#finger kink

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

How about hands/fingers kink (not sure if this sort of kink even exist 😅)

Oh, it does. Ask anyone in the SAS, finger/hand kink sure does exist...

"Delicious"

Forced to stay over in a small town during a snow squall, you and Loki share a finger-licking good meal by the fire.

Content Warning (18+): smut, finger-licking, fingering...fingers Word Count: ~600

“At least they deliver in this weather,” you said between bites of chicken wing, hot sauce smeared all over your hands even after repeated attempts to wipe it away. “I thought we were going to have to eat the furniture if the blizzard didn’t let up!”

You sat on the floor in front of the roaring fireplace in your hotel room, eating crappy chicken wings from the only place in the tiny town you were stranded in that had remained open during a somewhat-sudden nor’easter. The wings were overdone and slathered in hot sauces to the point of such excess that Loki had tucked a napkin into his collar, and you’d already gone through every paper towel that the receptionist could find. 

Loki shrugged. “I suppose. I would rather be back at headquarters dining on something a bit less…slimy?”

Cringing, you quickly expressed your displeasure.. “Ew, don't call it that. ‘Slimy’ makes me think of slugs. It’s…saucy.” 

A thought invaded your mind: I could be “saucy” right now. 

You were glaring at Loki’s hands, also covered in dressing, as he attempted to look like a prince while dining on cheap pub fare that he could use for paint. In spite of the mess between his fingers, his hands captivated you. They were sculpted, strong, and graceful, which you imagined came from his years of studying how to do magic with those hands. 

You could practically feel the spots on your skin where he could tuck those long, nimble digits. And those perfectly-kept nails, that were just long enough for him to gently run down your back, targeting the ticklish spot you had just above your ass. 

And oh, how far inside you they could go, how intimately they could examine the ever-growing heat between your thighs. Your minds was drifting further and further away as the fantasy grew: tapping on your clit, tracing circles around your swollen lips, digging deeply into you before--

“--uh, Agent?”

Loki had noticed your stares. Raising a pleasantly curious eyebrow, he taunted you in the manner he secretly knew turned you on. “Do my hands fascinate you?”

You felt the embarrassment paint itself all over your face. 

“Oh. no need to feel ashamed,” he said, turning his intrigued face into a dark, sensual, hungry grin. “Please admire them. Each finger is a master of its craft, worthy of only the most elite sorcerers.”

He shifted over, sitting next to you, hips touching. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled the sauce-smeared napkin out of his collar and threw it over his shoulder before leaning over you, boldly. You leaned back, afraid to blink. 

“Now that we’re through supper, how about a spot of dessert before bed?”

Taking two of his fingers, he ran them, sauce and all, gently over your lips, using the tips to pry them open just enough to insert them into your mouth. 

Unable to help yourself, you moaned into his hand, which gave him an almost-instantaneous erection. “Fuck, do that again!” he commanded. 

You rolled your tongue around them and sucked them as far into your mouth as you could. Loki watched with almost predatorial interest. The sight of you nursing on his fore and middle fingers was making his cock twitch violently. Soon it would bust out of his pants if he weren’t careful. 

“I don’t know whether to throw you onto the bed or keep you here, looking pretty and desperate, forever.”

Without removing his fingers, you spoke as clearly as you could manage: “Bowff is gwood.” 

“I figured,” grinned Loki, slowly extracting his fingers, soaked in your saliva. “Perhaps now you’ll return the favor and let me taste that delectable little cunt of yours? I'm still hungry!”

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[zealousleopard]

Heart-shaped Sandwiches / Henry Cooldown x Gender Neutral!Reader

Exactly 5000 words!

After Henry and Sylvia’s divorce, Henry wasn’t left with much. He had lost his wife, his rightful spot in the home he shared with her, a lump sum of the money to his name, and a bit of his pride. His efficient tactics and beam katana were some of the only things he had left after the whole ordeal. Even though he didn't have much, he had to get a new place to stay. That’s where you come in.

You weren't a divorcee– nor were you some highly skilled assassin as Henry was. You were a humble server at a 24 hour diner in Santa Destroy. Getting paid minimum wage, the job took a lot out of you after most shifts. You lived in a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment in town, nothing too special. You were even generous enough to lend your extra appliances to coworkers and friends who needed it. Alas, money was getting tight, and while you didn’t mind helping someone in need, you needed help with the rent. One rough night after not getting many tips, you uploaded a roommate listing online. You got an almost immediate reply. 

The person that showed interest in your listing was completely anonymous, as there was nothing about their page that would describe who they were. Through personal inbox, you sleepily messaged the person if they could meet you at the diner you worked at the next day. They quickly replied that they’d be there at noon. You went to sleep, hoping that the person you agreed to meet with wasn’t a serial killer.

The day after that, you were up early serving guests and refilling drinks. Saturdays were always a busy day at the diner, and this morning proved no different. You had served a number of guests too high to count with your fingers before the morning was over. Shortly, high noon arrived, and so did a sharply dressed gentleman with it. He walked up to the counter and politely got the attention of your manager, saying that he had ‘urgent matters’ with you. Upon hearing your name being called aloud, you quickly put down the breakfast of yet another guest, and moved to where you were needed. You approached your manager, wondering why she called you over.

“Yes?” 

“Take the next fifteen off. This man has ‘urgent matters’ with you.” 

She gestured to the man in question. It was only then that you noticed the besuited man next to her was here for you. He stood out very strongly against the humble surroundings of the diner, being tall with long limbs and very well dressed. You looked him in the face, trying to see if you recognized him from somewhere. His blue eyes were quite cold as they gazed back into yours.

On top of how handsome he was, he had a distinct air about him. He was a bit intimidating for sure. You looked to your manager for guidance, to ask her if you really had the next fifteen minutes to talk with this man, but she provided no help. She shot you one last encouraging glance and walked off to serve more guests while you were on break. It was a busy Saturday after all. You turned and watched her leave, silently wishing she would stay. It was then that the man next to you cleared his throat.

“You uploaded a roommate listing last night, am I correct?” 

Your ears perked up upon hearing his smooth Irish lilt and you turned your head to look at him once more.

“Yes, I did. Wait– are you the person who’s meeting me today?”

“Indeed I am,” He confirmed your thoughts, holding a gloved hand out for you to shake. You took it in your own, feeling the firmness of his greeting.

“Henry Cooldown.” 

He introduced himself, and so did you. He suggested that you two continue your discussion outside, as the diner was noisy and crowded. Once there, he turned to you again.

“Listen, there’s something you must know about me before you make your decision to let me stay with you or not,” He began, a more serious tone laced with his Irish accent. 

You nodded your head, assuming that you understood what he meant by that. You didn’t know anything about him really, and welcomed anything that he might tell you. 

“I’m a professional assassin.”

He looked you in your eyes as he spoke bluntly. He was dead serious, there was no room in his voice for joking. After being lied to by Sylvia for god knows how long, he figured being upfront was the respectable thing to do. He did give a sigh though, thinking about how inconvenient it would be for you to turn him down. He had stayed in hotels, sure, but the nice ones in town were much too expensive for his shallow pockets, and thus not sustainable. He wouldn’t be caught dead in any of the other cheaper ones. While he was not a man to beg, he certainly hoped you sensed his interest in splitting your rent with you. Henry patiently waited for you to gather your thoughts, his sapphire eyes seemed to watch the gears turn in your head. 

Not expecting those words to come out of his mouth, they thoroughly surprised you. Your expression had ‘Really?’ written all over it. Santa Destroy was a hub for assassins and work of the sort, yet being the humble server at the diner you were, you weren’t familiar with it. Sure, there were quite a few shady regulars that frequented your job, though they tended to tip the most (if they tipped at all). Your lips parted as you took in what Henry told you, and you tried your best to digest it. While you weren’t expecting an assassin to show interest in your listing, that was how the cards fell. Money was very tight, and you needed a roomie ASAP. Giving a light sigh, you spoke.

“Was that all you needed to tell me?”

Henry’s head tilted to the side at your question, not expecting it at first. He quickly adjusted to it though, not letting it faze him for long.

“Yes.”

“Alright,” You replied, inwardly sighing with relief. He thankfully answered how you hoped. You didn’t know what you’d do if he had said anything else. 

His eyes bore into yours as he intently watched you. He analyzed every breath you took, and hung onto each word you spoke. Would you still let him, even after knowing his profession?

“You can stay with me.” You confirmed his thoughts, and he unclenched his jaw. He thanked whatever God was above that you would allow him to stay with you, and he wouldn’t take the opportunity for granted. 

“Thank you,” He bowed his head in gratitude, shedding some of his serious demeanor.

“All I ask is that you keep the place safe while you’re there. Can you do that?”

Henry couldn’t stop his lips from curling into a smirk at your request. It was very simple, and he couldn’t help but be amused. He would certainly keep the place he laid his head safe–no matter where it was. As the person allowing him to reside there, you would be protected too without question. He looked at you with those piercing eyes of his.

“Absolutely.”

After that was settled, the two of you agreed on a day and time for him to pick up his key to your place. With that, the two of you shook hands once more, and then parted ways.

Henry left the diner with a renewed pep in his step. He was happy to be rebuilding himself after the disastrous position Sylvia put him in. He couldn’t help the bitterness he felt regarding the matter. Though, he felt grateful towards you for being so efficient about the whole process. He could see himself protecting the place you two shared with great effort– and even you if you let him. 

You returned inside the diner to continue serving guests for the rest of your shift. Henry was on your mind the entire time, though. Your managers and coworkers kept teasing you about him, urging you to share more about your connection to the handsome gentleman. You didn’t tell them much just yet, as you barely knew anything about him. ‘An assassin…’ you thought to yourself. So that would explain his distinct vibe. He seemed quite cordial for an assassin. And attractive. His buttoned up vest fit him like a glove, almost cinching his slim wai– Okay, that's enough thinking about Henry for now. 

Soon enough, the spare key you had now belonged to him, as he also occupied the spare bedroom and bathroom in your apartment. Henry showed his gratitude to you by coming up with his share of the rent early. You were quite surprised, yet he insisted that it was only right. It was quite the happy arrangement. Needless to say, your land-lord was a much happier man with Henry living with you.

While work at the diner was busy and demanding, you always kept a neat area at home– which Henry greatly appreciated. He was a clean and organized man, disliking chaos and clutter in his living space. Whenever he would visit Travis’ place in the past, he would always have to watch his step to avoid treading on something. His brow furrowed upon the mere thought. 

His profession meant that he was often away from your now shared apartment. You assumed being an assassin was hard labor, and would guarantee that there were groceries in the fridge and good food in the pantry. You would almost always have a meal prepared for him when he got back, leaving him sticky notes of what you made. 

On days that you were both out late, you would arrive earlier than him most times and catch him when he came in. He would be unharmed, yet you always asked him if he was alright. God forbid he have blood on his clothes, as you would become greatly concerned. He would always assure you that the blood was never his and that you need not to worry.

“I’m a professional,” He would say, effectively brushing off your concern.

At first, he convinced himself that you were doing this to be nosy, or to make sure he was still able to protect your apartment. But, you were genuine, and it shone through your eyes that you were. He couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face whenever you would take a closer look at him, nor the warmth in his chest upon feeling your care for him. You were certainly growing on him with all of your tenderness and consideration. 

He had felt a lack of these two things well before the untimely end of his failing marriage with Sylvia. To receive them now in this vulnerable time for him was… special. Henry was a guarded person, even more so after his divorce, yet he found himself thinking more fondly of you by the week. You balanced his cool and collected aura quite well with your tender warmth and he couldn’t deny it. He enjoyed your company, something he couldn’t say the same for many people at all.

In fact, he adored everything about you. From the way your food tasted, to the way your diner uniform fit on your frame. You were like an escape from his bleak life, and he really cherished you. He would always express his thanks whenever you made him something to eat, and frequently ask you how your shifts went at the diner. If you had said anything about anyone bothering you, they’d be taken care of the very next day–no doubt. If it weren’t for his emotional constipation, he would do more to act on these feelings. 

Either way, before the two of you knew it, you had been staying with each other for months now. Splitting the rent was a very good arrangement, and you felt a weight was lifted off of your shoulders ever since letting Henry live with you. The Irishman was a good roommate, and you were glad to admit it. You really appreciated him, and the feeling seemed to be mutual between you two.

-

It was yet another night at the diner. It was a Friday, and that meant the diner was always bustling up until late hours of the night. Thankfully though, the place seemed to empty out by ten o’clock. You and your coworkers spent your time cleaning for the time being– polishing tables and sweeping floors. What would normally be the idle murmurs of guests and the ‘clink’s of forks on plates, a smooth song that was playing on the speakers filled the diner instead. It was refreshing for the joint to not be busy, it gave you space to relax. 

As you scrubbed a particularly grimey table, the cool track that was playing reminded you of your suave roommate. He seemed to always be on your mind, especially with your coworkers frequently asking about him. They loved gossip and drama of any kind, and basically begged to know more about Henry.

“He’s fiiine,” one of your coworkers said, playfully fanning herself with a menu. A few others in earshot of her agreed, and a few “Amen”s and “Hell yeah”s followed after her statement. You shook your head in embarrassment at this, but you didn’t say anything in protest. You were all in agreement that Henry was very handsome. A new hire that hadn’t seen him before then spoke up, wanting to be in on the fun.

“Who’s Henry?” They asked innocently enough, much to your dismay.

Before you could open your mouth to answer, one of your managers wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“This lucky duck’s ‘roommate!’ Ain't that somethin’.” 

The new hire nodded his head, immediately making an unsavory assumption about you and Henry. A few people in the room chuckled, as it was written all over his face. You shook your head, and were about to explain to everyone that it wasn’t what they all thought– but you were cut off again by the same manager squeezing your shoulder playfully.

“Honey– I swear! It’s obvious you like the guy. How long have you been livin’ together now, huh?”

“About eight months.” You coyly answered, and everyone's ears perked up at that. 

“Eight months? And you still haven’t tapped that?” she spoke, her voice filled with disbelief. The crew echoed her, wondering how it was possible for you two to still be strictly roommates.

You almost didn’t know what to tell them. You already spent great effort in making sure the apartment you two shared was clean, that he always had something to eat when he came home late from his jobs, and that you respected his mysterious privacy. The most forward thing you had done was making him heart shaped-sandwiches the week prior, and your coworkers had to practically beg you to do that. Being embarrassed, you didn’t wait up for him when he got home that night. You did leave him a rather sweet note, though, saying that you hoped he came back unharmed and safe. The next day, he expressed his gratitude by making coffee for you before you went to work that morning.

While you thought Henry was very attractive, you were much too humble to assume he felt the same way about you, assuming that he was out of your league. You were just some server at an ordinary diner working for minimum wage– and he was a highly skilled assassin who always dressed formally and smelled nice. Leaving out the information about Henry’s profession, you reminded your coworkers all of that. They all groaned in protest.

“So, what!? Opposites attract.”

“Go get your man! You live with him for fuck’s sake.”

“If I were you, I would’ve been hit that!”

The crew was insistent– reassuring you that you had a good chance with him regardless if you thought so or not. They talked about Henry as if he was already yours, and you couldn’t help the warmth that you felt on your cheeks upon hearing them do so. ‘It would be nice…’ you thought to yourself, but you didn’t know if you had it in you. Assuming that you just needed some more encouragement, they continued their aggressive support in hopes that it would drive you to be more confident. 

The rest of your shift was filled with whistles and laughs as everyone gave their two cents on what they thought of your predicament. You listened to your coworkers list ways you could drop hints to Henry, or even get in his pants. You were appreciative, sure, but also very flustered. The time came when you finished wiping down your last table and had to clock out. With a final wave goodbye to your supportive (and rather perverted) crew, you left the diner for the night.

On the way home, your mind wandered, entertaining the ideas that your coworkers put in your head. Even if caring was in your nature, you went through those lengths at your shared place because you were interested in him. You couldn’t deny the affection you had been harboring towards the assassin.  ‘Maybe I could try to be more forward…’ you thought. ‘More heart-shaped sandwiches?’ You arrived home before you knew it, and unlocked the front door.

"Ah, welcome back,”

You nearly jumped out of your skin upon hearing a voice when you walked in. Still clutching your chest, you looked over to where the voice came from. Upon a closer glance, it was Henry. He sat on the couch with his legs crossed, a glass of red wine in an ungloved hand. He also wasn’t wearing a tie or vest either. His blue eyes seemed to glow gray under the dim lighting of the living room. They watched you with a spark of amusement.

“No need to get all startled.”

He spoke calmly as ever, swirling his wine around in his glass. There was a hint of a smirk on his lips as he took a sip from the red liquid.

You weren’t sure whether to be more relaxed that Henry was home before you, or more anxious now that he was here. The hopeful words of your coworkers were still fresh in your mind, and while the idea of being more forward with Henry was a promising one– you weren't expecting the opportunity to come so soon. He looked incredibly good right now too. Taking a small gulp, you brought a hand to the back of your head and gave a nervous chuckle.

“You’re right. I’m just not used to you being home so early.” 

“Quick job tonight,” He replied, addressing your concern. You gave him another look-over to make sure he was unharmed. He noticed. Your worry for him knew no bounds it seemed.

“I got some wine for the two of us. Care to have a drink?”

“Of course, thanks so much.” You spoke with a smile, making your way to the couch to sit next to him. 

He gestured towards two tall bottles that were sitting on the coffee table. With work being so busy, you hadn’t had a drink in a while. Feeling a bit touched that Henry would go out of his way to buy the two of you wine, you figured you would indulge yourself this once. The thought that he actually wanted to drink with you made a few butterflies flutter in your stomach, but you tried not to let it show.

By the time you sat down, Henry was already pouring you a glass of the expensive liquor. You were going to do it yourself, but yet again, Henry surprised you. You let him fill it and nodded your head in thanks once more. Bringing your glass to your lips, you let the notes of the red liquid fill your palette. Upon sensing your enjoyment of the wine, one edge of his lips curled upwards, leaving him with a pleased expression.

Henry asked you about recent work at the diner, and you replied to the best of your ability. Opting to tell him about how busy and demanding work was (and leaving out the pep talks your coworkers gave you), you two shared a dialogue. He clicked his tongue, wondering how anyone could work there. Waving a hand, you assured him that it wasn’t too bad. You doubted being an assassin was any better. He gave a genuine chuckle at that, asking if you wanted to bet on it. 

“I work for minimum wage, so… I don’t think I could.”

“Precisely.”

The talk of your two professions opened further discussion about Henry’s. He told you brief stories of targets he’s dueled with in the past, and what stood out to him about them. This would be the first time Henry had revealed much about what he did for a living, and you hung onto every word. He even mentioned his younger brother Travis, whom you never heard of before. They were apparently twins, and based on Henry’s description of him– you assumed he wasn’t a guy worth knowing.

Your assumption was solidified by the next topic, his divorce. He told the rather tragic tale of his failed marriage with a woman named Sylvia. She was a huge spender, and would just disappear at times when he didn’t have enough dough. Or, to continue the affair she had with Travis. He told you how he was left with only a fraction of what he once had after the ordeal, and expressed his bitterness by taking big swigs of the wine in his glass.

You gave grunts of disapproval and hums of acknowledgement as he rambled on and on about his life. Taking everything he said like a sponge, you watched as his reserved demeanor became more spontaneous. His words grew more colorful the longer you sat with him, as he had shown the most emotion you’d ever seen from the assassin. He sweared more often, his speech and mannerisms becoming sassier with each drop of wine he consumed. His accent came thicker the more he drank. 

Your behavior had changed due to the alcohol as well. As the two of you sat together on the couch, the encouraging words of your coworkers echoed through your mind. You found yourself even more drawn to Henry as you listened to him. You were bolder than usual, having rested your legs over his lap. He surprisingly let you, and even rested a free hand on your knee while the other held his wine. 

You were pulled out of your trance by Henry calling your name, a warm hand still on your leg. The coincidental timing made it seem as if he was reading your mind. His blue eyes seemed warmer now that the wine was settling in his system.

Soon, the two wine bottles that sat on the coffee table in front of you two were now empty. You sipped the last of the wine in your glass, setting it back down on the coffee table with a ‘clink’. Whilst Henry told another tale of his work as an assassin, you tried your best to focus on his words rather than his lips. They were wet from the red wine he drank, and you wondered how they’d feel against your own. You debated with yourself, trying to decide whether or not you should make a move. 

“Care to share what’s on your mind, dear?” He spoke, his accent being so thick that you didn’t catch the pet name he threw at you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You blurted out, the three words leaving your mouth before you were able to catch them. You inwardly cursed upon hearing yourself, wishing that you hadn’t said that aloud. You opened your mouth in an attempt to take back what you said, but were beaten to it.

“Be my guest.”  

“You want to kiss me, now do you?” He repeated your question slowly, dragging each syllable out upon noticing your flustered state.

His hand moved from your knee up to your thigh, effectively drawing out your abashment. His lips curled into a small smirk as he did.

Your lips parted upon hearing him, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. At the very least, you were relieved that your outburst didn't bother Henry. Quite the contrary, in fact. With the way he was smirking at you right now, you could’ve sworn Henry was pleased. You wordlessly nodded, adjusting yourself and moving your legs off of his lap. He watched you with an attentive eye as you were able to scoot closer to him. Leaning in, you gave him a sweet peck on his sharp cheekbone before coyly pulling away. 

‘There– I did it.’  You were about to drunkenly squeal into one of the couch pillows before Henry’s warm hand on your shoulder stopped you from getting too far.

“Is that all you’ve got?��� He asked, implying that the simple gesture you gave him on the side of his face wasn’t enough. 

He looked at you with a smug grin on his face, challenging you to make the extra incentive–daring you to go further. This certainly wasn’t what you were expecting, but the way that Henry was daring you to be more bold… it excited you.

You took him up on his offer by taking his face in each of your hands. Your touch was tender as you leaned in and pressed your soft lips against his forehead, then to each of his cheeks. You couldn’t hide the smile that grew on your lips each time you pecked his skin. Soon, you were kissing him all over his face, not missing a single spot. Your kisses were gentle and mild, and they conveyed all of what you felt for Henry without you having to say a single word.  Henry relished in the feeling of your affection, welcoming everything you gave him. He sat back and let you kiss him as you pleased, the smile on his face turning more dreamy with each peck you gave.

Eventually, the only spot your lips had not lavished attention on were his lips. You hesitated for a second, the perverted encouragement your coworkers had given you tonight echoing in your mind. Henry looked at you expectantly, his cheeks having a pink glow to them. He had opened his mouth to say something, but you had already closed the gap between you two before he could manage any words.

Your kiss was as sweet and warm as the rest of your pecks before. He kissed you back passionately, and his lips were smooth and soft. Things started off slow, your hands were still caressing each side of his face, and his were on your shoulders. But as time went on, your affection deepened. The romantic warmth that your kiss once held moments before grew into something hot and sensual. 

Your hands slid into his short, brown hair as your tongue lapped at his bottom lip, wanting to taste him further. He let you explore his mouth with a low hum, welcoming anything and everything you could give him. The smooth and dark flavors of red wine were rich as your tongue swirled against his, effectively pulling another sound from him. The feeling was absolutely delightful, and it only fueled the passion you kissed him with.

The two of you made out, the air around you growing heavier as Henry’s hands slid up and down your frame. He affectionately caressed the entirety of your back, sides, and waist with an almost hypnotizing rhythm. You squirmed a bit under his touch, kissing him with a sloppy fervor. He eagerly returned the gesture, savoring the feeling of your hot mouth on his. You managed to get a few strands of his hair between your fingers and tugged, swallowing the grunt he gave you in turn. His hands slipped down to your hips, gently grabbing them so that you were now on his lap. He held you there with a pleasant grip, his thumbs rubbing circles- much to your delight.

‘The crew won’t wait to hear this,’ you thought to yourself, imagining that your perverted coworkers would be very pleased to learn about tonight. ‘What if…’

You suddenly pulled your lips off of his as a rather lewd idea came to mind. Henry looked at you with a slightly puzzled expression as you took one of his wrists in your hand, bringing it in front of you. You kissed it, and before he could guess what you were going to do next, you dragged a slow and flat lick from the base of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. He inhaled sharply at this, the noise only encouraging you to keep going.

It wasn't long before you had his index, middle, and ring fingers in your mouth, rubbing your tongue along the underside of them. Your teeth lightly grazed at the digits as you sucked on them, Henry’s cheeks growing flushed at the feeling. The air around you two was thick and hot, and the hardness straining against his pants was becoming harder for him to take. With your other hand, you reached down to palm his growing erection, appreciating the sultry sound he gave you in turn.

His sapphire eyes shined with an aroused glow as he watched you slowly take his index finger into your mouth, his hold on your hip moving down to your thigh. You sucked on the pad of his finger, watching his reactions very closely as his breaths came in heavier. Henry was enjoying this thoroughly, and it was obvious with how he slid two more slim fingers between your lips for you to lavish attention on.

You only hoped you wouldn’t be too hungover in the morning.

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[lilithland]

imagine you move to somewhere in the south, lots of open land between houses and lots of friendly neighbors

one of your older neighbors, who could be your fathers age stops by one day dropping off treats, maybe it’s drinks you don’t realized are spiked, maybe it’s some brownies laced with weed, you’re just too dumb, too naive to question his motives

you’re just about to go out into town, dressed in the shortest skirt you can find, basically a belt, no panties of course

you have a top on so low that your nipples are nearly popping out, they’re hard from the cold so everyone can see them anyway

before you head out you munch on the treats your neighbor brought, you find yourself feeling fuzzy and light

you stumble out of the house, heels clicking and feet wobbely, you only make it as far as your old neighbors porch

he’s on a rocking chair, sipping away at a beer

“oh princess, what’s wrong?”

“i feel funny” you manage to get out through hiccups and giggles, far too gone by that point

he manhandles you into his lap, not that you’re resisting

he turns you around so you’re both facing the street, he doesn’t have to even try to hike your skirt up, your pussy is on display for anyone who walks by, he pulls your top down so your tits are also out in the open

he start to finger your tight little hole, you start to moan like a bitch in heat, throwing your head back, you’re far too gone to say no to anything that’s happening

without warning your neighbor starts to fuck his beer bottle in and out of your dripping cunt, you think you hear some other neighbors approach, the man striking up a conversation that you can’t hear, far too lost in the bottle working its way into your cunt

you start trying to hump the bottle but are cut off by your tits being smacked and then groped

“behave” he snaps

you whimper and whine, not processing a word that’s being said, and continue to try and hump the bottle that has now stilled in your pussy

“aww, is the bitch too dumb to understand. no worries we have all the time to train you to be the perfect little cocksleeve”

the man rips the bottle out of your cunt, when you open your mouth to whine he shoves the bottle down your throat

“clean up your girl juice”

you suck and he starts to finger your ass, you moan around the bottle and clench around nothing

“you know exactly where that’s going princess”

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[prettylilslutt]

Hi everyone it’s been a min <3

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[leakydemon]

Can’t stop thinking about sucking on someone’s fingers while I’m squirming helplessly trying not to pee. Wanna suck on their fingers while their other hand is holding my cunt, helping me hold it in while they whisper dirty things in my ear that make my brain turn to mush 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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[kxsalt]

“That’s my girl.” A figure of speech, a gesture of support.

“Thanks, dad~” A slip of the tongue, an innocent mistake.

Embarrassed by your faux pas, we laugh it off. It’s a running joke, now. It runs away with us. “Go get 'em, kiddo.” “I will, dad!” Neither of us are kidding. It feels too natural. I use my wisdom to help and care for you. You use your energy to inspire and charge me. It feels icky. Icky doesn’t feel bad.

You’re too nervous to take the next step. I take the lead: “Let dad take care of that.” “Here’s a cute gift for you.” “You can sit on my lap, it’s fine.” Your role is enthusiastic follower: “Thanks, dad!” “Dad, can we…?” “Daddy, I want…”

“Bedtime, kiddo. You had a big day.” You oblige. I follow you to your bedroom. You sit on your bed. I take the lead again.

A deep kiss, and a firm hand on your thigh. I can feel you push away from me. Such a big age gap, what will people think? I can feel you grind your pussy into my hand. We need this.

I grope your young body, so soft and pliant. Girls my age aren’t like that. I lick your sweet, bare pussy. Boys your age don’t do that.

A finger in your princess parts, then two. More kissing, with the tongue that calls me dad. We drop the act of being friends making a silly joke. We’re honest for once.

“…Daddy’s little girl...”

“…I wanna be a good kid…”

My thick cock pushes into your needy pussy. I can control myself, for now. You’re soaking wet, but still need to be stretched out. I’m experienced, I know when to be gentle. I know when to be rough, too. I slowly fuck you while I wait for my cue.

“I can take it, daddy~”

Now. I drive my cock deep inside of you and growl as I enjoy my little girl. Your inexperienced body doesn’t know restraint. Rubbing your clit as I fuck you into the mattress, your young pussy gets even tighter when you cum.

“Icky little girl, cumming on her dad’s cock.”

All you can do is beg and nod. I feel your nails bite my back and your breath touch my ear. We’ve waited to long for this, we enjoy every moment. Fucking my beautiful little girl, I cum deep in you.

Your head against my chest; listening to my beating heart. What will people say when they see us together? Who cares. I run my fingers through your hair, your hand rubs my cheek.

“That’s my girl.”

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[rafegasm]

wandering hands

warnings : smut, nsfw (mdni), fingering, praise kink, mention of choking, overstimulation, rough sex, dirty talk, crying kink

pairing : reader x rafe Cameron

words count : 2,4k

context : You're at the restaurant with the Camerons. Basically for Sarah's birthday, but your secret relationship with her big brother Rafe will slightly divert your attention.

a shiver ran up your spine as a hand landed on your thigh, gripping it firmly. You shot a quick glance at Rafe to your left, who didn't seem to be paying attention to you, or at least pretending to be listening to his family’s conversation.

"Tonight is your night dear" declared ward, "I want to raise this toast in your honor, thank you for being here, you know how important family is to me. Thank you also y/n for joining us tonight,”

ward continued, raising his glass. "Thank yo-" you were cut off by the rafe’s hand on your thigh working its way up to your underwear, which made you shudder even more. "it's a pleasure for me to be here tonight" you smile at Ward and Sarah. The guests raised their glasses in honor of your best friend, you do the same, still trying not to pay attention to rafe’s hand which continued to rise to a more dangerous area. You bit your lip as Rafe's fingers touched the fabric of your panties. Your thighs tightened, seeking some friction.

"rafe stop it right now" you whispered to him, trying to remove his hand, however much against your will.

"stop what?" he purred in a low tone, he had intention of teasing you all night. "stop it, not here" you tried in vain to reason with him.

"I don't know what you're talking about sweetheart, you should try to relax" he replied in a playful tone. "Fuck you Cameron" you rolled your eyes back as his fingers started teasing you moving up and down your panties. "Ooh feisty, i like it" he smirks. "let's see how long you can resist," he said, continuing his movements, his thumb finding your clitoris to torture it in circular motions. "oh fuck" you whispered between your teeth, your legs still tightening as you tried to calm down, for fear that the guests would suspect something.

"oh no you're gonna keep them open sweetie" rafe growled in your ear as his other hand spread your legs apart. "keep them like that or I swear I won't make you cum." It was too much for you, you decided to listen to it, your pleasure having become too high to reject it. He had this effect on you that drove you absolutely insane. His touch was a drug you were already addicted to. You just opened your legs like he told you to. "good girl I prefer that" he smiled, it was a cocky and sadistic smile. His fingers repositioned themselves in their favorite places. Working your pussy harder, your breathing became shorter, you would have given anything to be alone at that moment and for him to fuck you like that on this table. But you were trying somehow to stay lucid. This is not the right time or the right place.

"what the?" You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Rafe's hand moving your panties to the side and two of his fingers entering you without warning, the cold metal of his ring touching your clitoris. You screamed in your thoughts, your body squirming under his fingers. It had become impossible not to react to this torture. For a second you forgot everything around you and let out a low moan. The guests turned to you, Rose being the first to hear. "y/n is everything okay?" your blood swirled, a shiver of fear washed over you "Yes yes I bit my-" A third finger had been added, moving in and out faster than before, the cold metal torturing your clit. Your cunt tightened against the gusty fingers pumping you as they curled inside you, touching a sensitive area. You bit your gum reflexively to keep yourself from making a sound.

"I.. I bit my tongue, it's nothing" you lied picking up your napkin wiping the little blood you had in your mouth. It hurt but it probably saved your life. "nice lie" Rafe chuckled. "can't wait to see how far you can go" his gaze was dark, hot and hungry. He ran his tongue over his lips. His shoving fingers didn't stop, they kept the same rhythm, his thumb returning to its place, torturing your clit. Your body was no longer yours, you no longer controlled anything. Your eyes stained with tears, your fingers clinging to the tablecloth and your left hand to Rafe's leg, your fingernails trying to dig into the fabric of his pants. You begged him to stop because you couldn't hold anything back. Suddenly he stopped all movement. The feeling of a fucking cold shower, although you had told him to stop, your body was begging him to continue, at this point there was a need. Rafe leaned towards you "if you want more, make up any lie to get you off the table" he teased you. A feeling of frustration invaded you, you had only one thing in mind, him fucking you until you forgot your name. Too bad for Sarah, you're a bad friend. A bad friend who fucks her brother in secret even on her birthday. You bit your gum harder, hurting you really badly. "oh my" you moan in pain, making heads turn in your direction. "sorry.. i'm super clumsy, i just bit my tongue again... i think i'm bleeding quite a bit, i'm going to go to the bathroom..." you stood up abruptly, spilling the glass of spurt wine on him. "oh my god I'm sorry"

Rafe was trying to keep calm in front of your unbelievable acting skills. "fuck watch out, that's expensive," he said, acting annoyed. Ward interrupts you to calm the situation "son it's nothing, go to the bathroom and rinse it all out. We have plenty of them at home. » Rafe nodded and glared at you, before turning and leaving the table. You follow him to the bathroom.

He opened the door for you. As soon as you enter, you find yourself stuck against the cold tiled floor of the room. His body pressed against yours, his hand holding your waist tight, his breath burning in your neck. your heart beat quickens, he leans in and whispers into your ear, the smell of his cologne only making him more attractive

« let's see where we left off" You were going crazy, his touch was melting you, your brain was screaming at you begging him to fuck you but your pride wouldn't stoop so low.

He attacked your neck, kissing it, licking it, biting it, while his free hand moved up your leg to where you needed it most. You were fidgeting with anticipation and desperation "someone's eager" he teased

"fuck off" you replied, he had this knack for being so arrogant. It turned you on as much as it annoyed you. He slaps your cunt. "behave or I'll leave you like that, fucking brat" the slap makes you moaned his name in desperation. "rafe holy fuck" his fingers penetrate you once again without mercy, your hands clinging to his neck and his shoulders, looking for any support to your body which has become far too weak to stand on its own. His lips crashed against yours in a hungry, needy kiss, he kissed you like you were his prey, his hand still on your hip, holding you perfectly against the wall and him. You had no escape. But you didn't want to run away. You wanted it. His hand held your chin to half-open your mouth, his tongue slid into it, kissing you passionately.

After a few seconds he breaks the kiss, his eyes burning with desire. "let’s get you out of that dress"

He pulls your hair, and forces you to turn around so your back is facing him, he begins to slide your dress off your shoulder, but he only gets half way before he stops, his hand is on your waist, his breath is on your neck as he speaks. You let a soft moan when your chest hits the wall. He smiles, and begins to pull your dress off completely, you feel the soft touch of his hand against your back, he pulls the dress completely off, and it drops to the floor "you'll have to beg for it, otherwise I'll fuck you like that against the wall"

"you really are an asshole" you replied with tears in your eyes of frustration. You hated begging him. You felt like it was so degrading. You thought you still had the strength to resist him. "Don't come crying when I fuck you till you can’t stand on your legs anymore babe"

" Make me"

He grabs your neck, bending you over the sink. “I had plans that you would’ve liked but apparently you decided to act like a brat. Too bad for you, I'll treat you like the whore you are"

On his words, two of his fingers forced access to the mouth to moisten them before returning between the legs, penetrating my pussy. "damn you're dripping, such a needy girl for me uh?" he brought his fingers back to my mouth "taste yourself" I licked them off without protest, already knowing I was going to have a hard time. "i want you to look at yourself in that damn mirror, see how I fuck you dumb, got it?" I don't answer at first, with tears in my eyes, both in desperation and shame. he slaps my ass. "you understand? »

“fuck-yes. Yes I understand"

"Good."

You hear his pants zip open and a few seconds later you feel his cock against you, straight and taut. You sigh in anticipation and grind your ass against him.

“don’t tease me or I'll ruin that ass too" At his words he aligns himself and enters you in stride, in a long hoarse rattle, grabbing your hair, undoing your bun. He pounded you relentlessly, one of his hands on your hip, the other in your hair and on your neck, applying enough pressure to make your excitement rise. "can't get enough of that pussy." Taking me so well"

His thrusts were violent, sometimes they hurt, but as strange as it may seem it was not unpleasant, on the contrary, it excited you even more. He fucked you like an animal, filled you like a rabid beast. Like he's pouring out his hate and his anger into you. "fuck-rafe slow down please" you started moaning as you felt your pussy tighten around him.

"You'll take what I give you" he declared in a menacing voice while going faster

"Please I-I can't" you moaned crying, ready to explode, torn between pain and pleasure.

"oh yes you can" he said as he jerked back to him. "told you you should've behave" it once again intrudes into you. You try to wrap your hands around him to hold onto him, but he stops you by placing them above your head. "you said you were allowed to do that?" his voice is husky, he's looking at your body, you can tell he likes what he sees He pulls you in even closer to him, your hair brushes against his tie, you feel the sound of his heavy breathing against you, you can feel the heat from him, you can feel your hips moving against him.

"rafe i-im cl-" He cuts you.

"No you're not. You will hold back until I allow you to cum" You were hot, very hot. Your body was out of control. Your pussy was hot, you felt your whole interior tense up with each thrust. You bit your lips, eyes closed, forcing yourself not to come. Until his hand finds your clit and deliberately touches it, practically causing your body to convulse.

" Aaaah rafe- no no no- stop it- please please stop it" you cried out loud. But he did not stop, He continued his torture. You couldn't hold anything back, you moaned his name without restraint, your fingers stuck in the fabric of his costume, your whole body trembled with spasms, your burning and painful pussy tightening around his cock. Your eyes rolled back and your breathing hitched.

" im not done with you" rafe smirks. His creepy smile turns to an evil, sadistic smile, he leans in and whispers into your ear, his breathe is hot against your neck, you can smell the alcohol and cologne

"you'll give me one more" he bites your ear.

"no no no- i can't.. i-promise I can't rafe." It's-too-too much. Stop-stooo-“

He still didn't listen to you, and suddenly re-penetrated you.

"Aaaahh fuckk-holy-fuck please don't-"

"next time you'll be a good girl" he whispered in you ear "for now you're just gonna take my dick like the dirty slut you are" Your eyes closed, my body was shaking, the feeling was awful but so good at the same time, your clit was burning, making you cry in discomfort, but the bursts of kidneys made you see the stars. After a few seconds, you finally reach your second orgasm. And apparently rafe too.

" im clos-"

" Yeah I know. I feel your pussy clenching around my cock. Ooh fuck you're squeezing me so tight"

" pull out- damn ahh- pull out rafe"

"no I'm going to fill you up with my cum, you’re gonna take every fucking drop so you’ll remember you don’t get to act like a fucking brat"

"wait what?" no no no- i-“ You didn't have time to answer, burst of throws on your lips devouring completely, while he gives a last thrust before cumming in you, you feel his cock deep in your pussy and something hot which fills you. He bites his bottom lip, gasping.

"You're so good. If only others would see how dirty you can be. Fucked by your best friend's brother. You’re such a mess babe.” You try to catch your breath,

"you really are a motherfucker Cameron"

He smiles as he hears the words, he looks satisfied.

"A motherfucker that makes you feel good, am I wrong sweetheart?"

"no.. you’re right" you finally admit. you bite your lip, staring into his ocean eyes

‘fuck you're so hot. makes me wanna mark you so everyone will know who you belong to"

"What's stopping you? you answered with a provocative look

he smirks while looking at your lips "god you're really something you know that?" He kisses you again, but this kiss is different. It surprises you. It’s passionate and soft. He goes down your neck and leaves purplish marks there, and a few bites. When he breaks the kiss you look at him with a questioning look.

"you're mine got it?"

"yes-yes" you said blushing

"just wanted to remind you"

author note : i might have done some grammar mistakes since english isn’t my first language, lemme know if you notice any mistake so I can correct myself.

correction done ✅

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[jennelikejennay]

The question is not "why do Vulcans kiss with their fingers?"

The question is, why do humans NOT?

The human fingertip—EACH fingertip—has over three thousand nerve endings. It has more touch receptors per millimeter than any other part of the body, including lips, tongue, and genitals.

Obviously the type of sensation we get from our fingers isn't typically a sexual one. But this is also true of lips and tongues. We just think of our lips as romantic and sexual but we don't put finger touching into the same context. We probably could though.

The real reason Vulcans kiss with their hands? It's because they don't touch with their hands very often. Something you don't do with everyone becomes significant and intimate. Like (switching universes for a minute) when the Radchaai take off their gloves. You wear gloves 24/7 around everyone you know, pretty soon taking them off will feel like stripping. Same concept.

Context is everything. Sure, it's no big deal for Vulcans to type with their fingers, just like it's no big deal for you to put chapstick on or lick an ice cream cone. But when a person you've never touched before very carefully brushes your pinkie with their pinkie while your hands are under the table.....you gonna tell me that's not first base? It could be.

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[lilithland]

ok but like imagine you and your girl best friend are having a sleepover

and you two have always been super close and touchy with each other, you’ve even made out once or twice when you were drunk

it’s not uncommon for you two to share a bed and cuddle with one another, plationically of course

you’re half awake one night, about to fall right back asleep, barely conscious, when you feel a little more spread out than usual, a little more restricted too

you’re chilly and can feel your nipples hardening, you go to curl into a ball, about to seek out the warmth of your best friend but you find that you can’t move anything

you start to wake a little more and realize your tied wide open on your friends bed

“oh baby, shhhhh, go back to sleep”

you feel hazy and find yourself fighting to stay awake, you realize you’re naked and that’s why you’re so cold

your best friend drags a manicured finger down your body causing you to shiver

“you usually don’t wake up during this part, that’s ok, you won’t remember come morning”

you’re confused by her words but her fingers twisting and pinching at your nipples causes you to moan and throw your head back

“does princess need something to keep her quiet while mommy plays?”

you watch as your best friend takes her own panties off and stuffs them in your mouth, you can taste how soaked she was

“if youre a good girl maybe i’ll let you lick my pussy clean when we’re done”

you’ve never had sex with a woman before but your own leaky cunt is clearly thrilled by the idea

your friend starts sucking on your neck while simultanelmously teasing your entrance with her skilled fingers

she pulls away, bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste your girl juice that she collected

“mmmm you always taste so sweet princess”

she drops down and uses her tongue to fuck your drippy messy hole, she uses a thumb to rub figure eights over your clit

you cum embarrassingly fast, too stupid to process anything other than how good your best friend is making you feel

you’re drooling around the panties in your mouth, utterly blissed out, your own cum leaking down your best friends chin

your friend gets up and dissapears for a bit, leaving you a needy, squirmy, whiny mess

she returns with a double headed dildo and a vibrator

“i wonder just how many times we can get you to cum on this cock with me before you pass out and forget everything again babygirl, last week you made it to four but i think you can do at least six tonight”

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[maxsix]

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[asherheed]

minors dni

satoru would be the type to laugh at you during sex.

he's not trying to be mean or anything (despite you pouting when he does), but he can't help but find you so cute grinding on his fingers as if he hasn't made you cum twice already.

he watches as your eyes squeeze shut, head falling back when he curls his fingers inside you. his fingers hit the spot that makes your insides feel like goo, your wet walls squelching when he quickens his pace.

you whimper at the feeling, eyes half lidded as satoru uses his other hand to hold your hips down, big hands swallowing your body whole as his thumb reaches for your engorged clit.

"look at her, baby," he chuckles, leaning forward and inhaling your scent. his dick throbs in his pants as he watches your cunt clench around his fingers. "she wants all my attention."

"toru," you mewled, hands reaching to grab his soft hair, damp with sweat, pulling him closer. "i want you inside me."

he laughs. you were just so cute and needy. "already?" he licks your clit and you gasp. "but i'm just getting started."

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