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Kinktober 2022 - Day 1: Predator/Prey with Doctor Stephen Strange

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: After seeing you wearing the Cloak Of Levitation, Stephen wants to play Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - roleplay, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, rough sex, biting, oral sex, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, vaginal sex, costume kink, innocence kink

It started as a joke. It was around Halloween and you were trying to figure out a costume. You were joking that if he just let you borrow the Cloak Of Levitation you could be Little Red Riding Hood. The Cloak flew onto your shoulders happily and you posed as you batted your eyelashes animatedly. Well now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about you, all innocent and sweet, with him as the Big Bad Wolf. 

So he bought you a little present. A short skimpy red and white checkered dress with a matching red cloak. He also found the red spike heels and pair of white thigh high stockings you wore with your naughty nurse outfit. He then laid it all out on the bed with a note and waited for you to find it. The only thing he wrote on the note was “Are you afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?”

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for sinday.... Douma meets a goddess of love! reader? Aphrodite powers and all. lets see how the unbeliever feels when reader says she's been watching over him for quite some time(and liking what she sees), eh?

SINFUL SUNDAY

A/N: grateful for this request, I nearly forgot the pleasure of writing for my cherished Douma!

One night, a girl unexpectedly appears before Douma in his secluded chamber, radiating an aura of divine beauty.

Douma, initially unfazed, looks her up and down with a smirk. "Well, well, what do we have here? Haven't seen you around, my lotus. Who are you?"

The girl reveals her identity as a goddess, specifically the goddess of love

Douma chuckles, "Love, huh? Not really my thing, sweetheart."

She casually mentions she has been watching over Douma for some time, piquing his interest.

Douma raises an eyebrow, "Watching me, huh?"

"Oh, I've been enjoying the show, my dear. Your fights, your victories," she says. Channeling her feminine charm, the girl flirts lightly, "You may be a demon, but there's a certain allure to your chaos, Douma."

Douma, unfazed but slightly intrigued, retorts, "Flattery won't get you anywhere, goddess. I'm not the type to fall for such tricks. Better don't test my limits. I can snap your neck within blink of an eye."

The girl, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, challenges, "Perhaps not, but even demons deserve a taste of love. Care to prove me wrong?"

"I find the trivial and unnecessary nature of human emotions rather pitiful and inconsequential." Douma tells her, a wry smirk glued to his lips.

She whispers, "Love is not just an emotion, Douma. It's a flame that can burn even the coldest hearts like yours." The girl, with a snap of her fingers, using her powers, creates an ethereal sensation affecting all of his being, making Douma feel a subtle warmth in his chest.

Douma, raising an eyebrow, grumbles, "What did you do, woman?"

"Oh! Don't worry! It's just a taste of the love I can offer. A demon like you might find it... intriguing," she suggests with a grin.

Douma, feeling the unfamiliar warmth, tries to play it off, "Intriguing, huh? Don't get too carried away, goddess."

She leans in, teasing, "You're a challenge, Douma." Playfully running a finger along Douma's cheek, the woman purrs, "Life is more interesting with a little passion, don't you think?"

Douma, catching her hand, smirks, "Interesting, maybe. But I'm not one to be easily swayed."

She offers him a smile and rises onto her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his. In this moment, she seizes the chance to weave more of her enchanting spell of love around him.

In mere moments, his hakama pants and shirt find their way to the floor. Before he can fully grasp the situation, he's gently pushed onto a futon. The goddess straddles his lap, gracefully removing her attire with deliberate slowness.

In the next moment, she delicately grinds her hips, sensually rubbing her pussy against his visibly eager manhood, standing proudly in all its glory.

Douma gasps, yet places his strong hands to her hips, helping her with her movements. "Mmmm, lotus, look at you, so eager for me already. You're something, aren't you?"

She grins at him, leaning in to engage in a passionate kiss while positioning his cock at the entrance, only to descent on him ever so slowly.

Douma maintains unbroken eye contact with her, allowing her to have her share of fun with him. She rides him as if he were a spirited stallion, and he shows no objection whatsoever.

Douma's hands glide to her breasts, his fingers caressing them tenderly. "You're so hot, my little lotus, riding me as if there's no tomorrow," he praises, his voice sultry, a sly grin gracing his handsome features.

She moans his name, arching her back and rolling her head back in pleasure as his cock hits all the sensitive spots within her pussy. "Oh, Douma! It feels so incredible! I might just get addicted to a demon's touch! Never felt anything like that with a human before!"

Before too long, Douma grows bored, craving the familiar sense of control he exerts in his temple. Swiftly, he tosses her off his lap and forcefully pins her down on the futon. She finds herself on her stomach, rising her hips up for him, and the blonde-haired demon thrusts into her wetness from behind with a deep grunt, establishing a raw, almost primal tempo.

Douma swiftly succumbs to pleasure as the goddess screams, her pussy clamping hard on his cock. Douma alters his angle angle for heightened ecstasy, his cock rubs all of the spongy spots within her cunt. She climaxes with a loud moan, thrusting her hips back onto him, and he soon follows suit, cumming in her with a gasp.

As they recline together and Douma casually caresses her shoulder, he inquires about her name. She responds, "It's Y/N."

Douma grins mischievously. "I'm afraid I can't let you slip away. You're mine now."

"I'm a goddess; you can't keep me as if I were your pet," she reminds.

Douma chuckles softly, his smirk widening. "Well, goddess or not, I've always been fond of collecting rare treasures. Looks like I just found my most prized possession."

Kinktober Day 1- Oral Sex

warnings: m!receiving oral, stress relief, rough oral, throat fucking, mentioned AFAB reader

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Bradley Bradshaw was a simple man. He loved his wife, he loved his friends, and he loved to fly. Even the things you love can become overwhelming sometimes; too much to handle, but you were always there for him when he needed to be calmed down.

It was a rough day of training. He blinked for a second and Maverick got lock on him. He was already frustrated with himself, but the teasing from his teammates grated on him the entire day.

You knew he was home when you heard the slamming of the door, followed by heavy stomps of boots on the hardwood. He was shuffling around in the kitchen, and by the way he was opening and closing cabinets and drawers, you could tell he was frustrated.

You debated going out to greet him, but you figured it would be best to let him come to you when he was ready. You know how he gets sometimes, he may just need a little time alone.

The noise subsides and about five minutes later, your husband appears in the doorway of your bedroom, still in his khakis and boots.

"Hi, Bradley," you say, softer than usual.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, voice gruff.

"Is everything okay?"

You sit up on the edge of the bed, looking soft and domestic in the warm lighting, surrounded by the messy blankets. Rooster starkly contrast you, looking imposing with his rigid posture in the shadow of the doorway.

"Rough day," he says plainly.

"I'm sorry, baby," you frown. "Is there anything I can do?"

He walks further into the room, over to the bed and positions himself between your open thighs. The way he looks down at you makes you feel small, and you dont bother resisting the urge to wrap your arms around his middle and push your face into his belly. He hugs you back, his big, calloused hands splayed across your shoulders. You hear Rooster let out a soft chuckle, which makes you smile into his shirt.

"Just this is good for me, honey," he says.

You continue to hold him, and after a few minutes, you start the feel the zipper of his pants pressing against you. You pull back and look up at him, only to find him already looking down at you with dark eyes.

"Brad?"

"Missed you so much," he says lowly.

You chew on your bottom lip, still looking up at him as he tries to subtly rock his hips against you. He moves his hand from your shoulder to your face, lifting your chin up towards him.

"Missed your pretty face... your sweet mouth."

"Do you want it?"

Bradley looks conflicted. He doesn't want to ask you to do that, but god does he want it.

"If you... wouldn't mind.?"

You give him a smile as you lean back to give yourself room to open the fly of his pants. He's straining against the zipper, and when you finally free him, he groans in relief.

His tip is wet and pre-cum drips down the side. You swipe your fingers through it, then spit in your hand to make the slide of your hand over his cock easier.

You lick the underside of his cock slowly as you hold the base. He lets out a heavy sigh as your hot, wet tongue drags over him. Bradley's hand slides into your hair at the base of your neck, holding but not pushing.

You inch down on his cock, taking his length into your mouth. He's big, the biggest you've ever had, and it took you a lot of practice to be able to take him all.

"So good, sweetheart. So fuckin' good for me."

Heat builds in your stomach at the praise. Leave it to Bradley to know just how to wind you up. Seeking out more, you relax your throat and take him further. Soon, you're nuzzling the hairs at the base of his cock and he's filling the air with curses.

"Baby, baby," he says, getting your attention. "Can I fuck your mouth?"

The swirling heat in your body makes your head spin, and you're nodding before you can even realize.

Bradley's other hand slides into your hair and he holds you still as he begins to slowly thrust into your mouth.

"Yeah, sweetheart, just stay still for me."

His eyebrows are pinched, both in pleasure and from the tension of the day that he so desperately wants to spill into your mouth.

Your hands grip his thighs, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of the relaxed muscle. Your husband rarely does this with you, but you don't think there's much else hotter than him taking what he wants.

"God, I'm close. Your mouth is so fuckin' good, baby. Feels so good on me. Love when you let me have you like this, look so pretty stuffed with my cock."

You know that when Bradley starts running his mouth, he's close. It takes a lot to get him to abandon his inhibitions, so get him close enough to the point where he doesn't feel embarrassed for telling vou want he really feels. You absolutely Iove it.

You swirl your tongue around him as much as you can, and suddenly you feel his hot cum pumping into your mouth. You swallow all of it, just how you know he likes, and he moans loudly as he rides out his orgasm.

Once he's finished, he pulls out and lets you catch your breath. You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand and smile up at him, which he returns.

"Thank you so much, baby. I love you," he says as he brushes his fingers scratch at your scalp.

"You're welcome. I'm glad I could help a little."

"Oh sweetheart," Bradley smirks, playing with your bottom lip with his thumb. "We're not done yet. I still need to return the favor."

Kylo Ren in the new Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker TV spot “Fate”