into the crook of your neck and muscle rippling under inked chainmail as she rolls over with eager, open eyes. A loyal warrior braver than most; a devoted but vigilant queen; and a love you know will last beyond your lifetime - you understand that you’ll never be worthy of any part of Lagertha.

Alas, the gods are vicious, bitter beings, so a deal is a deal and a dream can be no more than desirable thinking. In the dark you hide once more, wishing you could be a better half to an already beautiful whole.

Keep reading

#self reblog

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 5

Day 5 - Sex Pollen with Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 1056

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, love confessions, sexual content (18+ only): male masturbation, unprotected sex, dubious consent (due to sex pollen).

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.  I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 5! Tagging @cryptidcasanova. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

“With all due respect, what the fuck were you thinking Harrington?”

Steve’s tongue feels heavy as he responds, “Kinda was thinking about how telling you was a bad idea.”

Pressing the bag of frozen peas to his forehead you kneel beside him, suppressing your anger to the best of your ability. “You’re lucky that I was nearby and saw you pull that shit. Next time you wanna investigate a possible portal to the Upside Down by yourself, don’t.”

Keep reading

#shameless self reblog

[bonkywobble]

reblog to take the person you reblogged from to the aquarium

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🐟 o ° .

• ° o 🦑

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[bonkywobble]

I thought your new icon was a master card logo and it stressed me out a bit ngl

No need to stress, I gotchu.

Would this be better?

#asks with bonky #anon asks

[bonkywobble]

Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022

I’m so excited for this!!!

Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.

Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian

Main Masterlist / Navi

* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:

Keep reading

#first week done!!!

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 7

Day 7 - Somnophilia with Lagertha

Pairing: Lagertha x fem!reader (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)

Word count: 639

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, sexual content (18+ only): somnophilia (consensual), vaginal fingering, slight nipple play, slight body worship.

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.  I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 7, one week in finally! Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

You wish you could watch her wake up with the sun. See the sleepy smile spread on her face as the light hits lustrous honey tresses that splay on your pillows, head tucking itself into the crook of your neck and muscle rippling under inked chainmail as she rolls over with eager, open eyes. A loyal warrior braver than most; a devoted but vigilant queen; and a love you know will last beyond your lifetime - you understand that you’ll never be worthy of any part of Lagertha.

Alas, the gods are vicious, bitter beings, so a deal is a deal and a dream can be no more than desirable thinking. In the dark you hide once more, wishing you could be a better half to an already beautiful whole.

Fur gives way to skin as your body transforms into its true form, and you peel off the covers atop your sleeping shield maiden. Even in the cover of night, you can tell that Lagertha sleeps like the free woman she was born to be, arms stretching out waiting for the world to come and show her the glories and horrors of the new dawn.

Again, you momentarily lament how cruel those you once worshipped must be to damn the both of you.

Your fingers trace the Drakkar on her bare thigh, their own adventure just beginning. Bending your head to her chest you nuzzle her soft mounds, tongue sweeping across scar tissue and teeth tenderling plucking at the small red buds. She hums, pleased, but otherwise remains still.

The trust she has in you makes your heart swell, the tumultuous journey to earn it well worth the wait.

Your hand glides up battle-made curves and grazes her folds, fingertips prying them apart to rediscover her heated core. A thumb begins to gingerly rub circles her nub as your mouth latches on to her hardening nipple, and you moan at the taste of sweetness and sweat - surely all Valkyries taste like this.

Yet another memory to savour for when you’re both finally and blessedly free.

A wispy sigh escapes your fearsome companion as her cunt bucks subconsciously. With your other hand giving her other breast the attention it deserves, you press your thumb down and swipe faster, index finger teasing the opening of her dampening sex before eventually working its way in, eager to find that spongey and magical spot.

There’s a jerking of hips and legs, followed by a sharp gasp, the breathlessness in her following proclamation pleasing you greatly. “I’m happy you’ve found your - gods - boldness again, precious Skogkatt. Fuck, don’t stop.”

Whether it’s due to Lagertha’s status or in your nature, you obey, taking great pride and pleasure in watching her unravel within minutes. The euphonious moan she releases as you sink another finger into her wet pussy has your own clenching in arousal, leaving you struggling, desperate to stave off your own orgasm long enough for her to finish riding out her own waves of bliss.

Her legs stop shaking not long after and the lusty fervor growing in your slick heat fades to a dull throbbing. Whispering sweet nothings she caresses your arms as you move up to touch your lips to her waiting and wanting ones.

She kisses you as slowly as an ember burns. “One day I will know your face. I will wake up in Sunna’s light and see you as unashamedly and freely as you see me.”

Though Lagertha can’t see it, she can feel the tear that lands on her nose as you wistfully say, “That which has become so dear to me, I could wish for nothing more. But, my Queen, today is not that day.”

Her kisses continue, an immediate reassurance and a hopeful declaration for the future.

The hot oil hits your cheek five days later.

#lagertha x reader #lagertha x female reader #lagertha smut #vikings smut #lagertha vikings fanfiction #lagertha angst #vikings angst #lagertha fluff #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022 #bonkywobble writes

[bonkywobble]

Day 7 of kinktober might be a little late today. Currently dealing with a chest infection but doing my best to push through!

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 6

Day 6 - Edging/Bondage with Frank Castle

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Word count: 462

Warnings: Language sexual content (18+ only): edging, clit play, bondage, dom!Frank Castle, brat taming.

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.  I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 6! Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

It’s in his tone, those deep and sharp inflections akin to the barking of rabid beasts - the easiest way to tell if you managed to successfully piss off the Punisher. And though it’s hard to tell because he’s currently facing away from you, the frustrated clenching of blunt teeth and the curling of thick fingers is all too easy to imagine right now.

Probably because you’re the one he’s pissed off at.

He shucks his bloodied tank top off and turns on the stool, revealing yet another row of stitches on the tattered canvas that is Frank Castle, and thumbs his nose. “You wanna go ahead and repeat that, sweetheart?”

Keep reading

#timezone reblog

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 6

Day 6 - Edging/Bondage with Frank Castle

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Word count: 462

Warnings: Language sexual content (18+ only): edging, clit play, bondage, dom!Frank Castle, brat taming.

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.  I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 6! Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

It’s in his tone, those deep and sharp inflections akin to the barking of rabid beasts - the easiest way to tell if you managed to successfully piss off the Punisher. And though it’s hard to tell because he’s currently facing away from you, the frustrated clenching of blunt teeth and the curling of thick fingers is all too easy to imagine right now.

Probably because you’re the one he’s pissed off at.

He shucks his bloodied tank top off and turns on the stool, revealing yet another row of stitches on the tattered canvas that is Frank Castle, and thumbs his nose. “You wanna go ahead and repeat that, sweetheart?”

By god do you not. Between the ropes tying you to the bed and the air from the cracked window chilling your sweaty, bare body, you’re uncomfortable enough as it is. Your pussy, though, is suffering the most here, folds wet and nub swollen after the brief attention Frank’s already given it.

You forgot that the man can hold a grudge.

He forgot that sometimes you can be so goddamn stubborn.

With that, you hold your head up as high as you can and bite out, “Fuck you and fuck your stupid plan.”

Lifting the whiskey bottle to his lips, he takes a deep swig before standing. “Fuck me, huh,” he sniffs, “Well, I’d offer but it looks like no one’s gonna get what they fuckin’ want today.”

The heavy thudding of his boots is slow but deliberate, a starving dog circling a pretty and frazzled bone. The mattress dips under the weight of his knees and soon he’s hovering over you pouring amber liquor all over your stomach. You hiss as it makes contact with the small graze by your left hip, the pain immediately soothed by the brushing of Frank’s tongue.

You barely hear the smashing of decanter glass against the wall, too caught up in the sensation of broad hands gripping the globes of your ass and the feel of his tongue moving lower and lower, closing in on the source of your own frustration. Dumb enough to forget his words, your head drops back onto the pillow and your eyes flutter shut as he blows hot air onto your puffy clit.

The slap catches you off guard, tears pricking now open eyes as your pussy jerks at the stinging sensation. Your hands tug foolishly at your restraints as you cuss the Punisher out.

Frank looks up, his ember gaze blown and manic, feral smile making its first appearance tonight, before smacking your abused button once more and chuckling at your whimpers. “Looks like some people don’t know when to listen to the experts. Good thing we’ve got all night for me break that fuckin’ attitude a’ yours.”

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle smut #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022 #bonkywobble writes

[bonkywobble]

Listen, I know Dream winning his duel with Lucifer with hope is like... A BIG DEAL and super symbolic and beautiful, HOWEVER I have something that may not be better, but would definitely be FUNNIER. 

Dream loses. He's been locked in a bubble and had his hopes dashed again and again, even though he's still fighting and still hopeful, it's harder for him to reach that and it doesn't come to mind in time for him to win against Lucifer. He's to stay as a servant in Hell and there's no Endless or divine being that can or will come to his aid. He's trapped. Again. 

Only Matthew isn't Jessamy, Matthew knows when the best way to help is a tactical retreat to gather reinforcements. So that's what he does, going immediately to Luciene like, "Hey, so, uh..." And there has to be some way they can help him! Luciene makes it clear that none of the dreaming denizens can. None of the Endless can, no deity would be of any help there against Lucifer. There are Old Laws dictating that Dream lost fair and square and no one can interfere with that. And Matthew's like, "Well what about someone who can challenge Lucifer to win him back? Someone not bound by the Old Laws?" 

"The only beings not bound by the Old Laws are humans. There's no human--" 

Except there is. There's one. One human that Dream would go off once a century to meet, and it's a long shot, but-- 

That's how Hob Gadling finds himself being approached by a talking raven asking him to trek into hell to rescue his boss. "You know, Dream of the Endless? Lord Morpheus?" 

Hob doesn't know who the hell the bird is talking about until Matthew describes him. "Oh, my Stranger!"

"...He seriously didn't even tell you his name?" 

Now, the idea of setting foot into Hell itself to do battle with Lucifer Morningstar is, y'know... Not something he wants to do. He confirms over and over if Matthew is SURE he doesn't have to die to achieve this, because he's not ready to leave yet, and Matthew is like, "Yeah, buddy, shouldn't be a problem." He's lying. He has no idea if it's a problem. (It's not.) 

Hob is like, "Yeah, but... I can't FIGHT Satan himself and expect to win, I AM still human." 

And Matthew's like, "You don't actually have to fight her, it's like a game! But uh... Pretty sure you still feel all the pain and stuff." And he explains the rules, and like, okay, feeling the painful death of whatever kills whatever you decide to be in your round SUCKS, but Hob's been through that before. It's actually a pretty intriguing game, one he thinks he might win. 

See, the way he sees it, it's a combination of the "times infinity" type of game (I love you, I love you more, I love you times two, I love you times a thousand, I love you times a million-- so on and so on) with that counting game where you either say one or two numbers, back and forth with someone, and whoever says 21 loses. Basically, there's one logical conclusion the game is going to reach. Someone is going to bust out the "times infinity" or in this case, "heat death of the universe" or some other completely life-ending thing. And like with the counting game, if you can get your opponent to say specific numbers on the way to 21, you can make sure they're forced to say it. 

There's a strategy if you think ahead enough, and he has an entire walk through Hell to plan it. 

(It SUCKS. He sees Robyn there. It breaks his heart. It's meant to, it's meant to keep him from reaching the palace, seeing his son in Hell, but they don't know Hob. They don't know the grief he's had to overcome in order for him to say, with absolute certainty, that he still wants to live even though it hurts. He reaches that citadel.)

Dream is, of course, horrified to see Hob there. Hob meanwhile is like a jilted exe all, "Yeah, yeah, we're not friends, you stood me up, but I'm still here for you because I'm the bigger person and I fucking care." 

He challenges Lucifer for Dream's helm and their safe passage out of Hell. Lucifer is... Intrigued. She just beat Dream of the Endless, and this human thinks he can beat her when humanity's collective unconsciousness couldn't? His immortality has made him cocky, clearly. So she accepts, and bargains that if Hob loses, he has to give up his immortality. 

There's a good minute where Hob pauses at that and has to really think about whether his arrogant, condescending not-friend is really worth that but yeah, yeah he is. Meanwhile Dream is off to the side. "Don't do this, Hob Gadling. It is not your responsibility to fix my missteps." Basically his version of pleading for Hob to leave and not risk this up until Lucifer is like enough out of you and shuts him up. 

They play. Lucifer starts out with the wolf again, because it's a good starting point to see what direction her opponent plans to take, to get a glimpse into Hob's mindset entering this game. Her plan is, of course, to cause pain enough that Hob will have a hard time thinking, but Hob makes that really fucking hard from the get-go and throws everyone in the room for a loop when his answer is...

"I am the over hunting of the local deer population. Ecosystem destabilizing, predator killing."

Well. Okay. Yeah, sure. Fucking fine. It's hard to kill that painfully. Lucifer manages to come up with, "I am hunting restrictions, nature preserving, ecosystem balancing." 

Hob, by that point, is like, I got this, actually. This might be fun. "I am the expansion of civilization. Forest destroying, hunting law nullifying." 

Matthew, who had been feeling pretty iffy about calling this guy in to help, is no longer questioning that choice. Dream is a little starry-eyed. 

Eventually Hob is the head of the Home Owner's Association. Lucifer is a bear, scrap hunting, person killing. Hob is family, revenge-seeking, bear euthanizing. Lucifer is Pride, argument starter, family destroying. Hob is friendship, blood covenant, thicker than womb water. Lucifer is jealousy, friendship rending, relationship ruining. Hob is personal growth, jealousy ending, apology giving. Lucifer is relapse, progress destroying, confidence killing. Hob is perseverance, step taking, progress rebuilding. On and on until finally Lucifer decides to end this the way she did with Dream and Hob leads her along until it reaches that natural conclusion, the death of all. 

Now there's some temptation there to go with the obvious, since he can't die even if the universe was destroyed. At least he doesn't think so. But he had already decided that it was an obvious choice to go for and he could think of a few clever ways Lucifer might get around that. So instead, Hob goes the far better choice and personal insult of being God, universe creator, life giver. He's very proud of himself when the demons erupt into boos and Lucifer looks about ready to rip his fucking throat out with her teeth. 

The way he sees it, there are two choices for her there, unless she really pulls something unexpected out of her ass. Option one is the whole "what's a god to an atheist" thing in which Hob would have then been a miracle, faith affirming, god-proving. Not much can destroy a miracle. 

But Lucifer, livid and prideful, goes with option two. "I am Lucifer Morningstar, God defying, His Kingdom ripped sunder!" 

And Hob has the absolute glee to grin and go, "I am Hob Gadling, clever, death defying, and triumphant over Lucifer Morningstar."

He and Dream are promptly kicked out of Hell on their asses, Dream's helm is thrown at his head with a force strong enough to break the sound barrier, and the gates are slammed shut behind them. The whole thing is so humiliating that Lucifer has to change their gender and moves to LA to open a nightclub.

#the last line #literally wheezing #the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling

[bonkywobble]

What do you think of me?

👀 I stalk you

🤔 I don't know why I follow you

🤩 I'm a fan of you

🤮 You make me sick

🙄Yo annoy me

🤓 You're really smart

😭You make me sad

💗I love your blog not you

💖I love you not your blog

💞 I love both your blog and your content

💔 I don't love your blog or you

🐦 I'm following you

🐤Were mutuals

🥀Were friends

🌸We don't talk

🕸️We've talked once

🍎We're on chats together

🍏We talk alot

🍻I want to talk to you

🍫Stop talking to me

🍭 Follow me?

☕ Un follow me

👶 I see you like a child

🧓I see you like a mum

💍I'm in love with you

🎶I like your music taste

🧲 I'm attracted to you

❗I don't know you

❤️ You deserve happiness

🧡I care about you

💛 I love seeing you on my dash

💚You sometimes like my stuff and I love you for it

💙 I'm concerned about you

💜You amaze me

🤎 I want to know you better

🖤 I admire you from afar

🤍 I have a crush on you

#ask game

[bonkywobble]

So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.

Stay with me.

We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.

I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.

It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.

(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)

Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.

My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.

When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.

We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.

Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.

The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.

I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.

Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”

Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.

But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.

#holy Batman that is one gay pirate plate! #wheezing

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 5

Day 5 - Sex Pollen with Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 1056

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, love confessions, sexual content (18+ only): male masturbation, unprotected sex, dubious consent (due to sex pollen).

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.  I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 5! Tagging @cryptidcasanova. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

“With all due respect, what the fuck were you thinking Harrington?”

Steve’s tongue feels heavy as he responds, “Kinda was thinking about how telling you was a bad idea.”

Pressing the bag of frozen peas to his forehead you kneel beside him, suppressing your anger to the best of your ability. “You’re lucky that I was nearby and saw you pull that shit. Next time you wanna investigate a possible portal to the Upside Down by yourself, don’t.”

Keep reading

#timezone reblog

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 5

Day 5 - Sex Pollen with Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 1056

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, love confessions, sexual content (18+ only): male masturbation, unprotected sex, dubious consent (due to sex pollen).

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.  I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 5! Tagging @cryptidcasanova. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

“With all due respect, what the fuck were you thinking Harrington?”

Steve’s tongue feels heavy as he responds, “Kinda was thinking about how telling you was a bad idea.”

Pressing the bag of frozen peas to his forehead you kneel beside him, suppressing your anger to the best of your ability. “You’re lucky that I was nearby and saw you pull that shit. Next time you wanna investigate a possible portal to the Upside Down by yourself, don’t.”

Keep reading

#timezone reblog

[bonkywobble]

You too lovely 💗💗💗

#asks with bonky #firefly-in-darkness

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 5

Day 5 - Sex Pollen with Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 1056

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, love confessions, sexual content (18+ only): male masturbation, unprotected sex, dubious consent (due to sex pollen).

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.  I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 5! Tagging @cryptidcasanova. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

“With all due respect, what the fuck were you thinking Harrington?”

Steve’s tongue feels heavy as he responds, “Kinda was thinking about how telling you was a bad idea.”

Pressing the bag of frozen peas to his forehead you kneel beside him, suppressing your anger to the best of your ability. “You’re lucky that I was nearby and saw you pull that shit. Next time you wanna investigate a possible portal to the Upside Down by yourself, don’t.”

Taking the time to examine your friend in the following silence, you notice despite the budding bruise under the cloth there don’t appear to be any other injuries. It should ease the anxiety swirling in your gut but it doesn’t, because then there’s no explanation for his erratic breathing or flushed face; the way his eyes are screwed shut as if he’s in pain, or the constant shuffling of his legs- Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is hiding something from you.

“Steve?”

There’s a slight tilt of his head and drifting of glazed eyes, but otherwise, you get no reply.

Your tone is firmer, more insistent. “Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you encounter anything… weird in there?” You continue, weaving your fingers through loose locks of chestnut hair as you push them away, “Anything that we haven’t already seen before?”

Steve sighs at your touch, instinctually pressing himself into it as his hot palm lands on the back of your hand. “No,” he mutters, “just the usually creepy and murderous tentacle vines. Some freaky red flowers were growing on them this time. Maybe Vecna wants to be a florist and grow his own- look, I’m sorry, but are you wearing a new perfume?”

The question throws you for a moment. “Uh, no?”

He smiles at you, your stomach filling with butterflies and confusion, “Seriously? You smell great. Like, really fucking great.”

A pained groan erupts from him as he doubles over in agony, his hands clutching you in desperation. You drop the frozen goods and catch his face, calling out his name in panic.

“It hurts, it’s not enough-”

“You’re freaking me out. I’m gonna call Nancy and the rest of the gang-”

“No!” Steve gasps, fingers digging into your denim jacket. “Don’t leave.”

“I have to get help,” you plead.

There’s a glazed but focused look in his eyes like you are a balm to his wounds - a rare and beautiful salvation. He pulls you closer until your foreheads are touching, “This is helping me. Touching you like this is making it bearable. Just- don’t go, okay baby?”

Your heart gives a sad little flip, wishing he’d been in any other state of mind. “Okay.”

Nostrils flaring he looks you up and down before removing his shirt, mud from it leaving dark stains on the bathroom tiles. Immediately you avert your eyes, wanting to offer the former king of Hawkins High some degree of dignity or modesty. Steve isn’t himself right now, you reason.

That reasoning flies out the window when his fingers start to fumble with his belt buckle.

“Jesus Steve!”

The young man licks his lips. “You can either help or not. S’too damn hot.”

When his belt and fly are finally undone you’re surprised that he keeps his pants on. Your eyes about bulge out of your head when he thrusts a hand in, however, and throws his head against the wall in relief, seemingly getting a reprieve from whatever’s afflicting him. Stroking himself furiously, the whimpers bubble in his throat when he realises you’re not touching him anymore.

“I change my mind,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Shit, stop staring and give me a hand.”

The offer tempts you briefly. A friendship of over two years flashes before you, panic mutating into dread as you imagine the end of it. What if this ruins everything? If this is how you lose him, is your crush even worth it?

“I can’t. I can’t do this.”

It’s impressive how Steve manages to gain just enough control to stall his movements, sweat beading on his forehead. Despite the sight you keep going, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do, Steve. So please,” you beg, “don’t ask me-”

Warm, lazy, sweet. It’s how you can describe your first kiss with Steve Harrington as he reaches up and presses his lips to yours, cutting you off. He kisses you like a man starved but full of hope. Like his declaration is long overdue, Steve moves against you in a way that has your toes curling in your sneakers. 

The tears escape and so does the desire you’ve buried for so long. You don’t hesitate to return his affections, your fingers returning once more to bury themselves in his hair while you gently pry his desperate mouth apart with your tongue. And he has and always will do, Steve lets you in.

Begrudgingly, you eventually pull away, the smile you wear causing your cheeks to ache. Steve’s disposition matches yours, his gaze glossy and euphoric. “I know it’s not super appropriate, but I was wanting to ask the girl I love if it’s okay that she rides me into the sunset before I take her out on our first date?”

You snort, never happier that Steve Harrington is so terrible with women.

“You sure, Harrington?”

“Damn sure, babe.”

Smiling, you stand up and it takes less than a minute for you to strip to nothing, hoping to stave off more of his sudden cramps the faster you go. The sight of ‘Pretty Boy’ Harrington looking up at you with wide eyes, mouth parted hungrily as a thumb rolls over the tip of his cock - it definitely distracts you a little.

And now you understand that everything about Steve is pretty.

Gazes locked on each other, you lower yourself onto his angry length, nails tracing the thick veins as you line him up and pump once, twice. Cursed moans leave you both as his cock pushes past your wet folds, feelings of blissful heat roaring to life in your abdomen.

“Gotta be honest, dingus,” you purr, clenching your hips as your pussy pulsates, “I’d love for you to fuck me before we go to the movies.”

Steve’s hips jerk in response. “Movies, huh?” He breathlessly asks, “I can do that, baby.”

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