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Monstertober

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It’s everyone’s favourite time of the year, Halloween season which means monster fucking time

This year I’ll be participating in Monstertober, but my own version that’s more spaced out so I have time to do what I need to do and get this out for you guys.

Everything in this series is Dark!, no fluff, gentleness or consent in sight. As as result of this READ THESE AT YOUR OWN RISK YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME. My blog is 18+ you have been warned.

Most of these fics constitute as: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

As they are uploaded links will be added

Tag list 🎀

The Lineup:

🎃Day 1 - 1st October

Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Dub con, Beastiality, Dead dove: Do not eat, chasing, sex in a forest, scratching, biting, belly bulge, angst, near death, dacryphilia, bruises (not the kinky kind), begging (for him to stop), apologetic!bucky, beefy!bucky, lumberjack!bucky

🎃Day 2 - 5th October

Orc! Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Non con→Dub con, Dead dove: Do not eat, insults/degrading language, forced breeding, forced impregnation, drastic size difference, belly bulge, blood mention, virgin!reader, hair pulling, cowgirl→mating press, dacryphilia, dark!bucky, threat of violence

🎃Day 3 - 12th October

Scarecrow!Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, serious Non con, death, mentions of blood, asphyxiation/choking, bruises (not the kinky kind), Beefy!Ari (6,8ft), size difference, held down, chasing, p in v

🎃Day 4- 16th October

Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Non con→Dub con, near death, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, dacryphilia, marking/biting, bruises (not the kinky kind), scratching, choking, spiting, making you drink your own blood, utter filth

🎃Day 5 - 19th October

Mummy!Steve Rogers x Reader x Jackal!Bucky

Warnings: Dub con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, asphyxiation/ choking, scratching, marking/biting, mentions of blood, threesome, Stucky x Reader

🎃 Intermission - 23rd October

Lloyd x Reader: Pumpkin carving Drabble

Warnings: knife play, mostly fluff, reader has sensitive ears, hand kink, scent kink, reader being a brat, marking/ hickeys/ biting, implied smut

🎃Day 6 - 26th October

Swamp monster!/Siren!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Non con, death, Dead dove: do not eat, dark!bucky, beefy!bucky, forced breeding, p in v, anal fingering, sex in a forest, sex near a pond, drowning, marking/biting, mentions of blood, scratching, choking, praise, delusional!Bucky, victim!reader

🎃 intermission - 29th October

Ransom Drysdale x Reader: Cookies Drabble

Warnings: cunnilingus, tooth rotting fluff, baking with Ransom, undertones of power imbalance, Ransom is a bit of a douche, innocent!reader, implied smut

🎃Day 7 - 30th October

Occultist!Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Non con!!!, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Death, reader is a sacrifice, knife play?, mentions of blood, public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, implied cult, mystery demon, choking, blood kink, Dark!Stucky, p in v, oral (male receiving) , spitting in readers mouth, dacryphilia, manipulation, betrayal of trust, psychological + emotional abuse

🎃Day 8 - 31st October

Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Initial Somnophilia, dub con, kind of rape, insults/degrading language, biting, scratching, marking, mentions of blood, womb tattoo/sigil, dumbification, aphrodisiac, vibrator, p in v, overstimulation, cunnilingus, demon summoning, beefy!bucky, condescending!Bucky, dark!bucky, praise, fluff

I’m so so glad you enjoyed it! I am a literal whore for Ari and his tits so when I saw your request I knew I had to write something. The fact that you took the time to dissect parts of the fic 🫣 Making me blush with all the compliments.

Thank you for all the Ben Barnes memes 🤭

꒰ঌI’ll wait, Angel໒꒱

Pairing: Boyfriend!Ari x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: virgin!reader, no p in v, size kink, scent kink, reader is waiting till marriage, coming in between her folds, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fluff, mentions of Hockey player!Ari, Soft!Ari, sickeningly sweet

Nicknames: Angle, Doe eyes, Doe, Bambi

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: This idea came from @junipermuses when she wrote this request 🫣

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

“I Need you Angel.” The desperation in his tone is unmistakable as he tosses down his gym bag and hockey stick at the entrance of the bedroom. His hair is still a little bit damp from the shower he routinely takes after practice and he seems exhausted, yet his wandering gaze full of lust tells a different story. You let you own eyes wander, raking your gaze over his exposed beefy arms and then further down to his grey sweatpants where a prominent tent is forming between his thick thighs.

You lean over and place your phone on the nightstand, picking up the two bunny plushies Ari had bought, Hops and Thumper, and also placing them on the nightstand, but making sure to turn them around. They didn’t need to see what Ari was about to do to you “How was practice?” You ask innocently as Ari stalks closer, peeling off his grey sleeveless crew neck, throwing it in a corner of the room.

“It went well. Curtis got knocked onto his ass by Bucky, he was pissed. Steve’s been teaching Buck to be more assertive, he almost kicked all of our asses today.” He recounts in a low whisper, crawling across the mattress towards you. He looms over you, raking his eyes over every part of your exposed and unexposed skin; he licks his plump, pink lips like an animal preparing for a meal. His eyes linger at your clavicle and neck before falling to the swell of your breasts, then down further to your hips and exposed thighs. “I outskated Steve today, probably a fluke, but it felt good to finally have a one up on him and Ransom didn’t show up again, he’s gonna get kicked off the team at this rate.” You chuckle at Ari’s small victory, he’s always trying to one up Steve. They act like siblings half the time.

“I’m glad you had a good day. Wish I could have seen Steve’s face when you beat him.” You knew you’d congratulate him better later on, but at the moment Ari seemed preoccupied with his own mission. He runs his giant hands over the white lace that borders the camisole tenderly, before moving to stroke across the silky baby pink material of the rest of the nightie tracing the outline of your body with his hands till he reaches the hem half way down your thigh.

“It was great. But do you know what’s better? You. Your body. I’ve been thinking about you all day, Angel, and to come home and see you in the middle of our bed—in this sexy little chemise is making me feel even better than when I won against Steve. I need you so badly, little Doe.” Ari growled, his large hands bunching your night dress at your hips—as he bends your knees so he can open your legs—revealing your lacey, white underwear with an incriminating damp spot on the silky fabric. Ari takes two fingers and teases at the wet patch, pressing and stretching the fabric with his fingers. He sandwiches your clit between your fingers squeezing it lightly, before rubbing his thumb against the covered button making your insides ache at the promise of the fact that his thick, deft fingers would soon be plunged deep within you. You squirm away slightly from his pleasurable touch, covering your face with your fisted hands and attempt to close your thighs around him. Ari only needs one of his powerful hands to keep your thighs open as he uses his other hand to take a handful of your ass and drag you back towards him “Don’t run from me, Doe eyes. Take all the pleasure I give you.” He pulls you panties down and tosses them to join his crew neck in the corner.

His fingers stretch your tight hole and he inserts them, you’re soaking for him “So tight for me, Angel, always so so tight even when you’re naughty little hole is dripping for me.” He cooes, angling his fingers to rub against the sensitive spongy spot within you. He targets that spot as he fucks his fingers into you. Your pussy sucks his fingers back inside as he pulls them out, not all the way, stopping when the tips of his fingers are the only part remaining inside you. You let out a choked needy sob; pushing your hips against Ari’s stationary fingers, beckoning him to move. “Please Bear!” You keen, your core fluttering around his fingers. His cock twitched at the nickname and he obliges driving his fingers back into you with the addition of another, the burn his thick fingers stretching you open made your nerves buzz. The heat in your tummy builds until your body convulses as you reach climax. Your back arches off the bed; you grab at the pillows behind you squeezing them in your tight grip, your knuckles turning white as you wail and hump his still postponing fingers “So good Ari” you choke, coming down from your high. He takes your hand into his, placing a kiss on the promise ring on your finger and brushes your soft skin against his beard.

“I’m gonna fuck your folds now, Angel, okay?” He thinks for you, running his bulbous, leaking head through your silken folds. Ari bites his lower lips in concentration as he holds the fat base guiding his length, using all the willpower inside of him to not slip inside you. Just imagining how tightly your precious little hole would clamp around him was enough to push him near climax “God, Angel, I can’t wait until I can actually put it in you. It’s gonna go so deep, it’s gonna fill your tight little hole so well.” he briefly rubs the head against your clit and you whimper at the teasing motion. He moves forward slightly, just enough to rest the base of his cock at your enterance and hover his whole cock over your stomach “Fuck. It’s so big compared to you.” Ari holds your face in his hand, the cool metal of the promise ring pressing against your hot skin as he does, and strokes his large thumb over your reddened cheeks. He lowers his face to yours and places a gentle kiss on your lips “I bet you can’t wait either, right my sweet Angel?”

You run your tongue over your lower lip and nod timidly “Can’t wait to be with you forever.” You whisper next to his ear, nuzzling your nose into the area under his jaw, the edge of his thick beard tickling your cheek; you take a deep breath in letting the scent of Ari replace all the oxygen in your lungs. He smelt strongly of magnolia and vanilla, with a tinge of musky sweat that remained from hockey practice. The image of Ari in his hockey gear enters your mind; his muscular frame straining against the mesh of his jersey, the size of his already big hands exaggerated by the bulky, padded gloves—you remember the time he let you try them on, two of you fingers fit in one of the finger holes— Going to any of his games was a struggle, he always had you sat in the front and you had full view of your boyfriend as he glided across the ice with ease; dominating the rink and intimidating the other team, when he came at them at full speed while defending. You could barely focus on the game, only on the face Ari made whilst in a state of extreme focus—it made your whole body burn seeing just how skilled he was, just how hot he was in his gear. Your mind elsewhere, as you wonder about which jockstrap he was wearing under all those layers.

You’re pulled out of your fantasies, by Ari pinching and twisting your nipples that had stiffened into hard peaks. You whine as props himself up on his knees and slots himself fully between your legs, Ari pulls down both of the straps of your nightgown and holds your breasts in his two hands “Perfect size Angel. You drifted back to me from your little imagination yet?” Your moan in response doesn’t satiate him “Speak to me Bambi.” He demands. That nickname… all because you looked like a newborn deer when he first tried to teach you to skate.

He squeezes the soft, warm flesh of your tits in his hands “Ari, want you to move pleaseee.” You cry rolling your hips into his dick that’s resting between you puffy folds, he obliges dragging his length through your dripping lips his heavy balls slapping against you ass as he quickens his pace, ensuring the head of his cock stimulates your throbbing pearl with every thrust. Something about the debaucherous wet sounds of his cocksliding through you folds made it all seem so sinful, you were so happy that Ari was surprisingly fine with waiting till marriage to go all the way with you; but by God if he didn’t make it hard with the way that he completely destroyed you without ever even entering you. Your thighs shake slightly and jostle into Ari, he hisses in response “Bear, are you okay?” You ask, moving your legs away from the spot they had just come in contact with.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Bucky just bashed into me a little too hard during practice” your eyes glance down at his hip and you see the beginnings of a bruise blossoming on his slightly tanned skin “Don’t worry I’ll be fine, you should worry about yourself right now though, Bambi.” Ari’s thumbs roll over your pebbled nipples as he rolls his hip slowly, relishing in your soft moans before driving his hips into yours vehemently a growl leaving his lips when he catches on your hole, it doesn’t slide in only nudges it and you wail in response the action making you even more plaint under his touch and stokes the pleasurable fire, burning hotter and hotter inside you.

You feel Ari’s cock twitch as he rubs against your clit. He takes his length into his hand, fisting his cock as he rubs your clit with his other hand. Your eyes glaze over as you feel the pressure building in your belly yet again. You whine as the coil within you breaks, raising your hips off the mattress like a woman possessed, and shoving your face into the pillows to muffle your cries as your legs shake with the pleasure wracking your body. The sight of you coming undone below him sends him over the edge, Ari throws his head back “Fuck fuck fuckkk.” Letting out a guttural string of curses as he comes, hot ropes of cum spurting out onto your mound and in between your folds. Through hooded eyes he looks down at the mess he made, smirking at the glistening white come decorating your cunt

“So beautiful Angel, like heaven.” He groans, Ari’s head dips between your legs, as he begins to lick and suck the mess of both your arousals out of your cunt; the bristly hair of his thick beard scratching the supple skin of your inner thighs as he laps at you. His tongue grazes your sensitive clit and your hands fly to his hair in an attempt to pull him away from the area; but he takes the bud into his mouth and sucks, looking up at you through his lashes as he does. You gasp as he suck’s ferociously at your clit, you can’t take another orgasm but you were still overly sensitive from your last orgasm. He burrows his tounge inside your, devouring your still clenching hole moaning as he slurps and sucks yours and his juices. He returns to your clit, flicking his tongue against the abused nun before taking it back into his mouth. You see plasmic stars burst behind your eyelids, turning everything behind your eyes into a white abyss as you squirt on his face. He lets go of your clit with a pop, a devilish grin spreading across his reddened, wet lips “You’re sensitive aren’t you little Doe.” Your head is so addled by pleasure that you barely hear him, but you squeak out a yes and he rises from the apex of your thighs and lays down on the bed beside you. He cuddles you close to his chest and uses his long arms to retrieve both bunnies, placing them above your head on the pillow. Ari strokes your hair with his hand as you nudge impossibly closer into his hairy chest, breathing in his scent trying to memorise it.

His warmth envelopes you completely as you lock your arms around his strong back, brushing your hand over the corded muscle of his broad shoulders “I love you, Bear.” Your whispered confession muffled by his chest, he heard you.

“I love you too, and I’ll wait as long as you need, Angel, even after marriage. Whenever you’re ready.”

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Distracting Daddy

(Part 1/2) Taking what you want

CEO!Steve Rogers, Daddy!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Ddlg, asphyxiation/choking, oral fixation (thumb sucking), hand kink, scent kink, size kink/ size difference , Daddy, Dom/Sub dynamic, word slut is used (not by Steve), reverse cow girl, uniform/suit kink

Nicknames: Princess, angle, brat, little girl, Baby girl, Daddy

Word count: 3.1k

He’s told you time and time again not to disrupt him whilst he’s on a work call, but this time you can’t help yourself. Seeing your daddy with his fitted dress shirt sleeves rolled up his thick, veiny muscular arms drives you wild and always causes your pussy to tingle. You want to ride him whilst he strangles you with his one of his expensive ties and get lost in the manly, musky scent of his cologne and today you just couldn’t suppress the temptation. You know what awaits you as soon as he finishes his call, but while he’s busy you have his undivided attention.

Part 2 coming soon, if I can stop thinking of more random scenarios for five seconds to be able to write coherently. I have so many drafts T~T

You were bored, well bored was an understatement. Your Daddy had been on one of his ‘Important Daddy business’ phone calls for almost three hours, but it felt like an eternity, he’d promised he wouldn’t be long but he’d lied. He said something about it being an extremely important phone call, one to close a multimillion dollar deal; You didn’t really pay attention to what he said, just the end part where he said he’d be able to buy you so many nice things. You were looking forward to your spending spree, but sitting on your shared California king mattress, tv on low acting as white noise, holding Stevie, your funshine carebear, the absence of your daddy’s touch was killing you, your princess parts ached. Just before the call you had convinced Steve to take a break and fool around with you, your orgasm was so close; his tongue was drawing tight circles on your clit as his long, thick digits massaged that spot inside of you that made your legs twitch and shake. And just as the knot inside of you was beginning to tighten, your head was beginning to cloud and your eyes were rolling back into your head Steve’s ringtone disrupted your pleasure, you begged him not to answer but he said he had to “It’s Stark princess, Bucky will kill me if I don’t close this deal. It’s my work hours anyway, I shouldn’t be doing this with you right now.” He huffed, standing up from his position on his knees. You gave him your best puppy eyes, you even attached yourself to his leg like a koala, but he managed to remove you and slip into his office and answer the call. Once the door was closed you knew it was over, you knew what happened if you went into his office whilst he was on a business call—punishment.

You gave Stevie one last squeeze and rested his head on your pillow, you scooted to the edge of the bed and hopped off your bare feet meeting the pristine, soft square of carpet you stood there relishing in the feeling and preparing yourself for what you were about to do. You strode off the carpet and onto the cool grey wood, you creaked open the bedroom door and looked down the corridor hoping Daddy had finished the work call and was coming to you, he wasn’t. You took one last deep breath collecting every fragment of courage within your little body and walked to his office door, this was the only door in the house that wasn’t a modern slate grey with silver pull handle this door was an aged, sturdy dark teak wood with a golden door knob, and near the top door there was a shiny golden plaque with ‘Study’ engraved on it. This room wasn’t always forbidden, you were allowed in it; just not when Steve was on the phone or had expressed the urgency of a certain piece of work that was due. Now was one of the time you weren’t meant to go in but you were desperate, you were craving him, his scent, his hands, the weight of his body on top of your, his soft hair— You slapped your hands gently against your cheeks you we’re getting distracted you had a mission ‘Distract Daddy’ You grabbed the large golden door knob with you small hand and turned it. It was open!

You slowly inched the door open to see your daddy leaned back in his black leather chesterfield chair, his hand nestled his blonde locks tugging at it, stress presided over his usual smiley face. He was wearing one of your favourite dress shirts, his robin egg blue one that you picked out at the fancy store he took you to—it was tailored to perfection, it displayed his sculpted pecs that you loved to snuggle up to at night and squeezed his brawny arms flawlessly and he paired it with one of his expensive navy ties, you wanted it around your neck to slowly deprive you of oxygen. You slipped into the room and closed the door behind you with a click. Steve’s gaze rose from the paperwork in front of him to meet your wanton stare, he shook his head in return, mouth ‘No’ and removed his hand from his hair to point at the phone that was pressed to his ear “We’ve reviewed the figures, Tony, we believe this deal will be beneficial for us both. The statistics were sent over to Pepper yesterday. They should have been forwarded to you, no and I understand the hesitancy, really I get it.” His eyes remained locked with yours expecting you to leave, but you just sauntered towards him and plopped down in the chair facing him, a devious smile spreading across your face as you swung your legs back and forth like a schoolgirl. His jaw ticked in response, he was already beginning to get angry. It was no secret that your Daddy dislikes Tony Stark, they got on like oil and water, for some reason, but that paired with the disobedience you were displaying was enough for him to start getting agitated—especially when he had no idea what you planned to do “ Let me go get those documents so we can be on the same page, just a moment.” He sets his phone down on the table with a thump and puts his line on mute “Baby girl I’m gonna give you one chance to leave this room before I rain hell down on your poor little bottom. You know the rules, you’re not allowed in Daddy’s office when he’s on a work call.” He warned, his tone edging into an almost growl, but you just smiled.

“I’ll be quiet Daddy, I promise! You’ve been in here for three hours pleaseeee?” You whined shuffling over to his side of the desk and dropping to your knees, you rubbed your head against his midnight blue slacks, you could smell the detergent on them. His warmth seeped through the material onto your cheek and you clasped your hand around his hand dragging it towards your mouth, slipping his thumb in and sucking on it gently letting his blonde hairs tickle the side of your face, your pussy clenched as you remembered the feeling of his fingers inside you bringing you to orgasm, the salty taste of his finger pricked at your tongue. His other fingers stroked your head lovingly

“You gotta be quiet, okay? Pinky promise?” Steve questioned, sceptical about the truth of your promise, you just nodded softly chewing on the digit in your mouth moaning softly.

“Are you still there, Rogers? Are you hiking up Mount Everest for those documents?” Tony’s unamused voice called out, Steve’s attention returned back to his call giving your face intermittent rubs as you sucked on his thumb and snuggled up to his calf. This was nice, your Daddy always ran warm and he was gentle (most of the time) but this isn’t what you came for you wanted your holes filled, you wanted the climax Tony Stark’s stupid business call robbed you of.

Steadily you stood up, Steve stared at you quizzically as you began to clamber into his lap. His face contorted, he looked as if he’d eaten a lemon, his hand that had just been in your mouth gripped the chair's arms rest so harshly you thought he’d rip the leather. You promised to be quiet, not to be still. You sat facing him grinding you hips down on his crotch, you ghosted you hand over his chest, down his arms playing with his arm hair as you came back up to his neck you ran your hands over his freshly shaven face up to his hair which you carded you fingers through attempting to fix the mess his stressful pulling had made then you brought your hands back down to his neck, you caressed his tie with your fingers, drawing random shapes on the the silk before you untied it. Steve threw his head back in annoyance, humming intermittently at whatever Tony was telling him on the phone. He seized one of your thighs, with a bruising grip, in an attempt to keep you still; but this just made you quicken your pace catching your bare clit on his clothes bulge causing you to bite back a moan as the pleasure you had been robbed of began to rise. You scrunched his freshly ironed tie in your hand as you leaned on Steve’s shoulders for support, nipping and sucking at his neck, taking in the smell of his cologne—magnolia and cedar wood— it drove you wild how good he smelt all the time just for you.

Suddenly, Steve’s hand slithered up your body gripping your neck and pushing you back till your spine met his desk. Your eyes met once again, but now his usual kind green eyes were dark and his pupils were shot wide—you’d awakened his dominant side, the card he only pulled when you were getting on his last nerve. You wanted to retreat, but you were still craving his thick cock. Craving how it rubbed all the right places inside you. Craving how with each powerful thrust his tip kissed your cervix, clearing your head of any and all thoughts, you were a slut for his dick and he loved it, just not right now. You grabbed at his arm with both of your hands, you were so small compared to him, he could probably do some damage to you if he really wanted, but Steve was too nice for that and you were going to use that niceness. He pulled you close looking over your shoulder towards his desk, with gritted teeth he began to speak “I’m looking at it. No that’s not correct, the projection was calculated-“ he was cut off by Stark's incessant rambling. You used your chance to unzip his slacks and pull down his boxers, just enough to pull out his hardened cock, Steve hissed in response

You paused for a moment “You okay there?” Stark questioned

“I’m fine, I just kicked the corner of my table. What were you saying about the quarterly?” Steve pinched his nose and sighed

“Maybe you should invest in a bigger desk for your giraffe legs” Stark quipped, you could hear him chuckling at his own joke and you had to bite your tongue to not also laugh at his comment about your daddy having giraffe legs, it was painfully accurate. Maybe Stark wasn’t that bad after all.

“Hardy-har-har.” Steve responded dryly

You took a hold of Steve’s large cock, it always surprised you how he managed to fit inside you. You pressed your pelvis up to his dick, biting your lip when you felt the head touch just below your belly button, you ran your thumb over the weeping head, smearing his pre around his mushroom head. You peered upwards to see Steve’s eyes scrunched tight and his lips pressed together so hard, it looked like he had no lips at all. He began voice shaking “Comparing both of our companies statistics from last year and the start of this year, you can tell that…” he paused. Suppressing a moan as you squeezed his shaft “it would be beneficial for us both, as our earnings are almost equal. But you already know that, Stark.” You shuffled on his lap, turning yourself to face the office door.

Gripping the hard wood table as you rose up on your knees, you ran the head of his cock through your silken folds and then began lowering yourself down. You heard the sound of his thumb smacking the mute button as he let out a husky growl, your walls tightened around his length as you slid further down his length. You gripped the table even tighter “ Daddyyy” you whined, the painful yet pleasurable burn of his thick cock stretching you out made it hard to keep moving, but you continued to take him inside you. Your hand grabbed his tie, which you had thrown down on the desk, and you dangled it behind you “choke me please!” You felt him grab it from you roughly, he began to tie it around your neck tugging at it slightly, depriving you of oxygen briefly to tease you.

His face brushed against your ear, he suckled at the thin skin of your earlobe “I’m going to unmute the phone now. Be quiet and I’ll give you what you want, my naughty little girl.” He demanded playfully, his voice thick with lust, you nodded in agreement and you heard him unmute the phone. You began to move your hips slowly biting down hard on your bottom lip to suppress any moans, in return Steve tugged at the tie around your neck robbing you of air. The feeling was utter ecstasy, you could barely hear Steve talking as you rode him in pure wanton bliss. He loosened the tie, allowing oxygen to flood back into your system, your whole body tingled and the corners of your vision went black for a moment; but you kept rolling your hips back and forth letting your Daddy’s cock rub your sweet spot “no that would be irrelevant, those aren’t the right numbers. I have 75,000 and 90,000 here and a graph with blue and-” once again he was cut off.

“Wait…Excuse me, Rogers, I’ve got the wrong thing in front of me. Give me a minute, let me find it.” You heard Tony sigh, his footsteps getting further from his phone. Steve muted his line again, he pulled at the tie harshly pulling you close to him so your head was on his shoulder

“You’re gonna ride me like your life depends on it, because this call is almost over. And if you don’t cum by the end of it your punishment will be ten times worse, because you would have disrupted me for nothing. Get to riding princess.”

“Yes daddy.” He muttered a ‘good girl’ as you leaned towards the desk, using it as support as you began frantically rising and slamming your hips back down on his lap “Daddy! Please choke me!” You begged as his free hand came down to your clit and began to rub tight circles on the sensitive bud, he yanked the tie once again, spit ran down your chin and tears brimmed your eyes as your lungs emptied of oxygen.

“I found them! They were in the other pile. You still there Rogers?” Tony questioned as he slumped back into his chair.

Steve unmuted the phone “Still here, now then how about the deal? It makes sense to large companies coming together rather than waging war, together we’d have enough combined power to rival Odinsons & co. for more competitive market positions.” He loosened his grip on the tie allowing your to take in some oxygen, your pussy fluttered around him as his fingers diligently teased your clit

“Very true, but if I partnered with Odinsons & co. Then I could take you guys down and you’d no longer be competition, what stopped me from doing that?” You could practically hear the confidence and sass dripping from Starks words

Steve let out a low chuckle “We both know that although Thor is not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to negotiating his brother Loki is unmatched, you wouldn’t get a deal as good as we’re offering you and anyway do you really want to deal with Loki?” Steve questioned giving your pussy a light slap, you almost let out a yelp but you muffled it in your shoulder. You were so close, you tugged at the tie in your daddy’s hand and he began to pull. You pressed your hand firmly to your mouth, to silence the moans that were bubbling in your throat, as you began to ride him with newfound need. The coil inside you was tightening, the pleasure in your hips felt unbearably good to the point that it ached.

“Okay your right, you’re right. I’ll sign. Looking at the schedule Barnes forwarded over, you have an afternoon free this coming Thursday. I’ll be there for 1:30 pm and we’ll sign the contracts. Pleasure doing business with you Rogers.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” You heard the sound of the call end “isn’t that right baby girl. I can feel it, your pussy tightening your legs shaking. Come for me, do it now and maybe your punishment won’t be that bad.” He let out a grunt as his thrust began to match yours, with one final tug on the tie around your neck you practically screamed as you came, your body shaking, your legs twitching and an electrifying aftershock ran through your clit. Steve pressed your head onto the desk, your warm cheek was cooled by the cold wood which glistened with your saliva and tears. He let out an animalistic grunt, as he snapped his hips a few more times before he came inside you, his warm come spread out inside you. He rocked his hips as he came more, and you felt a warm liquid trickle down your thigh.

Steve’s strong hand pulled your face towards his “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at you little brat. Riding my cock while I’m on an important call, you’re in so much goddamn trouble.” He threatened, his tone was primal, he was looking at you as if you were his prey. Your lip trembled and you diverted your eyes. He made your sensitive pussy ache pleasurably and twitch around him.

“But daddy! You left me right before I could cum I’ve been all tingly ever since and toys don’t feel as good as you. I wanted my daddy.” You whined, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout, as he slipped out of you.

“I know angel, I know,” his hand grazed your cheek tenderly, pushing some hair that had become displaced from your bouncing, “I wanted you too but I was on a really important call. But now that it’s over and my greedy little princess has taken what she’s wanted, you should run and hide. You have as long as it takes me to text Bucky about the meeting to hide before I find you and punish you for that little stunt you just pulled.” He threatened, picking up his phone from the desk.

“But daddy…” you whined turning to face him, his gaze was dark and he had already begun texting.

“Run and hide Princess. Because when I find you, and I will find you, your ass and legs are going to be so sore I’ll be carrying you around for the rest of the week.” Steve snarled, looking up from his phone to stare into your innocent teary eyes. His gaze was dark, he was serious. Without a second thought you took off running, you could hear his raspy chuckle from down the hallway. You were in so much trouble.

Ari and reader with the prompt

“ we’re just friends making a baby together “

;)

Now posted is Helping Hand where Ari helps his best friend, Reader, with getting pregnant. Lots of fluff and caring slow sex that becomes needy towards the end.

Thanks for this request and your patience 💕

Monstertober Day 6:

Below the lily pads🪷

Pairing: Swamp monster/Siren!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Non con, death, Dead dove: do not eat, dark!bucky, beefy!bucky, forced breeding, p in v, anal fingering, sex in a forest, sex near a pond, drowning, marking/biting, mentions of blood, scratching, choking, praise, delusional!Bucky, victim!reader

Nicknames: Doll, sweetness, doll face

Word count: 2.1k

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

You plopped down on the couch with a huff, that was the final box. You’d finally finished unpacking everything and now you could relax. You raised your head and glanced into your new garden, which was the woods connected to your property. The sky was dark, aside from the silvery glow of the moon and stars which hung in the velvet blanket of the cobalt night sky—it was going to get way darker. The thought of being unable to see into your backyard, which was now so much larger than before, made your stomach churn “Buy outdoor lights, noted.” You slowly rose from the couch staring suspiciously out into the thicket of dark fir trees, if you stared for long enough you could see movement, one day of being here and your eyes were playing tricks on you already making you paranoid “I’m going to go mental here, aren’t I?” You joked, turning away from the darkness outside your french doors and instead turning your attention to your beautifully lit kitchen. Your stomach rumbled lowly, it was way later than you thought and the day of unpacking had left you famished.

Looking at the contents of your fridge made you sigh, you had enough for a basic meal but nothing fancy. You grabbed the two cloves of garlic you had left, the random half of an. onion and the two tomatoes rolling around freely in the fridge draw and dumped them on the countertop “Pasta it is…Do I even have any pasta.” You stood on your tiptoes opening the cupboard and began to rummage, you had enough spices to open a spice market, stocked up on medications, hot chocolate mix, extra coffee and an assortment of herbal teas, but no pasta. You said a silent prayer as you opened the next cupboard and there it was, a half empty box of spaghetti “Thank all that is holy!” You exclaimed, placing it on the counter as you pulled out a pot and a pan and put it beside the spaghetti. You swayed along to the enchanting sound of man singing as you filled the pot with water and placed it on the stove, it was a song you’d never heard before. You began to hum along, turning to your record player curiously to see what record you’d put on. It wasn’t on. You hadn’t put any records on. There were no houses for miles, you were alone in the middle of the woods; so there was absolutely no way it was from a neighbour. You threw open one of the draws and pulled out the biggest knife you owned, the blade glimmering in the overhead lighting of the kitchen as you held it defensively up in the air. Standing as still as possible, you stopped breathing momentarily to listen, your heart thumping in your ears as you cautiously stepped towards the singing. The sound was coming from outside. Biting down on your lip you tiptoed towards the glass, squinting in an attempt to see outside. You pressed your face to the chilly glass, goosebumps rippling across your skin. You couldn’t see anything but the reflection of your house's Interior.

You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself, as your hand wrapped around the handle of the door, you begrudgingly opened it. Aware of every little sound; the swaying of the trees in the light wind, the metallic tick of the lock as you pushed on the handle, the crunch of leaves as small animals skittered through the woods. Every small noise made the anxiety rising within you worse. “Is anyone out here?” You called. Nothing. The smooth baritone singing continued.

Slipping on the pair of hiking boots you’d left outside to dry, you squeezed the knife; mentally preparing yourself to venture into woods.

You were deep into the forest by now, the singing was getting louder. You were close. “Singing stranger! Your voice is lovely, but this is private property and it’s late. You’re really freaking me out here, so if you could…maybe leave, that would be great.” The singing stopped, leaving you to listen to the soft chirp of crickets. You pushed aside some brambles allowing you to see a clearing and a pond surrounded by overgrown aquatic plants; long, thick brown pond reeds towered tall and piles of bulrush outlined the small waterhole. A small section of the bank was not overtaken by plants, a flat slab of rock that was damp as you advanced towards it bending just enough to swipe your fingers through the moisture. It had no smell, you thought maybe one of the fishes had splashed the water on it. Thinking that brought you solace. Looking closer at the pond, you adored it. It needed work that was for certain but you could definitely clean it up, add some lights around it and place a bench close to it to make it a cute picnic spot. Your shoes sunk into the mud as you crouched down next to the pond, watching as the reflection of the pale moon was distorted in the ripples of the water. You reach towards one of the water lilies, trying not to fall into the pond as you lean forward. The tips of your fingers brush against the soft, yet firm, petals and you try to pinch it between your outstretched fingers to pull it closer. You miss it. You glance down at the bank of the pond before shuffling closer to the edge, you repeat your actions from before but this time you're able to reach. You pull the flower closer, the pink of the petals becoming clearer as the lily pad parts the water drawing closer to you. Something wet and slimy grazes your ankle, making you release the lily, you fall backwards into the mud as you squirm away from the water edge. You let out a scream as a viscid webbed hand seizes your ankle, you kick and squirm against the tight hold.

“There’s no need to be scared, doll. It’s me, the stranger who was singing. You said my voice was beautiful.” From the clear water emerged a man with murky green gils framing his clean shaven face. Despite being in the water his hair was completely dry, the moon casting a blue glow down on his pushed back brown locks. His blue eyes were warm, welcoming and crinkled at the corners from the wide toothy grin stretched across his face, all of his teeth were pointed and curved like a shark. Murky water glided down his defined chest, as if his skin was covered in wax. You laid paralysed in the mud as he used his free hand to prop himself up on the bend of his tail, his scales glinting in the moonlight. Peaking out of the slit below his waist were two erect dicks, tinged green like his scales and ribbed. A bead of precum leaked down from the tip onto the other one below it causing it to twitch in response. You woke from your paralysis, scrambling on to your knees, Bucky lurched forward pushing you back into the mire “Where do you think you’re going, Doll? We haven’t even started yet.” His claw-like nails cut through your shirt and shorts like butter exposing you to the chilly autumn air, his nails scratching your skin deep enough for it to bleed as he cut through your clothes.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You screamed kicking at his muscular tail, Bucky dug his nails into your sides making you yelp in pain—stopping your struggling as you felt the burning pain travel across your nerves.

“Stop struggling, Doll.” He hissed, spit flying into your face. You wiped it away with your arm and turned your head further to look at his face

“Make me.” You spat, grabbing a handful of dirt and throwing it at him. The warmth left his eyes and his smile fell, his cold stare remained locked on you as he slammed your head into the mud. You choked and spat as sludge entered your mouth.

“That wasn’t very nice, sweetness. I know what's best for you, so just lie still.” Bucky warned raking his claws across your back to pull you closer, he held both dicks in his hand lining them up to your hole. You tried to wiggle your hips away from him but he mercilessly slammed into you the tips of his dicks painfully bashing against your cervix as he stretched you open; a dull burn radiating through your waist. Your walls constricted around him trying to force him out of you, he thrusted against the resistance making an agony akin to period camps spread through your stomach. Bile rose in your throat as he continued his pounding, using you like a fleshlight. You felt the tip of his needle-like fingernail pressing against your rose bud, your screams of resistance were muffled by the mud as he forcefully shoved his thumb into your tight ring, a stabbing pain travelling across your back “So tight for me. All for me.” He moaned, draping himself over you and biting into your shoulder blade. White hot pain surged across your back corrupting your senses as white flashed across your vision. You began to struggle with new found vigour. But it was futile his body weight alone kept you pinned to the ground. Bucky’s snake-like tongue lapped at the blood flowing from the teeth shaped puncture wound hungrily. “Taste so sweet, doll. Never gonna let you go, you’re gonna have my babies.You want them don’t you? Want me to make you a Mommy.” Bucky whined, the thrusting of his hip causing more water to slosh out of the pond and splatter against you both.

“No!” You shrieked, hoping that for some reason anyone was in the vicinity to be able to hear you. You couldn’t give a shit if they were trespassing on your property, if they could help you then nothing would matter. He pushed your face deeper into the mixture of mire and swamp water, you dug your hands into the sludge below you endeavouring to not suffocate. You became frantic as you felt the oxygen left in your lungs running low, the taste of mud and swamp water entered your mouth through your nostrils making you gaged as you suffocated. Survival instincts took over your mind, dulling the stabbing pains throbbing throughout your entire body. You needed to get him off, or you were going to die.

“You don’t mean that, Doll, you’ll come to terms with it eventually. You’ll melt when you see how beautiful our children are going to be, I’m going to pump you so full of them. Your stomach is going to swell with our children.” As his thrust became more brutal he lent more of his body weight on your head. Your lungs burned, desperate for air. Your screams making bubbles in the ooze, you were swallowing dirt but all you could think of was survival. Your hands flailed behind you grabbing for the swamp monster, why you felt the firm skin of his torso you dragged your nails across it furiously. Trying to hurt him so he’d get off you. But your attack just fuelled his fire “I didn’t know you liked it rough, sweetness. You should have told me.” He purred, slamming into you with harsh, shallow thrusts. You felt warm puffs of breath against your throat before an intense, excruciating pain shot through your neck; his teeth tore through your skin as he bit down harder and harder tearing the muscles and skin from your throat. You couldn’t even scream, he’d torn out your vocal cords. The warmth of your blood against your freezing skin gave you a small moment of comfort as you felt your life fading away. Your body was so heavy, you couldn’t lift your hands. Your clawing and squirm slowed, the haze in your mind feeling as thick as the mud you were laying in. The pain stopped, everything stopped.

“Doing so good for me, Doll. I’m gonna cum. That’s it, relax for me. That's it. Gonna- ah-” Bucky gave a few more weak, shallow thrusts as his hot seed filled you. He pressed a soft kiss to your bare shoulder, stroking your dirty, wet hair. He let out a soft chuckle “Already asleep. That really took it out of you? Didn’t it, doll face. You did so well.” He whispered, picking up your limp body and turning you to press your face into his chest “I can wait to start a family with you, Doll. You’re gonna be such a good Mommy.”

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🎀 Daddy!Ari Levinson x Naive!Reader Drabble🎀

Warnings: thigh grinding, kind of Dark!Ari, dacryphilia

Nicknames: Doe

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He knows he shouldn’t find this attractive; your big doe eyes filled with tears and your perfect pink lips pouting ever so slightly, as you work yourself up and down his thigh seeking release. He knew he was fucked up for making you do this, but God if it didn’t make him hard. He could feel his dick begging for freedom from his grey sweats, his tip was already weeping and peeking out of the waistband. He thanked God he was wearing a shirt. He wanted to be inside you, to ruin you. But not yet. He had to control himself, the whimper that left your parted lips caused a growl to rise in his throat. He didn’t know how long he could repress the beast within him, with you soaking all the way through your panties and his sweatpants. You were wearing his favourite pair, white with pink, frilly, lace and bows—he’d bought them for you a few weeks ago, the memory of your flushed face when you unwrapped the pink paper the store clerk had wrapped them in flashed in his mind and the growl finally slipped free. You were his pure, timid little Doe and he was a wolf slowly corrupting you—moulding you into his perfect fuck toy. He wanted to taste you, to see if you really tasted as sweet as you looked. He raised his hands, from their place of digging into the couch cushion, to under his shirt you were wearing and sunk them into the supple, warm, resistant flesh of your ass—that he adored so very much. You whined in response, grinding your clit harder into his thick thigh. He loved when you wore his shirts, they were so massive on you and something about seeing you chose to wear something that was his instead of your own itched the primal, possessive part of his brain. His balls ached, as you let out another one of your high pitched moans when you rubbed your bud just right. He bit down on his lip, letting out a muffled curse as he began to bounce the thigh you were sitting on; trying to quicken your release so he could go deal with his own problem. Your tiny hands dug into his shoulders and you tried to hide your adorable, ruined face, he stopped his bouncing and removed his hands from your ass instead cupping your chin with one “Look at me Doe.” He commanded, you obliged meeting his lustful gaze with your fucked out expression.

“Come, need to come, Ari please, it tingles.” You whimper pathetically, humping his leg slowly. He was proud, you were using the word he’d taught you ‘Come’ it sounded so cute coming from your mouth. He grabbed your hips, stopping your movements and you sob in desperation.

“How about I show you another way to come, Doe eyes? How big girls come.” He felt dirty doing this to you, he felt he was corrupting you—his little, innocent Doe but he needed to feel how tight you were, he needed you to clamp around him. He needed to fuck your little brains out.

“I wanna know. Want you to show me.” You demanded, wiping away the tears of ecstasy rolling down your rose tinted cheeks. He could barely contain his excitement as he lifted you up as he stood from the couch, making sure to graze your panty covered clit with his knuckles.

“I’ll show you, Doe. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I can definitely see how you thought it may be Loki and although I love the guy, it not him—all is revealed in ‘Careful what you wish for’ And in the sequel that I’m going to be writing for ‘Shrine built of Lies’, the demon is going to delve out some much deserved payback to Bucky and Steve for being such little cretins and of course she going to get to watch ☺️

Monstertober Day 7:

Shrine built of lies

Pairing: Occultist!Stucky x Victim!/captured!Reader

Warnings: Non con!!!, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Death, reader is a sacrifice, knife play?, mentions of blood, public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, implied cult, mystery demon, choking, blood kink, Dark!Stucky, p in v, oral (male receiving) , spitting in readers mouth, dacryphilia, manipulation, betrayal of trust

Nicknames: Doll, Dove

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Who do you guys think the mysterious demon is? It’ll be revealed tomorrow 😏 and I may make a sequel of this featuring the aftermath and this particular demon 😈

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

From behind your eyelids you can feel a blaring light on your face, your body is uncomfortably warm; sweat rolling down your temple, your clothes damp—sticking to your body almost as if it was a summer afternoon, but it was October. Your mouth feels as if it’s stuffed with cotton wool—you move your tongue around and swallow to generate saliva, but a painful ache radiates in your throat as you do. There’s a mass of indistinct mumbling, so intune that it’s like the thrumming of a hive of bees. You keep your eyes closed, moving your hand across the cool stone feeling a smooth, waxy residue as you soak up the coolness. You don’t remember falling asleep and you definitely weren’t in your house, you think you must have fallen asleep during your lunch break.

Sluggishly you open your heavy eyelids, squinting as the light dominates your vision. Slowly you adjust, opening your eyes fully and you let your eyes wander around you. You’re surrounded by people in black robes, they’re hanging over you; they’re black hoods covering their face as they chant. You’re surrounded by heaps of long, white pillar candles, the hot wax dripping onto the stone slab you were laid on. You try to move your arm but the jangle of a chain pauses your movements, the copper scent of your own blood reaches your nose; your wrists are rubbed raw from you moving in your sleep. The people stop chanting and begin to shuffle away from you, moving as if they are all sewed together—so synchronised that it’s horrifying. As they move away you can see more of your surroundings. Intricately carved, Chalky, white pillars decorated with crooked crosses and dripping taper candles. You were in a cathedral, facing the massive wooden doors. The people at your feet began to part, allowing you to see two men approaching briskly. Their black robes more ornate than the others; decorated with silver and red embroidery, jewels and rosaries. At the bottom of the altar they split, one going to your left, the other going to your right. They pushback their hoods allowing you to see their faces, your eyes go wide.

“Hiya, Doll.” Bucky’s familiar smooth Brooklyn accent reaches your ears, and even though you’re chained to an altar, in clothes that are not your own and he and Steve are more than likely responsible. Your face burns and you begin to tingle, your hole fluttering in response to his voice.

“Did you have a nice nap, Dove? You made our coffees just how we like them, you were so preoccupied that you didn’t even notice Buck slipping something into your own drink.”

They were responsible.

You knew they were, but hearing Steve confess made the betrayal sting just a bit more. As if they were twisting the knives they’d both stabbed in your back. You had made these two coffee everyday for almost two months straight, you got to know about their childhoods; how Bucky used to protect Steve when he was scrawny and used to get into street fights, you learnt they joined the military together and now they lived together. You trusted them. They were the favourite part of your shift and now they've betrayed you. The guilt took the form of a lump in your throat as tears brimmed your eyes. You thought they liked you, you thought they were flirting with you—that they wanted you to be a part of their lives. Tears rolled down your burning cheeks “Don’t cry, Doll, you’re safe. You’re with us Steve and Bucky, history professor and personal trainer. That’s the lie we told you wasn’t it? Or was that the last one?”

“Aw Buck, look at her. Her whole world’s fallin’ apart. Be gentle with her, or don’t it’ll be more fun if you’re not.” This Steve was completely different from the bashful, kind man who frequented the coffee shop you worked at. They both were, they were completely different, the dichotomy was terrifying. The fact they had both been so deceitful and created completely alternate personalities just to be able to kidnap and kill you for some freaky cult made the anguish inside you boil into indignation.

“What the fuck is going on!?” You screeched the venom left from their treachery laced in your words.

Bucky slaps you harshly across the face “Don’t use that type of language. Doll. It’s not ladylike, and it’s especially inappropriate in this place of worship. This is a sacred place for the Holy Army of Hydra. We didn’t lie completely, after all we were in the army and now we’re in a different kind of army.”

One of the cloaked followers breaks from the line and scuttles over to Steve, whispering into his ear “Bucky, it’s almost time. We need to start the ceremony soon, or it’ll be too late.”

“What ceremony?”

“That's why you’re here, Doll, you’re our virgin sacrifice that we’re going to corrupt and then offer to our Lord.” Your mouth hung open as you stared at him wide eyed in disbelief. Bucky stroked his rough knuckles against your soft cheek as he shushed you “Shhh, there’s no need to be scared, Doll. You’re gonna be helping us and you’ll feel so much pleasure before we end your pathetic, meaningless little life. All you did with your life was make coffees for minimum wage, you won’t miss livin’ much.” His honeyed words only made your eyes leak more, he gave you a twisted smile as you began to sniffle your tears turning into full on sobs “Keep going you're makin me harder. I love it when they cry.”

“You’re so pretty when you cry, little Dove. I just wanna hit you more. Maybe strangle you, watch you choke on your own congealed spit and tears.” You shied away from his touch as he reached for your neck, but you couldn’t go far thanks to your restraints “Just one of my hands fits around your entire neck” he gave a little squeeze, smirking as you coughed and then he flashed the warm smile he gave you when he first entered the coffee shop two month prior. The smile that made you instantly fall in love with him, the smile you saw in your dream when you imagined your future with them both. He gave you that smile and tightened his grip, they both laughed as you flailed your arms about—trying to reach him to get him to stop, as you began to choke feeling all the oxygen quickly drain from your lungs. You were gasping for air like a fish out of water and then he let go “Breathe. You’re gonna need it, Dove.”

“And Now loyal followers! We will begin the ritual, close the circle around us. Don’t let go of each other's hands or you’ll make our Lord angry, so no matter what you must hold hands and not break the chant. Begin.”

Bucky ran his hand across the smooth surface of the altar as strode to where your feet were. He climbed on to it, using his strength to bend your legs at the knee, even despite your resistance, and positioned himself between your legs. The white chemise bunch at your hips leaving your bare pussy on display for all to see. “You’re dripping for us, Doll. Do you like being watched? Do you like being captured and held against your will? Does the prospect of being released from the painful existence of this mortal coil excite you?” You furiously shook your head, biting on your lip to suppress a whimper as he ran a hot finger through your folds “Your body is honest, why aren’t you?” He held out his slick covered fingers to Steve and he gladly took them into his mouth.

“So tasty, Dove.” He praised, turning your head on its side to face him “Open your mouth, suck me off. No teeth.” Hesitantly you opened your mouth, Steve slapped his dick against your cheek leaving sticky precum on your in it’s wake before shoving his full length down your throat. You gaged around him, making your throat restrict around him; you could feel every single vein on his shaft and you felt it twitch as you gagged again. Steve groaned in response, taking a handful of your hair as leverage as he abused your throat.

The pain in your jaw was overridden by the blistering ache of Bucky’s thick dick splitting you open. You choked as you tried to scream, digging your nails into Steve’s thigh till you drew blood. The action only made him quicken his thrusts.

“Fuckkk. She feels like silk, Stevie”

Steve swiftly pulled his member out of your mouth and walked over to the end of the altar behind Bucky, his throbbing, wet dick bobbing against his pelvis as he walked. “Change position, I want to feel you around me.” Steve orders, the dominance in his words making the man tearing you apart bite his lip. He complied, shifting his position of being crouched on his knees, to him placing one hand next to your head and using the other to drag your legs around his hips; so he could still thrust into you whilst presenting himself to the approaching blonde. Steve crawled behind him kneeling down, he spat on his fingers and smeared it on Bucky’s clenching rosebud, giving Bucky the care and gentleness that the brunette had skipped over before he shoved himself inside you. “That’s it, open up for me Buck. You’re always so tight when I fuck whilst you’re getting your cock squeezed.” Bucky choked out a moan as Steve scissored his fingers, his thrusts stopped momentarily when Steve slipped inside.

His fist next to your head pounded into the hard stone of the altar as he let out a low moan “God, Steve…F-feels great. She’s really squeezing now, do you like watching Steve fuck me, you little pervert?” His tittering was cut short as Steve began to thrust, making his hips involuntarily move in tandem. The chant of the cultist faded to white noise as pain eventually became pleasure. Bucky’s thrust became less brutal and more loving as Steve thrusted into him slowly and rhythmically, his hands caressing Bucky’s body over the robe. A pleasurable heat swept through you, your clit tingling as Bucky puffed warm breathes down onto you “Get lost in the pleasure, it’s not so bad after all is it.”

“I-I h-hate you.” You whined as the head of Bucky’s cock nudge against the sweet spot inside you. Your mouth opened in a silent wail and Bucky spat into your open mouth.

“Swallow my spit. Be- ah Be grateful.” He scowled at you as he waited expectantly, you did as he said swallowing down his spit “Such a good Doll.” He cooed, his praise made you keen and tighten. Bucky slammed into you brutally, chuckling at your yelp. You were so embarrassed, but God if it didn’t feel good. You had completely forgotten about the circle of chanting people surrounding you. The only thing that existed right now was Bucky, Steve and the pleasure they were drawing from you.

“cummming! Gonna cum!” You exclaimed feeling the heated tingle in your lower belly becoming unbearable.

“Cum. Do it. Make Buck cum, so he can make me cum.” Steve’s deep commanding voice was the final push you needed for your eyes to roll back into your head and your pussy to constrict around Bucky making him cum with a whimpered fuck, pouring so much of his hot cum into you that it began to leak from adding to the puddle of your juices below your hips. Steve wasn’t far behind; forcing Bucky back into his hips with such force you thought he’d dislocate his hip as he came.

Your vision slowly returned, and just as you were no longer seeing only white, from seemingly nowhere Bucky pulled out a highly decorated, sharp dagger and carved a heart into your chest. You yanked at your restraints screaming like a banshee as the knife cut through your flesh, the agony only intensified when Bucky dipped his head and sucked at the fresh wound. He pulled away, licking the blood from his lips, as if it were simply red wine. Steve leaned over towards Bucky, capturing his blood stained lips in a passionate kiss. Moaning as the metallic taste of your blood entered his mouth, his scar littered hands take hold of the dark fabric of Bucky’s robe pulling him closer so he can devour Bucky’s lips; his tongue searching for traces of your blood whilst entangled with Bucky’s. Steve breaks the kiss, leaving Buck a panting mess on top of you, and he dips his head down to the incision Bucky made over your heart sucking blood from the leaking wound like a starved animal making you scream as he pulls at the damaged skin with his teeth. Bucky cards his fingers through Steve’s golden hair as he feasts “That’s it Stevie drink your fill, she tastes so delectable doesn’t she?” Steve hums in response sending vibrations through the throbbing cut making you squeal “You need to stop so she doesn’t pass out before the ritual is complete.” He tries to remove Steve but he growls at Bucky giving him a dark, animalistic scowl as he digs his nails into the skin of your arm “Punk. I said let go.” Bucky yanks his hair making Steve stop and come up from your chest, his face smeared with your blood.

“I’m hungry, Buck. Her blood is so fucking good. I’m hard again.” He mumbles, taking his hard cock into his hand and pumping it.

Bucky slips off the altar and pulls Steve close, running his tongue across Steve’s bloodied cheek and then starts sucking your blood out of his beard; whilst rubbing the pad of his thumb across the slit of Steve’s dick. “They’ll be time to feast on her more later…and take care of other things, but right now we need to complete the ritual. Practice patience, like the Lord commands.” They parted ways again, both returning to their respective places—Bucky on your left, Steve on your right. They both took hold of the dagger, raising it high so the warm light of the candles cast fragments of light around the cathedral

“Please! No! Please!” You cry, whimpering as you try to curl your body away from the path of the knife.

“May our Lord receive our offering.” They both chant, plunge the knife into your throat. Steve immediately lets go, but Bucky pulls out the knife and makes a slit horizontally across your neck. Blood spurts in streams from your neck, like an elegant fountain in a town plaza. The men chanting raise their heads and push back their hoods—moving in unison. They all collect some of your blood onto their fingers and draw a symbol on their foreheads “May our lord receive our offering.” They drone simultaneously. A cold rush of air blows through the cathedral, all the candles blow out leaving them in utter darkness.

“James. What’s going on?” Steve’s voice quivers as he asks, turning his face towards Bucky to try and look into his eyes from comfort. It was impossible to see.

“I don’t know. Steven. None of this shit is meant to be real.” He spat, nerves sending a wave of goosebumps across his skin. His hand sought for Steve’s, entwining his fingers with his for some security. He knew Steve was going to be pissed at him, he thought it was all real after all. It was meant to be fake and only Bucky was meant to know that.

Steve opened his mouth to speak but a booming voice began “Your Lord has arrived. I thank you for the gifts, but I think I want a few more. Maybe all of your souls will suffice.”

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best kinktober-monstertober is your in this whole app u leave half written or just stop writing a story its a responsible behaviour love you

Anon I’m gonna be honest here, I have no idea what this means. But thank you? I think…

I don’t know, Lovely, but when you find out take me with you 🙇🏼‍♀️

꒰ঌI’ll wait, Angel໒꒱

Pairing: Boyfriend!Ari x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: virgin!reader, no p in v, size kink, scent kink, reader is waiting till marriage, coming in between her folds, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fluff, mentions of Hockey player!Ari, Beefy!Ari (6,4), Soft!Ari, sickeningly sweet

Nicknames: Angel, Doe eyes, Doe, Bambi

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: This idea came from @junipermuses when she wrote this request 🫣

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

“I Need you Angel.” The desperation in his tone is unmistakable as he tosses down his gym bag and hockey stick at the entrance of the bedroom. His hair is still a little bit damp from the shower he routinely takes after practice and he seems exhausted, yet his wandering gaze full of lust tells a different story. You let you own eyes wander, raking your gaze over his exposed beefy arms and then further down to his grey sweatpants where a prominent tent is forming between his thick thighs.

You lean over and place your phone on the nightstand, picking up the two bunny plushies Ari had bought, Hops and Thumper, and also placing them on the nightstand, but making sure to turn them around. They didn’t need to see what Ari was about to do to you “How was practice?” You ask innocently as Ari stalks closer, peeling off his grey sleeveless crew neck, throwing it in a corner of the room.

“It went well. Curtis got knocked onto his ass by Bucky, he was pissed. Steve’s been teaching Buck to be more assertive, he almost kicked all of our asses today.” He recounts in a low whisper, crawling across the mattress towards you. He looms over you, raking his eyes over every part of your exposed and unexposed skin; he licks his plump, pink lips like an animal preparing for a meal. His eyes linger at your clavicle and neck before falling to the swell of your breasts, then down further to your hips and exposed thighs. “I outskated Steve today, probably a fluke, but it felt good to finally have a one up on him and Ransom didn’t show up again, he’s gonna get kicked off the team at this rate.” You chuckle at Ari’s small victory, he’s always trying to one up Steve. They act like siblings half the time.

“I’m glad you had a good day. Wish I could have seen Steve’s face when you beat him.” You knew you’d congratulate him better later on, but at the moment Ari seemed preoccupied with his own mission. He runs his giant hands over the white lace that borders the camisole tenderly, before moving to stroke across the silky baby pink material of the rest of the nightie tracing the outline of your body with his hands till he reaches the hem half way down your thigh.

“It was great. But do you know what’s better? You. Your body. I’ve been thinking about you all day, Angel, and to come home and see you in the middle of our bed—in this sexy little chemise is making me feel even better than when I won against Steve. I need you so badly, little Doe.” Ari growled, his large hands bunching your night dress at your hips—as he bends your knees so he can open your legs—revealing your lacey, white underwear with an incriminating damp spot on the silky fabric. Ari takes two fingers and teases at the wet patch, pressing and stretching the fabric with his fingers. He sandwiches your clit between your fingers squeezing it lightly, before rubbing his thumb against the covered button making your insides ache at the promise of the fact that his thick, deft fingers would soon be plunged deep within you. You squirm away slightly from his pleasurable touch, covering your face with your fisted hands and attempt to close your thighs around him. Ari only needs one of his powerful hands to keep your thighs open as he uses his other hand to take a handful of your ass and drag you back towards him “Don’t run from me, Doe eyes. Take all the pleasure I give you.” He pulls you panties down and tosses them to join his crew neck in the corner.

His fingers stretch your tight hole and he inserts them, you’re soaking for him “So tight for me, Angel, always so so tight even when you’re naughty little hole is dripping for me.” He cooes, angling his fingers to rub against the sensitive spongy spot within you. He targets that spot as he fucks his fingers into you. Your pussy sucks his fingers back inside as he pulls them out, not all the way, stopping when the tips of his fingers are the only part remaining inside you. You let out a choked needy sob; pushing your hips against Ari’s stationary fingers, beckoning him to move. “Please Bear!” You keen, your core fluttering around his fingers. His cock twitched at the nickname and he obliges driving his fingers back into you with the addition of another, the burn his thick fingers stretching you open made your nerves buzz. The heat in your tummy builds until your body convulses as you reach climax. Your back arches off the bed; you grab at the pillows behind you squeezing them in your tight grip, your knuckles turning white as you wail and hump his still postponing fingers “So good Ari” you choke, coming down from your high. He takes your hand into his, placing a kiss on the promise ring on your finger and brushes your soft skin against his beard.

“I’m gonna fuck your folds now, Angel, okay?” He thinks for you, running his bulbous, leaking head through your silken folds. Ari bites his lower lips in concentration as he holds the fat base guiding his length, using all the willpower inside of him to not slip inside you. Just imagining how tightly your precious little hole would clamp around him was enough to push him near climax “God, Angel, I can’t wait until I can actually put it in you. It’s gonna go so deep, it’s gonna fill your tight little hole so well.” he briefly rubs the head against your clit and you whimper at the teasing motion. He moves forward slightly, just enough to rest the base of his cock at your enterance and hover his whole cock over your stomach “Fuck. It’s so big compared to you.” Ari holds your face in his hand, the cool metal of the promise ring pressing against your hot skin as he does, and strokes his large thumb over your reddened cheeks. He lowers his face to yours and places a gentle kiss on your lips “I bet you can’t wait either, right my sweet Angel?”

You run your tongue over your lower lip and nod timidly “Can’t wait to be with you forever.” You whisper next to his ear, nuzzling your nose into the area under his jaw, the edge of his thick beard tickling your cheek; you take a deep breath in letting the scent of Ari replace all the oxygen in your lungs. He smelt strongly of magnolia and vanilla, with a tinge of musky sweat that remained from hockey practice. The image of Ari in his hockey gear enters your mind; his muscular frame straining against the mesh of his jersey, the size of his already big hands exaggerated by the bulky, padded gloves—you remember the time he let you try them on, two of you fingers fit in one of the finger holes— Going to any of his games was a struggle, he always had you sat in the front and you had full view of your boyfriend as he glided across the ice with ease; dominating the rink and intimidating the other team, when he came at them at full speed while defending. You could barely focus on the game, only on the face Ari made whilst in a state of extreme focus—it made your whole body burn seeing just how skilled he was, just how hot he was in his gear. Your mind elsewhere, as you wonder about which jockstrap he was wearing under all those layers.

You’re pulled out of your fantasies, by Ari pinching and twisting your nipples that had stiffened into hard peaks. You whine as props himself up on his knees and slots himself fully between your legs, Ari pulls down both of the straps of your nightgown and holds your breasts in his two hands “Perfect size Angel. You drifted back to me from your little imagination yet?” Your moan in response doesn’t satiate him “Speak to me Bambi.” He demands. That nickname… all because you looked like a newborn deer when he first tried to teach you to skate.

He squeezes the soft, warm flesh of your tits in his hands “Ari, want you to move pleaseee.” You cry rolling your hips into his dick that’s resting between you puffy folds, he obliges dragging his length through your dripping lips his heavy balls slapping against you ass as he quickens his pace, ensuring the head of his cock stimulates your throbbing pearl with every thrust. Something about the debaucherous wet sounds of his cocksliding through you folds made it all seem so sinful, you were so happy that Ari was surprisingly fine with waiting till marriage to go all the way with you; but by God if he didn’t make it hard with the way that he completely destroyed you without ever even entering you. Your thighs shake slightly and jostle into Ari, he hisses in response “Bear, are you okay?” You ask, moving your legs away from the spot they had just come in contact with.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Bucky just bashed into me a little too hard during practice” your eyes glance down at his hip and you see the beginnings of a bruise blossoming on his slightly tanned skin “Don’t worry I’ll be fine, you should worry about yourself right now though, Bambi.” Ari’s thumbs roll over your pebbled nipples as he rolls his hip slowly, relishing in your soft moans before driving his hips into yours vehemently a growl leaving his lips when he catches on your hole, it doesn’t slide in only nudges it and you wail in response the action making you even more plaint under his touch and stokes the pleasurable fire, burning hotter and hotter inside you.

You feel Ari’s cock twitch as he rubs against your clit. He takes his length into his hand, fisting his cock as he rubs your clit with his other hand. Your eyes glaze over as you feel the pressure building in your belly yet again. You whine as the coil within you breaks, raising your hips off the mattress like a woman possessed, and shoving your face into the pillows to muffle your cries as your legs shake with the pleasure wracking your body. The sight of you coming undone below him sends him over the edge, Ari throws his head back “Fuck fuck fuckkk.” Letting out a guttural string of curses as he comes, hot ropes of cum spurting out onto your mound and in between your folds. Through hooded eyes he looks down at the mess he made, smirking at the glistening white come decorating your cunt

“So beautiful Angel, like heaven.” He groans, Ari’s head dips between your legs, as he begins to lick and suck the mess of both your arousals out of your cunt; the bristly hair of his thick beard scratching the supple skin of your inner thighs as he laps at you. His tongue grazes your sensitive clit and your hands fly to his hair in an attempt to pull him away from the area; but he takes the bud into his mouth and sucks, looking up at you through his lashes as he does. You gasp as he suck’s ferociously at your clit, you can’t take another orgasm but you were still overly sensitive from your last orgasm. He burrows his tounge inside your, devouring your still clenching hole moaning as he slurps and sucks yours and his juices. He returns to your clit, flicking his tongue against the abused nun before taking it back into his mouth. You see plasmic stars burst behind your eyelids, turning everything behind your eyes into a white abyss as you squirt on his face. He lets go of your clit with a pop, a devilish grin spreading across his reddened, wet lips “You’re sensitive aren’t you little Doe.” Your head is so addled by pleasure that you barely hear him, but you squeak out a yes and he rises from the apex of your thighs and lays down on the bed beside you. He cuddles you close to his chest and uses his long arms to retrieve both bunnies, placing them above your head on the pillow. Ari strokes your hair with his hand as you nudge impossibly closer into his hairy chest, breathing in his scent trying to memorise it.

His warmth envelopes you completely as you lock your arms around his strong back, brushing your hand over the corded muscle of his broad shoulders “I love you, Bear.” Your whispered confession muffled by his chest, he heard you.

“I love you too, and I’ll wait as long as you need, Angel, even after marriage. Whenever you’re ready.”

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Santa Claus is coming to town 🎅🏻🎄

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: p in v, vibrator, allusions to breeding, squirting, overstimulation, kind of ddlg dynamic

Nicknames: Doe, Doe eyes, Little one, Good girl, Santa

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas or if you don’t celebrate I hope you’ve just had a nice December.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭༺

A distant rustling woke you from your slumber and groggily you turned over, swiping your hands across the tepid mattress searching for the bulky warmth that was your boyfriend, Ari, but no matter how far you reached you couldn’t feel him. His side of the bed was noticeably vacant of his large bear-like form.

Finally you opened your eyes, confirming what you had been feeling. Ari’s side of the bed was empty; warm, but empty. Squinting your eyes you cast your gaze over to your bedside table, moving aside the tiny Christmas tree to see the bright digital clock displaying that it was almost 1 am and was now officially Christmas.

Slowly you peeled the hefty, comfy quilt off of you, slipped on your reindeer slippers that matched Ari’s and shuffled in darkness towards the bedroom door. Creaking it open cautiously, the warm, yellowish light of the hallway poured into the dark room bedroom and temporarily blinded you. When your eyes finally adjusted to the brightness you peaked your head out of the door, swivelling it to search for Ari. Then you heard the rustling again coming from the living room and it clicked. Ari was putting out the presents, he had told you the day before that he wasn’t going to put the presents out because he knew you’d snoop “I wasn’t born yesterday, Sugar. I know if I put those presents out and leave the room you’ll be shaking them up and down and trying to peek at what Santa got you. You have to be patient, or you’ll get put on the naughty list and I have no problem replacing all the gifts with coal.” You stepped back into the bedroom standing there in the darkness staring at the vacant bed, you knew you should probably go back to sleep, but you knew without Ari there the possibility of going back to sleep now was zero to none. You’d be tossing and turning until he climbed back into bed an curiosity of what all the presents looked like under the tree was making you even more impatient. You grabbed one of your teddy bears from the bed, tucking it under your arm and fiddling with the soft fur of the paw, if you were going to get told off by Ari for being up so late, you were going to need moral support.

Stepping out into the hallway, you stood in place for a moment listening. You could hear the low timbre of Ari’s voice as he hummed Christmas songs. You avoided all the creaking floor boards while you tiptoed over to the living room; peering round the corner you saw your six foot four boyfriend in a tight Santa suit, his muscular arms tensed as he held a stack of presents, placing them neatly under the tree. You unconsciously let out a small giggle at the sight before you, and that’s when you knew you were absolutely caught. You dropped your bear as you covered you mouth, Ari span around on the ball of his heel. His brows were furrowed, eyes dark and his plump, pink lips were turned down in a frown “You’re not meant to be up right now, little Doe” His was low, he didn’t sound genuinely angry and the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth was a dead giveaway that he had absolutely expected for you to wake up and find him like this. But you decided to play along, after all you were tired and you did truly just want to find Ari so he could gently rock you, stroke your hair and hum you to sleep.

“I heard a noise; you weren’t in bed so I wanted to come investigate.” You mumbled, turning your gaze downward in an attempt to calm how heated your cheeks were getting just from looking into Ari’s eyes. You crouched down picking up your teddy, holding it tightly to your chest as you played with a lock of your hair.

“I think someone was just being a bad girl and was trying to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus.”

“Just missed you, Ari, promise.” You pouted, shuffling over to him hugging him tight, burying your face into his tight Santa costume; breathing in his scent, he smelt of warm vanilla, sugar cookies and bourbon. The smell of him just made you nuzzle against him more, he smelt so delicious and felt so warm, it was making your head go all fuzzy. You could feel the warmth of your cheeks slowly finding its way between your legs, making your pussy tingle as you grew more desperate for friction.

“I don’t think you’re telling the full truth, Doe eyes, is someone getting all hot down there.” One of Ari’s hands that was wrapped around your waist slipped down between your legs and began rubbing your wet slit through your panties. “You’re so wet already. You know, you can try to lie to me, but your body always tells me the truth. And it’s telling me that someone wants to have some fun with Santa that would not land them on the Nice list.” He taunted in a velvety tone.

“But I’ve been good all year, Daddy.” You murmured, looking up at him with your best puppy eyes as you squeezed him.

He rolled his eyes at your attempts “I can’t attest to that, Doe. You’ve been pretty naughty and you’re gonna have to make up for snooping, little one, or Santa might just have to take all the presents back and replace it with coal.” Ari released you walking over to the rocking chair next to the fireplace and plopping down on it. He clapped his hands on his thighs “Come take a seat on Santa’s lap, then we'll see about getting you put back on the Nice list.” Hesitantly you began to go towards Ari, his dark, stormy eyes watching your every move a you made your way to him. He shuffled forward, taking hold of your hips and lifting you up on to his lap so that your feet were dangling. “The cookies you made were great, no wonder you wouldn’t let me try them when they first came out of the oven I would have eaten them all there and then. They went great with the milk, although I did add my own little twist.” Ari let out. Low chuckle, reaching up towards the mantel to retrieve the engraved flask you had gifted him for his birthday last year. He unscrewed the cap slowly, letting you watch the tendons and veins move under the rough skin of his knuckles as he opened it, taking a long swig “I’d give you some, but Bourbon isn’t for little ones like you. Sorry, doe.” He drank the remaining contents of the flask, you were entranced by his Adams apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he drank, it was almost hypnotising. He dropped the now empty flask on the floor. Ari’s large hands took hold of your hips, repositioning you so his thigh was slowed in between your legs. He lifted up his T-shirt that you were wearing and pulled at the band of your panties “You won’t be needing these” You moved to take your panties off; he pushed your hand away and tore through the fabric “Perfect, easy access.”

“I could have just taken them off, you can’t keep ding this every time; at this rate I’ll have no panties left.”

“Good Then I can have you walking around the house always ready for me.” He brushed aside some of your hair, pressing his scratchy beard against the shell of your ear, making you squirm on his thigh “Always dripping, ready to be filled by me.” His hot breath fanned against your face, he smelt of alcohol but you felt like the one intoxicated—intoxicated by his words, his scent, how he manhandled you like you weighed nothing to him. He stroked his hand up your sides, massaging your breast briefly before returning them to their place at your hip and he began moving you up and down his thick, muscular thigh. Holding you still occasionally to grind your clit against him, watching you with lust blown eyes as you bite down on your bottom lip to conceal your moans “I want to hear you, show me how good I’m making you feel.” A strained moan escaped your lips. Ari began to Bounce the thigh you were sitting on to encourage you to move faster “That’s a good girl, keep grinding on Santa’s lap. I can feel you slick making my trousers all damp.” He could feel his dick pressing against his boxers, begging to be freed. He could only hold on for so much longer with you above him crying out for him so prettily. Then he stopped your squirming, your eyes flying open in surprise.

“Why’d you stop? Wanna keep going, so close.” You whined, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks as you pushed down on his shoulders to try and move, but you couldn’t overcome his strong grip at your waist.

“Go get the pink present from under the tree. I’ll let you open it early. Only that one though, no other one’s.” As you slipped down from his lap your legs were still shaking as you came down from the high from your almost orgasm. Ari grabbed your arm pulling you up, just before you fell to the floor, and quickly switched to hold you in place with two firm hands on your hips “I got ya, Doe. My little one can’t even walk because of the pleasure I just gave her. Do you want some help going to get the present?”

“I got it, Santa.” Replied in a sing song voice

“Good girl, go on.” He gave your ass a gentle swatt as you stumbled towards the tree. You bent over as searched through the presents makin sure your dripping pussy was on display for him and then you finally found a small present wrapped in sparkly, pink, festive wrapping paper. You held it up to him, searching for approval and he gave a small nod “That’s the one, bring it over. You're gonna sit on my lap as you open it.” You did just as he said, wandering back over to him and clambering into his lap. He took a handful of your ass, giving it a squeeze. You looked to him for permission before opening it. “Well, open it.” He ushered. You beamed at him as you began to tear the pink paper to reveal a golden box, you opened the top and sat inside was a pink bullet vibrator on a pile of tissue paper “I thought it was time I got you a new one; it’s more colourful than the boring black one you have and this one has way more speeds with Bluetooth connection.” He took it from the box, pinching it between two of his fingers, and pulled out his phone tapping at it to make the vibrator spring to life “Are you ready?” He questioned, you nodded taking ahold of his shoulder to steady yourself. You squeak out a high mewl as he presses the vibe firm against your clit, before bringing it down; slipping it between your pussy lips, teasing you, watching as you nibble on your lip in anticipation for the blissful heat of to return to your clit. Ari let’s a satisfied smile stretch across his lips, before he drags it back over to your clit making you rock your hips greedily trying to chase the pleasurable sensation sprouting in your tummy. the vibration gets higher, the buzzing gets louder, the pleasure gets heightened as he plays with the setting on his phone. A satisfied grin spreading across his lips “Never in my life have I made such a worthwhile purchase. I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He began to suck on the shell of your ear, chortling briefly as he changed the pattern and speed once again as the vibration from the vibe at your clit gets stronger your whines become more broken and desperate.

“How about we go to the finally setting, so you can really test your present out.” Ari cranked up the vibration one finally time to the max setting. You began writhing on his lap, crying out and bucking your hips with wild abandon to chase the pleasure that’s building inside of you as he presses the vibrator just right against your sensitive pearl.

Then he removed it from your clit, stealing your orgasm from you just as you rested on the precipice. Ari slid the vibe into you, guiding it with his fingers to place it directly against the spongy sweet spot inside, the vibration against your inner walls “I’ll be the one to finish you off.”

“Is someone- ah! Getting jealous?” You manage to piece the words together in spite of the ecstatic y clouding your thoughts.

“Never. I know I can destroy you, even without the help of our little friend inside of you. You know it as well, or will I have to re teach you after this?” His voice grew lower, nearing a growl. He meant it as a warning, you knew that, but you knew considering the season he’d let you off. Just this once.

“Maybe later.” You quip, digging you nails into his clothed shoulders for support as you moved in time with his pistoning fingers. He pressed his large thumb to your clit drawing tight circles, adding fuel to the already blazing fire inside of you.

“I want you to cum.” He slipped the vibe out and pressed it to your clit once more and the strong thrumming electricity was all you needed to have you throwing you head back and screaming his name as your orgasm washed over you like a wave at high tide.

“More. Want more.” You cried pressing your chest against against Ari’s leeching the heat radiating off of him.

“I’m gonna give you more, my greedy little doe.” Ari pulled off his T-shirt from your body and threw it onto the couch. He cupped your breast with his hands, pinching your nipples with one hand and taking your other in his mouth; sucking it, circling the hardened nub with tongue. You trailed your hands from his shoulders up to his head and buried your fingers.

“Ari! Please, I want you inside of me!”

“Your wish is my command.” Ari slides his cock threw your folds briefly and then slipped inside. You whimpered at the pleasurable burn of Ari stretching you open, filling you so completely. His pace started slow, but he quickly began thrusting much faster and rougher. You rolled your hips into his thrusts trying to keep in time with the pace Ari setting as he circled your clit with the pink vibe. He slowed pulling out slowly before slamming back inside making a surprised high pitch yelp escape your lips. Ari’s hips stilled “Tell me how good I’m making you feel or I won’t keep moving.”

“Please. It feels so good! You’re the only one who can make me feel this way.” You keened, trying your hardest to focus on him and not let your eyes roll back.

“Good girl.” He rasped, angling his hips to hit the sweet spot directly inside of you.

You choke on your words, hands gripping hard on to the costume, clenching large fistfuls of the fabric as you cry out his name, then the warm and familiar sensation of orgasm blooms across your abdomen reaching an impossible high, you were going to come again, but this time was different you could feel a foreign pressure building in your abdomen “Ari!”

“Let it go. Come for me. I’m so close, just need your tight walls milking my cock one last time to get me there.” He groaned

“I’m gonna- gonna ahhh!” Ari’s low, husky timbre brought you to climax, but as you let go letting the pleasure bulldoze over you felt a hot liquid spray out of you, dripping down on to Ari’s thighs.

“Fuckkk you squirted all over me. You’re so fucking sexy.” He finally removed the vibrator, dropping it to the floor and grabbing your hips with both hands as he pulled you down onto his cock with newfound vigour “Is that what I do to you? Make you all fucking messy? God I’m gonna come, gonna stuff you full of me. We might even have a little Christmas miracle from this. You’d like that.” Ari’s groans melted into desperate moans as he rutted into you releasing inside of you. He paused before he bucked his hips a few times to offset the quivering of his legs from his high.

“Felt good.” You purred, leaning against his chest and fiddling with his beard. Ari lifted you up and you felt all of his seed begin to leak out of you as he placed you back on his knee.

“Here, I left one cookie for you and there’s still some milk, there’s no bourbon in it.” Ari held the cookie out to you and you took a bite, he then pressed the cup of milk to your lips and you held on to his arm as you drank the milk using it to wash down the cookie.

“They still taste pretty good, but they do go better with hot chocolate.”

“That would be too much sugar right now, little one.” He cooed, placing the cookie and milk back down on the table so he could cradle you closer to his chest. You listened to the calming, thumping rhythm of his heart as he pushed slightly rocking the rocking chair gently, whilst stroking your hair “You did so good, little Doe. I think I can officially put you back on the nice list.” His voice was just above a whisper—soothing, calm and only a tad sarcastic. But he was trying his best not to diminish the tiredness that was slowly building inside of you.

“Does that mean I can open my presents?” You laughed, fighting the urge to close your eyes and fall asleep in his protective, comforting embrace.

“Don’t be cheeky, it’s not time for that yet. You still need to get the rest of your beauty sleep, I’m surprised you have any energy after all that.”

You let out a small yawn, shuffling to be able to lean your head against Ari’s broad shoulder “Got lots of energy.” You protested, pouting slightly.

“That cute little yawn you just let out would say otherwise. Come on, Doe, it’s time for bed. Oh, and Merry Christmas.”

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