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httpsserene · 7 months

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kinktober '23 table of contents

welcome to serene's f1 kinktober special! i do not know how many posts i will be doing for this event, but, reblog and save this masterlist for any updates concerning my f1 kinktober.

posts will be tagged with: # httpss :// kinktober 23

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upload 1 : charles leclerc / max verstappen x reader | corruption kink

innocent and virgin !reader has never touched herself before. she knows how to, in theory, but whenever she tries, she chickens out. her tried and true way of receiving pleasure is failing her. she thinks that maybe it's time to allow her relationship with her two respectful and experienced boyfriends, to reach the next step. and she'll find that they're very willing to teach her a few things.

upload 2 : carlos sainz jr x reader | were/wolf shifter & predator/prey

for all people believe that werewolves are dangerous creatures, your wolf is pretty tame, even with some of his...quirks. this halloween you let him be the big bad wolf to your little red riding hood, while you give out candy to trick-or-treaters. what he doesn't know, is that you have your own trick-or treat planned for him after this– you're his treat tonight, but he's going to have to chase you first.

upload 3 : oscar piastri x reader | car sex & squirting

your boyfriend has to make an appearance at some sponsor event. he's gone ahead and bought you an alluring outfit, but he failed to mention how seductive he looks in the new fitted suit his team got him. you two won't be staying long, but you increase the pace by riling him up, mostly unintentionally. so it's your fault that he makes you ruin his loaned mclaren.

upload 4 : daniel ricciardo / max verstappen x reader | overstimulation

you can't remember the last time you've gotten to spend more than three days at a time with both of your boyfriends. you understand how demanding their job is but, you just can't remember the last time they really exhausted you...pleasurably. and then winter break comes around, and they have all the time they need to make you lose your mind.

upload 5 : lewis hamilton x reader | tender sex & cockwarming

your husband comes home to his monaco apartment after achieving p2 in spain. from the texts you sent him before he boarded his flight, he expected you to be awake when he arrived. however, you’ve fallen asleep–but that’s not a problem. he’ll sneak into bed right next to you and catch a few extra hours of sleep. you’ll commemorate the podium come morning.

upload 6 : george russell x reader | vampire & hickeys/biting

george has created a serious problem. you two have been dating for over three years, and he fed from you the first time about three months ago. the problem lies within the fact that he conditioned you to orgasm every time he used you as his glorified high-class wine bottle. on second thought, that’s a pretty good problem to have; his thirst is sated, and yours is as well.

upload 7 : pierre gasly x reader | witchcraft

witch!reader and potions master!pierre run a shop to fulfill anyone’s magical needs. it’s nearing valentine’s day, and the shop is bombarded with desperate humans looking for love charms & potions, even though there’s no magic spell strong enough to replicate true love. oddly, news travels from a few villages over that there’s a potions master who managed to make a real love potion. pierre has to get his hands on it—for the bit, obviously. there’s no way it will work.

upload 8 : lando norris x reader | pussy worship

if lando achieved a podium at silverstone, you promised you’d give him anything he wants. he thinks about it the whole race weekend, and when the two of you are celebrating his second-place finish, he tells you that he wants to take care of you. you’re disbelieving–he takes care of you every waking hour. lando, on the other hand, said that with his chest. and he’ll prove it to you.

upload 9 : charles leclerc x reader | orgasm delay/denial

the 2023 season has had a despicable effect on charles’ self-worth. it pains you to see how he attributes ferrari’s failure to deliver to himself. you can’t stand to see him berate himself for things that are out of his control. when the emilia-romagna grand prix is understandably canceled, you start forming a plan. if charles doesn’t believe he’s as good as you say he is, you’ll make him internalize it–using any means necessary.

upload 10 : yuki tsunoda x reader | ab-riding/frottage

your mental state is suffering–you’re not sure if you can handle alphatauri posting another thirst trap of your boyfriend to disguise their inability to build a car that doesn’t break within the first ten laps. but, when yuki posts his own half-naked picture on main? he’s asking for it, at this point. clearly, he’s been spending too much time with pierre.

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anlian-aishang · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 9: Virgin!Levi & First Time

Word count: 1900 Tags: levi x reader, smut, fem-bodied!reader, virgin!levi

The strongest were not born, they were sharpened. It was never his goal to earn that superlative, rather, the world had forced it onto him through its kicks and punches. Levi’s walls were impenetrable, you were the first to show him that there was weakness to that. When he wanted to let someone in, there were no points of entry. Getting to know him - first the friendship, then the relationship - your love was a blade that sawed its way through: act by act of kindness.

Tonight and its milestone. Was this the completion of your carving? Had you finally stepped through to the other side?

You had not the mind for that now: in his room, on his bed, bare before the other. Clothed only in moonlight and an entanglement of his pristine white sheets, shrouded in disbelief at the scene you found yourselves in. You never imagined you would get to see him like this. He never thought he would show this side of himself.

Tearing down that slate, stripping him free from garment after garment, you had gradually revealed the man beneath. Vision honed into his tells. Hands in his lap, holding each other: his grounding technique. Minute twitches in his perpetual flat lip: wavering composure. Those familiar signs helped to decipher those new to you. The flush in his chest and face: blood running hot and fast. Arousal half-hidden beneath the bridge of his hands. Toes curled into the comforter. Heels dug into the mattress.

Playing witness to his nerves made them contagious. To see unease in a character defined by calm resulted in a shared anxiety. He was the one you turned to for solace. Now, the tables had turned, and he was the one in need of comfort.

That sense of responsibility filled you with a sudden confidence, a mission. You cupped his cheek in your hand, softly, “Don’t worry, Levi.” You thumbed some sweat from his skin, “I’ll take good care of you.”

Levi closed his eyes and sighed. Foreheads pressed together, he closed his fingers around your wrist, “I know.”

Communicating his trust to you, but convincing himself to have faith. His intuition was remarkable among all, immaculate above all, but some unspeakable irritant kept him tethered to doubt. He found the days you were together uncountable, but knew the times you betrayed him to be zero. Levi inhaled: you’re fine. Then exhaled: and you know it.

You watched his breathing, not with anxiety, but with adoration. Just watching him be, watching him live, felt like a privilege. The thought of pushing him had not crossed your mind. Palm descended from his cheek to his heart, “You know, we don’t have to -”

“No.” Levi’s gaze snapped open, his breaths regulated, “I want to.” A deliberate swallow, throat cleared of hesitation. He tilted his chin and brought his lips to yours, “I want you.”

Your eyes widened just briefly before his hand caressed your nape and pulled you to him. Tongue swiped the slit between your lips and prodded you open for his kiss. Your gasp, he drank it, fuel for his venture. Levi explored every part of you, moaned as he savored your taste. Teeth grazed your bottom lip then bit, anchoring you to him. Authoritative and assured. There he is.

Just as infectious as his angst was his assertion. As he confidently dipped his tongue down your throat, you took control in your climb up his body. Hands on his shins, over his knees, crawling up and up his thighs. Deliberately, you passed over his neediest spot. Lust encouraged you to be hasty in fucking Levi Ackerman. Love reminded you to be gentle as you made love to your virgin.

Along the sides of his waist, through his sultry groans and your enamored sighs, you both adored the touch: soft grip a lovely contrast to his sharp hip bones. Fingernails traced each muscle of his abdomen. Palms to his pectorals. Right hand ran over and around his throat. Left hand tangoed with his locks. At his undercut, they met: fingers knotted together, a grapple to your ride.

Your legs landed on the outsides of his, running parallel. Backs of your thighs to the tops of his. Chests apart just enough to aggravate him, make his mind wander about how good it would feel to have your front wholly to his. Mind fucking made the physical version better, but he would learn that eventually.

Small and slow steps for now. You reached down quickly, but delicately grazed his member. Fingertips to his shaft, base of your hand to his tip. Establishing your hold, not even working him yet - despite your carefulness, Levi clenched his teeth and hissed. The first time he had been held by another. He tilted back against the headboard, loosened his jaw, and sighed. Once again, convincing himself of a fact he knew to be true. It felt good. You felt good.

Brows narrowed, you lingered for a handful of seconds, surveying his state for a sign of stoppage. Instead, he clutched your arm and began to push and pull your grip - back and forth, up and down his length. Moving as one. Together. With each oscillation, you felt his solidity strengthen, both in his erection and his stability. Mentally comfortable in the pursuit of pleasure, though his strained tendons and exasperated exhales suggested the opposite.

Circling over his tip, drifting your thumb along his slit, “A’Ah!” Levi squirmed beneath you. Fists bunched in the sheets, bolts to his writhing,“Sh’it…”

Veins began to make themselves visible. His cock began to rise into a steep arc. It was then that your daydreams came to fruition, recognizing how perfectly that curve would fit inside you, and how even the inexperienced newcomer would reach your most sensitive spot.

You manipulated your movements to bring him just outside your sex. Bent forward, your lips to the cusp of his ear. Eagerly, yet calmly, you cooed, “Just sit back, relax. I’ll take care of you, Levi.”

Taking care as you lowered yourself that crucial distance. Cautious as your hips began to rock. Nervous yourself, but projecting control as you made his pleasure your priority. Hands knotted behind his neck combined with the bend of your knees provided the leverage for it.

His tip hit your favorite patch. His length filled you up while his girth stretched you thin. The sensation he brought you lured shameless sounds out from in, coloring the air of his room. Swears he never would have expected the first time he laid eyes on you.

You fluttered your eyes shut and deepened your fucks. From base to top every time. So deep in your warm velvet caress, Levi grit his teeth and cursed.

The stress in his tone brought you back from your selfish escape. A soft, soothing kiss, you ensured, “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”

He could only tilt his head back and moan. You were correct in translating: it didn’t. Physicalities reinforced those ideas. His passion had begun to leak inside of you. Your arousal started to seep, drenching his shaft. You held your breath in anxious await of your clean freak’s panic, but he did not seem to notice. If anything, the syrup to his voice and ripple of his abdomen suggested he enjoyed it.

Dangerously sweet. Levi did not have much experience with orgasm, though even that he was ashamed to admit, but his intuition remained keen even as you rocked him. Building pressure in his core caused his floodgates to shake. Legs trembled, failing to stabilize. Arms spasmed, unable to slow your bounces. Lip quivered, incapable of warning you of his symptoms. On top of it all, a blinding headrush of a degree he had never encountered before, a spiral he was helpless to stop.

Levi flushed red in an embarrassed sweat. He had told himself that he wouldn’t cum too fast, not before you, but “Fuck…” Levi moaned, “you feel so good!”

Poor little thing could hardly help himself. His strain was pathetic, but with your infatuation, you dubbed it heartwrenching. Twitches and trembles seized his body, and suddenly, humanity’s strongest was reduced to pure weakness. That’s how good you were.

Even as your head swelled with that compliment, your concern for him remained steadfast. While delighting in his vulnerability, stronger was your urge to watch his release.

You withdrew your hands from the back of his neck to the sides of them. Slamming your lips to his, a hard and fast kiss accelerated your movements. You could taste the desperation in his gasps, could feel the surge in his length. His end was near, it was all but spelled out. Having dreamt of this so long, though, you needed to hear it.

“Gonna cum?” You beckoned, “Gonna cum, Levi?”

Your tone bordered on teasing. The personification of his insecurity in finishing too fast. “N’No…” Levi flung his head to the side, exhibiting stubborn denial, “N’Not… yet…”

You furrowed your brow in confusion. Didn’t he want this? Your memory rang clear: I want to. I want you. You studied his expression: bright red blush, grit teeth, gaze laboriously squint. In that eye contact, you wordlessly understood his refusal to give in. Perhaps more than anything or anyone, you had learned how considerate Levi was. Sacrificing his own time, energy, joy for nameless strangers, let alone you.

The thought of faking it crossed your mind, and it was not only that you did not want to establish a dangerous pretense, but more so that you recognized how easily he would see through it. And how livid he would be.

In lovely compromise, you intertwined your fingers with his and serenaded, “Go ahead, baby. Cum.” A selfless demand. “Cum for me.”

For you. Only with that pretense could Levi allow himself to give in, and you knew it. In this context and others, if it served you at all, he would strive for it. With how amazing you felt, that strife did not last long.

With his last ounce of control, Levi squeezed your hips in a white-knuckle grip, jerking you into the places and rhythms that would get him there. All the while, emitting screams that would wake the city and squander any doubt over what was going on in his room.

“A’Ahhh!! F’uck, (Y/N)...!” A couple of heaving breaths nearly worried you, but the violent slams of his hips and fervent warmth inside actually quelled you. To his loud and repeated melody of oh god - oh fuck - fuck - fuck me - your content hums played harmony. In peripheral vision, you caught a glimpse of the clock and smirked to yourself: record time.

As his breathing returned to regular, as his eyes drifted back open, you smiled and slowly lifted yourself off his lap and spun yourself to his side. His arm wrapped around your back, hand took a strong hold of your shoulder. Before your eyes, you savored the way his chest rose and fell, the overstimulated nerves that twitched themselves to calm. Most of all - the erasure of his embarrassment, replaced by consideration then determination.

After all, he still had his mouth.

Kinktober Year 3 Masterlist

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frenchfrywrites · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 16

Roleplay

MINORS DNI

warnings: soft dom top gn genitals ambiguous (kinda, reference to them having a cock, but could be strap) reader, sub bottom Barbatos, (faux) virginity kink, premature ejaculation, roleplay, barbie's genitals are kinda ambigious too.. youre just messing w his hole he could be rocking w whatever

"Has anyone ever touched you here?" you ask softly, pressing your fingers against his hole. Barbatos whines, his face flushing as he shakes his head no.

It's a game, of course someone has touched him there, you were balls deep inside of him just last week, but you're so far into the game that for a second you believe him.

"That's okay darling, I'll be so slow," you rub gently against his slick entrance, "and so gentle with you," you promise.

"Thank you," he mumbles softly, twitching against your touch. You press a finger into him slowly. Barbatos clenches around you, scrunching his eyes closed, "oh," he gasps softly.

"Does it hurt?" he shakes his head at your question,

"No, no. It is strange," he admits, squirming under you, "but good," he breathes, his eyes fluttering open as his hole clenches around your finger. "Touch— touch me more, please?" he begs. You moan, getting to work on stretching him open for you,

"Of course baby," you kiss his inner thigh, and Barbatos shudders, letting out a breathy sigh. "I'm gonna make you feel so good," you nibble at his skin, "gonna make you feel things you've never felt before,"

"Please, oh, please," his voice is so quiet— just barely above a whisper— as he pleads for you. You slip in another finger, and his back arches, a high-pitched moan leaving his lips.

Scissoring your fingers, Barbatos opens up for you, slowly but surely getting ready to take your cock.

"It feels— I feel so guh-good," he confesses, sounding amazed, "you feel, ah, so so deep, please, am I ready yet?" You shake your head, but feel your patience thin as your loins burn with lust.

Adding a third, your curl all your fingers towards his bladder and Barbatos lets out a hiccuped moan, his eyes going wide. Your jaw drops as you watch him cum from just your fingers. It's been a long time since he's been so worked up, so sensitive. You work him through it, thrusting your fingers quickly into his wet and worked hole.

He comes down with a pleased sigh, relaxation settling into his bones. He gives you a bashful smile, a downright adorable blush working across his cheeks.

"Sorry," he mumbles. You lean up to kiss him, keeping your fingers lodged deep inside of him.

"You don't need to apologize, my love," he bites his lip at your words, "that was so hot. It must have been overwhelming to have my fingers fucking—" and the way he lets out a soft gasp at your crass words, like he's never heard you say it before, only adds to your arousal— "your tight hole. Felt too good you just didn't know what to do with yourself, isn't that right?" He nods, tucking his hair behind his ear.

"Yes," he confesses easily, squeezing around your fingers, "I still want you inside me, if that is still something you want?"

"Oh yes Barbie," you tease, kissing him again, "though I don't know if I can keep my promise to be gentle with you."

Barbatos' eyes twinkle, and a mischievous smile works it's way onto his face, "That is quite alright, beloved. I think I can take it."

#bet you all thought i was dead huh? well big news #my newest special interest released its grip on me just long enough for me to pop this out lol #so here is virgin barbie teehee what a cutie pie #sub obey me #spice #cw roleplay #kinktober/2023

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kisakis-boyfriend · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 25: Sex Toys

Pairings: Kakucho x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom!reader, sub/bottom!Kakucho, vibrator, fleshlight, lots of teasing, reader is called 'daddy', Kakucho is called 'puppy'

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt List by: sakuyaserenitykira 🧡

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The current predicament that Kakucho found himself in was not only frustrating but also humiliating. Nevermind the fact that his dick was fully hard and the fact that he had been whimpering like an adorable whore ever since you started touching him though. No, no, ignore all of that. This was downright humiliating and completely unfair!

“What's wrong, gorgeous? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?” Your teasing tone caused the pretty crimson covering his cheeks to deepen, gritting his teeth at the horribly slow pace you had set

“This is not... shit haaah...what I meant and you– fuck... you know it...” With labored breaths Kakucho managed to bark back a reply, rolling his hips into every torturous stroke from the fleshlight engulfing his cock. Yeah it still felt good but...this is not what he wanted! You knew damn well that it was supposed to be your hand wrapped around his dick and not some toy. It should be your thumb teasing his slit, not this gummy toy sucking on the tip, and only the tip right now

While the clear fleshlight worked his fat cock until the tip was an angry red, the lovely vibrator stuffed inside Kakucho's ass stimulated him even further. Pressed right against his prostate and kept in place by some tape, the buzzing toy prevented him from relaxing at all. A smirk found its way to your face when you pressed a button on the remote concealed within the hand placed behind your back, turning the intensity up a notch as the pretty boy beneath you jerked his hips and began squirming. “Ffffuuuuck– gah! ”

A sharp thrust of his hips into the toy that was jerking him off tipped him over the edge, cumming hard for a second time already. Kakucho wailed as his load filled up the fleshlight and spilled out of the other end, some of it making its way onto his toned chest. His hands tugged at the restraints; thick red rope binding his hands together and to the headboard so that he would behave while you tortured him

The whimpers only increased in volume and intensity when the vibrations in his ass continued throughout his entire orgasm, keeping him hard and desperate even though this is not exactly what he had in mind when he begged for you to take him. The thing that Kakucho had really begged for was your cock. He craved the feeling of your thick shaft splitting him open and breeding his tight ass, his hole involuntarily clenching whenever the thought crossed his mind. He needed you so fucking badly right now...but you wanted to do something a bit different tonight. Still planning to fuck him until you were sure that he'd walk with a limp tomorrow, just with a different set of tools, so to speak

Your boyfriend was moments away from sobbing below you, his hips stuttering as he was unable to pull out of the fleshlight due to the way you kept it pressed against his skin. His oversensitive dick forced to thrust into the thing over and over every time he moved, which he couldn't stop doing because the vibe in his ass made him practically tremble from overstimulation. The pitiful sight brought a smile to your lips, relishing in the cries coming from your lover as he begged for you to give him a break...

“Hmm...no~ We're not done here, baby boy. ” Was the response that penetrated that hazy little mind of his, earning another choked sob from his pretty lips. Though you did at least remove the fleshlight from his sore member, tossing it to the side and lowering the setting of the vibe, still keeping it on low. With this tiny bit of relief, Kakucho sighed, taking a shaky deep breath as he watched you lean over him tantalizingly

“I know what you want, love. It's the same thing you always beg for, right?” You began, placing your free hand next to Kakucho's head and pressing your clothed hard-on against his plugged ass, “You want my cock, don't you? Want this whole thing inside, huh? Need Daddy to rearrange your guts? ”

“Mmhm...please daddy...” He begged so sweetly, even through the exhaustion of overstimulation. It was adorable how someone so big and scary could become so soft and pliant, and it was all because of you. You were the one who had trained Kakucho to be an obedient slut, to lie down and beg for you to abuse his holes however you wanted to, whenever you wanted to. It was your cock that he worshipped and craved, desperate to feel it slide all the way in and stretch his insides. But right now, you only wanted to toy with him. Take advantage of that desperation and break Kakucho's whore brain for a while

That's the reason why you didn't remove the vibrator, turning it up a notch while you dry humped his taped ass. Grinding against him and pushing the toy against his prostate harder, earning a shrill cry from your sweet boy as tears built up in the corners of his eyes. “That felt good, huh? Want me to pound that pretty ass, puppy?” You teased. Kakucho nodded in response, whimpering as his hips stuttered from one particular thrust against him

“Yeah? Ok, c'mere. Lemme get a better angle.” You crawled onto the bed with him, positioning yourself as if you were having regular sex. Picking up Kakucho's thick thighs and humping him again, thrusting against his ass like you did when you railed him with your cock. It was fucking torture! Everything was right except for the problem of your dick not being buried within his ass...and it was frustrating enough for those tears to finally roll down his warm cheeks

Sniffling below you while your hips slammed into his, Kakucho tried to grind against you anyways. Even if you weren't going to dick him down like he wanted, he could at least attempt to get some extra friction and derive some form of pleasure from this... Though the teasing grin on your face caused him to pout, unamused with how much you seemed to enjoy making him literally cry by denying your beloved something as simple as your dick...

The cute display honestly made you chuckle, Kakucho just looked so sweet with a little pout on his lips. Acting like a little brat even though you were about to make him cum for a third time. It was just precious

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crescent-witch · 2 years

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it rains in hell (and angels could be bad)

ship: demon!wanda x angel!reader

summary: wanda wants to watch you squirm.

warnings: dom!wanda, sub!reader, praise, degradation like once, worship/religious kink, corruption kink, pet names, magic restraints, double-sided strap-on, slight spanking, temperature play if you squint, a little bit of mean wanda, wanda in her emo era | MINORS DNI

word count: 1.5k

a/n: this is possibly one of my favourite fic ideas I’ve ever written.

You bounced on the balls of your feet, softly humming as you glanced around yourself. You were a bubbly, giggly ball of sunshine. It was hard not to be, given what you were. It’s rare that you meet a grouchy angel. You couldn’t contain your smile if you tried, an excited grin spread across your face and you waited.

“You seem excited, Angel,” you nearly squealed when you heard the voice behind you, but you knew better than to turn around and face her. “Any reason?”

You giggled as you felt Wanda come up behind you, her heated hands running up your arms as the soft feathers of your wings brushed against her.

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head with a small smile on your face, excited to play her game once again.

“No?” Wanda questioned, her hands drifting down to the swell of your ass. You gasped when she gave it a harsh smack, the ruffles of your dress swaying from the impact. “You weren’t waiting for me?”

“No, was just standing here,” you said, trying to maintain your innocent facade and not melt into her.

“Oh, princess,” Wanda huffed, a pout on her face as her spare hand began running up and down one of your arms again, the other supporting your lower back. “And here I thought you were looking forward to seeing me.”

Wanda was suddenly pushing your back, throwing you forward until your knees hit the soft, yet solid, clouds beneath you, like a giant pillow. Your hands hit the clouds, catching you before you fell flat on your face as Wanda circled you like a predator.

“How cute,” Wanda cooed at you, tilting your face up to look at her, cupping your cheek in her hand. “Perhaps I should get you a little leash and collar set.”

The thought made you whimper. The idea of Wanda dragging you around on a pretty leash, knowing Wanda probably a pristine pink or white colour, did nothing to stop the growing wetness in your underwear.

This was the first look you had gotten at Wanda in months and, unsurprisingly, nothing of her appearance had changed. She still wore the same style of clothes, black and red and leather. Her brunette hair still hung messily around her face, surrounded by a pair of twisting black horns growing out of her skull. You could see her glistening fangs poking just out of her mouth, grazing her bottom lip with their razor-sharp tips, and you longed to have them sinking into your neck. Or your thigh. Or really anywhere Wanda could find.

You yelped as Wanda’s hand pulled back and connected with your cheek, snapping your head to the side. It wasn’t the hardest slap Wanda had ever given you, not by a long shot, but it certainly pulled you out of your thoughts.

“You’re thinking too much, Angel,” Wanda tutted, soothing the already growing red mark on your cheek with soft strokes. “Need to knock all those silly thoughts out your head, huh?”

You nodded, nearly sticking your ass up in the air for her as excitement overtook you. Wanda chuckled, noticing the way your eyes lit up at her words.

“Aw, little lamb, I bet you’ve been so desperate the last few months. You’ve just been waiting for me to ask you to meet again, huh? So eager for me.”

She wasn’t wrong. Most of your days since the last time you had met with Wanda was spent waiting for her to summon you again to fuck you raw and senseless. One of Wanda’s many rules was that she decided when you would see her and where. You didn’t get a say in your meetings, and you were expected to come running every time she beckoned you. It wasn’t fair, but you were far too hopelessly devoted to her to notice.

“Go on then, Angel. Have your fun,” Wanda said, lifting up the skirt of her dress to reveal a long red strap dangling from between her legs. It was both yours and Wanda’s favourite, long enough that every stroke had you gagging around the toy, and what Wanda called your ‘special treat’ being pumped out when she finished.

You moved to sit up on your knees, the tip of Wanda’s strap nearly touching your lips, and as you did so you felt light tendrils wrapping around your wrists, tugging them behind your back. Restraining you was a common thing Wanda used her magic for.

“Come on, sweet girl,” Wanda urged you, hand reaching out to hold the back of your head, fingers absentmindedly playing with strands of your hair.

You wrapped your lips around Wanda’s strap, taking the tip in your mouth and sucking harshly.

You’re cheeks hollowed out from sucking as Wanda pushed herself further down your throat, breathing through your nose as she had taught you, but it did little to minimise the gagging noises coming from you.

“Fuck, so good,” Wanda breathed, the top end of the strap moving instead her, wiggling agaisnt her walls as your mouth moved up and down it, tongue lathering the faux cock in saliva as drool dripped down your chin.

“Such a perfect little Angel,” you looked up at Wanda with large eyes, throat bulging, stuffed full of dick as more of your innocence dripped away, like water down a drain.

“Imagine if your God could see you right now,” Wanda chuckled and your eyes widened as Wanda referenced the shunning you were sure to receive if anyone ever learned of your sins. “On your knees for such an unholy creature like me, servicing me, head full of sinful little thoughts.”

You knew the chance of actually being caught by anyone was slim. You and Wanda met on the brink of heaven and hell, a sort of no-mans land where God could not touch or oversee and you knew no other Angel would dare to set foot. But shame still overtook you as the thought made you clench your thighs together, the image of one of your fellow Angels, who saw you so pure and full of light, caught you on your knees for a demon, pleasuring her in the most wicked of ways.

“No hiding, pet,” Wanda tutted when she noticed the way your thighs pressed together, kicking your knees apart wide with her heavy boots, putting your drenched white panties on display for her. “Look how pretty, is this all for me?”

Before you could even attempt to nod or choke out an answer Wanda’s boot cruelly landed a kick directly on your cotton-covered clit, causing you to scream out around her strap, eyes watering.

“Sensitive little thing.”

The kicks continued as Wanda forced your lips to remain around her strap, brought down on your clit and folds and thighs again and again until your thighs were aching and your pussy was stinging and dripping with need for the demonic woman.

Wanda was quickly approaching the edge, her hips bucking and pushing her strap even further down your throat as she moaned for you. Your hands came to rest on the back of her thighs, steadying her as her legs began to shake and knees buckled.

“Shit, I’m close!” She cried out, fingers now woven into your hair and gripping hard, nearly pulling your hair from your scalp at her roughness. “Make me cum, slut. Fuck. M-make me cum and I’ll give you a nice little reward.”

Your efforts increased in fervour and the promise of being rewarded, nose touching the soft skin of Wanda’s stomach that her dress was hiked up above, as the strap was pushed all the way down, the bulge prominent in your throat as you gagged and whimpered.

“Oh. Just a little bit more, that’s it,” Wanda told you, hips stuttering as she began to lose control and suddenly her load was being shot from the end of her strap, her real cum coating her end of the strap and leaking out of her, milky white substance running down her thighs.

Her moans began to cease as she squeezed the strap, emptying every last drop of fake cum down your throat, laughing as she watched the way you struggled to swallow it all coming to quickly, some of it spilling out of your mouth and flowing down to spill on your dress.

“Oh no, baby love,” Wanda said with mocking sympathy as she yanked the strap out of your mouth.”Your pristine little dress is all ruined.”

You pouted as you looked at the light stains left behind by the demon’s release, coating the bodice of your dress.

“Looks like you’re gonna have to face God with your dress soaked in your sins. Unless, of course, you want to turn up in heaven stark naked.”

Your eyes widened in fear, terrified at getting cast out of heaven for such a simple mistake, but Wanda shushed your fretting quickly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll fix it, Angel,” she promised, hand returning to gently stroke at your hair. “But for now, wouldn’t you like your reward?”

You nodded, reluctantly letting your fear go as you stared up at the goddess of a woman above you.

“Good girl. Hmm should I take you in your ass or that soaked little pussy?” She chuckled warmly, the kindest you had ever heard her, as your looked up at her with excitement and eagerness. “I wish I didn’t have to send you back to that awful ‘paradise’. But at least when you face God again, you’ll remember who you really worship.”

#demon!wanda #c: wanda maximoff #angel!reader #briar’s kinktober special 2022 #wanda maximoff x reader #briar writes

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bvtbxtch · 8 months

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Jack O'Lantern Kiss | Eddie Munson

Day One of Kinktober

Summary: Carving pumpkins with your best friend Eddie leads to confessions you may or may not have always wanted to hear.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, brief mention of Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

wc: ~2k

Content Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, unrequited love, allusions to smut, hickies. This story takes place in an au where the upside down is not a thing. Although this is a pretty tame story, my blog is 18+ so Minors DNI.

A special thank you to my love and collab partner @darknesseddiem. I am so thankful to know you. Here's to an amazing October!

It was your favorite time of the year. The unforgiving Hawkins summer had ended its assault and the fiery leaves crunch underneath your boots and you can finally have an excuse to curl up with your favorite metalhead and read books all day. You had been best friends with Eddie Munson since 10th grade math (when he was in 11th grade) where you helped him figure out how to find x in beginner algebra equations. You immediately fell head over heels for him, but when he began dating Chrissy Cunningham, you learned how to stoke the fire in your heart to embers. Eddie and you continued to get closer throughout high school. Chrissy never made a fuss and you felt like a constant plus one in their little universe. Eddie was the first one to give you a swooping hug after walking the stage (about 20 minutes after he did). You both had dreams to leave sleepy Hawkins and find yourselves in some big city where you could cheer each other on from your shared apartment. You never imagined Eddie not being in your life; you knew he was your soulmate. It wasn’t until this past August that you considered it might be as more than friends.

Eddie called you at 3 in the morning on August 12th. You jolted up, body dusted in a light sheen of sweat from the near 30 degree night. You reached for the receiver and held it to your ear with a groggy hello. You were met with a small sniffle. You knew it was your Eddie.

“Ed? What’s wrong?” You immediately were shaken from your sleepy daze.

“She… she-” Eddie cut himself off with a pitiful sob. You let out a long sigh and hung up the phone with a soft ‘I’ll be right there, Eddie’.

The drive to Forest Hills Trailer Park was usually 15 minutes. You were there in 5. You had never heard Eddie cry before, and never expected to hear him cry that hard. You spent the night petting his head and hearing him weep into your body. Three years he had spent loving Chrissy Cunningam, when she had fallen out of love with him a while ago (if she had ever truly loved him at all).

Since that night, you and Eddie had been inseparable - the impossibly close bond getting closer. You barely knew what your own bedroom looked like as you were almost constantly sleeping at Eddie’s trailer, him being too upset to sleep alone. You watched movies, went to hellfire ‘alumni’ meetings (Eddie called them that but you knew it was just a way for him to make sure that Mike and Dustin were running the club properly), and watched any and all Corroded Coffin gigs you could get to. Hugs became more frequent and Eddie would use any excuse to hold your hand. He was touch starved, and you could tell he was taking this out on you. But why would he not, you were his best friend, and even though you knew that’s where your relationship drew a line, you liked melting into Eddie’s arms or smiling at his forehead kisses.

October brought more scary movies and smoke sessions around the bonfire in Steve Harrington’s backyard. As the month wrapped up, like the weather, Eddie got colder. You knew that Halloween was going to be the first holiday without Chrissy and he was feeling it. You still grabbed his hand and gave him small smiles, but you often got glassy brown puppy dog eyes matched with a small smile. You wanted to take this pain away for him and had just the idea.

You fiddled with the old lock on Eddie’s trailer door, fumbling the grocery bag in your hands and careful not to step on the two bright orange pumpkins that stand on the concrete steps. You knew you had minimal time to prepare this surprise until Eddie was back from the body shop. You wiggle the knob one more time before it gives and you spill inside the homey space. You drop the bag on the kitchen counter and hastily grab the pumpkins from the step. 15 minutes later, you had flyers sprawled across the counter, the pumpkins sitting neatly on them, adorned with different carving tools and sharpies around them. In small bowls on the stove, Eddie’s favorite snacks: cheese balls, M&Ms, skittles and a bag of cool ranch Doritos. You startle at the door slamming open and stomps of Eddie's feet on the linoleum. You get up from the couch and greet him at the door.

“Hey sweetheart… what’s this??” Eddie’s frown turns upwards when he lays his eyes on your set up in his kitchen. He wraps you in a tight hug.

“Just something that I thought would cheer you up” you muffle your words into his chest. You look up at his chocolate eyes. “I know Halloween is your favorite, so thought we could start the festivities.” His eyes glass over, tears threatening to spill. “No, no Eddie, please don’t cry” You reach your hands up to cup his face.

“No, sweetheart. These are good tears. Thank you for thinking of me.” He grabs your wrists to lower your hands and he kisses you on the cheek. “I’m gonna go change out of these dirty coveralls and then we can get this party started” The boy’s lopsided smile returned before he pushed away from you and trotted down the small hallway to his room. You made your way back into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a dumbstruck smile on your face and butterflies threatening to erupt in your stomach. Your cheek burned where Eddie had kissed you and you raised your hand to trace over the spot. You wanted this feeling to last forever. You are pulled out of your trance when Eddie meets you in the kitchen, his hands trapping you against the counter. You smile up at the boy and your heart takes a tumble. Eddie had put his hair back in a low bun and you thought you were going to pass out from how good he looked, how close he was. His lips look so plump and his cheeks a perfect blush to give his alabaster skin some color. Your best friend was perfect. You smile back up at him.

“Well, since you set all of this up, the least I can do is make us some hot chocolate.” The boy quips. When you nod and smile in agreement, he grabs your hips and sits you up on the counter. You watch him in content while he putters around his kitchen. He passes you your favorite tomato soup mug full of steaming hot chocolate. He sips at his mug, eyes never leaving yours. You could feel tension growing so thick it could be cut with a knife - but what kind of tension? You were unsure.

You spent the next two hours throwing pumpkin seeds at each other across the kitchen while Eddie’s new Black Sabbath cassette played in the background. Two faces full of shy adoration and a room full of giggles. You finally turned your pumpkin towards Eddie to show him your final design - a simple outline of a black cat and a bat stares back at Eddie. Eddie reveals his own pumpkin to show two skeletons holding hands.

“Well that doesn’t look like a scary pumpkin at all” you tease. Eddie throws a handful of skittles at you. Both of you Erupt into a fit of giggles as you both grab handfuls of snacks that you can find and toss them at each other. Eddie lunges at you in an attempt to halt the food war. His hands wrap tightly around your waist and your laughter gets caught in your throat. Your smile falls as the tension finally feels like it is going to snap. You can see Eddie studying your eyes for any sort of discomfort. Although he finds some hesitation, he knows you feel safe - that you want him to be there with you. It’s the most devotion he has honestly felt in almost a year. Chrissy never looked at him the way you do; but if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t look at Chrissy the way he looks at you either. His eyes flicker to your lips as he licks his.

“Eddie,” you whisper. You feel as if all of the air around you has become thick, unable to breathe it in. The curly haired boy inches his face closer to yours, foreheads resting on each other. His breath fans lightly at your face and you can tell Eddie is feeling the same way as you. You nudge your nose against his as a silent plea for him to come closer. He obliges and presses his lips softly to yours.

You felt electricity jolt down your spine, goosebumps riddled your body. This is what you have wanted for longer than you would like to admit. Eddie’s hands migrate up your back to cradle your face. His long fingers find purchase in your hair while his thumbs rub circles onto your cheeks. You pull yourself away to look at the boy.

“Eddie… please don’t do this because you miss her…” you whimpered. You couldn’t handle this being a one and done situation. You had gotten a taste of what it would be like to have Eddie as yours and you would rather die than give that up now.

“Sweetheart… I… I have been so stupid. I should have broken up with Chrissy long before she broke up with me…” Your eyes search Eddie’s and all you can feel is warmth. He’s telling the truth.

“Eddie, why??”

“Because I’m in love with you… and I have been for a while” Eddie lets out a chuckle while tears threaten to spill over his lashes again. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest and you couldn’t help the ear splitting grin growing on your face. “I thought that being with Chrissy was supposed to be… right. But it way you all along. I tried to forget my feelings for you because I fooled myself into thinking that I was in love with her… But these past few months…” Eddie trailed as he studies every detail of your face; waiting for you to tell him to fuck off, or to push him away, but you keep him pleasantly waiting.

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, Eddie. I just tried to push it down, I wanted you to be happy”

You barely have time to finish your sentence and Eddie’s lips are back on yours. His move in sync with yours like you were made for each other. You lift your chin up to grant Eddie access to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and you let out a content moan as his tongue enters your mouth. He pushes you backwards so you are again trapped between his body and the counter, pushing you up to resume your previous position. Eddie moves his kisses to the side of your mouth, then trails them down your jawbone to the pulsepoint behind your ear. He can feel your breath hitch when he sucks down to form a beautiful indigo bruise on your neck. He can’t help but smile against your body. He wants to devour you whole, leave you nothing but a gasping mess underneath him. His hands run up your sides, desperate to feel more of you. You break the kiss to help Eddie discard your shirt. His hands were magnetic - they now needed to be a permanent fixture on your body. His eyes fixed on your skin with such adoration your head spun. your own hands track up his torso to his neck to pull him back into you. As your lips reconnect, Eddie’s hands move south to the tops of your thighs. His hands find purchase at the apex of your hips and he feels you shudder against his mouth. The anticipation of feeling him where you want him the most was killing you. But Eddie pulls away from you suddenly, his eyes lower and he grabs for your shirt that had been discarded on the floor haphazardly.

Your brows furrow in confusion while you search his face for hesitation. Your heart begins to beat wildly… Was this just a joke? A heat of the moment type deal? You could feel beads of salty tears dot your waterline.

“Eddie… Did I do something wrong?” Eddie looked at you with golden eyes full of passion. He wriggles your T-shirt over your head and holds your cheek in his hand.

“No, but I did something wrong. I don’t want this to feel like just a stupid hook up. I want to do this right because you deserve it. I love you, doll, and I want you to be my girl. I want to take you on dates and buy you flowers. I want to make you laugh and dress up nice for you because you deserve it.” You can feel your smile growing wickedly across your face.

“Okay, Eddie. I like the sound of that” you giggle.

“So what do you say? Wanna be my girl and make this official so we can take this to the bedroom?”

“Eddie… I thought you’d never ask.”

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tears0fsatan · 6 months

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♰ ・ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... yokai m!reader, kitsune!barbatos, established relationship though not specified what type of relationship you have with him, literally just domestic fluff and cuddling really lol

:¨·.·¨ ♥︎ a.n... lowkey inspired by this extremely hot fic on ao3 but i thought i'd flip the concept on its head and make this wholesome <3 also just a fair warning i only did some light research on yokais and kitsunes so if i got some things wrong i apologise 🙏

#﹏𖣠ㅤHEART SHAPED HICKIES MASTERLISTㅤ. . . ㅤ !! ( ☠️ )

a shiver shot down your spine despite all feeling in your apparition having been numb since your rebirth, somehow the chilly autumn air of october was the only thing that could bypass your incapability to feel. the one fault that haunted you for centuries to come, the one thing that made you an outcast in your family of fellow yokais, something that made you seek out a different path from your peers.

rather than cause torment or chaos with humans, you chose to live peacefully among them, following their daily routines and such for the rest of your days. you blended in well, no human had ever detected the fact that you weren't like them, that you weren't technically alive. for the most part, you lived in the shadows, maintaining as much distance from people as to not raise suspicions as you could while also keeping a good relationship with those near you.

somewhere along your journey, you encountered another supernatural who believed in the same thing as you did, only he didn't hop around from city to city as often as you did. had it not been for the brief run in at the local supermarket, you wouldn't have met barbatos, a run of the mill kitsune.

at first, he had been apprehensive, naturally. he didn't know whether to determine you a threat or a foe and his sharp, analytical eyes didn't help the intimidation that he exuded. it took a lot of brief interactions before he finally deemed you harmless, merely a yokai who was trying to live a peaceful life of his own. from then on, it was easier to get closer to him to the point that the two of you began living together.

"are you cold again?" a calm voice called out from somewhere in front of you and suddenly the chill you felt melted away, your attention stolen by the green haired kitsune watching you from the doorway that lead to the kitchen with a small smile on his lips, steam from what you knew was tea in the cup he held faded into the air. behind him, you could see his nine fluffy tails waving about, content and free, sheltered away from the prying eyes of curious humans.

"barbatos!" you cried out in pure joy, wasting no time to run towards him and the heat that rolled off of him in waves like sand on a hot summer day. he opened his arms with practiced grace, keeping his tea off to the side as to not let even a single drop spill and accepted your embrace as if he had been expecting it the entire day.

the warmth spread all throughout your body as his lithe arm circled your waist, keeping you close and in the centre of his body warmth just like he knew you needed. a content sigh escaped your lips and you burrowed impossibly closer into him, lapping up the comfort he offered you like a moth drawn to a flame.

"why don't we go inside, hm? it'll be much warmer than the entryway." he offered, the hot breath of his whisper tickled your ear just like his aimlessly swaying tails tickled the back of your hand. you nodded against the crux of his shoulder, inhaling the earthy herbal scent of his tea blends that clung to him that always managed to relax you. limp and pliant in his arms, you let the kitsune guide you inside, manoeuvring you with so much care and tenderness you couldn't help but melt into him.

the soft cushion of the couch gave weight beneath you as the two of you got comfortable on the sofa, still in anothers arm. the cold from your walk that stuck to your skin quickly faded away, overtaken by barbatos's affection and the coziness of the home you two built together. a sigh of content slipped your lips, worming impossibly closer to the kitsune and sucking up all the love he had bared for you out in the open.

lost in the bliss of the strong arms wrapped around you, you hadn't realised that your form had begun to lose its solidity, the energy that kept up your humanly appearance slowly dwindling away. little by little, you began to slip through barbatos, drawn to get to the centre of the heat source like a starved man being lured in by the scent of good food.

"you're like my personal weighted blanket." your mumble elicited a soft, airy chuckle from above. he didn't reply, merely stroking your hair while avoiding reaching too far so his hand wouldn't go through while his other hand drew random shapes on your back, fingers dancing on the edge of your clothes. "well this personal heater will always welcome you at the door during autumn if it means i can get this sort of treatment afterwards."

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long-manic-nights · 7 months

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Haizaki and Nijimura are the kings of “angry/hate sex”. They love each other but god knows Haizaki is a fucking asshole and Nijimura is obnoxious as fuck.

#nijihai #nijimura shuuzou #nijimura shuzo #haizaki shougo #kinktober special #knb kinktober #kinktober #knb #knb headcanons #knb headcanon #kuroko no basket

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lilquokka04 · 8 months

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🖤Skz Kinktober List🧡

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☆note☆ These are basically going to be drabbles/thoughts so not super long but it's something. I'm planning on having these all sub skz with a dom reader but some could be different. If you would like to see another kink that isn't listed or if you want a certain member for one please let me know ! I am open to changing anything about this. Otherwise it will stay mostly a surprise ♡

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October 1st-31st

1st marking

2nd facesitting

3rd restraints

4th threesome (2 subs)

5th mirrors

6th choking

7th toys they'd like ot8

8th biting

9th footjob?

10th pillow humping

11th ice ?

12th voyeurism(2 subs)

13th pet play

14th perv skz ot8

15th humiliation

16th cum play

17th oral

18th recording

19th manhandling

20th somno

21st overpowering you ot8?

22nd lactation

23rd thigh fucking

24th mutual masturbation

25th slapping

26th sounding

27th bladder control

28th cuckholding ot8?

29th crying

30th public play

31st roleplay

Feel free to comment suggestions ♡

#Kinktober #Skz kinktober #Skz smut #Sub skz #skz imagines #Sub skz is superior #Perv skz #Halloween special

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optiwashere · 7 months

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Inspired by this absolutely incredible (spicy) fanart by @number1aylinfan, as well as some musings I read by @ishouldgay on their blog! I wouldn't have even thought to write this without following these two. You two get all the credit for making this happen. Especially the art...

You don't even know how much your art spoke to me! As a trans woman pretty consistently writing trans femslash now, I just had to do this. It wouldn't let me go until it was 3k words and smutty as hell.

Written for Kinktober Day 4: Threesomes

Rating: E for Everyone is Trying to Comfort Shadowheart (Explicitly)

Category: F/F/F

Ships: Trans Aylin/Shadowheart/Isobel

Tags and Summary under the break.

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Porn with Feelings, Threesome - F/F/F, But really it's mostly Aylin railing Shadowheart lovingly, Trans Female Character, Trans Aylin, Inspired by Fanart, Emotional Sex, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Girl Penis, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex

Summary:

Nobody is there for Shadowheart when she tears her own world from her hands by throwing that spear into the abyss. None but the woman she nearly killed and a Selûnite she once reviled.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #shadowheart #dame aylin #isobel thorm #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #anotheropti's kinktober 2023 #my fic #I have no idea what this ship name would be and there's too many X permutations for me lol #I really am not 100% sold on Isobel/Aylin being open to sharing but I think it could be a very special exception for Shadowheart #in a world where Shadowheart has literally nobody to fall back on post-Act 2 (no asheera for my fics or any companions etc)

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anlian-aishang · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 10: Virgin!Levi & Handjob

Tags: virgin!levi x reader, smut, handjob, canonverse, gn!reader Word count: 2200

Levi’s life had been an endless test: pain after pain, loss after loss. Through those experiences, he had built a strong armor, so strong that it hurt him to wear - staving all aid off by scaring others away. Flat expression, crossed arms - surely, he didn’t need any help. The introvert with a sharp tongue - he didn’t want any. You were the first to see through that daunting definition, unthwarted by the curse words and stern tone, but paying mind to the meals eaten alone, the nights spent wandering the halls, reading to himself in an empty library - all distractions from his past, silent screams for help.

Having lost nearly everyone else, you longed to be his first provision, to be the first thing that went right in his life, to be his first in every sense. The first to ask can I sit with you? The first to offer chamomile for his insomniac bouts. The first to join him, even if at a distance, in the study. Others looked upon you with awe as you repeatedly approached the stoic captain, but what they could not see were his responses: faint blushes and diluted smiles that would have disintegrated their fears, that invited you for more. Tea times in the midnight cafeteria, walks to the farmers’ market, and eventually to his quarters - where things had gradually led to another - finally, to his bed.

Levi sat with his legs over the side of it. Toes curled, you noticed how his feet failed to reach the ground. Hands bunched in themselves, fists white-knuckled. He was near still, but with the lens you had developed, you noticed his tiny twitches, fighting off round after round of shivers.

At his sight, you bit back a smile - overwhelmed with pride for having come this far, having accomplished what all others thought impossible. Approaching him, you took a deliberate and audible breath, communicating your care. He was not the only nervous one in the room, but at the same time, he had nothing to worry about. Your hand on his shoulder, slow but sturdy, was further proof. “Don’t worry, baby. I promise to be good to you,” was what convinced him.

Levi closed his eyes and sighed: you were right. In recollection, he could hear the softness of your voice, could not recall an instance in which you raised it. Your slow had brought calm to his perpetual storm, encouraging him to still, assuring it was safe to do so. All the hours of sleep you had sacrificed for that much more time with him, the insomniac knew how valuable that rest was. You had chosen him every time, prioritized him every time. Even with his greatest vulnerability in your hands, his assessment remained solid as ever: not only was there no reason to believe you would hurt him, he knew you wouldn’t.

Through black bangs, steel eyes gazed up to you with willing and longing. You traced your finger up his chest, clavicle, over the lump in his throat, until you cinched his chin. Gently, you pulled his lips to yours, and at last, he was alive. In your kiss, he whimpered slightly even as his teeth took hold of your lip. Mentally, he was aware. His physicality was more hesitant, though. A man of absolute control, this was his first time giving it up. With the amount he retained, he used it to persuade himself: he was safe with you.

His hand rose to the back of your neck and clutched you closer, sinking you deeper, craving more of your taste. Tilting his head, he welcomed you to explore him further, into milestones he had never traversed. Your touch crawled over his shoulders and bunched fists in his shirt, lifting the garment over his head and tossing it to the floor. The neat freak widened his eyes, but you reeled him back in your hold. Eyes on me. Wrists crossed at his nape, fingers snuck into his undercut and twirled flirtatious strands. Those tangles brought pricks of pain, but he could only think of how good this felt.

Pressing your forehead to his, you broke from the kiss and shared the air between. His breaths were light and arid, opposite to the deep flush of his skin. Lips quivered in your departure, especially red after your contact, they managed just a whisper, “I’m ready.”

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You had held him before, his secrets always kept. Now, he was handing you his biggest one: all of him in your arms.

Your back to his headboard, his bare back to your naked chest. Your legs matched parallel to his, sprawled apart on his mattress. This position was even better than you imagined. How his neck landed beside your lips - his ear in nibbling distance. Heaving chest, defined abdomen, and below in easy reach. Your view was his own. Gaze descended, savoring his rouge patches and their peaks. Sweat coated his muscles, dimly reflecting the room’s candlelight. His belt was notched to its tightest setting, indicative of how securely he locked himself in. As you started to weave yourself between his threads, you pressed your lips to his skin, sucking away the fear of this new step. Though he shuddered, Levi tilted his head back and relinquished his anxiety - releasing shameful sounds for your ears alone.

The room was quiet, so quiet that the clack of his buckle and roll of his zipper felt interruptive. You cherished each of his mewls, savored the shifts of the sheets, both of you in disbelief at the scene you were playing. Levi wrapped his hands around your forearm, clinging to you for stability in encouragement of your actions. As you slowly slid his slacks down rigid thighs, over tightened knees, and perched them at his ankles, he knew where this was heading, yet something about it made his head spin.

His boxer briefs felt inexplicably thin. Autumn air ran startlingly cold. His middle felt hot hot hot - his whole body on fire. Sweat trickled from his temple to his chest, following the path of strained, risen tendons. His breathing accelerated, gasps louder and louder, practically panting now, and his underwear wasn’t even off yet.

Picking up on his signs, you perched your hand on his jawline, beckoning his eye contact. Kindly, calmly, “Need a break? Want me to stop?”

Uncertainty defined this experience, but his desire was unthwarted: “N’No.” Levi reached his arms back. Though his movements were staggered and disjointed, nerves stinging along the way, he managed to pet your head. Shriveling further back into you, he pled, “Keep going.”

Your gaze flickered, though your contact remained solid. Opposite: Levi’s look was strong in conviction even as his body weakened. In the ensuing kiss, your energies balanced on your journey to become one.

Your hands dove past his shoulders, palms flat against his chest, pillows to his heartbeat. Fingernails traced his torso like water down a washboard. It took all you had to keep your arms steady as you approached the final obstacle: a marathoner gaining speed at the sight of the finish line. Thumbs hooked beneath his waistband and tugged gradually, offering him another opportunity to halt things, but with you and at last, Levi longed to break free.

When he finally did, he was all you imagined and more. A deep color, accent to his ivory skin. Solid length between angled hipbones, twitchingly touchstarved. Anticipation poured over and leaked down: moonlight reflected, shining a spotlight on your model.

“Oh, Levi…” your hands caressed him with enamor, “you’re beautiful.”

Levi bit the inside of his cheek, but that did nothing to hide his blush. His body blazed against yours: unused to compliments, he incinerated them in embarrassment. As you always had, yet for the first time, you reminded him it was okay by taking care of his problems. Tonight, a satiation that only you could fulfill.

Fingertips traced his base before crawling up his shaft. Closing your hand around him. At last in your grasp, both of you shared a silent agreement: all was right in the world. You tipped your head back and sighed: virgin skin soft and smooth. His posture melted in satisfaction: his most vulnerable self accepted and adored by the one he admired most. His stance tensed again, though, when you made your way to his tip, inciting an intense stretch and hiss.

To hear such a voice from humanity’s strongest struck fear in your motions. Realizing your startle and recognizing the stop in sensation, he hurriedly apologized, “S’Sorry…” Levi squirmed, “It’s just…”

Your heart stopped until he managed, “It feels… so good!”

Then, it was sprinting.

Once again, his voice shocked you. Now flung to the opposite end of his spectrum: panic then pleasure. You aimed to soothe him through both, through everything, “Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”

Right hand continued to work him while your left hand reached to his bedside table, snatching tissues in preparation for his seed and for his peace of mind. Noticing the lotion on his nightstand, only with his gaze averted did you allow yourself a smirk. You supposed some of that steadfast facade had remained after all, for the thought of the captain pleasing himself still took your breath away. You pumped yourself a couple ounces, the moistened hand around his member is what took his away.

“Ah’Ahh!!” Levi writhed against your chest. The arch of his back snapped up from your stomach. Fists clenched in his bedding as his teeth clenched together, a short precursor to added arousal spilled over - further drenching your hand, consequentially compounding the sensation.

Even though his suite was on the higher end, having earned it through the ranks, it did not mean the walls were less thin. You thought about others hearing, then gossiping, and therefore discouraging him from being so open - even with you, even behind closed doors. Instead of teasing him or shushing him, though, you muted him through preferable methods. Dipping your fingers past his lips, you slowly inched yourself further and further into his mouth. Warm, soft, Levi’s breath adorably caught as he learned to accommodate you in his space. Fingertips grazed the tops of his teeth, a wordless reminder of the trust you shared. He wouldn’t bite. You wouldn’t either. Spreading your fingers, delighted as he licked the spaces between. Not bad for his first time.

Similarly, how long he had lasted was both impressive and concerning: either he had prepared well or you weren’t doing good enough. Slowly, you withdrew your fingers, granting him the space to speak. Chills of confidence as Levi circled his lips around them as you left.

Between his shoulder and neck, you pressed your lips to his back, preparing to ask for some assurance. Does it feel good? Do you like this?

Before you could, though, he answered and calmed all your doubts. While his breaths were heavy and even, his words revealed a naked truth: “If you - keep this up…!” Even in the throes of it and on the brink of climax, even as his poise unraveled, his intuition remained perfect. He knew what was coming. He knew it was him.

Automatically, you brought a second hand to his length. Instantly, “A’Ah!!” His body slammed back, you were happy to serve as his cushion as he squirmed, “Shit… Shit, (Y/N)!”

In your grip, you felt him pulse. His arc was steep and lovely. Knees buckled, hips rocking - his physicality aligned with his verbal sentiment. “I’m gon’na…” Neck turned towards you, chapped lips scraped your ear as he screamed, “I think - I think I’m gon’na!!”

I know you are, sweetheart.

Levi wished it could last longer, and poor thing had tried the best he could, but his body eventually denied that delay - his back arched high, his pace too fast. He had put himself entirely in your hold and “fuck…” did it feel good.

His face adorably scrunched as he struggled through his tidal waves - you knew you would need a front-row seat next time. All his filthy phrases, though, fell right - so right - upon your ears. A new context to his filthy tongue - one you would never forget. Passion expelled warm on your hands - a calming sensation in this overstimulating scene.

“Oh, Levi…” you cooed, he was so goddamn beautiful. Pupils dilated as you watched him paint himself in his own cream, a work of art. Stars in your veins as you felt that gloss drip down, licking your lips, you sighed in anticipation, you wanted it in you next time.

Sparse twitches died down, high-pitched breaths descended to their standard low, eyes gained the strength to peek past their squint - all signs of his comedown. For those precious minutes, dealings with oxygen were all that filled the air. His final sigh - head thrown forward, eyes closed in bliss, sweat-coated bangs made contrast with his scarlet chest - wordlessly satisfied all pillow talk:

How good it felt.

There would be a next time.

It was love.

Kinktober Year 3 Masterlist

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #specials #smut #levi #levi ackerman #anlian writes #my writing #alias's #kinktober year 3

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emuthec0w · 7 months

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Scars Make You Beautiful.

Kinktober Special: Mahito

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CW: Mahito (ik how many people DESPISE this man), knifeplay, gore, c7tting, GN!Reader, extensive teasing, yandere!mahito

A/N: Sorry for not uploading more and answering asks, I’ve been in a bit of a slump but I at least owed you guys some fics on the last 3-4 days of Kintober <3

Btw, I write JJK now!

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“Aw-ha! Don’t look at me like that, it makes me a little sad..”

You sighed at the memory of Mahito smiling playfully, wiping a fake tear from his eye. Surprise, surprise, Halloween would just so happen to be Mr. Patchworks’ favorite holiday! You didnt know if you should laugh or cry with this information. On top of never being left alone in your torture cell of a bedroom you’d have to deal with his ‘spooky’ games. Things he’d maybe found online or heard whispers of near shrines in the dark of the night when the only friend you had was the moon. Even that vanished sometimes.

You were unsure if you’d even consider Geto your friend. No, he couldn’t be. He worked with Mahito. He made sure you could never leave. All for the sake of pleasing that selfish, child-like curse. If he wasnt coddling you and watching your every move he’d send other curses to do so, and to say the very least it was mind numbing. It was awkward. It was degrading. You, all dressed up in either frilly or gothic outfits (depending on Mahito’s mood), being babysat by curses who could kill you in an instant if they really wanted to.

As you lied in bed staring at the over-decorated ceiling you felt a grumble bubble from your stomach to your throat. Your gaze fixed from picture to picture, each printed from a polaroid camera of you. You in the shower, you in bed, you putting on your work uniform, pantyshots that you weren’t even sure how he’d gotten- all strong across the ceiling. Almost as if it was something he was proud of. 5 months. It had been 5 whole months since your abduction.

As far as you knew, no one bothered to come looking for you. No one cared. No one questioned a thing when you disappeared! Maybe your boss threw a fit when he realized he couldnt shove loads of overtime onto your shoulders anymore, but that was probably it. What other substantial role did you really play in your life? Everyday was the same cycle it’s been for the past 19 years. It didnt matter at all.

It never did.

Maybe, just maybe, being with Mahito put some spice in your life! It added some pizazz! But god, what were you thinking? You hated this. More than anything in the world. The things you were forced to see would permanently alter the course of your life’s trajectory. The look of terror as you watched humans become monsters in mere seconds.. their pleas for help.. their pleas for death..

You’d never be the same.

Your head shot up the moment you heard the door to your room slip open, then closed once more. From the stairs that led down to it a familiar blue-haired boy peeped his head down. He had a wild grin on his face as he stared at you, and you felt yourself become ill. What was he planning now?..

“It’s Halloween! Doll, do you know what that means?”

In his hands he held a bag, one filled with amazing new goodies he’d gotten after brainstorming with his curse friends on what to do for this Horrifying Holiday! He was so excited he swore he was shaking, giddy as he made his way towards you. You slowly sat up, and before you’d fully balanced yourself he plopped down by your side and leaned all his weight onto you, nuzzling your shoulder happily.

For such a beast, he could act like such a kid. But, your thoughts immediately swayed on that subject as he covered your eyes. Even if you couldn’t see it, you could just feel that sadistic smile of his grow as his gaze fell upon you. You always felt vulnerable around him. How could you not? He was an all-capable curse, and you were.. weak. You weren’t a sorcerer. You didn’t know a thing about Jujitsu. So how could you not be afraid?

“W..Whhat does it mean?” You breathed, eyes closed under his stitched-up palm. He pouted, a small groan of disappointment pushing past his throat.

“You dont know? Oh well, I guess that makes it more of a surprise!”

You took in a sharp breath as you heard him fiddle with the bag he’d brought home with him. You wondered if this was a trick question, and maybe he’d grant you the mercy of strangulation with it if you were lucky.

“I got us some goodies! I know you’ll just love them!” Mahito smiled, and before you could get anything out in response you felt his hand at the side of your neck. “Now, no panicking okay? That screaming thing you do is cute but IIIII~~… don’t wanna deal with it now! Got that?”

You nodded. What else could you do? As he slowly removed his cold hand from your eyes you took in several deep breaths to try to compose yourself. But really how could you? Shaky breathing and a stoic nature was as calm as you could get around him. Your eyes fluttered for a moment before opening and readjusted to the room’s dull light. Fearfully, your gaze made it to his hand. He was holding something in it.. but you.. couldn’t tell what.

You swallowed down some saliva, and he noticed this almost immediately. He pursed his lips, before they formed into a small— innocent, smile.

“I got us a fun play-time toy! Isn’t that fun? Doesn’t it make your ‘heart’ flutter?” He paused, glancing to the side for a moment, “Well, not your heart. Humans don’t have those! Uhh.. does it make your soul flutter?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his witty pickup lines. You nodded your head, a gentle smile plastering over your face. It was the least you could do.. because how dare you be ungrateful for what all he does for you, right?

“Mm.. yes.” You pressed your cheek to the rim of his hand which still caressed your neck, eyes narrowing. “T-Thanks..”

A look of thrill overtook his expression at your answer, and you felt your mouth fall agape as the sensation of a blade slashed against the smooth skin of your neck. He’d jerked his hand back and.. cut you. And now as you bled he leaned forward and licked the wound, tongue pressing into it and licking away all blood that attempted to slip out. Each time you whined his tongue slipped deeper, and he even began biting the skin around the cut after a bit of teasing it.

He always felt so incredibly drunk off of your love. It was so damn addicting.. so intoxicating. And god, you would never admit that this treatment drove you crazy as well sometimes. You bucked your hips under the covers expectantly, eyes shutting. He set his other hand on your thigh, squishing it in his calloused palm as you squirmed. His thumb rubbed circled around your inner thigh, eyes narrowed on your core.

It didnt take a genius to figure out you were getting off on his teasing, and he couldn’t help but give a you a smug grin upon realizing it. You huffed, eyes watering a little as the wound he’d given you began to sting immensely.

“Oh? Are you enjoying this doll?” He eagerly questioned, “I’m so happy! You usually never like my attempts at this stuff… and this one just so happens to be my favorite too~!”

Before you could respond he brought his hand up and began slicing rapidly into your soft skin, blood trickling down your arms and legs. Several mouths sprouted from Mahito’s stitched up skin, pale tongues lapping at the bleeding slits made by his knife. Once he’d finished bloodying you up he brought his knife back and set it on the bedside counter near where your head lay. Watching you wince he licked his lips, eyes narrowing with glee.

“Now, the real fun begins!”

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crescent-witch · 2 years

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season of the witch

ship: soft!dark!wanda x reader x dark-ish!kate

summary: wanda gets kate every birthday present she could possibly ever think of, including you.

warnings: kidnapping, dub-con/non-con, degradation, praise, dark!dom!wanda, switch!kate, sub!reader, light pet play, pet names, magical restraints, magic use, manipulation via wanda’s magic, magic strap, magic cum, tentacle strap, mommy kink, magic gag ig | MINORS DNI

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this fic is so self indulgent im sorry 💀 this took my an embarrassingly long time to write

The smell of something cooking is what woke you from your heavy sleep. The smell was rich and heady. A stew, you hoped, as the aroma both made your stomach growl and your head dizzy while you struggled to fully open your eyes.

The world was a blur of colours and shapes, nothing going into focus as you tried to make out where you were. You noted that you could make out a lot of green, and brown. Perhaps somewhere in the forest, you thought, attempting to smell flowers or damp soil, anything past whatever was cooking nearby.

You groaned as your head lulled back, the dull ache fading but still present as you screwed your eyes shut, blocking out whatever dream you seemed to be having. You tried to lift your arms from the armrests of the chair you were sitting in to rub at your eyes, but they refused to budge, tied down by some kind of rope or strap. You didn’t have to try and move your feet to guess that they were the same.

The sound of heavy footsteps is what caused you to quickly open your eyes again, head shooting up as your vision suddenly cleared.

“Oh good, you’re awake!” A soft voice cheered, and you turned your head to the sound. The breath was knocked from your lungs when you saw the redhead standing before you. The woman’s face was framed with bright red hair, draping down to her waist in a stark contrast to the black dress and boots she wore. She was unlike any woman you had seen in your small town, dark clothes and satanic symbols adorning her jewellery aside, you had never witnessed someone levitate a bowl of stew, as she was doing now.

“Hello, dear,” she smiled softly at you. “I’m Wanda.”

“Hi,” you croaked out, words failing you. It was ridiculous, you thought at that moment. This woman, who had presumably kidnapped you, was rendering you speechless with a pretty face and kind smile.

“Mm,” Wanda hummed in appreciation and admiration as her hand reached out towards you, the other still glowing with wisps of red and keeping the hot bowl afloat in the air. Her hand landed on your cheek, fingers languidly stroking your cheek as her smile shifted, twisting into something more of a smirk.

“Go on sweetheart, eat up,” she encouraged as she moved away from you, and you missed her body's warmth before the bowl of stew landed in your lap, and you would’ve winced in pain from the heat if it wasn’t for the overwhelming draft flowing through the house she had brought you to. “You need all your strength for later,” Wanda reached for the small spoon sat in the bowl and lifted the spook of the rich brown sauce to your mouth.

You didn’t question what Wanda wanted from you, just allowing yourself to lean into the comfort of her caring for you. After all, incessant questions annoyed Wanda, so she allowed her magic to deep into your mind and steer you away from them.

“Such a good girl,” Wanda crooned at you. The words snapped you out of your haze, common sense finally taking over you as you realised the situation you were in.

“I-I don’t understand,” you stuttered out, fighting against the heavy fog settling in your mind. “I want to go home.”

“Oh, no detka,” Wanda pouted. “You’re going to stay here with me. Such a precious little thing can’t be left all alone.”

You knew fighting against the fuzziness in your head was futile, but you still struggled and refused to give in. You weren’t that weak, were you? This woman had kidnapped you, for fucks sake! You were sure you could resist her stunning smile and gentle words long enough to escape.

You were, of course, terribly wrong.

Wanda could feel your mind fighting against her and she increased her magic tenfold, drowning you in thoughts of her, of staying in the little cabin for the rest of your days.

“No,” you whimpered pathetically with a small shake of your head, looking up at Wanda with pleading eyes.

“Hush, little one,” she murmured to you, running a hand through your hair and you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes as you allowed Wanda’s magic to take hold of you. “Good girl malyshka, such a well behaved girl.”

You preened under Wanda’s praise as your eyes lazily opened, swirls of scarlet an evident sign of Wanda’s magic.

You and Wanda were broken out of your trance by a loud crash coming from upstairs, followed by a “shit!” and a set of footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“Wandaaa!” You heard a voice call, a second later a brunette swerved into the room, narrowly dodging a small table with a lamp on it before her eyes landed on you.

The girl’s eyes widened in shock as she spotted you, tied to one of the kitchen chairs, dopily smiling at Wanda as she fed you.

“Kate honey, please be careful. We don’t want another hospital visit, do we?” Wanda warned her, not sparing the girl, Kate, another glance as she held another spoonful of food out to you again, which you took gladly.

“Wanda..what the fuck,” Kate was well aware that the woman who had taken her under her wing wasn’t exactly the Patron Saint of Ethics. In the past two years being Wanda’s..well, Wanda’s pet, Kate had learned that the witch didn’t shy away from getting her hands a little bloody, especially for what she deemed was the greater good. Kate started off as Wanda’s mentee, until the redhead gave up on the hope of her husband, Vision, returning. And that’s when her and Kate’s relationship developed into what it was that day you were taken, one fueled by a twisted need for one another.

Wanda never loved Kate, not like that. And despite the void that Wanda and Kate filled for each other, Wanda could sense that her young apprentice was becoming lonely. And that's where she figured you could come in.

“Oh, Katie,” Wanda pouted, disappointed. “You’ve ruined your surprise! You weren't supposed to see her until your birthday.”

While Kate’s birthday was in a couple days, she didn’t expect a kidnapping to be on the agenda.

“What the fuck did you do?!”

“Watch your language,” Wanda scolded her, furrowing her eyebrows as she turned to Kate for the first time, who hung her head as a brief sense of guilt took over her.

“Sorry, mommy,” Kate whispered, still so confused and scared.

Wanda sighed as she stood up, wandering away from you as she reached out for Kate, taking Kate’s cold hands in hers.

“I thought you could use a little toy, you know, to have some fun with, take your stress out on,” Wanda smiled, happy with her plan as she moved behind Kate to rest her chin on the younger girl’s shoulder, moving her closer to you. “I know you miss being in control sometimes, puppy,” the name nearly made Kate stumble, her knees going weak. There were many things Wanda was proud of ingraining into Kate over their time together, but one of her favourite was the way she knew every corner of the archers mind, how to make her give in instantly.

It was true, Kate did sometimes long to be in control. Not of Wanda, but the brunette was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she wouldn’t be fully content to just sub for Wanda, no matter how much she denied it at first. But she had no clue Wanda would go this far.

“Go on, say hello,” Wanda encouraged Kate, grinning as she stumbled towards you. Kate’s toe caught the edge of a loose floorboard, sending her tumbling towards you. Throwing her arms out to catch herself, not looking where they landed. Kate prayed for the ground to swallow her up whole as she looked at her hands, one planted firmly just above your breast and the other gripping the arm of the chair. If you weren’t already trapped in the chair, you would be with Kate towering over you, her face inches away from yours.

“Oh, god…” Kate groaned, a blush staining her cheeks as she quickly removed her hands, looking down in embarrassment as she shuffled away from you.

“Aww, look at your little slut, Katie,” Wanda giggled happily, turning Kate’s chin up to see you. Kate nearly whined when she saw you in a similar state, blush spreading down to your neck as you struggled to not react to the ghost of the handprint left behind. “She loved it.”

Short-lived confidence taking over Kate, she moved towards you again, her movements more predatory as her boots thumped against the hardwood with every step. She tilted your chin up to look her in the eyes, and you desperately tried not to whimper at her hungry gaze.

You knew it was wrong, so completely wrong. These two women, strangers, taking control over your entire being. But you couldn’t stop it. Wanda’s magic had taken hold of you, wrapping around your mind and soul like vines, growing and poisoning, consuming you. And you didn’t want them to ever stop.

“She’s so pretty,” Kate murmured. “Such a pretty girl,” the attention from the brunette had your cheeks heating up, eyes cast down in an attempt to avoid Kate’s gaze.

No longer quiet, a noise that was damn near a moan ripped through you.

Kate was still unsure in her movements, her hand moving down from your chin, trailing past your neck until it once again landed on your breast. “Is this okay?” She asked, nervous as her hand dipped beneath your shirt, reaching towards your bra-covered tits.

“Uh huh,” you nodded, head thrown back as the pleasure of Kate’s hands on you overtook you so quickly. “Please.”

“Not yet,” Wanda told Kate as her hands ventured further up your torso, palming the sides of your breasts. With another flick of her wrist the roped fell away from your wrists and ankles slithering and writhing like snakes.

“Come on, pup. Let’s have some fun with your new little toy.”

You started to complain as you felt Kate’s hands leave your body briefly before encircling you in them, lifting you to her chest as she stood. Your legs quickly wrapped around her waist, the shorts you were wearing riding up in the process. Your arms quickly gripped Kate’s biceps, fighting to maintain balance, but the hard muscle underneath your fingertips assured you that you were in no danger of being dropped.

You hadn’t noticed Kate’s muscle at first, but with the way the muscles of her strong arms rippled and stained as she flexed them, her tank top leaving little to the imagination, you decided the title of daddy definitely suited her.

“You’re gripping me so tight, huh, baby? Don’t worry, I won’t drop you,” Kate cooed in your ear, sending a chill throughout your system. Your shudders didn’t go unnoticed by her, causing her to smirk as she kicked a door to a room and let you go as she walked into the room.

You screw your eyes shut, preparing for the impact of the fall, but instead being met by the softness of a mattress underneath you. You slowly opened your eyes to see Kate towering over you, tank top already removed to reveal her sports bra underneath, and watching the way her muscles contort with her every movement distracted you from the witch sneaking up to you from your other side until you felt Wanda’s hand land on your stomach, trailing downwards.

“Such a good whore,” Wanda said as her hand dipped into your shorts, smirking at the way your legs instinctively spread open and she stole your attention away from Kate momentarily. “You want mommy’s fingers inside you, honey?”

“Mommy,” you whined, bucking your hips up as Wanda’s fingers made contact with your covered clit and she began rubbing slow and harsh circles there.

Bucking your hips into Wanda’s hand, you could feel yourself leaking through your shorts. But, much to your dismay, Wanda removed her hand when loud moans began to leave your mouth.

Your hips lifted off the bed, trying to chase Wanda’s hand, but red wisps floated around you and were suddenly pinning you to the mattress.

“Patience, “ Wanda warned you, her harsh glare bore into you as her magic kept your head in place. “I want Kate to have the first turn with you.”

Your eyes flickered to Kate, unable to move your head with Wanda keeping you completely immobilised.

The brunette still leaned over you at the edge of the bed, unintentionally sending chills through you with her eyes staring into yours while she tried to avoid looking at your body, which Wanda was slowly unveiling, knowing all it would lead to is weak knees and blushing.

“Come on, Katie,” Wanda reached out for her hand, pulling Kate until she landed on the bed with a soft thud, laying sprawled across your stomach. She manoeuvred herself so her body was laying across yours, her face inches from yours.

Wanda’s fingers threaded through Kate’s hair, twisting the locks around her hand and yanking back, abruptly pulling Kate’s face away from yours.

Wanda’s hand trailed down Kate’s front, whispering soft words into her ear in another language that you could barely hear. The sentences were soothing, a lullaby of sorts, to you, and they had you relaxing into the soft cotton of the bed and sinking deeper into submission underneath the two women.

Wanda’s hand stopped short of where Kate was dripping from, red swirling from her fingertips as the magic entrapped Kate’s thighs in its strong hold, black material sewing itself under Wanda’s hand under nothing but a rather thick harness covered Kate’s body and something dangling from her which was obscured by Wanda’s hand, and you nearly cursed yourself for hoping it was something she would fill you up with. Although the intimate place it was didn’t leave much to the imagination.

You could see Kate’s nervous glances, thrown over her shoulder to Wanda who reassured her, smiling at Kate and guiding her hips towards yours, but by that point your too dumbed down brain couldn’t make much sense of anything until Kate’s strap was trialing through your folds.

The strap was flexible, the small ridges creating stimulation that made you want to beg for more within seconds, but as soon as your mouth opened Wanda’s magic was slithering inside, filling your mouth, gagging you and muffling any words or sounds.

“So pretty,” Wanda muttered as a string of drool trailed down your chin and small whimpers vibrated around her magic.

“Aw, I think the sweet thing’s trying to beg,” you nodded your head quickly, bucking your hips to emphasise your point.

“Go on then, pup. Give her what she wants,” Wanda encouraged.

Kate looked back at her with wide eyes as you whined for her.

“I-I don’t know how to-“

“Shh, it’s alright,” Wanda interrupted Kate’s whispers, gripping the brunette’s hips, surely leaving bruises for the next morning. “Just help your toy feel good.”

You moaned loudly as Kate held the end of her strap, directing the tip into your entrance.

“More, please,” your muffled begging filled Kate’s ears, and suddenly her entire strap was pushed inside you.

“Fuck,” Kate sighed, nearly falling against you if it wasn’t for Wanda’s hands on her.

“Can you feel that, Katie?” Wanda said in her ear, guiding Kate’s hips in rocking movements. “Did I forget to mention that little surprise?” Kate let out a strangled moan as you clenched around her. “It’s a magic strap, baby,” Wanda muttered against Kate as her mouth fell to Kate’s neck. “You can feel everything that your pretty little slut does to you.”

“Mommy,” Kate ground into you as she spoke to Wanda, nearly ignoring you completely aside from her strap inside your pussy.

“Shh, I have one more surprise for you both,” Wanda said, red coils floating from her and wrapping around Kate’s strap, seeping into the tentacle.

Kate wasn’t sure what Wanda had done until she heard your moans increase in volume, and saw her strap wiggling inside of you.

“The little princess will be cumming in no time.”

A blush stained Kate’s cheeks, knowing what the tentacle was doing inside of you as she rolled her hips, moving it in and out of you.

Stifled begging filled the room as a coil tightened in your stomach, the rush of your orgasm quickly approaching. Kate’s hips rocked faster, desperate for the feeling of your walls surrounding her.

“Come on, please, please,” Kate groaned, grunting as her thrusts picked up and her tentacle-like-cock slammed into you. “Cum, baby. Just cum. I need you, please.” Kate’s hand reached out, her fingers quickly finding your little ball of nerves, rubbing furiously, trying to draw your climax out of you.

“Fuck,” Kate moaned with you as the tentacle twisted inside your pussy with a mind of its own, filling every part of your core and hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. “Cum!”

And with a strangled scream your release washed over you, Wanda studying your face while Kate’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, reaching her peak seconds after you.

Hot cum spurted from crevices and holes in the tentacle and you tiredly sighed as it filled you up, cum leaking from both you and Kate as she collapsed against your chest, strap still buried in you, although it’s movements had stilled, and her hand had moved from your cliff to rest on your torso.

“Good girls,” Wanda whispered to you and Kate, dismounting from behind Kate to fall into bed beside you both, a sleepy look on Kate’s face while you were almost passed out. “You took it so well, angels.”

Kate hummed happily, shifting on top of you to get more comfortable, wet noises from where her strap was filling all of your ears, even from just that slight movement.

“Don’t wanna pull out,” Kate mumbled, burying her face in your neck as darkness lulled you towards sleep.

“It’s okay, detka. You don’t have to,” Wanda soothed her, hand coming up to stroke Kate’s hair, her fingers lightly scratching at her scalp. “Just relax and rest.”

Kate’s eyes fluttered in an attempt to stay awake, but she quickly succumbed to sleep and fell limp against you, Wanda gently shifting Kate’s body to stop her muscles from crushing you.

“Now everything is as it should be,” Wanda smiled at you, your eyelids illuminated with red as her magic did its work. Soon you would be just like Kate, if not worse. So obedient and dependent on her.

Just as Wanda wanted things to be.

#briar’s kinktober special 2022 #dark wanda maximoff #dark kate bishop #wanda x reader x kate #dark fic #c: wanda maximoff #c: kate bishop

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twinknote · 8 months

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I saw u were doing a DnKinktober event and seen the last post about allowing Lawlight and Meronia.

I was wondering if u will possibly do one in the future were there isn't proshippers allowed for those who personally dont like Lawlight or meronia? Nothing against them its just a lot of us see enough of those ships and they aren't the most healthy since their ages. will you do one in the future maybe?

no i will not 🥰 and i won’t bother debating the healthiness of obviously deranged fictional relationships, but i think it is worth noting that 1. no content involving minors will be accepted for the event and 2. meronia has a 1.5 year age difference. so i don’t understand your point here abt them specifically

if you’re tired of seeing those ships, might i suggest the tag filtering feature?

#no i’m not making a special event for u and ur friends excluding my fav ships #make ur own event if u are so inclined #it’s MY kinktober and lawlight and meronia will be fucking nasty style!!!!!!#deal w it 😎#ask

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tears0fsatan · 7 months

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♰ ・ 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, top amab!reader, bottom ghoul!belphegor, somnophilia, dub con, dacryphilia, size difference :flushed:

:¨·.·¨ ♥︎ a.n... just raw dogged this shit and the size kink hit me in the face like a brick 👍 chill stamp for good luck.. take him on yuor journey you'll need him...

#﹏𖣠ㅤHEART SHAPED HICKIES MASTERLISTㅤ. . . ㅤ !! ( ☠️ )

god, he had been watching you from afar for far too long. the moment you stepped foot into the apartment, he had his eye on you. if there was one thing belphegor liked about being a wandering spirit, it was how he could watch you without you ever knowing. he was mesmerised, the way you carried yourself, the way you would unintentionally ignore his ghoulish pranks, the way you didn't even flinch when he purposefully crossed your line of sight as an apparition, everything about you had piqued his interest.

there had not been a moment where he didn't follow you around the house, whether you were doing basic chores, working, or changing, he was unknowingly by your side.

the ghost always thought you looked your prettiest when you thought no one was watching you, especially on quiet nights when harsh pants and muffled curses disturbed the silence of the early hours of dawn as you fucked into your fist. as he watched silently, a long forgotten need he had long since felt began to rise to the surface, one that left him restless, his eyes constantly shifting between your hand's rough pace and your focused face.

belphegor felt a heat spread all across his form that he hadn't felt since before his death, a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling only you managed to evoke. the longer he stared at you, the more riled up he became, especially when your rambling got more desperate and your eyebrows twitched in the way he recognised as you reaching your high. he had to swallow the lump in his throat when you bit your lip and shut your eyes as you rode out your high, wishing for nothing more but to be the one you were bucking your hips up into instead of your fist.

a feeling of something akin to longing washed over belphegor, he longed for your gaze, not one that looked past him. he longed for your touch, not one that went through him. he longed for your attention, not brushing him off whenever he pulled a harmless prank. he wanted more and more until there was nothing left of you to consume, he couldn't stand being just another mindless ghost following you around like a puppy who knew no better with a master who couldn't bear the weight of its loyalty.

as belphegor watched your peaceful sleeping face, a delightful thought crossed his mind. while the plan ruminated, his see through hand stroked your cheek, the warmth from your living body permeating his soul and the hole where his heart was meant to be ached.

while in the middle of fighting off zombies, your surroundings changed. the zombies that were crowding around you suddenly disappeared as though they were never there to begin with. blinking your eyes a few times, it took a moment for your brain to comprehend the abrupt change. when you finally grounded yourself, you realised you were in… your room? it was only when you can to that conclusion that you realised you were currently dreaming.

a huff from someone above you broke you out of your thoughts, you hadn't even noticed the pretty man straddling your hips or his ass that struggled taking all of you. a groan escaped your dry throat and your hands flew to the curve of his back and the back of his thigh in an attempt to stabilise him, face scrunched up in bliss and a strangled noise sounded throughout the room as you helped him bottomed out. the lithe man collapsed on top of your chest, blue and white hair spread out on your skin while his body trembled, clearly not used to your size.

you gave him a bit to collect himself before you experimentally rolled your hips, resulting in a loud, desperate cry. the boy turned his head so his chin would rest on your chest and it was then that you could get a good look at him.

his pretty indigo and white streaked hair framed his face in a way that gave off an almost unreal feel, a few strands of hair clung to his face from the light sheen of sweat while his long, overgrown bangs covered the entirety of his right eye. unlike his right eye, his left eye that looked at you with an indecipherable emotion swimming within it.

a flush coated his cheeks and nose, which let out a quick sniffle and in turn, made a few beady teardrops spill from his eyes and rolled down his face. you watched as a tear made its way down to his pouty, spit coated lips, your eyes lingering on them for a beat too long before you realised the man was still looking at you with a needy look.

a faint sense of familiarity tickled the back of your mind, you felt as though you had seen him before but there was a mental block that prevented you from delving farther into the thought.

seeing that you were too caught up in your thoughts so pay attention to him, belphegor rolled his hips against you and keened, high pitched and desperate, smirking when your eyes snapped to his. "what's got you so distracted? i'm right here, aren't i?" he purred, his teasing hands coming up to lightly scratch your sides.

his taunt had you chuckling, whoever this fantasy man was, he knew all the right ways to get you riled up. you were ready to make him eat his words, even if it was all just a dream.

the ghost smiled upon seeing the passion in your eyes, he never knew it was this easy to get you to look at him. now that he knew, there was no way belphegor would ever stop haunting your dreams.

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