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Summary: Kinktober Day 2 — A/B/O with Commander Fox Pairing: Commander Fox/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; A/B/O dynamics, unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), oral sex (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), knotting, liberal use of the titles “alpha” and “omega,” heat and rut, mention of sex toys, clear consent, alpha!Fox, omega!reader, language. Word Count: 7.7k (don’t fucking look at me)

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Thank you, anon, for requesting this prompt! I’ve never written A/B/O before and I really maybe went overboard with the worldbuilding aspect of it all, but I hope everyone enjoys nonetheless!

Fox was in the middle of getting a coffee refill when a scent that was decidedly not coffee filled his nostrils. And it was just his luck that it was coming from the break room. Striding inside, Fox's eyes instantly zeroed in on the source.

And it was you.

One of the reasons Fox was so rarely seen without his helmet was because it helped filter the constant onslaught of alpha, beta, and omega pheromones. It wasn't so bad on the surface, where the rich civvies and politicians lived. The ones who could afford suppressants and perfumes that helped them continue with their regular lives. But in the undercity and lower levels, where the poor and working classes were forced to slum it with subpar suppressants or none at all, the stench could be overwhelming.

But it went further than that. In general, the clones weren't all that different from the overall galactic population: the majority of them were betas. But the last thing Fox wanted was to be bombarded by the scents of his brothers who had presented. No thanks.

So he rarely removed his helmet.

It did wonders at blocking his own scent as well.

Fox had presented early as an alpha, and had long gotten used to the realities of it. But one thing that endlessly frustrated him was the way the scent of an omega could rile him up, no matter how hard he tried to fight it.

So as Fox caught a whiff of you in the break room, standing near the coffee machine with Thorn, he could feel his cock grow hard, painfully restricted against his codpiece.

But he rolled his shoulders back. Nevermind that he didn't need this right now, you were his coworker. He wasn't going to disrespect you by making a scene. Or by giving any indication of the effect your omega hormones had on him.

That would just needlessly embarrass the both of you.

As a doctor employed by the GAR, you were stationed permanently at the medical facilities on Coruscant overseeing the regular physicals and check-ups of the clone army. It was rare for Fox to see you outside the medical facilities seeing just how many patients you had. Your team was small, only four doctors total for the entire Grand Army of the Republic. So Fox knew you were just as busy as he was on a good day. Seeing you in the break room, relaxing and talking with friends, was a rare sight.

Fox wanted to rationalize that that was why he was suddenly reacting to your scent, but he'd known you were an omega from the first time you'd met. He'd long grown accustomed to your scent.

This was different.

He knew what the change in your scent meant. He just didn't know why it had affected him so potently.

So again, he set his shoulders and walked into the room like there was nothing wrong.

Surprisingly, it was you who caught sight of him first. While the two of you were certainly familiar and friendly with each other, Fox wasn't one of your closest friends. Not because you didn't like him, or because you two clashed, but rather because you just didn't interact with him as much as some others. At least, not face-to-face. As the Marshal Commander for the Coruscant Guard, he received your reports concerning the well-being and physicals of all those under his command. So the majority of your communication was electronic. The occasional times you did interact with him in person were either if you came to him directly with a health concern about someone in the guard, or if you passed in the halls.

Or met in the break room, like now.

You sniffed lightly, but it wasn't the scent of your coffee that hit you. But rather it was the muffled, faint scent of an alpha.

You recognized Fox's scent, long having grown accustomed to it. But there was something different about it this time. Something deeper. Something richer.

Your thoughts about it were cut off as Thorn caught sight of his brother, waving him over.

"Doc brought over some of her own stash," he said, waving at the percolator. "Tastes way better than the GAR shit."

You chuckled, bringing your own mug to your lips as Fox tilted his bucketed head at you.

"Doc Carsen's always warning me about my caffeine intake," he said. You had noticed that Fox's voice, no matter how similar it was to his brothers', was just slightly deeper and raspier.

You smiled a little. "I'm not gonna tell. It would be a little hypocritical of me."

You toasted him with your own cup of caf, not your first, or second, or even third of the day.

Or fourth.

"You better keep bringing us this stuff," Thorn said, inhaling his own deeply.

You grinned. "And get in trouble with Carsen? Not gonna happen."

"Ahh, but Doc!"

You laughed.

Fox suddenly had a small problem on his hands. He'd come here to take a quick break and get some more caf. But now with your scent invading his senses, he didn't want to take off his helmet.

But he also didn't want to be rude to you and Thorn by taking off. Not when neither of you had seemed to notice anything wrong.

And Thorn was a beta, so he wasn't going to notice anything, period. And you were a doctor. You didn't usually pay any mind to this sort of thing. In fact, you were the one who'd instituted proper health procedures and measures for the clones who'd presented, the Kaminoans having not bothered.

If you noticed anything, it would be fine. You were a professional. But you hadn't noticed anything yet.

So Fox slipped off his helmet.

The times when you'd seen Fox without his helmet were few and far between. While he obviously hadn't taken to the extreme hairstyles some of his brothers had, his hair was distinct for the way he let his curls grow out in the front, falling messily over his eyes. And for the grey strands starting to come in at his temples. Fox also didn't have any tattoos across his face, or any tattoos that you'd ever noticed. His eyes, much like his brothers', were all his own, despite there being no perceptible difference in size, shape, or color. Though Fox always seemed to have dark circles under his eyes, and his face always had a more serious set than some of his brothers.

But it was none of this that caught your attention.

It was the fact that as Fox removed his bucket, the scent of him grew stronger and hit something deep inside you.

You made no physical indication of it beyond ducking back into your coffee, mind whirring. You had long gotten used to Fox's scent. You had! It wouldn't be good for a doctor dealing with alphas and omegas all the time to be regularly affected by their pheromones.

So why were you suddenly so sensitive to Fox's scent?

"Good, huh?" Thorn was saying proudly to Fox as the marshal commander sucked back some caf.

Fox looked at you, a small, surprised, but pleased smile playing on his lips. He lightly toasted you, like you'd done him. "Thank you."

Something inside you rumbled, preening at the little token of appreciation and lapping at it like a bowl of warm milk.

You did your best to smile back at him, but inside, you realized what was happening.

You were going into heat.

You'd been waiting for it for about a week now. While suppressants and forms of birth control were most certainly beneficial, you personally, as both a doctor and an omega, advocated for forms of suppressants that didn't completely erase heats and ruts. Just suppressed them. Minimized their symptoms. Or maybe reduced them to once a year. Completely suppressing heats and ruts wreaked havoc on alphas' and omegas' natural, biological functions and needs. And it could even affect your systems and bodies negatively in the long run. So you, personally and professionally, recommended other methods of birth control and suppressants. You yourself used one that regulated your heat to happen once a year, rather than every few months. You had an implant, embedded in the dip of your hip. But there were other forms too — pills, patches, shots even. Implants were the most common and popular method, and lasted the longest. And there were different types of implants. Types that regulated heats and ruts, but didn't double as birth control (like yours did), so that alphas and omegas could still get pregnant without worrying about constant heats and ruts. There were types of implants that reduced the time heats and ruts lasted, minimizing their symptoms to help them become more manageable. Made them less agonizing for people who didn't have a partner to spend their cycle with.

There were lots of options out there for alphas and omegas to regulate their sexual health. And it was your job and passion to make sure those options were known, available, and accessible to the army you served.

But your once-yearly heat did still make your life a little awkward on occasion. Especially when you were surrounded by alphas and omegas like you sometimes were. It was a little strange for them to suddenly sense their doctor going into heat.

As you and the commanders made idle chat and gossip, drinking caf all the while, you casually picked up your pad and sent a message to Carsen, letting him know that you'd need the next 10 days off or so. It was a long time, but Carsen was very understanding and accommodating when it came to your yearly heats, especially since he himself was an omega. You'd warned him a few weeks ago that you were expecting your heat soon, and he'd made sure to check in with you periodically about how you were progressing. Each omega and alpha experienced heats and ruts differently. Yours, personally, lasted anywhere from 6-8 days, which was on the longer end of the spectrum.

It was hard being partnerless during it, but you'd managed before. Either by using your extensive collection of toys or making an appointment with one of the clinics on Coruscant that specialized in caring for partnerless alphas and omegas.

And judging by how sensitive you were to Fox's scent already, you might just have to do that this year.

Within about fifteen minutes, you were acutely aware of how Fox was beginning to affect you. How had you never noticed how pretty his eyes were? How had you never paid more attention to his posture: the look of his thighs framed by his kamas, the curve of his armored back, his habit of clasping his hands behind his back when he wasn't holding something, the way his throat bobbed with each sip of caf, and the way his tongue flicked out to swipe away the remnants on his lips.

Goddamn it, you knew it was somewhat because of the combination of hormones beginning to rage through you, but you were also clear-headed enough still to acknowledge, unaided by your heat, that Fox was a beautiful man. And you'd never noticed that before now.

And now was, quite frankly, the worst time to be noticing.

You would definitely have to make an appointment at the clinic.

You weren't ashamed of being an omega. Not even a little. In fact, you made no effort to hide yourself. It wasn't something you let define you, or something that you let affect your personality and temperament. In truth, the biological classes of alpha and omega related more to sexual and reproductive health than anything else. From a purely medical standpoint. And psychologically, there was zero concrete evidence that it changed who you were. It didn't define your personality, or your temperament, or even your sexual preferences and role. Anyone who said otherwise was someone that needed to be educated about how to properly recognize pro-Alpha and anti-Omega propaganda.

And if they continued to insist that alphas and omegas had set roles, that only men were alphas, and that they were meant to dominate their female omegas, run.

That was a big fucking red flag.

You as a medical doctor and member of the GAR did your best to educate your patients on their biological needs and processes, but also on how to keep themselves safe from unwanted attention and predators, how to protect themselves against false information and propaganda, and how to do that all while fighting to save and protect the Republic. No matter how they presented, it didn't define who they were. And they should never let someone tell them that it did.

You didn't.

You were just a regular doctor who happened to be an omega. One who cared about her patients and their comfort and health. One who had her own hobbies and likes and dislikes.

But right now, you were going into heat. And before long, your hormones and sexual needs would be overriding just about everything else.

You, at one point, made a pithy remark about a few choice senators, causing Thorn to laugh loudly, and Fox to chuckle.

Your thighs clenched at the sound of his deeper, raspier laugh.

Fox's eyes shot to you, darkening considerably, and his nostrils flared just the slightest bit.

It wasn't much, but it was enough.

Within a few more minutes, Fox drained the rest of his coffee, replaced his bucket on his head, and left the break room.

"Workaholic," Thorn called after him with affection. He loved his brother, but Fox worked too much. He shot you a look as well. "Both of you."

You smiled lightly in response, something inside you whining and licking at its wounds. Fox had left because you'd made him uncomfortable.

You felt awful.

The night found you in your quarters. Small, but private, they were the best place for you right now. The last thing you wanted was to go around reeking of Eau de Horny Omega while everyone else was just trying to go about their lives.

Besides, your heat was going to fully hit any hour now. Best you already be packed with your creature comforts and toys, waiting for the clinic escort to pick you up.

Your pad suddenly pinged with an incoming comm.

It was Commander Fox.

Can you meet? Need to talk to you about something.

You bit your lip. You still felt awful about this afternoon. You hadn't meant to make things awkward between the two of you. You really hadn't.

Sure. Where and when?

Your pad pinged again.

Courtyard? Ten minutes?

The medical facility's gardens and courtyard. It wasn't far from your quarters.

See you soon.

It took you barely five minutes to get down there, and your rational brain kicked at your hindbrain as you wrapped your cardigan tighter around yourself. You weren't cold. Quite the opposite. Heats made your body temperature rise. But you didn't want to make Fox even more uncomfortable by showing up smelling like you were. Not to mention, seeing him would likely accelerate your heat. It wasn't smart to see him this close to it hitting. But you weren't exactly thinking very clearly right now.

You weren't sure why he needed to meet with you, though you could guess that it wasn't good, but you weren't going to try and make this worse by shoving your pheromones in his face.

He didn't need that right now.

You sat on a little bench in the courtyard, shaded by a large, flowering tree. You could smell the citrusy scent of the blooms, hoping it helped to mask your own scent.

Maybe you should've layered up even more.

But your mind went blank as Fox's distinctive red and white armor rounded the corner and came into view.

You weren't sure whether you were relieved or disappointed that his helmet was firmly in place.

He stopped several feet away from you. And in the calm of the evening, there were few others in the courtyard.

You were alone.

"Hi," you said, awkward and unsure.

Something about your posture made him soften his own. Like he was afraid of sending you running.

"Thanks for meeting me," he said. "I... wanted to apologize."

"Oh."

Wait what?

"What, what?"

His head dipped, like he couldn't bear to look you in the eyes. "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Make me uncomfortable?"

"It was unprofessional of me to react like I did. To get affected by you like I did. I don't want things to become awkward between us. I consider you a friend, and the last thing I ever wanted was to distress you, or make you uneasy and uncomfortable around me. But I understand if this is something you can't forgive."

"Wait, Fox —"

"I won't keep you. I just had to see you and apologize before you get overwhelmed by everything. Good night, Doc."

Your jaw was practically scraping the ground. Here you were, thinking you'd been the one to make things awkward. You were the one who needed to apologize! And yet, Fox had retreated this afternoon because he'd been embarrassed and ashamed of his reaction. He thought he'd made you uncomfortable. So he'd asked you to meet him, in a public place, where you wouldn't feel trapped and had every opportunity to run away if you'd wanted, to apologize.

It was entirely unneeded. And entirely considerate.

And entirely endearing.

Warmth rushed through you as your little hindbrain practically basked in the feeling.

"Wait, Fox!"

You hurriedly stood, rushing forward a couple steps to stop him. He did stop, just before he rounded the corner, to look back at you.

He stopped again very suddenly though. And you abashedly realized why. Without the cover of the scented tree, your own scent was now front and center. And your cardigan had fallen open, allowing your glistening skin to show.

You hurriedly pulled it closed again, clasping it at your neck to cover your glands, cheeks heating with guilt.

"You didn't have to apologize, Fox. I'm the one who couldn't control myself earlier. And I'm sorry for that. And for the fact that I made you so uncomfortable that you felt like you had to apologize. It's natural for alphas and omegas to react like this to each other during heats or ruts, but I consider you a friend, too, Fox. I value that so much, and I'm genuinely sorry for this, and for all the stress I've caused you."

You hugged your cardigan as close as possible, shrinking your neck into the fabric, trying to cover as much of your skin as you could.

Fox studied you. "Do you need to go?" You'd never heard his voice so gentle.

You did. You'd been right. Seeing Fox was accelerating your heat. But you couldn't bear the thought of leaving this conversation unfinished. Not without fully resolving things with him.

"Not yet."

Fox took a few tentative steps closer to you, but he was still several feet away. You completely understood.

There's nothing to apologize for, mesh'la," Fox said, his voice still so gentle. You'd been around the GAR long enough to recognize the term, and it made every part of your body tingle.

Fox suddenly stepped closer.

"Thank you," you breathed, feeling like you could relax for the first time since he'd left the break room that afternoon.

As he came closer to you, his scent had gotten stronger. It was still muffled and muted, masked by that heavy armor he wore. It was a good thing, you knew. Had you been able to smell him fully at this point in your pre-heat cycle, it probably would've fully triggered your heat.

But he still smelled so good.

You didn't really understand it. You'd smelled tons of alphas before. Whether as part of your job or just in regular life. You'd also smelled alphas while you were in heat before. And yes, they smelled better while you were running on hormones more than anything else, but never like this. And you'd even smelled alphas in rut before. Again, they smelled good — salivatingly, pussy-clenchingly good.

But every scent in your memory paled in comparison to Fox.

It was all you could do to not either run away right now or jump him in the middle or the courtyard.

You stomped on your little hindbrain. You could control yourself, damn it. You were a responsible, whole-ass grown adult woman with a job and a medical degree and yet here you were, acting like a horny, desperate omega experiencing the first year of heats all over again.

Get a hold of yourself, you mentally slapped your brain.

But your resolve was challenged as Fox slipped his helmet off, cupping it under his arm and studying you with compassionate, gentle, but undeniably dark eyes.

"You don't look too far off," he said. "You sure you don't need to go?" There was no judgment.

"I probably do," you said, forcing a chuckle. "I made an appointment at a clinic earlier."

The low growl that suddenly tore from Fox made you jump, and as soon as he realized what had happened, he froze.

Your wide eyes suddenly saw what you hadn't noticed before.

His posture was very different from usual, changed from the regular, relaxed, but still commanding set of his shoulders and clasp of his arms behind his back. Instead his posture was very still. Watchful. Rigid, wound tight. Like any wrong move was going to send him running or pouncing. His shoulders were stiffer, like he was trying to physically hold himself back from something, but it didn't mask the way his eyes quite literally never left you. Not since he'd caught your scent once more. His hands were clenched into fists, one cradling his bucket and the other staunchly by his side. His neck craned towards you, his eyes dark under the curtain of his curls. His skin glistened just enough in the sunset to give away that he was struggling as bad as you were.

He was going into a rut.

And it was all your fault.

The realization suddenly caused you to stumble back, unbidden tears rising to your eyes. Your fault. It was your fault. You'd sent him into an unscheduled, unexpected rut. One that was likely causing him enormous stress and pain and meant he would either have to work through it or take the next week off, causing him to fall behind on his massive workload, causing him even more stress he didn't need.

You didn't realize you had fallen into a little fit, scraping your hands over your head and muttering, my fault my fault my fault over and over again, followed by repeated apologies and little whimpers. You didn't feel like you came back to yourself, your emotions beaten back into the passenger's seat instead to the driver's seat, until Fox clamped your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him head-on.

"It is not your fault," he said, firmly and with no room for argument. You tried anyway, still feeling the overwhelming rise of emotion and hormones inside you, but Fox cut you off as you opened your mouth. "No. No. It is not your fault. Like you said, it's natural for alphas and omegas to react to each other this way. I wasn't careful enough. I sensed your heat right away but I still walked into the break room. And even beyond that, Carsen told me I was due for a rut soon anyway. It's just a bit earlier than expected."

You trembled in his grasp, not from fear, but rather from the sudden rise and fall of your emotions. It had been a long time since they'd taken over you like that.

But as Fox continued to look into your eyes, steady and reassuring, you slowly but surely calmed down.

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. "Breathe, mesh'la. It's okay."

You breathed. Inhaled. And exhaled. The scent of Fox flooded your system, like a soothing balm over scrapes and raw skin. It calmed you, and snuggled right up to your little hindbrain, making it rumble with pleasure.

Before you realized, your head fell from his to bury your nose in his neck. His gland was still covered by the neck of his undersuit, but you nosed at it anyway.

He didn't push you away, and instead pulled you closer, his hands falling to wrap around your waist, his own head falling to your neck.

"You need to go," he said, through clenched teeth. Like it was physically painful for him to utter the words. "The clinic."

Your next words escaped you before you could think them through properly. "I can cancel my appointment."

Fox growled low in his throat, pressing you painfully hard into his front. You were quite happy there.

"Mesh'la..." It was both a warning and a wanting groan.

It sobered you a little. You forced yourself to back away from his neck. It took a second, but Fox loosened his grip on you, eyes meeting yours again. His expression was guarded.

"You can say no," you whispered, with what remained of your regular sanity and dignity. You tried to make your voice and gaze as gentle as his had been earlier. There was no pressure for him to take you up on your offer. No judgment if he said no. And the promise that if he did, you would never bring it up again.

But as he looked at you, and your assurance that he could walk away if he really wanted to, Fox's expression softened. And he smiled, bringing your foreheads together again.

"No marking?" he asked, quietly.

You instantly agreed. "No marking."

You liked Fox, but you weren't about to go permanently mating yourself to him the first time he fucked you.

"Your implant?" One of his hands ghosted over your hip.

"I'm clean. And on omega-grade birth control."

Birth control developed specifically to work through even the intensity of heats. One of your own hands fell to his hip, where you knew Fox's own alpha-grade implant rested under armor and skin.

Fox felt both relief and disappointment at your confirmation that you both were safe. Relief because children were decidedly not on his agenda right now, or for the foreseeable future. But disappointment because his Alpha-In-Rut hindbrain was displeased and huffy.

It would clear later.

Fox's lips suddenly came dangerously close to yours, and you felt your heartbeat kick up. But he didn't actually kiss you. A good thing. If he did, you'd both be arrested for indecent exposure.

"And knotting?" he breathed, impossibly deep in tone.

You almost whimpered, pathetically.

"Please." You did whimper now. "I need it."

Fox smirked just the slightest bit. But he had one more question for you. "What can I call you?"

You'd never actually been asked this before. When you'd made an account with the clinic, your preferred terms were a part of your initial questionnaire profile. You were allowed to change them at any time, but you never had.

You usually just had them call you something like "gorgeous" or "baby" or even a casual nickname of yours. It was less personal than your name, or "Omega," which to you, were terms you preferred were only used by partners you knew and trusted outside the clinic environment. They were both more intimate than regular endearments. You preferred keeping things more casual over at the clinic, with simple pet names that maybe weren't quite as usual with omegas in heat, but still allowed you to enjoy the rush of being partnered during your cycle.

But with Fox...

You did know and trust him.

The thought of the clinic had you breaking away from Fox to reach down and grab his discarded helmet, dropped from when he'd rushed to comfort you during your emotional outburst.

You offered it to him with a coy smile.

"Whatever you want, Fox."

He followed you as you began to lead the way to your quarters, kamas swaying around his thighs. He didn't replace his bucket to his head, instead tucking it into his side as he walked closer to you than he ever had before, languidly keeping pace with you. You had never come so close to straight up drooling at how attractive someone was before.

He didn't actually respond to you until you were at the door of your quarters. You tapped in the passcode as Fox typed out a message to Carsen, requesting emergency medical leave. Carsen must've been on duty, because he granted it immediately.

And as soon as your pad was discarded, the notification confirming your appointment cancellation flashing, Fox seized you.

"Good Omega."

And as he kissed you, you finally allowed yourself to stop resisting the heat.

You moaned into him, Fox pulling you closer at the sound and coaxing your mouth open. His taste went straight to your core, sublime and musky, with the slightest hints of coffee.

A taste so unique to him alone.

You were wrapped in his arms, keening as he pressed his tongue into yours, drawing your moans from you so easily you should've been embarrassed. But all you could focus on right now was Fox. Fox. Fox.

"Alpha..." you whispered in the breath he let you take. He pressed a shorter, reassuring kiss to your mouth.

"I've got you, Omega. Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna fuck you so good."

The raspiness of Fox's voice rumbled deeper in your ears than ever before, traveling all the way through his chest plate to stroke the mewling center of you. Curling even further into him, not caring even a little about the plastoid keeping his skin from yours, you wrapped yourself around him, diving back into his kiss.

Fox stroked your back, returning your kiss and guiding you into a rhythm. His hot tongue probed into your mouth over and over again, sliding against your own and licking teasingly over your teeth. Little sounds continued to escape you, and his scent flooded your senses.

Soon, your hands started to hook and yank at his armor, desperate to feel him and not the plastoid.

"Bed, Omega," Fox said, disconnecting your lips. His gloved fingers stroked along the length of your neck, pressing lightly into the gland there and inhaling your scent deeply.

You easily obeyed. You hadn't had a chance to properly nest yet, but right now that was the last thing on your mind. That would come a little later, after Fox fucked and came inside you, locking himself and his cum in place with his glorious knot.

The thought had you tingling and nearly gushing with need.

Fox inhaled deeply again, the scent of you and your arousal the most sublime thing. He could practically taste it, nectar on his tongue.

He needed to taste you again.

He shucked his armor in record time and leaned down to where you had curled up on the bed. He kissed you again, harder, swallowing your little whine and letting it go right to his cock.

It had been hard for hours. Since the moment he'd smelled you in the break room. And having you under his lips and hands made him throb, already close to bursting.

He took pleasure in knowing you were just as bad, smelling the wetness of you in the air, and feeling it on the thigh slotted between your own.

He pushed you to lie back fully on the bed, climbing over you. Keeping his thigh tight to your core, he rumbled with amusement as you ground into it slightly.

"Getting yourself ready for me, Omega?" he said. You released the prettiest little mew.

"Been ready, Alpha..."

The words instantly went to his cock, which twitched inside his body glove. You felt it against your stomach, arcing into it.

Doing his best not to snarl, Fox ground you into the mattress, the pressure inside him building painfully. The flush touch of you on his length felt glorious, and he wasn't even inside you yet.

Fox buried his face in your neck, where he nosed until he found your scent gland. Even starting to rut as he was, he remembered the agreement, and his alpha hindbrain honored it. No marking.

But he was damn well going to make sure you smelled like him for weeks.

You craned your neck back, letting Fox scent you, reveling in the thought of smelling like him in the coming days. One of your hands found its way to his hair, carding through his tantalizing curls. The other yanked at the neck of his undersuit, fingers searching and finding his own gland. Pressing to it.

His following rumble was nearly a growl, a sound that practically yanked at your tightening insides and pussy. You rocked yourself harder against his thigh, starting to feel needy for release.

Your slick was already soaking through his leggings.

He smirked lightly at your growing need.

"Want to taste you, Omega..." he rasped into your collar. His hands peeled the cardigan away from you, and your tank quickly followed. Your cheeks grew hot as his eyes darkened at the revealing of your skin.

And the revelation that you weren't wearing a breast band.

He nosed down your chest, inhaling deeply with each pass. His tongue darted out briefly to lick across your nipple, making you cry out.

But Fox didn't stay. He had a different goal in mind. There was somewhere else he wanted to taste first.

But he'd play with your gorgeous tits later. And that was a promise he rumbled into the skin of your navel.

You were flushing and tingling with anticipation as Fox continued past your chest, down your abdomen, and began to stroke the skin of your legs. You whined at bit at the loss of his thigh to your core. He shushed you firmly, but reassuringly.

"Got you, Omega. Gotta taste you."

He yanked your pants down with the first true sign of impatience you'd seen from him, his eyes nearly black with his own lust. He could barely contain himself at the sight of your naked, soaking pussy, a pleased growl ripping out of him.

"Good Omega, sweet Omega, mesh'la, my Omega..."

He dove in.

Your taste was indescribable. Flooding and musky and sweet and lingering. Fox would be hard-pressed to tear himself from your pussy, knowing nothing else would ever satisfy him like this.

Nothing would ever be like this.

He'd wanted to start gentle, work you into it, guide you off the cliff rather than throw you off it. But the first touch of your juice to his tongue made him feel drunk, everything else becoming a haze around him as his mind began to chant omega, omega, omega. The taste of an omega. His omega.

At the first touch of his tongue to your pussy, you threw a hand over your mouth to muffle the scream that wanted to tear from you. Rough enough to give you the friction you wanted, but soft and wet and warm enough to send what little remained of your rational mind packing.

Fox didn't even open his eyes or move his head from where it was buried in your core, but his hand suddenly gripped yours and moved it away from your mouth.

He didn't let go, instead twining his fingers in yours and curling your hands to rest on your stomach.

He squeezed your hand once. You squeezed back.

He instantly picked up the pace, and you dissolved into a horny, drippy mess.

Even more than you had been before.

His tongue laved at you fully, licking broad strokes across the length of your pussy and core, leaving no fold or lip untouched. His tongue dipped down to below your pussy, catching the slick that dripped out of you before it could soak into the sheets. Growling at the taste and instantly unhappy at the diminishing of it, he lapped back up to your pussy, the source of the sweetness consuming him, greedily claiming your nectar and practically sucking it out of you. Your pussy swelled under his thorough and insatiable tongue, and your little clit began to engorge itself, throbbing and desperate for his attention.

He couldn't stand to leave any part of you wanting. So, angling his face just right, Fox pressed his nose to your clit and moaned at how your juice soaked his skin.

Your legs and core began to tighten at his ministrations, your hand squeezing his tight. Your body climbed higher and higher, wound tight and ready to spring at the sensations of his mouth on you.

"Oh, Alpha... Alpha!"

The squeal left you as his mouth closed on your clit, tongue flicking over it so fast it was practically vibrating.

Fox squeezed your hand as your thighs began to shake. You managed to squeeze back as he sucked your clit into his mouth and tweaked it constantly with his tongue.

And with the barest scrape of his teeth, you came.

Crying out, your toes curled and your back arched as your orgasm crashed over you. You whined with both bliss and the tiny, petulantly pouty awareness of how empty you felt with your pussy clenching around nothing.

Your high was relieving, in the way all orgasms were, but as you came down, relaxing into the bed, languishing in the attention of your alpha, your head clouded still with lust and neediness.

You knew you would not be satisfied until you had his seed coating your walls and his knot swelling inside you.

As if sensing your need before you could voice it, Fox leaned over you. He claimed your lips demandingly, his tongue twining with yours and leaving your taste in your own mouth. You moaned at it, and at the way he slipped two fingers into your pussy.

"Such a tight pussy, Omega." He scissored his fingers gently. "Gonna feel so good around my knot. You're gonna take it for me, right?"

You gasped desperately at his words, and the way he worked you open steadily. In no rush. Wanting you to enjoy this just as much as you would enjoy the main event.

Yes, yes, yes.

"Need it, Alpha," you breathed, begged. Your hands clutched at the black material of his body glove, frustrated at how it kept you from the warmth of his skin. From the full scent of him. From the barrier it created between you. "Need you!"

He rumbled, nosing at your neck once more. Kissing it.

"Give me one more, Omega. One more. Then I'll give you what you need. Good girl, Omega..."

You had never fallen into a second orgasm so quickly before, not even during previous heats. Something about the tones of Fox's voice, the feeling of his fingers in your greedy pussy, the kisses he placed on your neck, the steady, passionate temperament of him, even in the thick of a rut, where other alphas would be domineering and desperate for their own release, the blanketing feeling of trust and safety and security you felt with Fox, more than any alpha you'd met before...

It all threw you over the edge a second time. A smaller orgasm, it still nevertheless made more juice gush from your pussy, slipping past Fox's fingers to spill onto the sheets. Your body didn't clench up so fiercely this time, your orgasm instead wafting through you more gently, allowing your mind to bask in Fox's presence as well as your bliss.

And all the while, Fox kissed you. A kiss to your cheek. To your jaw. To the shell of your ear. To your gland. To your lips. And all the while, his fingers stroked your slick, fluttering walls.

"Such a good omega," he praised, somewhere between a pleased rumble and an praising whisper. "Gonna make you feel so good, mesh'la."

You hummed out an excited note, lower half wiggling lightly with anticipation. His eyes crinkled with amusement, dropping a little kiss to your mouth. You exhaled a little giggle, eyes bright and blown wide.

"Want you, Alpha." you said. "Need you."

"I know, Omega. Stay still, mesh'la."

Fox leaned back just enough to shuck his body suit — top first, then his leggings. His cock was proud and swollen, the flushed tip glistening with pre-cum. You salivated at the sight of it: long enough to where you knew you'd be feeling it in your throat, and thick enough that it would be a stretch even without his knot.

You couldn't wait to take it.

Fox crawled back over you as soon as his clothes were off, his chest hovering over your own. He braced himself on one forearm, the other grasping his cock and holding it to your entrance.

You were practically vibrating with need.

"Ready, Omega?" he asked, murmuring it against your neck.

It touched something inside you. Awakened a part of you that wasn't desperately horny. You'd been ready since this afternoon, truly. But that he was still checking in with you, even as his rut clouded his own mind with need and lust...

Your fingers tangled gently in his curls, the other stroking the skin of his shoulders.

You kissed him, full appreciation and adoration.

"I'm ready, Fox."

His eyes snapped to you, the exhale of his name causing something inside him to snap. And as he slammed his lips to yours, he snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself inside you.

The stretch of him was incredible, and you were just edging the line of pleasure and pain as Fox entered you. He kissed you more gently, coaxing you to relax. But you whined quietly against him, clenching your pussy even tighter around him. You'd been waiting for this all night. You weren't going to let him be tender with you now.

He could do that later if he really wanted. Right now, you needed him.

Fox grunted as you clamped down around him. You'd been so tight he'd worried he'd cum the second he thrust into you. But as you squirmed and whined into him, Fox rumbled with pride. Good little omega. Needing a good hard fuck. Needy omega. So desperate for his knot.

And he did not like the idea of leaving you wanting for anything.

So Fox retreated, until the very tip of his cock was just barely inside you, and then snapped his hips forward.

You practically choked at the steady, but rough fucking Fox began to give you. Pounding your pussy so hard you saw stars, but slowly enough to ensure you felt every ridge, every dip, every curve, every vein, every pulse of him inside you. He pressed his forehead to yours, lips curled up into a lustful snarl at every cry you released, each one stroking his little alpha ego and not-so-little alpha cock. The sounds you made were divine, from your little gasps and whimpers to the squelching of your pussy sucking him in, clamping as if to keep him there forever.

And you were just so tight!

He couldn't wait to feel you stretch around his knot. You were made to take his knot.

"Good omega," he grunted roughly, his cock punching into you, his pace never changing. "Taking me so well, Omega. Can feel you squeezing me, Omega. Gonna knot you so good, Omega."

You couldn't contain the noises his words and cock forced out of you even if you tried. His rough and steady pace was coaxing you closer and closer to the edge for a third time. Tears of bliss and desperation pricked at your eyes.

"Alpha — I... I —!"

"It's okay, Omega," Fox cooed. "It's okay." His pumping grew faster. "Let go, Omega. Let me take care of you, Omega."

You gasped and hiccoughed as his cock brushed a spot in you. Fox noticed, and his next thrust hit the spot dead on. Your vision went white.

"Ahh! Ahh! Alphaaaa!"

Fox could feel your high approaching. He could feel his own. Baring his teeth in an effort to hold out a little bit longer, he reached down and rubbed your clit. You squealed, hips thrusting back into his.

He rubbed faster and harder, and pressed his thumb into the engorged bud.

You came hard, pussy squeezing around him and slick flooding his cock. The feeling of it and the warmth was nearly it for Fox, and he felt his knot begin to swell.

Then he heard you. Your screams of ecstasy as you rode out your climax.

"Fox! Fox!"

Hearing his name on your lips was his end.

He crashed his lips to yours and came.

The sudden rush of heat inside you sent you spiraling once more, before you'd even properly come down from your third climax. And you keened against his bruising, demanding kiss as you felt your pussy begin to stretch and swell around Fox's knot, locking you to him and keeping his hot seed in place.

It took several minutes for the both of you to come down, to regain a bit of clarity outside the hazes of your cycles. But you were practically purring into Fox's neck, content and pleased at the feeling of his knot inside you. You clenched around it experimentally, and Fox answered with a little rumble in his chest.

With some careful maneuvering, Fox rolled over and placed you on top of him, mindful not to jostle you too bad and tug at the knot, still engorged and hot.

It would be a while before it would soften enough to slip out of you.

He was more than fine with that.

You settled happily into his chest, and he knew you were more than fine with that, too.

A few moments passed in quiet contentment.

Fox murmured your name, your real name, making you look up from where you were nuzzling his chest.

He tipped your chin up with his finger, bringing your lips to his.

You sighed happily into him.

He laced his fingers with yours and squeezed once.

You squeezed back.

The coming week was going to be amazing.

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hello hello :) Welcome to my Kinktober Masterlist! As much as I would love to do a full fic for every single day of the month, it just isn't in the cards for me.

here you'll find everything I currently have planned for kinktober <;3 Key word being planned... i reserve the right to adjust this haha I also decided to do it by week so I can have some flexibility about when I'm posting these one-shots/drabbles!

I got my prompts from the amazing kinktober list by @flightlessangelwings <3

just a reminder: my blog is 18+! All my writing is 18+ minors and blank/ageless blogs DNI

Please make sure to read the warnings on each individual post. your media consumption is your responsibility.

lets get into it 🌙

my masterlist | @lunarbucklibrary

──── Week One ────

Love Bites

Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

Thigh Riding

Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

Table Sex/Threesome/Sensory Deprivation

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Phone Sex

Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

──── Week Two ────

Double Penetration

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Formal Wear

Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

Being Recorded

Steve Kemp x f!reader (any race)

Free Use

Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race) & Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

──── Week Three ────

Dacryphilia

Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

Piercings

Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

Begging/CNC

Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)

Lingerie

Loki Laufeyson x f!reader (any race)

──── Week Four ────

Face Sitting/Deep Throating

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Cock Rings

Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

Fingering/Cream Pie

Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)

Costumes

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

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By ☁︎☽ Cocoa ☁︎☽ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon

𖥔 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟕 | god of spring!timothee chalamet

Part seven of the crown him series

✶ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 | the beast

Imagine a twisted beauty and the beast. Reverse kidnapping: I’m in your house and I’m not leaving

𖥔 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 | bard!timothee chalamet

An unlikely trio on an impossible quest pick up a stray along the way

𖥔 ✶ 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐓 | soft!dark!king hal

Hal could sympathize with Hades, for after seeing the light of life, how could he not pin it close to his darkness

𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 | king hal

Hal finds that sitting for his portrait isn’t bad at all

𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 | prince hal

Disowned or not, the son of the king needed to be protected

By ★ Jen ★ @jen-with-a-pen

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | art student!frat brother!steve rogers

Steve can’t remember what happened last night, but his body sure does. Regret is the worst hangover of all - even more so when you can’t remember what you regret

✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 | bucky barnes

Being held captive and experimented on definitely wasn’t in your job description. After what seems like months in HYDRA captivity, rescue finally arrives - but what is rescue if not relief from suffering.

By 𖠰 Nat 𖠰 @the-iceni-bitch

𖥔 ✶ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐌 | kinktober masterlist

Prepare yourselves for a month filled with wicked and scandalous delights, with vicious and freakish lovers for whatever type of monster you may fancy

By ❈ Beanie ❈ @shadeysprings

𖥔 ✶ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓 | kinktober masterlist

Four stories with captivatingly dark themes

𖥔 ✶ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 | dark!pete brenner

You work hard to entice the biggest possible client for your company, but he has his own ideas for you to make you say yes

𖥔 ✶ 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐒 | dark!ransom drysdale

Ransom makes it known why breaking up with him is wrong.

𖥔 ✶ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 | priest!lee boedecker

The new priest of your church asks you to sing for him.

𖥔 ✶ 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐓 | serial killer!lee boedecker

With the serial killer targeting boys, you thought you were safe. Until you weren’t.

By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | thirteen nights of halloween masterlist

13 Nights of Halloween and each night is going to be a different (what I'm calling) "campfire stories". Each story is going to be told by a different character ranging from Chris Evans characters to Sebastian Stan characters to Marvel Characters. Make sure to take a look at the Intro to meet the various characters! So, gather around the fire and try not to get too scared.

By ⚔︎ Suz ⚔︎ @targaryenvampireslayer

𖥔 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 | ghost!bucky barnes

Bucky was taken from you by HYDRA a year ago. You mourn him and miss him, until you start dreaming of him… until he starts coming back to you

By ✵ Selene ✵ @fluffyprettykitty

𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐊 | sugar daddy!sam wilson

Quick and dirty sugar daddy Sam Drabble.

By 𖤛 Roo 𖤛 @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

✶ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐉𝐀𝐇 | yelena belova

You find a stranger at your door, a visitor you can’t make leave

✶ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 | kraven the hunter

You catch the eye of a mysterious man who shares an unexpected secret with you

By ☆ Stella ☆ @a-lumos-in-the-nox

✶ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃

A group of friends decide to explore the haunted house on the shortcut back to campus. Ignoring the 'No Trespassing' signs. They ease drop in on a meeting between beings, mortals have never lived to tell tales about. And find out the consequences of ease dropping on the annual Hallows Eve meeting.

𖥔 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 | druig and makkari and female!oc

The kink alphabet for the threesome

𖥔 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖 | druig and female!oc

Reader is horny but won’t do anything about it because she is busy doing other things. But her husband who can read minds can hear her inner struggle and does something about it.

𖥔 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | druig and makkari and female!oc

Makkari has a surprise field trip for Juni and Druig. They don’t know where they are going. It is her turn to pick where they meet up this time.

By ☄︎ Ellie ☄︎ @mrsmischief209

𖥔 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 |

Introduction to Kinktober

𖥔 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 | billy russo

Inspired by the song ‘Slow Hand’ by the Pointer Sisters

✶𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 | softdark!frank castle

Inspired by the song ‘Breath’ by Breaking Benjamin

By ☪︎ Gina ☪︎ @slvttyfied

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | chef!ari levinson

Cause baby I can build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

By ✯ Vic ✯ @sunflowersteves

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 - 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐉 | carmen berzatto

Carmen knew you were a bit inexperienced, so what better way than to show you how?

By ⚘ Akane ⚘ @haravath0t

𖥔 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 | college au!alhaitham

College AU headcanon

By ⎈ Navy ⎈ @navybrat817

𖥔 ✶𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 | various SS and CE characters

One shots and ficlets for the month of October

𖥔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 | bucky barnes

You want Bucky in your mouth. Simple as that.

By ✍︎ Em ✍︎ @writing-for-marvel

𖥔 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 | mob!bucky barnes

Newlyweds Mob!Bucky and wife!reader explore Europe and each other during their honeymoon.

By ❀ Ali ❀ @flordeamatista

𖥔 ✶ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | various SS and CE characters

Kinktober inspired by tarot cards and their auras

𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 | lee boedecker

A tale of your wicked deeds.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐒𝐄𝐓

By 𐀔 Alex 𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

𖥔 𝐁𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | masterlist

Spooky season stories heavily inspired by Hozier’s album, ‘Eat Your Young’

𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | rockstar!sam/steve/bucky

When your friends invite you to a rock show and the drummer invites you back to his hotel room, you might get more than you bargained for yet…

By ✬ Astro ✬ @astrorogers

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑 | wanda maximoff

The Scarlet Witch has arrived which means her familiar must finally reunite with her.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 | wanda maxinoff

Wanda teaches kitten about Halloween

𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐊 | mistress!wanda maximoff

Mistress!Wanda x sub!kitten reader smut

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sageispunk · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023

inspired from @flightlessangelwings promptlist <333

banner by @the-purity-pen !!!

this is my first kinktober so i hope it goes as planned, each fic will have it's own individual warnings so be sure to read through those (and my blog guidelines) before proceeding!! if you enjoy any of these, please like and reblog!!! my masterlist is here :3 (**- missed but will come back to)

DAY 1: love bites + overstim + impact play

DAY 2: bath/shower

DAY 3: exhibitionism (joel miller x reader)

DAY 4: sex pollen + thigh riding + forced orgasm (max phillips x reader)

DAY 5: table sex + sensory deprivation + threesome (steve rodgers/bucky barnes x reader)

DAY 6: sexting/phone sex (matt murdock x reader)

DAY 7: slow and soft + spanking (javier peña x reader) **

DAY 8: temp play (joel miller x reader)

DAY 9: pegging (frankie morales x reader)

DAY 10: stripping + anal + double penetration (frankie morales/santi garcia x reader) **

DAY 11: seduction + blindfold (tommy miller x reader) **

DAY 12: gun play (joel miller x reader)

DAY 13: body worship + being recorded (frank castle x reader) **

DAY 14: tit/nipple play (benny miller x reader)

Week Two -- updated the list (10/14) to make it a lil easier for me

DAY 15: against wall + size kink + free use (richie j x reader)

DAY 17: praise kink + rimming (dieter bravo x reader)

DAY 18: masturbation + squirting (joel miller x reader)

DAY 19: voyeurism + handjob + somno (santiago garcia x reader)

DAY 21: hate sex + piercings (bucky barnes x reader)

Week Three

DAY 23: dirty talk + begging (javi pena x reader)

DAY 24: lingerie + edging (dieter bravo x reader)

DAY 25: mirror sex + breeding (sam wilson x reader)

DAY 26: face sitting + deepthroating + choking (richie j x reader)

DAY 28: intercrural sex + blowjobs (tommy miller x reader)

Week Four

DAY 29: fingering + gagging + creampie (frank castle x reader)

DAY 30: cunnilingus + breathplay (santiago garcia x reader)

DAY 31: FREE SPACE (will be updated hehe 😉)

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022, Day 14: Non-Con

Use My Body

Summary: Jax was tired of waiting on you

Pairings: Jax Teller X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, drugging, smut, PIV sex, non-con, unprotected sex, dirty talk, retraints, mentions of a secret society, mentions of a free use relationship, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5K

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

*divider created by @firefly-graphics

You give you give Jax a look from across the bar. Looking at him over your open glass, and he barely looked your way. He had been coming here for quite some time, but you couldn’t get him to pay enough attention. “He’s looking this way again,” one of the girls informs you, but you didn’t miss it.

You never miss anything Jax did. Always watching the man who wanted to be shy, but it was only with you. You wanted him to make his move in any way possible. You did not care, you wanted all of Jackson Teller.

He nods over to one of his buddies, before fiddling around with his pocket. Those long legs carrying him over to you. Sitting beside you with a smile, but he hesitates to speak. Pretending to drop something, you lean over on the floor, not missing how he leans in, too. Opening up a little baggy to sprinkle in your drink, while Sam turns a blind eye. Glancing around the bar to see if anyone noticed him, but no one ever notices their group. They were part of an elite group that could damn near get away with murder. They had chosen their members wisely.

You grab up your pen, giving Jax a quick smile, and take a sip from your drink. “Fancy you being here, Teller.”

“I feel like we’ve got either the best timing or the worst. I’m not always here. It just seems that way because I’m here when you are.”

“Maybe that’s not an accident,” you note raising up your eyebrow to take another drink. “I’ve been waiting on you to actually say anything.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I know,” he bites at his lip. It was impossible for you to know. No one knew, it was rumors. “I’m ready for you Jackson,” you close your eyes slowly, opening them to see things in a bit of a fog, and you giggle. “Ready for you and your…your friends.”

You gulp as you feel yourself start to sway. “Jax?”

“I’m not good at talking, Puppy,” there was always nicknames. Was he giving you one? Was this it? The beginning of your new life?

Tilting off your chair, Jax catches your body. “There, there. You wanna go back to my place?”

“Place? Meeting?”

“Oh, you’ve been following us, huh? Who are you?”

“Clark? Daily?”

“Another fucking reporter. I hit the jackpot,” he gives you a low chuckle as he catches your body in his own. “Thanks Sammy. Looks like she’s going back to headquarters.”

“Easy on her,” Sam nods at him.

“Says the man with a pain and blood kink.”

“At least I can talk to a girl without drugging her,” Jax gives a shrug. His lips kissing up your neck, while you’re just limp in his arms. His low voice shushing you as he carries your body out. Letting anyone that was asking know you had too much to drink.

“I’ve got a place nice and warm for you, Puppy. We’ll take such good care of you.”

“We?”

“Oh, you just thought you knew,” Jax says on your shoulder, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. You were in for a ride. “Looks like I captured you though.”

“M-m-myth.”

Jax responds by laughing, shoving your body into a car. His hands pet over your face, before he closes your eyes. He did not want you to know where you were going. And you couldn’t fight the sleep that was overtaking you. Leaving you completely vulnerable to Jax.

Jax clears his throat, and you open your eyes quickly. Blinking the rapidly to try and make sense of your surrounding to find Jax at the foot of your bed. He takes off his cut slowly. Gently laying it dow, before he starts removing his own clothes. You look down at yourself, and much to your dismay, you’re completely nude. “Jax…Jax please don’t.”

“You sought me out though,” his voice having an edge of annoyance, and much more authority than the night before. “You wanted in,” he holds his hand wide, and looks around the room. “You’re in, Puppy.”

“No. No, I didn’t. It was research. Clark left….”

“We’ll deal with Clark. If he wasn’t a legacy,” he grits his teeth, much more annoyed than before. “He had his wife gifted to him. In modern times. She and Clark were made for each other. Bred just for him. But the rest of us…Do you realize how hard it is to capture an Omega?”

“Fiction.”

“No, darling Puppy, you are a submissive. Trying to offer yourself up to me on a fucking platter. Your dresses got tighter, shorter, and lower cut. You wanted my attention, you got it. Now here you are, in the belly of this machine, surrounded by Alpha males. You’ll have a good life. Have everything you could ever want, after the initiation.”

“Jax, please, let me go.”

“In time, you’ll be begging me to stay with you,” he walks closer to the bed, letting his pants drop to the floor. His hungry eyes looking over your body, and you pull the blanket up your body. “Nu-uh. Show me. Show me just how fucking wet you are. You got enough information from Clark’s files, what did it say about me?”

“You’re shy,” he nods at you, slowly pulling the sheets down your body, and off the bed.

“What else?”

“You need…Jax don’t.”

“I have to get the girl out of the bar somehow. It’s okay. I slip you a little something in your drink. And out of all the fucking people you could go after, you chose me. I was just there. Fell for your womanly wiles. And now, I’m going to give you what you most desire. Spread your legs, and show me how wet you are, or you can endure the punishment.”

“No. Jax, please don’t.”

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you? Spread those pretty little legs,” having nowhere else to hide, you spread your legs, and you’re ashamed to say you are in fact drenched. Jax moans at the sight, pulling off his boxers, and he fists his length before crawling over his body.

“No, Jax. I’ll do anything.”

“And I want you. You wanted me. Now, you’re my Puppy. He looks over in the corner with a smirk, “Smile for the camera sweet Puppy. They’re always watching.”

You look over to the corner to see a flashing red light, and start sobbing as Jax lines himself up. Smacking at your blotchy face when you try and close your legs, “If you didn’t want it, why so wet?” His voice dark and imposing when he pushes through, and bottoms out in one solid thrust.

You yelp, grabbing at his back, and giving him a little scratch. Jax hisses through his teeth, thrusting back into you. “Jax!”

“It feels nice, huh?” This wasn’t an introduction. It wasn’t passionate love making, Jax was showing you that he owned you. A nickname as Puppy because he was going to treat you like his sweet girl in front of people, but dominate you completely in the bedroom.

Hard and deep rocks into your warmth as your head knocking on the bed frame, and you give him a satisfied whimper. His eyes steadily and intensely on you, and you start to see stars. “Oh, you’re a new one. You’ll get used to it. You better. Initiation will be rough on you. You won’t be the first one to pass out.”

It scared you. Exhilarated you, and you found yourself enjoying his motions. It was wrong, and so sinful, but there was this underlying kindness to him.

He wasn’t wrong, you sought him out, knowing his schtick. You weren’t his first victim, but there was this jealous part of you that wanted to be the last.

“My god, you’re so tight. I bet men before you were minute men. So vanilla,” his hands move to grip the bed frame as he stabs into your body. Holding on tight, you just enjoy the ride.

“It’ll eventually become easier to take me, you’ll see. They’ll all see,” he leans over ghosting his lips on your quickly heating up skin. He was a god. Fucking into you so good, your orgasm comes on fast. Your whole body succumbing to Jax’s incessant need to claim you.

Gripping on tight and clenching your teeth, while Jax just chuckles above you. “Thatta girl. Try to deny I don’t own this pussy,” another hard and deep push into you, his tip tickling at your cervix, and you yell out his name. His seed spurting deep into your womb, and you were a goner. “Who owns this pussy, and this Puppy.”

“You do,” Jax gives you a quick smile, with deep staggered breaths. “Took you long enough, you asshole.”

“What?”

“Fuck, that was amazing. Did you touch me while I was passed out?” Jax shakes his head confused. “What? I always thought that your women were basically used as the members personal fleshlights. So is that a myth? Jax, I want you to use me.”

“You…you knew?” You give him a head nod, “You read to much, you little freak.”

“Am I still your Puppy?” You pout up at him.

“Yes. I doubt any other woman can handle me.”

“Good. Now, I want you to randomly drug me again. And I want to feel that you’ve used my body. Make me so sore, and me wonder what exactly you did to me. That’s what I want. Free use, Jax. I am your good little whore Puppy.”

Masterlist

Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @infatuatedjanes @pono-pura-vida @sstan-hoe @peaches1958 @whimsyplaty92 @rebekahdawkins @johndeaconshands @thedarkplume @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @sgtjaamesbaarnes @missusbarnes-rogers @km-ffluv @mickeyhenrys @awkwardgiraffe726 @seitmai

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller x fem!reader #jax teller x y/n #jax teller x you #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller fic #jax teller smut #charlie hunnman

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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FlightlessAngelWings Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main masterlist

Here is my masterlist for kinktober for this year! And I’m keeping my theme of sexy food for my header banner here lol! As always, my blog and all fics are 18+ so please do not read, follow or interact if you are a minor.

Prompt list is from @the-purity-pen and can be found here! All fics will be labeled with what type of reader used as well as any additional warnings.

Follow my update blog and turn on post notification to stay up to date on when I post! @flightlessangelwings-updates

This year, I’m going to be a little more secretive and not reveal who I wrote the prompt for until it’s posted 😈 Some will be typical of me and some will be more surprising! Enjoy!

Also on ao3!

Header made by me, divider by @firefly-graphics

❤️ = personal favorite

Dirty Talk- Marc Spector ❤️

Floor Sex- Benny Miller

Glove Kink- Boba Fett

Breath Play- Bishop Losa

Leather- Thirteenth Doctor

Morning Sex- Joel Miller

Sex Toys- Valkyrie

Voice Kink- Marcus Moreno

Double Penetration- Frankie Morales/Benny Miller ❤️

Drunk Sex- Clint Barton

Erotic Photos- Javi Gutiérrez

Exhibitionism- Javier Peña

Face Sitting- Poe Dameron

Love Bites- Angel Reyes

Overstimulation- Frankie Morales

Shower Sex- Cassian Andor

Pegging- Din Djarin

Bondage- Fennec Shand

Masturbation- Dream ❤️

Mirror Sex- Comandante Veracruz

Nipple Play- Matt Murdock

Phone Sex- Sam Wilson

Orgasm Denial- Santiago Garcia ❤️

Outdoor Sex- Ezra (Prospect)

Sex Pollen- Tasm!Peter Parker ❤️

Wax Play- Pero Tovar

Sensory Deprivation- Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Formal Wear- Steven Grant

Body Worship- Marcus Pike

Temperature Play- Loki

FREE CHOICE- CNC- Bucky Barnes ❤️

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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d i s t r a c t i o n s | supernatural ; s.winchester

|| taglist,babes + req rules + send ?s + masterlist + kinktober masterlist ||

** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The list of prompts provided so generously by @the-purity-pen -huge thanks, y'all please go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 ; 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐

Summary ;

--- Sam's been a little busy lately so you decide to get what you want... one way or another.

Pairing ;

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, pinv - unprotected + hinted at, face fucking, dry humping, body fluids, dom!Sam, dirty talk, hair pulling. AU where the world is normal and Sam went to law school is working at a firm post college..

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my supernatural taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@icequeen1371

@krys-orion

@m-rae23

You roll over in bed to find Sam’s side empty. This has you sitting up and reaching for the brown shirt you’d taken off earlier before getting into bed. You pull it down over your head and you grumble to yourself as you make your way down the hallway of the apartment and into the living room.

The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminates strong features and you stand there, staring. Dazed. Preoccupied with the fact that no thanks to this stupid fucking trial he’s helping out with, you haven’t had sex in almost a week and you’re starting to get a little stir crazy.

The thought prompts you to walk over and stand in front of him. “Baby?”

Sam barely looks up from his screen. “I’m almost done with this deposition.”

“Baby.” you say it a little poutier. A little whinier. “It’s almost 2 am.”

“And I need to get this emailed in to Walt.”

You’re clearly going to have to take matters into your own hands here. In a fit of desperation, you reach down and move the laptop off of his lap. You’re straddling his thigh and you grab his jaw, pulling his mouth against yours. He starts off resistant, grumbling about work and how he needed to get done with it, but you’re determined to get your way. Sam hasn’t had to deal with your brattier side in months. Maybe tonights a good night to make him deal with it. Something has to give, after all… you’re tired of going without sex or the way it feels when he’s asleep with you in bed, his entire body engulfing yours as he spoons you from behind. The way his lips feel on your neck when he can’t fall asleep so he kisses you all over to distract himself from that.

You just miss him.

The second he feels your bare cunt press against his thigh through the thin gym shorts he’s wearing, he clenches his hand, fingers digging at the cushion a little as his head falls back. You start to rock yourself back and forth over his thigh and he can feel you getting a little wetter each time your cunt drags over his thigh. His hand settles on your hip and he clears his throat.

“Want somethin’, baby girl?”

“Sam..” you whimper out his name, fingers curling in the front of his white tank top as you lean into him and crash your mouth against his to mumble in a daze, “Yeah. Your cock. To actually fall asleep with my fiance.”

He swears under his breath. Brown eyes fix on you, the pupil nearly blotting out the color of his eyes as he starts to get the idea of where this is heading. Your little pout has him chuckling. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “So you thought you’d come down here and…” he’s teasing, of course.

“Take what I want.” you whine out as you settle on his lap completely, bare cunt pressed right against the way he’s strained against the thin and baggy gym shorts he’s wearing. His arms settle around your waist and he pretends to think it over. “Take what you want, hm?” he questions, leaning into you, his nose brushing your hair back away from your neck as he adds in a quieter tone, “Kind of rude, don’t you think? I mean, you didn’t even say please before you started humping my thigh, babe.” he chuckles when he feels your pussy throb and hears you gasp and whine, your nails sinking into the part of his shoulder exposed.

He sucks in a sharp breath when you press yourself down against his bulge all over again, your hips rolling back and forth in a steady pace as you try to keep any kind of friction you can going. “And I think you forgot whose in charge here, baby girl.” he’s playfully scolding you but it doesn’t matter because you’re pouting and grumbling about this not being your fault, how could you possibly be expected to live with a man who is a breathing work of art without wanting him every waking moment.

And it’s so sweet that he smiles to himself and he melts into you, his lips latching against your neck to leave a mark against your throat. His hand slips between your body and beneath the hem of a shirt you stole from him and wear all the time and his hand squeezes your cunt, rubbing down on it as his fingers start to trail lazy circles over your clit. This only makes your needy whimpers and whines louder.

“I think I need t’ remind you who is in charge here.” he mumbles thoughtfully. He happens to see you staring down at the way his cock is pushing against the front of the shorts he’s wearing and the idea hits him. You frown when he slips out from beneath you and stands in front of you. Your hand catches in the elastic waistband of the shorts and you start to tug them downward. Sam growls quietly as his cock is freed from the confines of fabric and springs free, nuzzling against the corner of your mouth.

He chuckles, it’s dark and it’s low.

“You did say you wanted my cock, baby girl.” he points out in a mild and teasing tone as you look up at him and swallow hard. He nods to his thick member, licking his lips. “Open your mouth.”

You open your mouth obediently. Sam’s hands catch in your hair and he tugs at it, pushing your mouth down onto his cock until your nose is pushed right against sparse dark hairs and you’re breathing in the scent of him. He starts to thrust his hips and you nearly gag on his cock, struggling to take all of him as deep in your throat as you can. You pull up slightly, whimpering and rocking yourself against the cushion of the couch you’re sitting on as the ache in your cunt really begins to throb and you’re desperate for something… Anything, any kind of friction he’ll allow.

His hand fists at your hair as your lips latch onto his cock even more and you’re bobbing your head up and down, matching his thrusts in near perfect tandem. “Fuck. Oh shit.” he groans out, “Shit, princess, you’re so…” he tugs your hair harder, pushing himself into your throat deeper til you feel like he might actually bruise it this time, “fucking good at this, good girl.”

You can feel him twitch, the vein that runs the length of his member begins to pulse as he continues to fuck your throat. You clench your thighs tight because the way it feels when you clench them feels better than nothing at all. “Gonna, ah, oh fuck, I’m cumming, babe.” he groans out as his seed slides back down your throat and he pulls his cock out of your mouth. “Swallow, princess. C’mon. Look at me and swallow.” he demands, a soft but firm tone as he grasps your jaw and makes you look up at him so he can watch you swallow every last drop. One of his hands settles between your thighs, you’re rocking yourself against his hand helplessly, chasing the orgasm beginning to build within you.

The sight of you looking up at him with that fucked out daze in your eyes, the way you’re squirming desperately against the cushion and his juices and saliva drizzle from the corner of your lips as you whine in need has him getting hard almost instantly and he shoves you back against the sofa, settling his full weight down into you, his body engulfing yours as he buries his cock as deep inside you as he can get it….

#sam winchester #sam winchester smut #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x fem!reader #<- minors i thinketh the entire fuck not. general warning for all my adult content.#-> please read all warnings before reading further.#<- female reader ; vague description (female parts)#tppkinktober2022 #kinktober22 #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022 #tppkinktober

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alicetallulaafterdark · 4 years

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Kinktober 2020 - October 2020 - Day 7 : Blowjob - 07.10.2020

My contribution to the Kinktober 2020 prompts list by jbbuckybarnes

Day 1 : Handjob / Day 2 : Eating Out / Day 3 : Thigh Riding / Day 4 : Choking/Spanking / Day 5 : Daddy Kink / Day 6 : Blindfolded / Day 8 : Voyeurism / Day 9 : Accidental Stimulation / Day 10 : Knife Kink / Day 11 : Restraints / Day 12 : Fingering / Day 13 : In Public / Day 14 : Sixty-nine / Day 15 : Size Difference / Day 16 : Toys / Day 17 : Begging / Day 18 : In the kitchen / Day 19 : Threesome / Day 20 : Edging / Day 21 : Phone Sex / Day 22 : In the Shower/Tub / Day 23 : First Time / Day 24 : BDSM/Rough Sex / Day 25 : Caught masturbating / Day 26 : Orgy / Day 27 : Praises Kink / Day 29 : Dirty Talk / Day 30 : Mutual Masturbation / Day 31 : Dressed-Up

Day 7 : Blowjob - Sabriel I - 07.10.2020

I decided to go with some Sabriel! (Sam Winchester and Gabriel from Supernatural)

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and an acrylic paint pen

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Twitter nsfw post

Day 7 : Blowjob - Sabriel II - 07.10.2020

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and an acrylic paint pen

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Twitter sfw post / Twitter nsfw post

#kinktober 2020 #jbbuckybarnes's kinktober 2020 #supernatural #sabriel #sam winchester #gabriel supernatural #nsft #nsft art #fanart #tallula03's art

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 years

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The Sequel

Summary: Marcus takes you out for your first date. And second date. And for your third date Marcus invited you to attend the book fair with him in New York City. You decide this is the perfect time to finally have sex with him.

Pairing: Author!Marcus Pike x f!Reader (plus size-ish)

Wordcount: 4.3k

Rating: E

Warnings: fluff, kissing, making out, smut (protected sex, oral sex f+m receiving) swallowing, praise kink, mirror sex, talk about body issues

A/N: This weeks kinktober fic, prompts Seduction || Lingerie || Praise kink || Mirror sex || Body Worship || Licking || Swallowing from @the-purity-pen's prompt list 😌

Read the first part here

Masterlist

Pick you up at 7?

You smiled at your phone. It was the first time today you were alone in your office. You didn’t really think you would get the job at the FBI, yet here you were. Your past work at the CIA had definitely come in handy.

And then there was Marcus Pike.

Ever since he knocked at your door by accident, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You had read his book within two days. And texted him throughout reading the entire weekend. He was… he was charming, funny and you couldn’t get his damn eyes out of your head. So naturally, texting evolved to talking on the phone and yesterday he had facetimed you while he was cooking dinner. You had talked to each other until you were almost asleep, your phone propped up on the pillow next to you.

And just before you had fallen asleep he had asked you out for the next night. Tonight. Of course you had said yes.

When you woke up this morning your phone was laying on the pillow next to you with a message from Marcus, telling you that you look beautiful when you’re asleep and that he couldn’t wait to maybe fall asleep next to you in person one day. It had sent butterflies through your whole body.

Can’t wait x

You texted back, just when there was a knock on your door. You looked up, seeing one of your co-workers, Sam wave at you.

“You joining us for lunch?” she asked.

“Would love to, but gotta pick something up at the dry cleaning.”

“Hot date?”

“Something like that,” you said with a small smile.

You only had one meeting left this Friday before you could go home and stress about which of the 4 dresses you got dry cleaned you would wear for your date with Marcus.

You picked up a sandwich to eat for lunch on your way back, passing a little bookstore where people were waiting in line outside.

“I can’t believe he’s doing a signing.”

“He’s so hot.”

You heard people, mostly women, talk as you walked past the line. Your eyes landed on a poster with a familiar book cover. A smile sneaked to your face. Looking at your watch you saw that you only had 15 minutes left. Just as you tried to figure out if you should wait, your eyes wandering through the store, you found Marcus, sitting at a table, seemingly waiting for the autograph session to start. He looked good, wearing a dark red Henley shirt, his hair in this weird limbo between styled and not styled. He had trimmed his beard since the last time you saw him.

His head turned, as if knowing you were there. Surprise washed over his face before he smiled and winked at you. You smiled back, shaking your head when he was nodding for you to come inside. He pouted and you chuckled.

You saw him reach for his phone, before yours began to ring.

“What can I do for you?” you asked with a small smile, looking at him through the window.

“Can’t answer that with so many people around,” Marcus' deep voice answered you. You smiled, sucking your bottom lip in.

“You look nice. You always wear suits to work?” he asked. You looked down at yourself.

“Comes with the job.”

“Oh yeah. Kinda hot dating an FBI agent.”

“So we’re dating now?” you teased and heard him chuckle.

“We will be officially at 7pm when I pick you up.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh. I can’t wait to see what’s inside those dry cleaning bags later,” he said softly.

“Oh you’ll be surprised. Have fun signing. Don’t give your phone number to more strangers,” you said and heard him laugh.

“Thanks and I won’t. Found the perfect stranger already.”

You felt your cheeks growing warm as you ended the call, looking at him. You gave him a small wave, lingering longer than necessary at the window before you made your way back to work.

You were fighting with the zipper of your dress when you heard a knock on your door. Glancing at your phone you noticed it was just after 7pm. Taking one last look in the mirror you made your way to the door. You were nervous, but the good kind of nervous. Taking a deep breath you opened the door.

Marcus was standing there, smiling softly at you. He had changed, wearing dark dress pants and a dark blue dress shirt tucked into them. The first buttons were undone, the sleeves pushed over his elbows. He was holding one sunflower in his hand. You looked up to his face, seeing him exhale, his eyes not leaving yours. When he stepped closer, you felt your knees getting weak.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” he said and you flushed. If he kept looking at you like that you wouldn’t make it to dinner.

“Thank you. You look very handsome,” you smiled. He leaned down, his lips softly kissing your cheek and you were sure you stopped breathing for a second. He smelled so good. Why was he smelling so good?

“I hope you like sunflowers?” he asked. You nodded, taking the flower from him, bringing it to your nose to smell it, because you did that with every flower.

“Love sunflowers. Come in for a second. I just need to get into my shoes…” you stepped to the side, letting him in. After you closed the door he turned to you. You were just looking at each other before you both chuckled.

“You want something to drink?” you asked as you finally walked past him towards your kitchen to put the flower in a vase. He followed you, watching as you searched for a vase. When he didn’t answer you turned your head to look over your shoulder, finding him watching you. You smiled shyly at the look he was giving you.

“If I take a drink I can’t guarantee that I’ll keep my hands to myself. And it’s our first date. So dinner and a goodnight kiss it is.”

“Or you’re one of those guys?” you teased, walking over to him. He nodded, giving you a small smile.

“And what can I look forward to on date two?”

He stepped closer to you so you had to tilt your head up to meet his eyes.

“A movie and some making out in the dark theatre.”

“Mhh.. Nice. And on date three?” you raised your eyebrows.

“If you’re not sick of me then I’d like to take you to the book fair in New York for date three. Roomservice included.”

“Bringing out the big guns, Pike, huh?” you teased. He breathed in deep, his eyes dropping to your lips before he looked into your eyes again. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath your palm.

“You really gonna wait all night to kiss me?” you whispered. He shook his head.

“No,” he whispered before he kissed you.

Date one, Dinner at a very fancy restaurant ended with Marcus and you making out against your apartment door until he left you positively flustered with a promise to call you the next day for date two.

Sadly life happened and you didn’t see him for an entire week before he took you to the movies. You don’t even remember what movie you were watching, the memories only filled with Marcus lips on yours and his hands on your body. You never had a date at the movies but you knew you wanted to repeat it at some point with Marcus.

And now, another week later, you were in a cab, bringing you from JFK to the hotel Marcus was staying in.

He had presented you with a flight ticket to NYC for Friday night, asking you to join him. You had only kissed him, nodding against his lips.

When he asked you if you were comfortable staying in one hotel room, or if he should book a separate room for you you had only asked him to make sure to book one hotel room with a nice king sized bed.

This was happening, and you had made plans.

Your flight back to DC would leave late on Sunday evening. Marcus didn’t have any obligations for Sunday, so you would make the most of it.

He was waiting for you outside the hotel, wearing a dark wool coat. His face broke out in a smile when he spotted you, opening the door of your cab for you and helping you out as the driver helped you with your suitcase. Marcus grabbed your hand, not letting go which made paying the driver a little difficult but you managed. When you paid and the cab left, Marcus pulled you against his chest, his cold nose rubbing softly against yours before he kissed you.

“Missed you,” he mumbled and you smiled.

“It’s been 5 days.”

“Too long,” he pouted and you giggled, kissing him again.

“I’m freezing. Let’s get inside?”

You took a long hot shower once Marcus brought you upstairs to the room you would be sharing with him for almost 48 hours.

You took your time, getting ready for bed before you got out of the bathroom, wearing your night shirt. Marcus sat at the desk in front of his laptop, typing, his glasses deep on his nose. He had changed too, wearing a shirt and some sweatpants. He looked up when you emerged, giving you a soft smile.

“I ordered room service. I just need to write something down…”

You walked over, pulling your arm around his neck as you kissed his cheek, standing behind him.

“Take your time.”

An hour later you lay in bed together, the room dark. You were facing each other, Marcus arms around you.

“I’m glad you came with me,” he whispered and you smiled a little. Closing the distance between you, you kissed him. He sighed against your lips, his hand running up and down your back. While just sleeping together with another man in the same bed for the first time freaked you out for some reason, even more than having sex for the first time in the past, all you felt was safe in Marcus arms.

“I’m glad too,” you whispered back. He pulled you against his chest when he shifted on the bed. The last thing you remembered before you fell asleep was his lips on top of your head and whispered words from him you didn’t remember when you woke up the next morning.

Marcus was on a busy schedule this saturday. When you blinked your eyes open the next morning he was already out of bed and fully dressed.

“I ordered room service for you. I have a meeting in 20 minutes and then I’m going straight for the book fair. Your pass is on the table next to my laptop. Just show it at the entrance and you can enter all floors. I’m having a signing at 12 and a reading and a Q&A at 3. After that I’m yours,” he said quietly, sitting on the bed. You nodded, trying to make your sleepy brain remember all the information he just gave you.

He smiled softly.

“I wrote everything down for you too. Sleep. It’s still early,” he leaned down, kissing your forehead, before he kissed your lips.

“Breakfast will be here at 10,” he whispered and you smiled dreamily.

“You’re pretty damn perfect, Pike.”

You saw him blush a little.

“I see you later,” he kissed you again. You watched him pull together some stuff before he turned around, winking at you, and left you alone in the way too big bed.

You took time getting dressed. You wanted him to remember today and you were bringing out the big guns. You got a wax earlier this week and after you showered you took time moisturizing your skin. You styled your hair the way you liked it, and put a little make up on before you walked back to the hotel room and to your suitcase. You pulled out the black lace teddy you ordered online, putting it on. It covered your whole stomach, the lace getting thicker around your boobs. You turned around, looking at yourself in the mirror. Yeah. Yeah you looked hot. Searching for the stockings you pulled them over your smooth legs. You were pretty sure Marcus didn’t care what you were wearing, but you wanted to dress up. To feel sexy. In the past you had issues to accept your body the way it was. So you had curves, sometimes more than considered thick and sexy. It took you a long time to get the confidence to not see the looks of some people, probably judging you.

You shook your head, smiling to yourself before you searched for your jeans.

If it would be a date night you would just put your leather jacket on and walk out like that, instead you searched for the thin blouse you brought, putting it on. It was still a little risky, the blouse see through, but with your jacket it would do. To make your outfit perfect, you got into your heels. They were surprisingly comfortable, giving you a couple inches in height.

Taking a last look into the mirror you smiled at yourself, reaching for your perfume. Looking at the clock you noticed that it was close to 1pm. You weren’t planning on seeing Marcus until after his autograph session anyway.

You ended up not finding Marcus until you found yourself in the hall where he would have his reading and Q&A. He had texted you earlier, asking if you wanted to go out for dinner. You didn’t. You texted him back, asking if you could decide later and he agreed, sending you a smooch emoji.

The hall filled and you were genuinely surprised at how many people were here. You knew his book did well, but seeing the many people here, waiting for the man you were in love with, was another reality check. Wait… you loved him? You like him, of course you did. You wanted to make him happy, you were thinking about him all the time, you wanted him. Yeah. Yeah you were in love with Marcus Pike. A small smile sneaked to your face just in time when loud cheers erupted around you and you looked up, seeing Marcus walk onto the stage. He smiled, waving at his audience as he took his place on one of the seats on stage, his book in his lap. He opened his book, looking at the audience again, when his eyes found yours. He winked at you, making sure that the microphone was close before he thanked the audience for coming out and began to read.

You listened to him, crossing your legs, wishing you could sit next to him, maybe tucked into his side as he read. You knew the part of the story. It was the part of the book before the girl went missing. The last evening and night the male protagonist spends with the woman he loves before she disappears.

“If he had known this would be the last time he saw her, he would have cherished it more. And not taken it for granted. She was all he ever wanted. His beautiful girl. He would have told her that he would keep her safe. He would have told her that he didn’t care about what his parents thought of her. He would have told her that he wanted to spend his life with her.” Marcus flipped the page, but found your eyes, not needing to read the words he had written.

“He would have told her that she was his girl. The girl he loved more than he ever thought was possible. If he had known it was the last night they spent together, he would have made love to her until they both fell asleep in exhaustion, tangled in each other's arms. Instead he had kissed her at her door and watched her until she had closed the door behind her before he walked home, not knowing that this would be the last time he would be truly happy.”

He closed the book, giving you a small smile before applause erupted from all sides. For a moment you forgot that you weren’t alone with him. You blinked your eyes a couple of times, breathing in deep before you joined in the cheers, smiling.

The Q&A session started immediately after and you zoned out mostly. Everytime Marcus eyes found yours from the stage, you felt butterflies in your belly. Boy you were in deep.

“You mentioned before that you wrote this book after your divorce to deal with your feelings. Can we expect more heartbreak for the sequel or can we look forward to some happier times?”

You heard the question and saw Marcus smile.

“I don’t want to spoil anything, I actually worked on the sequel only late last night. All I can say is that the second book will have happier times. Because I had time to heal and to learn to be happy again.”

“Did you find someone who makes you happy again?”

“I did. And since I met her I have only stopped writing when I’m with her, so maybe you’ll get that sequel faster than we thought,” he joked and you smiled, when his eyes found yours again.

You looked down at your phone, noticing that the hour was almost over. Getting up you slowly walked out of the hall, finding the backstage entrance. You showed the security there your badge and were allowed in just when loud cheers and applause was heard. You stayed in the shadows, seeing Marcus walk off stage and talk to a man, who handed him something to drink and took his book. Marcus nodded, listening to what the man was saying while he drank. You chose this moment to step out and Marcus' head turned to look at you. His eyes took you in and you could see him swallow, before he gave the bottle back, saying his goodbyes to the man. You waited until you were alone before you walked over to him, pulling your arms around Marcus' neck and wasting no time to kiss him. His hands were on your hips, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You closed your eyes before you parted from him.

“You were perfect,” you whispered against his lips.

“I was distracted…” he mumbled and you raised your eyebrow. One of his hands wandered up your side, under your blouse.

“Oh yeah?” you teased and he nodded. You got on your tiptoes.

“You should see what’s underneath…” you whispered against his ear and heard him inhale deeply.

“We should get back to the hotel,” he almost moaned and you grinned to yourself.

“No dinner?”

“I know what I’ll have for dinner,” he growled lowly before he kissed you hard.

You were behaving yourselves until Marcus unlocked the hotel door, making sure to put the “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob and locked the door.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to concentrate when you were sitting there, wearing this?” he asked, walking towards you. You were leaning with your back against the wall. You sucked your bottom lip in, letting your eyes wander down his body, stopping on the very prominent bulge.

“I think I can see how hard, baby…” you hummed.

“So fucking sexy. How are you so sexy?” he asked, shaking his head to himself. You grinned, pulling your jacket off and getting out of your heels.

“You’re not so bad yourself. Something about those Henley’s you wear…” you closed your eyes, moaning lowly. When you opened your eyes he was towering over you, his eyes dark. You let your hands wander down his chest, your fingertips under his shirt on his stomach before you pushed it up. He pulled his shirt off and you sighed, leaning in to kiss his chest.

“I want you…” you whispered. He tilted your head up so he could kiss you as he opened your blouse, pushing it off your shoulders. Getting to his knees, he kissed down your body, his finger working on your pants until he pushed them down, helping you out of them.

“Fuck…” he gasped, when he saw the matching stocking.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart… Those thighs… Fuck” he kissed up your thighs. You let your hand fall down on his head, brushing your fingers into his soft hair.

“Wanna taste you,” he said and you moaned. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing up your inner thigh before he inhaled your scent. You were embarrassingly wet, soaking the fabric between your legs. Looking down you saw him push the fabric to the side, before he licked over your clit.

“So wet. This for me?” he asked, looking up at you with dark eyes.

“For you Marcus. Only you, “ you gasped when he began to lick through your folds. Thankful for the wall behind you you let your head fall back, your hands in Marcus's hair, holding him where you wanted him most. You moaned, pulling at his hair as he sucked at your clit.

“You gonna cum for me?” he asked.

“Fingers. Use your…” two fingers entered you and you whimpered his name. The hand that wasn’t in his hair came up to cup your breast, pulling the cup down to pull your nipple.

“Fuck… Fuck look at you,” you opened your eyes, looking down to see Marcus nod towards the mirror at the other side of the room.

“Look at you…” his fingers thrusted in slowly, massaging your inner walls until he found what he was looking for.

“So fucking pretty letting me eat you out against the fucking wall….” you couldn’t look away. The picture with him on his knees in front of you in the mirror looking straight out of a high end porn.

“Cum for me, sweetheart….” he mumbled, adding a third finger to fuck you before flicking his tongue over your clit.

You came with a silent cry of his name, waves and waves of pleasure washing over you until you felt like you were made out of jelly.

“Good girl…” he hummed against you before he kissed your pussy one last time and looked up at you. He smiled at you, pulling your leg down before he picked you up, carrying you to the bed.

“Marcus….” you giggled, your arms around his neck. He kissed your lips, kissing himself down your neck, until his lips found your nipple, sucking it between his lips. Your arms were in his neck, playing with the soft hairs.

“Fuck me, Marcus…” you whimpered. He looked up at you, getting off the bed to get his pants off. You swallowed when you saw him, wondering if you could take him. When you looked up at him, he smiled softly, while rolling a condom over his lengths. Where he got it from, you had no idea.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised and you parted your legs to make space for him. He kissed you softly, lining himself up at your entrance before he slowly pushed in.

It was torture. Perfect fucking torture as he worked his length inside of you, never stopping to kiss you.

“You… fuck you feel so good,” he groaned against your lips. You both moaned when he was settled inside you to the hilt. Giving you some time to get used to him he began to move slowly after a while. Thrusting slowly in and out.

“Shit… Fuck I’m not gonna last long. Been waiting for this…”

“You feel so fucking good baby…” you whimpered, hooking your legs behind his back, to push him closer.

“Such a good fucking girl. Taking me so well…” he hummed against your ear, kissing your neck. He began to move faster, pumping into you, while he sucked on your neck.

“Need you to cum again on my cock. Fuck look at us… So fucking sexy…” you turned your head again, finding yourselves in the mirror. Marcus on top of you, fucking you into the mattress. He rammed into you, biting into your shoulder and you came, hard, soaking his cock, hearing him curse against your ear.

“Gonna cum…” he warned.

“Want to taste you…” you moaned. “Want you to cum inside my mouth baby…”

“Fuck…” Marcus pulled out of you, pulling the condom off. He lay down on the bed as you got on your knees between his legs, taking him in your mouth.

“Oh fuuuuck….” he moaned, loud, before you felt him twitch inside your mouth, spilling rope after rope of his cum inside of your mouth. You moaned around him, looking up at him with big eyes, swallowing every drop of him. You teased his slit with your tongue, cleaning him up before you released him. He looked at you like you hung the stars before he sat up and kissed you, pulling you down with him so you were laying on his chest.

“I’m…. Fuck that was…”

“Yeah…” you chuckled against his lips.

You didn’t know how long you lay like that in each other's arms.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” you whispered as you looked at him.

“I think I am already in love with you,” he whispered back, before he kissed you again.

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twistnet · 3 years

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caress [ sam wilson ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 27 [ aftercare ]

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, smut [ mentions of previous sexual activity, nudity, soft!sam, aftercare ] + mature language

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you sagged against the mattress, your breath slowly evening out as your orgasm subsided. the post-coital bliss overtaking everything and you slowly sink into the blankets as a certain numbness fills your limbs.

sam settles beside you, hands reaching out to tug you closer, smiling softly when you meet his eyes for the first time since reaching your orgasm together, “how are you doing?” he utters quietly, thumb caressing your jaw as he scans you for any discomfort or pain, “i’m fine, sam. you always take good care of me.” your hand wraps around his, lips pressing a kiss to the tops of his knuckles as your rub gently circles with your thumb against the palm of his hand.

he smiles, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, “and you always take good care of me. only fair that i return the favor.” he relishes into your embrace for a moment longer, before he pulls away, shh-ing your protests as he walks into the bathroom. pulling a washcloth from the cabinet before he’s warming the water at the sink. he glances as you in the mirror, chuckling when he catches your eyes roaming his figure without a hint of embarrassment.

he reenters the bedroom, coaxing you onto your back as he washes the mix of cum from your inner thighs, apologizing softly when he brushes against a spot that’s still so sensitive. he presses a quick kiss to your knee, pulling you up to stand on wobbly feet. a surge a pride running down his spine as he guides you to the shower to clean up. it’s already started, the water warming as he peels off the messy covers from the bed and grabs the pair of you a new set of clothes to wear to bed.

he joins you in the shower, holding you against his chest as the water washes over the two of you, hands roaming each other gently. he helps you wash, chuckling when you get onto him for lingering in places too long with the soapy washcloth. you help him wash after, his hands guiding you around then teasing you about how you can’t keep your hands to yourself. even after everything he and you just did a room over.

the water turns off, his arms wrapping you in the fluffiest towel he owns before wrapping one around himself. he hands you the picked out clothes, one of his shirts and your underwear, and lets you dress in private. just in case you want to do anything else in the bathroom before joining him back in bad.

while he waits, he pulls up some tv. scrolling through in hopes of finding something halfway decent to watch until you are ready to doze off. you join him just as he finds something, arms opening to allow you to snuggle up against his chest. your head tucks under his chin, arms looping around his middle as he tugs you in, leaving no more space between the two of you.

the tv show plays as sam takes the moment to shower you with affection, kisses to the forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, and lips. hands ghosting along your sides, giving comforting squeezes here and there. he continues this until he feels your soft breath against the fabric of his shirt. and looking down, finds you asleep against his chest.

he shuts the tv off, waking you gently to get you in a more comfortable position so you don’t wake up sore. then, he’s pulling you against him once more. finding peace with you in his arms as he drifts off to sleep with a soft ‘i love you’.

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cyantomatos · 3 years

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Kinktober - Day 24

Day 24 of the Kinktober list provided by @the-purity-pen

Bucky wasn’t originally on the list, because I completely spaced that I also write for him when I was coming up with characters, so I stole today from Din and gave it to Bucky.

Prompt: Lactation || hunter/prey || vanilla/slow & soft

Character: Bucky Barnes

Bucky didn’t really think he deserved soft thighs. Good things weren’t for him, weren’t for someone who had so much blood on his hands, even if he hadn’t willingly gotten it on his hands. It didn’t matter that, if he’d had the choice, none of those people would have suffered or died. They were still dead by his hands, and that meant he didn’t deserve goodness.

That self hatred, angry and bitter and festering, lessened a bit after Sam and Sarah. It didn’t go away, not entirely, but the two siblings managed to make him see maybe he wasn’t *entirely* undeserving of kindness. Maybe he could relax, stop expecting a punishment to come for something he hadn’t wanted to do.

Until he met you. He didn’t think he was the evil thing he used to believe he was, but you were still too good for him. Too pure. He couldn’t stain your goodness with the blood on his hands, couldn’t drag you down to his level just to have a bit of light in the darkness with him.

You didn’t seem to care. You gladly threw yourself into the darkness to find him, didn’t even blink at how unclean his soul might be, the metaphorical bloody prints on your pure goodness not even phasing you.

It took time. He was hard, angry, tried his best to make you think he wanted nothing to do with you even as every atom of his being ached to have you near. He snarked and teased and tried to keep you at arm's length, but you refused to be handled. You saw right through it all, through the sarcasm and cobbled together defenses and...wanted him anyway.

The night you finally got tired of letting him pretend to be something he wasn’t and just kissed him mid-sarcastic remark, Bucky *melted*. Those blue eyes were so wide and almost innocent when you broke the kiss, and he couldn’t manage to build his defenses back up this time.

He was afraid to touch you at first, but you handled that too. You just crawled into his lap one night and kissed him, guiding his hands so he knew it was okay to touch you.

After that, he couldn’t get enough.

His hands were always on you. An arm around your shoulders at a party, his fingers linked with yours as you walked down the street. Pulling your legs across his lap on the couch while you watch a movie, reaching for you in his sleep if you rolled out of reach. Bucky had felt softness now, had known kindness and goodness, and he was addicted.

He wasn’t always careful of your softness anymore. There were still nights where the demons sat a little too heavily on his shoulders, and the only way he could get rid of them was fucking you, *hard*. You didn't mind, *loved* it really. You loved the way he used you, leaving you pleasantly sore and aching and covered in his marks the next day. He always felt guilty when he saw the hickeys and bite marks and the places where he’d gripped you a little too hard, but you told him you liked it, and he believed you.

More often than not, however, he was soft. Slow. He liked to take you apart piece by piece, spending hours between your thighs, giving you back just a fraction of what you gave him. Bucky liked to have you in his arms, where he could see your face, so he could tell you what you meant to him. How good you felt. How much he loved you.

He liked to watch you after, when you were boneless in a different way, no marks to show where he’d touched you. As much as you liked the marks, and often begged him for more, sometimes in the dark they looked a little too much like blood. Like he’d imagined all the softness you’d given him and he was still theirs, still belonged to Hydra, and you were just another body at his feet.

So he’d hold you softly, whispering sweet words in your ear and listening to the sounds you made when he moved just right, twisted his fingers or rolled his tongue and made you fall apart again for him. It felt like the least he could do, because just his love definitely wasn’t enough to repay you for finally getting to feel goodness.

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samspenandsword · 7 months

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Uhhh just so you guys know I just wrote 4.2k words of a kinktober piece with Din and I'm not even to the smut yet 👉👈😇

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lunarbuck · 7 months

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Kinktober Week 1: Phone Sex

header: @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

Word Count: 692

Prompt: Phone Sex

Warnings: phone sex, swearing, masturbation, pet names [baby, sweetheart]

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Your phone rings, and you look around on the bed for the offending device. You try to have at least two hours of screen-free time a day, and today, you’ve spent that time reading. Your book rests against your chest as you see Sam’s photo flash on your screen.

“Hello,” you grin. When Sam is off on a mission, he rarely has time to call, so you relish each opportunity to hear his voice.

“Hey, cutie, what’re you up to?” You can hear the roar of an engine in the background. He probably just got off the jet. Heat blooms in your chest, knowing that his first thought was to call you.

“Trying and failing to curb my screen addiction, what about you?” Sam laughs, the sound warm despite some distortion from the speaker.

“Just thinkin’ about my girl.” You don’t miss the slight rasp in his voice, the way he practically growls the words. That heat in your chest migrates, warming you all the way to your belly. You press your thighs together, giving your clit the slightest bit of friction.

“Yeah? What about me?” Through the phone, you can hear Sam’s footsteps pick up speed before a door slams shut. His breaths come out ragged and rushed. He’s just as worked up as you are. Your book slides off your chest, falling shut, but you barely even notice.

“Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” A smile tugs at your lips while you trail your fingers down your body underneath the blanket. “I’m thinking about your perfect body, your soft skin. The way you fit so perfectly against me.” You trace the band of your sleep shorts, gently teasing yourself the way Sam always does. It’s not quite the same, but with the rasp of his voice in your ear, you can almost imagine that he’s here.

“I wish you were here,” you whisper, dipping your fingers into your shorts to slide over the fabric of your panties.

“Me too, baby. I’m so fucking hard right now. I love the way you suck my cock. Love how you look with my dick in your mouth, so fucking beautiful.” You hear the snick of a zipper on the other end and shuffle your shorts down your legs. “Are you gonna touch yourself, baby? You gonna make yourself feel good until I get home?”

You whimper in response, circling your clit with your finger.

“Such a good girl for me, sweetie. If I were there, you know I’d be in between your legs, eating that perfect pussy of yours. I’d slide my fingers inside and warm you up for my cock just the way you like.” Your fingers follow your imagination, pressing inside your warm entrance. They’re not as big as Sam’s, but you still moan when you hit those spots.

“You sound so beautiful, baby. Keep fucking yourself on your fingers, just like that. I’m aching for you, sweetheart.” Your fingers are slick as they slide in and out of your pussy, but you want more. You manage to hit the speaker button and position your phone on your pillow to free up your other hand. You circle your clit while you fuck yourself, the sensations slowly working you toward your orgasm.

“Sam, I need you,” you moan, wishing it was his cock filling you, stretching you. You wish he was here, pressing you down into the mattress with his big, calloused hands. You wish you were grabbing onto his muscular shoulders, hanging onto him for dear life.

“I need you too, baby. I need you to come for me, please, baby. Need to hear you come.” You apply more pressure to your clit, imagining it’s Sam, and you screw your eyes shut. His cologne lingers on the pillow, and you inhale deeply as your orgasm barrels toward you.

You come moaning his name, electricity shooting through your body. Sam follows close behind, rasping your name as he comes. You suck in deep breaths and go limp against the mattress.

“Shit,” you giggle, smiling to yourself. “Somehow, I miss you even more now.”

“I’ll be home soon, baby. Promise.”

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wndrcarol · 3 years

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daddy’s favorite | ceo!c.d. | part 2

part one

summary: working for your fathers company has its perks. But one of those perks is being able to gain connections.

a/n: okay! so here’s chapter dos. I was thinking of making a picture for the chapters, sorta how I did for kinktober, but idk 🤔

also! If you’d like to be tagged in future parts just lmk and I’ll add you to the tag list

pairings: Carol Danvers x F!Reader

other characters in chap.: Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

warnings: nothing too crazy

italics are flashbacks

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Straightening out your outfit, you looked over yourself in the mirror, letting out a shaky sigh. You didn’t think you’d be this nervous going to a party that Carol invited you to but here you were, nearly about to throw up from the nervous.

All you kept thinking back to was what your father said once you got back to the office.

“She invited me to a party to finalize the decision?” Your father said, looking at you over his glasses.

“A fundraiser” you corrected him which made him roll his eyes and shrug his shoulders.

“Sure, I guess. I’m not going to say I’m not upset how long the deal is taking but hopefully this’ll be the end of it” he said, turning back to his computer before you nodded and stood up, ready to leave the room before stopping in your stance.

“Do you mind if I go?” You asked your father, turning towards him quickly as he looked at you with a confused look. You couldn’t tell him that Carol personally asked for you to be there because then he’d find that odd and tell you no.

“Just..to take note and bring the paper. And maybe some moral support” you smiled softly at him, hoping that he would buy the excuse.

He continued to stare at you, squinting his eyes lightly while thinking before shrugging again.

“Sure, I don’t mind. I guess I need some support so I don’t go berserk if things get heated” he chuckled before turning back to his computer, typing away an email.

Letting out a breath of relief, you turned back around, feeling nervous that it was settled. You’d be going and you couldn’t back out of it.

You couldn’t help but think why. Why did she want you there specifically when it’s not really your place to be there at all.

Shrugging lightly, you grabbed your bag and made sure you had everything before putting on a coat and leaving your apartment. You had decided to meet your father there since he said he’d be going early just to get settled and meet everyone.

On the drive over, your mind kept running, still questioning her motives. It was its so confusing to you and you felt stuck in the middle for some reason.

Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to think too deep into something probably simple. Maybe it was because you were the one who brought up making the deal? Who knows. Only Carol.

Parking on the side of the road, you walked into the venue where the fundraiser was going to be. There was a lot of people, mainly a lot of people from both companies as well as other companies, wanting to help donate. It was a nice turn out and it made you happy to see how much money the fundraiser had already made.

Looking around the room, your eyes quickly landed on Carol who stood across the room, already looking at you.

Raising her glass at you, you gave her a small wave before beginning to take off your coat, ready to put it down at the empty table you stood infront of.

“(Y/N)!” You heard someone scream. Turning around, you smiled realizing it was your father coming up towards you. Leaning in for a hug, he pulled back and taking your coat before walking you over to his table.

“Took you long enough to get here” he said, placing your coat down next to what looked like his as you chuckled.

“Didn’t know I was on a schedule” you said before he scoffed at you before giving you a smile.

“Well, now you are. We’re going to go talk to Danvers now since she wouldn’t say anything until you got here” he said with a curious tone which made you pause your actions.

“I wonder why” you said to him, giving him a quick smile before clearing your throat.

“Let’s get this started” you father said, ignoring how you sounded before dragging you across the room where Carol stood, conversing with two men next to her.

You watched at how they looked at her, eyeing her up and down, seeming more interested in her looks than what she was saying. It aggravated you slightly to how they were looking at her. You don’t know why but it just did and you hated feeling like that, towards someone you barely know. Someone your father was rivals soon to be friends with.

Shaking the feeling away, you reached the table without realizing it until your father punched your arm, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Danvers, so good to see you again” your father said, with a tight smile. Carol looked away from the two men, turning back quickly to say ‘excuse me’ before turning fully to your father and you.

“Tony, please. Call me Carol” she said, reaching her hand out for him to shake. “We’re supposed to be partners, no?” She smiled, as he shook her hand.

“So you agree to the deal?” Your father asked eagerly, taking his hand away as Carols gaze move to you before shaking her head.

“Don’t jump time conclusions now, Stark. Nothing is final” she smiled, her eyes still on you before looking back at him.

“Dan- I mean, Carol” your father said, leaning against the table as you just stood their idly. You stepped back a bit, giving them space to converse. Looking around again as their conversation became white noise to you, you saw Sam laughing with a guy. Turning slightly to the side, he met your gaze before waving at you and turning back to the guy who began saying something else to Sam.

You felt your heart flutter at the small gesture as you looked down lightly, a small smile on your face, feeling your face heat up slightly. Unknowingly to you, Carol saw you through the corner of her eye as she shifted her gaze across the room to where you were looking. She had blocked out anything your father was saying as she zoned in on the guy who waved at you, feeling an inch of jealously wash over her.

“Stark, I’m going to stop you there” Carol said, turning back to Tony as he shut up quickly. That caught your attention as you turned to her too, clutching the folder in your hands that you dragged along with you that held the contract.

“Listen, the deal does seem...iffy. Our companies, being as high functioning as they are, shouldn’t be in deals where we become partners” Carol started, he gaze shifting back and forth from you to Tony.

“Even the board has advised against it. But, I’m willing to take the chance on the deal, on some conditions of course that we can get to soon” Carol said, smiling softly as Tony let out a breath of relief.

You let out a sigh, feeling relief wash over you. Carol reached out her hand to Tony as he shook it before turning to you to give her the contract to sign.

Taking out the paper from the folder, you moved it toward her as well as a pen as she watched your movements before looking up at you, giving you a smile.

Right before she signed, Carol looked up at Tony. “But know this Stark. If things go to shit, we know who’s to blame here” she joked but you could tell she was being serious at the same time. Your father laughed nervously as she signed the paper before moving it back towards you on the table.

“Don’t lose that” Carol winked at you before taking a sip of her drink and excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

Your father turned to you with a smile on his face. “That took long enough” he said before pulling you in for a side hug and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“You did good, kid. Don’t know what you did to convince her since she’s tough but I’m proud of you” he said, leaning his head against the top of yours.

“I’m proud of you too” you said, hugging him before he pulled away.

“I’m going to make my rounds again, ya know, boast about the new deal” your father winked at you before walking off to a table that most of his colleagues were at.

You sighed before making your way back across the room to put the paper away in your bag. You felt good about tonight, finally feeling happy that the deal was done and finalized. Your thoughts from earlier slowly dissipated and that only made you feel better.

Tucking away the folder and zipping up your purse, you leaned back up, your phone in hand.

“I’m glad you came” you heard a voice say which shocked you, making you drop your phone. Turning to the side, you saw Carol smirking as she took a sip from her drink.

Bending down to pick up your phone, you stood back up quickly, feeling eyes on you as checked your phone for any cracks which, thankfully, didn’t have any.

“Didn’t seem as if I had a choice” you said, giving her a tight smile as you placed your phone in your pant pocket.

“Well, you did. But, if you didn’t then your father would’ve been upset for not landing the deal” Carol said, swirling the drink around in her glass. You felt your stomach drop slightly at the mention of the word ‘father’. You and your father had decided to keep that you were family under wraps since you didn’t want to jeopardize anything or let anyone know he has his daughter working at his company. So hearing the word fall from her lips, shocked you.

“How did you-“ you said before Carol chuckled, cutting you off.

“There’s something you should know and it’s that I know everything” she smirked before taking a step towards you.

“But one thing I don’t know is if you have a boyfriend or not” she said, practically so close you could almost feel her breath on you.

“And how is that any of your business?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as Carol looked you curiously.

“Well, I’d like to know so I could do something” she smiled as you raised your eyebrows at her. Part of Carol wanted to know so that jealously she felt earlier could wash away.

“And if I don’t? What would you say?” You asked, giving her a small smirk. You wanted to play along to see how she’d react and what she’d say. You felt almost a bit excited by this.

“Well, I’d love to take you on a date and show you a good time” she said, taking another sip of her drink as you stood there a small smile on your face as you began to feel flushed.

“A bit bold aren’t we?” You asked, looking away quickly before turning back to Carol.

“What can I say? I have to beat the competition to take out a girl like you” she said, leaning her glass towards you when saying ‘you’

“Well, in that case” you started, giving her a small smile and batting your eyelashes lightly at her, “I'm gonna have to think about it. It’s a big decision, I’m sure you know all about those” you finished, patting her shoulder, repeating to her what she had told you in her office before picking up the rest of your things and heading to the bathroom, the smile still on your face.

Carol chuckled as she walked you walk away, downing the rest of her drink before placing the glass on the table. “Touché”

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