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🎃Kinktober Day 28🎃

Day Prompt: Grooming/Cloning & Selfcest/Tentacles (I hate all of the prompts so I chose to use one from day 10 instead)

Word Count: 1,207

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), female reader, blowjobs, handjob, anal play (male receiving), forced fem, teasing, role-playing, cross-dressing, dom/sub dynamics. It's a mess, but what's new about my writing?

A/N: This is kinda shit because I kept forgetting the point of the prompt lmao.

Tom Holland!Peter Parker x F!Reader

It had been a fucking dare. It really had. Neither of you had thought it would go as far as actually doing it. You had brought it up half tipsy, a giggle escaping you as Peter blushed with wide eyes.

“I dare you to put on a maid dress the next time we have sex.”

You hadn’t meant for it to be taken seriously, hoping that it would go forgotten by the morning. But Peter hadn’t forgotten, and he had sat on that idea for a week before it had turned into more of a fantasy than just mere curiosity.

So he had bought the stupid maid dress, his first excuse being that it was just a joke as Halloween was just around the corner. But then he had put it on because his eyes wouldn’t stop looking at the damn bag…and then he was standing in front of the mirror watching with horror and indignation at how well he fucking looked. He knew was slim even with all the fucking muscle he’d gained, but he was starting to believe he was always meant to be subjected to this. He felt shame, but the idea of you getting turned on at the sight of him had given him a boner. The flimsy material of the skirt lifted as his bulge grew under his underwear.

And his greatest shame was how he’d gotten off to the image on the mirror and the thought of your mouth around him while you called him whatever praise you always had for him.

And all of that had led to the moment you had walked into your shared apartment, a grocery bag in hand, keys in the other. Both dropped to the floor when you saw Peter, in the middle of the living room, standing awkwardly. He looked like a girl showing her cute little flimsy and enticing lingerie for the first time.

Peter looked very sensual. His toned legs were exposed, the heels he’d chosen to steal from your closet making them stand out more even if he was stumbling a bit. His arms were exposed, making you watch his biceps which he normally covered with hoodies, and you couldn’t stop to think about details because you had walked up to him while staring at him.

“Babe-” he began but your lips pressed on his softly. Peter relaxed into you, his hands on your hips. Your own hands were on his lower back before they slid down to his ass. You grinned against his lips as you gave the cheeks a firm squeeze. He yelped, pulling back slightly.

“Sit down, baby,” you said. Stepping away from him. Peter tensed up again, but a sweet smile from you, and he did as told. Watching you, he let himself fall against the couch, but even then he sat oddly straight. You smiled again.

“Take the shoes off, I know they must be uncomfortable,” you grinned. Peter let out a chuckle, his face red as he kicked them off like you did after a fancy date night when you could afford it. “What’ve you been up to all day? Busy?”

Peter smiled at how you were trying to put him at ease, and he relaxed watching as you shrugged off your coat and threw next to him. He couldn’t help but feel like you were acting like him when he came home to you after a long day from college. Today had been his free day, which he now found totally amusing.

“Nothing much,” he cleared his throat and offered you a stupid smile, “cleaning, and doing the laundry you’ve been putting off.”

You held back a bark of a laugh as your line got thrown back to you. Peter was the one who needed to be reminded to clean and do his laundry.

“Sorry,” you grinned, head tilting to the side giving him your best puppy eyes as you kneeled in front of him, parting his legs to situate yourself. Peter looked down breath hitched. This was his move, the one that made you forgive him for every little stupid thing he did. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. You’ll see.”

And Peter wasn’t sure how things moved after that, but he was now panting his hands gripping the cushions as he watched how your mouth sucked him off, lips wrapped around his cock while—after endless teasing—one of your fingers was inside of him, hitting a spot that he was ashamed to find he liked.

Peter wasn’t one to outwardly tell you how bad he needed that extra pleasure, that he needed more than your mouth on his cock, a hand playing with his heavy balls, while one of your fingers teased his puckered hole just to rile him up to the point he could only think about every single never coming together to give him a very intense orgasm.

“Mhm, you’re gonna cum?” you teased against his tip, stopping most of your movements, letting your curling finger be the only thing allowing Peter to not kill his progress to orgasm.

“Y-yeah, imma cum,” he moaned, head trashing back before looking at you with pleading eyes.

“How bad do you want to cum?” you asked, your thumb pressing on his tip which made him hiss.

“Really bad, please,” he moaned, his eyes turning glassy as his hips lifted in search of a stroke from your grip, but nothing. Only your finger kept giving him repeated hits to which he kept gasping for air.

“Mhm.” Your tongue replaced your thumb, and from there you traced the length of him like he did your slit on those damn days he felt like teasing you. Your tongue made a mess out of his balls, heavy on your tongue as you resisted the urge to suck on them, then your tongue met the finger which kept being swallowed by his asshole. Peter grabbed your head, his legs quivering as he whined your name, pleading to let him cum as he could only hold off for so long, not wanting to cum without permission because you were always so good to him when he did the same to you.

Your tongue licked around the clenching hole as your other hand took back on stroking him at a fast pace, the wetness making lewd sounds echo along Peter’s moans.

You looked up, eyes fluttering as concentrated on pumping your finger faster, licking and sucking. You watched as Peter shut his eyes, mouth hanging open, his muscles flexing making the dress tightened against his toned body as he squirmed, all red from the neck to his face.

“You look so pretty, Peter, all pretty for me.”

Peter’s ears rang as he whined your name, letting his voice take over as spurts of cum shot out from his very red tip, making a mess out of the flipped-over skirt of the dress, definitely staining the costume. Your hair and the hand stroking him also came out a mess as you let go. You pulled away, finger fighting off the still clenching of his asshole. You kissed the sensitive tip of his cock.

“Next time I’ll have you wearing a pair of my undies while I fuck you silly.”

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🎃Kinktober Day 27🎃

Day Prompt: Watersports/Food play/Prostitution

Word Count: 945

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, fingering, oral fixation I guess, lewd content, I will either bring liking chocolate to a new level or just make you not want to eat it again, and—as usual—my lovely non-beta writing.

A/N: I did not know I was into this until I found myself taking a break to examine what in the hell I was writing.

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Being an Avenger meant many things, but the one at the very top of the list was that you were strong. Both mentally and physically able to fight whatever shit got thrown at you. And you did your job fairly well, many years of experience under your belt. But when it came to dating/flirting you were totally at a loss. But Wanda wasn’t, and having the access to read your mind, she knew just how to get to you. It was fairly easy too, anything she did turned you on and there was no stopping you from having your fingers sneak under her skirts to move her panties—if she wore any—to the side and just fill her up with two of your fingers. But the one thing that broke you into crumbles was whenever certain foods brought too much attention to her mouth. There was something about watching her suck on a lollipop, her tongue languidly taking in the flavor of the sweet, letting her tongue wet the hardness before her soft lips wrapped around to hollow her cheeks as she sucked in to repeat the process when she caught you staring. Or when she bit into strawberries, her lips wrapping around the red fruit to make her lips redder and plush, some of the juices squirting down the sides of her mouth to drip down her chin. When alone, you dared lean in, your tongue catching the droplets before they went under her chin or dripped to her chest. Then you would still a bite of it forcing her eyes to watch your lips like you had been watching hers.

Currently, she wasn’t sucking on either, but she was sucking her fingers clean from the chocolate mixture that she had been trying to use as décor to her strawberry-cocoa cake. You had been there for moral support as she attempted the new recipe, and she had made a mess of herself pretty fast, so her fingers now kept going into her mouth to clean off the excess stickiness, and you could only stare as she talked about something you had lost the threat of.

“—you listening, hon?” she asked, eyebrow raised but a smirk played on her slightly chocolate-stained lips.

You didn’t answer, knowing she knew your answer, but you got up and walked around the kitchen island to stand next to her. She turned to you, a glint of curiosity behind her bright eyes.

Wordlessly, your pointer and middle finger dipped into the batch of the chocolate mixture, the lukewarm feeling of it just marking the heat of your skin. Letting the excess drop, you moved them toward Wanda, hovering just inches away from her lips before she opened her mouth, tongue poking out. Her eyes were watchful as your fingers entered her mouth to rest on her chocolate-stained tongue.

“Suck,” you commanded in a hush, watching attentively as she obeyed you. Her lips wrapped around your fingers, her tongue parting them and swirling around the length of what you had offered with a sweet pace, making you feel the warmth and wetness of her tongue. You bit your lower lip as you watched, your body suddenly feeling very tingly. Wanda’s hands grabbed at the hem of your shirt as she finished, a sweet moan escaping her throat when she opened her mouth to show you her work.

Uncaring of how now the chocolate mixture would be ruined, you dipped your fingers in again, a bit more on them this time before repeating the process. And you watched Wanda go at it again, driving you into lust, your free hand bunching up the apron and her skirt, fingers searching for her pussy.

You moaned throatily as you were meant with a sticky warmth between her thighs, she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Wanda's lips stretched into a smirk at your sounds, moaning her your pointer finger pressed on her slippery clit.

When she was done with chocolate once again, Wanda took your fingers out and dipped them again but instead of sucking them in, she let the mixture drip down your palm as she showed you how her tongue sucked them up and down, tongue swirling slowly. She moaned louder your fingers dipped inside her cunt. Wanda parted her legs a little, allowing your fingers to dip inside her to the knuckle. This time she had more trouble keeping herself put together, her eyes fluttering shut as she moaned and sucked, knees buckling when your fingers began to pump in and out with the messy rhythm she had taken on with the sucking of your fingers.

Both your hands felt warm, your right hand a mess of chocolate and saliva while your left was a mess of slickness as Wanda could barely hold off from wanting to cum around your fingers.

“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, a smile on your lips as you kiss below her jaw sweetly. And it was all it took for Wanda to grab your sides, nails digging in slightly, her legs trying to give in and drop as your fingers curled and uncurled making her cunt squelch loudly as she came with a whimper when you shoved your fingers back inside her mouth. The chocolate that hadn’t gotten cleaned off collected against her lips, making it seem like she just got stuffed. You knew there was a stain of wetness where you were holding your own need to cum.

You pulled your fingers out of her mouth and pussy, squelches loud from both holes. You smirked before you sucked off one of your cum-slicked fingers and dipped the other into her mouth without warning.

“Suck.”

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🎃Kinktober Day 23🎃

Day Prompt: Cockbulge/Hate sex/Deepthroating & Facesitting

Word Count: 1,284

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, dry humping, violence, hair pulling, choking, hate sex, and my writing as usual babes.

A/N: Honestly, all the prompts are something I fucking love to write about but hate sex won because I got Yelena for day twenty-three lol. I honestly could write Yelena hate sex all day. I am a sucker for it.

Yelena Belova x F!Reader

You weren’t one to have enemies, at least not in the personal sense of the word. As one of the few remaining Avengers that joined before the Sokovian Accords, you had many grand-scale enemies through the years, but you had one on a personal level now. But not because you fought on different sides of the law, but because neither could see eye-to-eye. Yelena—Natasha’s sister as per Clint’s explanation to you—was someone with whom you couldn’t get along with. No matter how hard Clint tried to make you friends. He’d taken charge of you after you’d lost your mentors and friends, and now he also took care of Kate, and occasionally, Yelena. Clint usually paired you both up, a bonding experience he’d call it when you had gone on a complaining rant to him. He’d been amused, but your anger and rant hadn’t deterred him. And today was another day where he had put you both together even if he knew it could go to shit. But this was no training, this was a small mission to take down a raising group of idiots who thought could strike fear amongst people with their guns.

Clint and Kate were to come in from the north side of the building while you took the south side. And as if irony had been looming around you, Yelena and you were quick to spark hatred amongst commands.

“Jesus, can you be any more annoying?” hissed Yelena as she drew her gun to deck a dude that had been made aware of their presence by their fighting. But he didn’t have the time to warm anyone.

“Girls-” but Clint was interrupted by your annoyed groan at Yelena’s words.

“Me? annoying?” you glared, finger digging into her shoulder. “You are the most annoying person I’ve ever met, and I was friends with Tony Stark.”

“Oh no, you win the title of the most annoying person ever,” she slapped your hand away, a glare of her own. “You do nothing but complain about everything, and let’s not forget that you think you can boss me around every time we have a mission. I don’t need you. I could do this all by myself, be done with it in minutes without your annoying voice.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot,” you gave her an unimpressed grin that was borderline mocking, “you make being a skilled assassin your whole personality. Reminds me of just how shallow you really are.”

It was no surprise that had won you a good punch on your left side, but when you both fought, someone came out with a bruise. Yelena attempted another blow at you, but you evaded, your right hand connecting to her left side. Your knuckles throbbed as you went for another blow as she did too. Both of you were soon in a quick defensive as an equally offensive stand. You could hear gunshots from your earpiece, both Clint and Kate trying to both fight off enemy fire as well as stop you two from killing one another. But neither could stop.

Yelena had hit you twice in the stomach before you managed an uppercut hit before a kick threw her against the wall. She quickly recover before she pushed herself away from it send you back against a desk with a kick of her own. You huffed as you fell back, she straddled you, her hands around your neck. You hissed as you tried to pull her off, but finding it futile, you wrapped your hands around her and with great strength, you rolled yourself over sending you both to the floor with a thud.

Her hands left your throat, and as you gasped for air, you straddled her now, your hands grabbing her own above her head.

“Fuck you!” she spat out, her eyes glaring up at you with so much hatred you could always taste it on the tip of your tongue.

“The feeling is fucking mutual, princess,” you said as you leaned down. Your voice dropping to a low tone to mark with precision just how much that hatred ran down.

“Don’t call me that,” she squinted her eyes, hands fighting your grip, but you were stronger.

“I can call you whatever I want,” you smiled grimly.

Yelena growled in frustration as you made pressure on her wrists, her legs trying to throw you off, but you were stronger as you pressed on her.

“Let go of me.”

You hummed again and this time you kept your silence as you watched with a wicked smirk how much she hated you and the fact that she couldn’t fight you off. Something about watching her raw hatred for you, the very same feeling you felt for her, was doing something to you.

And as if something had gotten ahold of you, the mere inches that you had between each other disappeared as you leaned down to press your lips against her sneer.

Yelena froze underneath you, lips unmoving as were yours. You pulled with a frown at your actions. Yelena’s eyes were narrowed, and the sneer only deepened.

“Fuck. You.” The words had the same hate as before but the low tone her voice had taken made the words come out like a tense growl that was masking the uncertainty of emotions she felt. And you hated that you could relate.

“If you keep growling at me I will.”

It was as sudden as yours, the kiss she chased as she lifted her head. By no means the kiss was sweet, it was everything but. All teeth and growls of disgust for the other and annoyance as the heat you both felt. It was like eating something you claim you disliked to only find out you could get used to the flavor it had offered all along.

But the hatred was still there, right next to, if not holding hands with, the lust the kiss had erupted.

One of the hands that had been on her wrists wrapped around her throat just as she did the same to you. Neither let the other get away with having the upper hand in something neither of you seemed to have control over. Without thinking much, both of you moved around, Yelena still on her back as you found yourself on top of her, but this time one of your legs moved to press your thigh against her pussy. You made pressure as you moved to press yourself to her slightly raised thigh. Both of you groaned into the heated kiss.

Yelena’s other hand won against the grip of your hand, and she went for your hair. She pulled your head to the side, breaking the kiss as you groaned angrily and lustfully.

“Huh, like it rough?” she mocked when you began to move your hips, grinding your pussy on her thigh while you pressed further into her. The hand on her neck moved to grab her jaw tightly as the other dug to grab the hair that was being moused from squirming against the floor. She groaned as a moan escaped first.

“And so do you,” you groaned. Yelena rose her hips as she offered herself some more friction to her cunt. She let go of your head, and you dove right down to kiss her. Just as angrily as before.

This time Yelena couldn’t hold back the full moan as you both moved in sync, finding a rhythm that helped get each other off.

“Are you two fucking right now?!”

You let go of Yelena like she suddenly was a scalding thing just as she crawled away from you. You’d forgotten about the ear comms.

“And they still sounded like they were trying to kill one another,” added Clint.

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🎃Kinktober Day 19🎃

Day Prompt: Inflation/Collaring/Exhibitionism & Voyeurism

Word Count: 526

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), alcohol, female reader, sexual content, my writing of course, and the usage of the "C" word--only once to my surprise.

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know, late. Whatever. I'll try to post them all before the end of the month though, so technically you will get Bill Weasley on the 31rst.

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

It was definitely your fault, you shouldn’t have taken those shots and the three old fashions that followed them because then when you had been faced with a joke of a question—which had expected to go unanswered—you fucking answered it.

And it was going to be your ruin, by morning you would remember bits or be reminded when he look at you again. He won’t smile innocently anymore, the smile would be a naughty one because he will now see you naked, on the couch, legs spread while your fingers rubbed your clit and thrusted in and out of you, your cum escaping from your cunt as they did. Bucky sitting across from you watching with rapt attention, a hard-on between his legs but ignoring his cock because this was all about you.

“What’s your darkest desire?” he’d asked with a stupid laugh as he drank from the alcohol Thor kept bringing when he came over, the only thing that allowed Bucky to let loose. Neither of you had been in a right mind, and now here you were because your mouth had been ages faster than your brain.

“I’ve always wanted someone to watch me get off.” It was all slurred vowels, but he had made them out well enough to reply with his own slurred sentence of daring.

“I’d watch.”

So after some more stupid laughs, and then some looks and raised eyebrows you were naked and getting off for Bucky and that did nothing exuberate your need to cum.

“Fuck, doll, your pussy is so loud, squelching when those fingers of yours get sucked in,” he moaned, elbows on his knees as he watched with intensity. He had his lower lip between his teeth, and in your lust, you heard the flexing of the vibranium arm. The motion happened because his flesh arm must have been doing the same and it was mere instinct to do it with his other hand as well. “I want to watch you cum.”

You were worse than babbles, you were moving your mouth but nothing, but whines came out, his name was nothing but gibberish as you tried to keep yourself open for him. You were squirming so much, and you would worry about the stain you were sure leaving on the couch.

“Fuck,” groaned Bucky as a particular high whine escaped you just as you removed your fingers to rub at your clit with for fingers, a gush of cum squirting out of you to land in front of him. His jeans darkened with little spots of your cum.

“Fucking hell,” you heard him say. “Good fucking girl.”

Your fingers didn’t cease until you couldn’t feel anything, and you were half off the couch. Your eyes were closed but you felt Bucky coming to you, his flesh arm helping you sit back on the damp couch. Your breathing was still labored when you open your eyes. Bucky was watching you with a very dark look.

“Think you can do that again?” he grinned. “My fingers this time, then my mouth, and if you don’t black out maybe I’ll give you my cock.”

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O M G!!! That Loki Kinktober..

Hehehe you’re welcome and—

*blushes and giggles* thank you <3

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🎃Kinktober Day 18🎃

Day Prompt: Glory hole/shotgunning/somnophilia (I didn't like any of the prompts for this particular character, therefore I opted for using one from Day 20 instead).

Word Count: 1,762

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), unprotected sex, female reader, double penetration, overstimulation, edging, squirting, and my shit writing and my grammar of course.

A/N: somewhat longer than intended but for some reason, it came out this long and rather poetic? I don't even know, man. I know I'm hella late and could leave the days missed, but I won't because my mind won't let me. It's just been hectic ngl.

Loki x F!Reader

You were nervous, like down-right-to-your-toes nervous. You had asked for it, repeatedly, to Loki until he finally decided to give in and entertain your whims. It had been innocent enough, you wanted to add anal to your times in bed even if he didn’t fuck your ass. As long as his fingers or a toy were in you, your orgasm came to you as easy as flipping a switch. So when you got more curious, you brought it up.

“Loki, how realistic are your umm doubles?” you asked while you two were having dinner. Something he had suggested from one of those cooking books you’ve got but only collect dust.

“I’d say they’re very realistic, hard to tell the difference if any,” he said, cleaning his mouth with the napkin. A hand grabbed his wine glass. “Why you ask, love?”

“Just curious,” you shrugged. “But, umm, were someone touch ‘em, would it feel real?”

Loki took a few sips of his wine, silence fell, and it was heavy like the food now sat as you waited with batted breaths.

“With big numbers, it’s almost impossible to make my echoes only that: echoes. Mirror versions of myself, touch would only make them fade,” he said.

“Have you ever tried to make them, you know, tangible?” you inquired innocently. Loki put his glass down in a slow manner as his eyes scanned you over, trying to see through you. You swallowed the saliva that had collected in your mouth.

“When I was younger, when I began perfecting the mirror image, I managed to perfect only one. It takes arduous work to make something tangible, small things are easy, and bigger things are a lot more complicated. But I haven’t tried to do it in a while,” he said. A moment of pensive silence fell, and he looked at you again. “I believe I could do it now. Make a very much realistic version of me.”

It hadn’t taken much later for him to figure out what your intentions had been.

“You want me to create a mirror image of myself so he and I can fuck at the same thing, don’t you?”

He’d hit the nail. Loki had teased you endlessly about the idea, he’d even brought it up while he’d been fucking you, balls deep inside of you as he told you all he would do to you when the day came. You’d had cum so hard you blacked out.

And as the days came and went, you were itching to see when Loki would do good on his promise, when it finally came.

You and Loki had been in bed, it was one of those nights when you both had meant to go to bed with the purpose to sleep, but a single kiss had turned the night’s events more south. The kisses were soft as he marked your neck, your collarbone, and every other bit of skin that his lips could find. His hands were digging under the flimsy material of your little night dress. Panties gone long ago, leaving your slick cunt to pulse as it was only offered cold air every time your legs parted from being squeezed. But that feeling was soon replaced with a colder touch.

A yelp had come out of you to see that Loki was massaging your inner thighs. You looked up at Loki—the one that only seconds ago had been working on leaving a purple mark on your collarbone.

“Wha-”

“Shh, a treat, love,” he said, kissing your parted lips. The other Loki was now kissing your inner thighs, your breath hitching. It felt so real, his lips were as cold as Loki’s normally were before the heat of yours warmed him up. His touch cooler on your heated skin until he was all flushed when he worked himself up with the idea of fucking you. One of your hands went to his hair, carting through the dark locks, and you sighed as it turned familiar.

“Can he talk?” you inquired out of nowhere. You looked to see that Loki was watching himself work with a glint of mischief and lust.

“No, reckon one of me teasing you all night would be enough, reckon he might not be as charming as the real thing,” he said with a slight chuckle as Loki number two looked up and rolled his eyes.

“He’s clearly got your attitude,” you giggled but it was cut short as the other Loki bit into your skin.

“Oh fuck me,” you sighed.

“Soon enough, darling.”

But soon enough was longer than your lust could handle. There was no part of your body that had gone untouched by your Lokis, both of them driving you to ramblings as they share your cunt like a candy that was taking its time to melt. Their tongues had been battling to have your taste on their tongue, greedy to have you cum on their tongues, but unable to let the other be the one to have a such reward, thus having your orgasm only on the verge, mounting your pleasure before they let it quiet down before their torturous fight reassumed.

“I-please, I needa cum,” you struggled to voice as your hands gripped their moused locks.

For a minute you thought neither had heard your pleas, but then Loki—your true Loki—raised his head, eyes wild, mouth slicked with your arousal as he grinned at you.

“It’s alright my love, you will,” he said. The other Loki seemed to be enjoying the reward of your pussy to himself as his tongue buried inside of you. You moaned loudly as his fingers dug into your skin.

Loki seemed unbothered by this as he moved around the bed, to you he was a mere shadow dancing around as the Loki between your legs was only seconds away from giving you the promised orgasm.

“Stop.”

You nearly cried when he stopped, like stone, leaving you like you suddenly ran a fever that could rival the cold of his skin.

“Shh, it’ll all be alright, love.”

You didn’t hear him no more as they began to talk to one another, to you it was whispers as your legs rubbed together your thin fingers rubbing with no avail to bring you to your peak.

But then they manhandling you, Loki chuckling to himself. Loki rested his back on the headrest, positioning you on his lap as the other Loki moved behind you, offering kisses to your body as he shushed your pleading cries. It was news to you that you were even talking rambles of ‘please’ and ‘wanna cum’.

“And you shall have it,” whispered Loki into your mouth before a kiss quieted your whine as his cock found itself buried inside of you in a swift squelch of your cunt. It was like all your time on the verge of your peak allowed you to appreciate the way the stretch scratched more than your need to cum, it filled the need to clench around his cock, cum on his cock more than cumming on their tongues. It was heavenly to have a reward for all the punishment your body had gone through without reason, or at least it felt so as you moved like a whore in heat.

“Ravishing as always,” he muttered against your lips, your moans covered his words the more his thrusts unraveled you.

Hands became more noticeable on your skin as you noticed that Loki’s hands were gripping your face rather than pushing you down so your back arched. That’s when you remembered that Loki’s mirrored self was behind you, watching as you got fucked. His hands were on your ass massaging it, spreading your ass cheeks. Then you noticed he was helping you bounce on the cock burying up your cunt, helping you slick and wet your thighs and Loki’s, and one of his fingers was laddering that very slick up your puckered hole. The moaning turned louder as he teased it, massaging the slick into it. Your body shivered as you realized what was to come. But nothing could have prepared you for the feeling when his fingers had finally worked you open enough for his very real cock to burry to the hilt inside of you.

There was no way to describe the sounds coming out of you, but words were nothing more than distorted vowels and consonants, louder than anything you could ever recall. Was this how whores sounded in order to convince men that they were being pleased? But you were no liar as your pleasure was more than you could take, more than ever you couldn’t process the feeling of two cock inside of you, giving you nothing but otherworldly pleasure.

“You look beautiful,” you heard Loki say to you, “filled to the brim with cock, my cock. One inside your enticing cunt, the other cock of my mirrored self fucking your arse as per your wishes. Has it been everything you’ve wanted, love?”

You guessed you had said yes or something similar because Loki chuckled as he grunted with exertion, behind you the other Loki sounded the same as he held you close, forehead resting on your shoulders. There was an inkling that told you he was watching his cock thrust into you because he was just as merciless as the Loki beneath you.

“Cum, my darling girl, cum for us—for me.”

Your body seemed to not belong to you anymore, like the minute they had touched you all of you was no more than a thing for them to fuck and command, and so you came at his words. His command flicked the first domino piece that dammed the rest to fall, the last being the one to trigger the tingle your body felt as you gushed on them. Cocks still burying in and out as a river of your orgasm forced itself to come out in spurts. You were trembling, their hands holding still as you lost touch with the reality of the situation, mind going blank like you had ceased to exist.

And that was the only feeling you knew for a while until soothing touches brought you back, the feeling of your heated and slick body coming back.

“You alright?” one of them whispered, most likely your Loki. You nodded, the first time in a while since you gave an answer coherently. But as your mind regain reason, you noticed that feeling of fulness was still very much present.

“We’re far from done, love, this is just the first taste of what awaits you.”

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🎃Kinktober Day 15🎃

Day Prompt: Omorashi/Roleplay/Human Furniture

Word Count: 1,077

Warnings: There's a bit of hinted smut at the end and my English as usual.

A/N: I know that I could have made Kate and archer but I liked the idea of Knight, ya know? This also is not smutty. I tried but it came out a lot more cuter than indented :)

Kate Bishop x F!Reader

Neither of you had any intentions of showing up to the Renaissance Faire, but Kate had gotten invited to go, and thus you got dragged with her. Neither of you had a costume for it, so there came your first excuse, but they had been prepared for it. Kate had been dressed as a knight because she had glared at the dresses they had pulled out. You, on the other hand, ended up having to choose a dress because they were out of knight costumes that could fit you.

So now you were walking around with Kate in said costumes, smiling as people enjoyed themselves in their own little world. You were fascinated with what other people had opted to wear, their minds allowing them to bring to life what felt like their vision of their characters. Everyone was very nice too, complimenting you left and right, and knights nodded toward one another in respect. You couldn’t help but giggle every time Kate had to improvise for someone that approached you both. A fair share of them sought a blessing from a princess—you guessed that’s what you had been dressed for—before going to battle. It was really funny and a few times you blushed at their flirting.

It drove Kate jealous the more Knights and just other people complimented you, and you were slightly enjoying the way she would pull you closer to her, making it obvious that the Princess was already in love with someone else.

When your whole group had decided to eat, you headed to one of the taverns they had, and it was like stepping into medieval times even more than walking around with people in costumes.

And it was so much fun, the music, the laughter, and even the semi-drunks added to the ambiance. But the flirting didn’t stop. And Kate couldn’t handle much any longer. And when you were about to apologize for not stopping accepting compliments like a schoolgirl, she was offering a hand almost as if playing the role.

“May I speak with you, fair Princess? I won’t take much of your time,” she said. You hesitated for a nanosecond before spotting a glint of mischief behind her eyes.

“Of course,” you limited to say as you felt your face heat up as your friends laughed and whistled. You grabbed Kate’s hand, and she pulled you away. You both walked out of the tavern, stepping into chiller weather as the sun hinted at the late afternoon.

“I hope today’s hasn’t been too much,” she said with a small smile. “I’m aware that my being a Knight has brought the attention of a fair number of interested men.”

You giggled at her weird speech, but you tried to keep yourself together as you looked at her.

“I’ve enjoyed myself,” you said with a bright smile. She smiled. “Leaving in a castle makes moments like this feel wonderful even when there is the unsolicited attention of men. As flattering as it may be, my heart has already been stolen.”

Kate seemed to slightly break from her act as she giggled, but she carried on walking as you did too. You walked toward the back of an empty stand that had been cleared from what it had been sealing. Kate and you finding comfort in the hidden spot.

“May I know who’s been lucky enough to be granted the gift of your love?” she inquired seriously as if she didn’t know the answer. You played along.

“I believe is someone you know very well,” you said, a grin spreading on your lips as you toyed with the material of her costume.

“Do I now?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “The most wonderful, strongest, bravest, and fearless person I’ve ever met.”

“They sound like they are worth the title of Knight,” she said, closing the space between you both. Your back softly thudded against the wall.

“She is,” you mumbled. Your eyes landed on her lips, her pink lips she was biting as she stared at your own lips.

“May I kiss you?” whispered Kate as her gloved hand touched your cold cheek. You sighed as you leaned into her touch.

“You don’t need to ask.” Her lips were on you as soon as the words left your mouth. Your hands grabbed at her the best you could, trying to pull her impossibly close to you. Her hands were on your face, grabbing you to kiss you in the softness of manners. It was one of those kisses that left you breathless, the kind that made your legs weak. But as innocent as it started, it turned a lot more needy as her hands dragged down to touch your covered body. Even through the layers, you felt like you could feel the heat her hands always provided.

“Will you always be mine?” she asked as her mouth moved to nip at your jaw. You rolled your eyes.

“Always,” you said, moving to face her. “My heart belongs with you.”

“Even when I’m away in battle?”

You looked at her, the first time you let your answer rest on your tongue as you looked at her. The question felt fitting to her role, but it was Kate who asked this. The moment to let a tinge of insecurity be dressed like you two were.

“Always, my love,” you said, eyes trying to convey the same message. “Even when you’re away because you leave with my heart, while I await for you to bring it back.”

It had been reassuring, it seemed, as the kiss she gave you felt a lot needier than the one before and so did the feeling of her hands that wanted to touch you even more. Her hands cupped your breasts which was the only part of your body that had the opportunity to feel her touch. But she wanted more, and so did you, and her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as one of them lifted your dress, seeking your clothed pussy. Your breath hitched as she found your inner thighs.

“Kate,” you whispered, as you parted your legs while her lips trailed kisses from your jaw to your chest. “Please.”

The sound of a door slamming open followed the loud sound of laughter. Kate pulled away, fixing your dress and finding a good distance. Your friends were out and talking with joy. “We’ll finish this in your quarters, m’lady,” she grinned before kissing you again.

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🎃Kinktober Day 12🎃

Day Prompt: Humiliation/Frottage/Sensory Deprivation

Word Count: 642

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, teasing, eh writing, hints to overstimulation, edging, blindfold.

A/N: It's short and not my best work. Still sick too lol, so that's fun.

Pietro Maximoff x Gen!Reader

The bed was cold compared to how warm you felt, really hot all over. There wasn’t a part of your body that didn’t feel as hot as lava. And it was all due to Pietro and his endless teasing. He had convinced you into wearing a blindfold, obstructing your eyes from seeing his mischievous grin as he had his way with you. You thought it would be fine, just like closing your eyes when pleasure got too much but it was totally different. This time your ears helped you to place him, how he shifted on the bed as he moved to better touch you. But it got harder and harder because he was being silent and fast. The gust of wind was the only indication that he had done something.

But the thing that had your body practically melting itself was his ghostly touch on you. He’d been doing this for what felt two hours, and maybe it was more, but he was avoiding touching you were you needed him the most, making you go mad as his mouth and fingers treated the rest of your body to him. His breath on the wet mark of a kiss he’d landed on your hip, or a where a small trail where his tongue had barely licked. The fact that your eyes were unable to see him do anything made his touch all the more sensitive to you body who was more aware now. It was almost torture by the time he began to kiss your inner thighs. At each jolt of your hips a small chuckle would follow from him.

“Pietro, please,” you hissed airily. “I’m going mad here.”

“What do you need, darling?” his words were whispers against your sex. Another jolt from you.

“You know what I need,” you mumbled in annoyance as his face retreaded from where he’d been to kiss your inner thigh again. He chuckled again.

“But I like to hear it from you,” he teased. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

You grumbled to yourself as you debated between asking for the blindfold to be taken off, or for him to finally make you as you felt like you were on the verge of it even when he had barely touched you. But a bite near your sex had you making the decision for you.

“I need you on me, please, I need to cum,” you whined. Pietro didn’t chuckled but you heard the faintest of an airy laugh. Teasing asshole.

He didn’t say anything for a while, and your ears tried to catch where he had gone to, but smallest of winds was around you and then you felt a wet warmth on you. His mouth was finally on you.

There was no way you could put to words the feeling of him on you and do him justice. But in short: it was incredible. To finally have him where you wanted him was on feeling, but then came the overwhelming sensation he alone could offer but this time it felt like it was too much. You couldn’t stop whining and moaning, hands grabbing at his messy white hair as he didn’t give you a break to breathe. Your already overheated body felt ever hotter as your orgasm asked to rip from you and your sensitive hearing offer your obstructed eyes an image of obscenity as the wet sounds he was making were nothing but porno worthy. The deprivation your eyes were going through was being rewarded by the feeling of Pietro’s tongue as it dragged from one end to another, exploring you like he’d never before done so. It was almost addicting as your breath hitched every so often, your brain reminding you to inhale and exhale before you could faint.

He was going to be the death of you.

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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

Hey, so, I have bad news: Welcome to the Industry of Porn is officially discontinued.

I know that there are many still awaiting the next update, but I've been trying to work on it for a very long time and I haven't been able to give it an ending or even a few more chapters before I leave it with an open ending--which was the original intention for the series.

It saddens me to see this series to an end given that it's been with me since 2016. I was seventeen, man. And I will forever be grateful for the love it received because from there my love for writing grew even more, and now I have a published novel which is crazy to think about.

Anyways, I want to thank all of you that have been with me through it all, from the very broken English beginning to whatever my skill is these days. I wouldn't be here without you guys' support.

I honestly appreciate every single one of you.

Hopefully, you all stick around for whatever comes next!

-The Ravenclaw Lover.

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🎃Kinktober Day 11🎃

Day Prompt: Feet/Overposition/Orgasm Denial

Word Count: 346

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, crying, overstimulation.

Steve Rogers x Gen!Reader

“Please, please, please, let me cum, please, sir, I can’t take it.”

It would be humiliating if it was any other person other than Steve. He was the only person that could make you beg as you sobbed, hips jolting at every touch of his hand. He had been at it for hours, punishment for teasing all day through training. He hadn’t appreciated when he had to excuse himself when a boner had tried to make an appearance. You knew it would come back to kick you in the ass, but you hadn’t thought just how long he was going to drag it out.

Steve had been merciless, his hand and mouth on you teasing you to the verge of your orgasm just to leave you dry at the very last second.

Steve could be a patient man, and if he wanted to, he would drag this out for days, leaving you itching to cum and leaving you sensitive to every single little touch. Sexual or not.

“I don’t think you deserve to cum,” he said plainly as two of his fingers traveled the length of your thighs up to you sensitive sex. Your hips jolted again as oversensitivity took over.

“I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry,” you cried as your hands clawed at you and the sheets.

“Why?” he asked, a smirk on his lips as he continued his ghostly touched before he went at it. You whined like a wounded animal at the heat of his warm and heavy hand.

You mumbled your response as you felt your toes tingling as your orgasm quickly found a way to sneak up before Steve deprived you once again. But he was faster. He stopped.

It was pathetic, the cry you let out as your hips sought out the hand that had been on you seconds before.

“Mhm, I don’t think you can give me my answer,” he said with a full throaty laugh, evil in nature for your tired and lusty mind. “Maybe I’ll ask again tomorrow.”

You were going to die, that was for sure.

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Reminder!

Tumblr community labels are catching everyone out!

Change your settings to avoid this happening to you!

So, I’ve had so many messages his past week asking why people can’t see my content anymore.

Simply put: this is why.

They specifically mention erotica too.

To avoid tumblr labelling my fics themselves, or people reporting my fics for not being labelled, or my blog being deactivated or redirected because I don’t (I don’t trust tumblr after this happened last time) I have started to use this label thing but that means those of you who don’t update or check your settings when your app updates or the changes flow through WILL NOT see any content marked as mature.

If you’re using the app, then this is how to do it:

Select GENERAL SETTINGS, then CONTENT YOU SEE, then COMMUNITY LABELS and select the ones to show.

If they are set to HIDE, then all mature content gets hidden automatically, it won’t even show with a warning. If they are set to BLUR, then you’ll get a warning label and be able to click through and see it. If they aren’t to SHOW then you’ll see them as normal with no warning.

I’d also ensure that if you are an IPhone user, your account is set to allow mature content. I’ve only ever found that in the settings on my desk top.

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🎃Kinktober Day 8

Day Prompt: NTR/Wax play/Pegging

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), wax play, sexual acts, the fact that this too is late lol.

Natasha Romanoff x Gen!Reader

You were terrified, but not in a bad way. You were terrified in the sense that you were scared to like it a little too much, that you were going to find out something new about yourself. Natasha had brought it up as a joke, most things always did. It was a dry joke, but it had made you chuckle still. Wax play. You had been having a quiet dinner, candlelit and all romantic given that it had been your anniversary. Both of you had gotten distracted by the dripping wax, watching slowly come down the length of the stick. Her words had been teasing, about how both of you were transfixed.

“Maybe we’re into it,” she had said with a soft grin. You had chuckled but your cheeks had heated up as the image of Natasha squirming as hot wax slowly dripped down her body. Hissing as the instant pinch of heat touched her skin, but cooling in seconds as the air hardened the wax. She had noticed, always keen-eyed.

Which had led to you confessing what had your legs bouncing—you hadn’t even noticed you had done so.

She had shrugged and suggested that you two should try it. ‘Why not’ had been her ultimate response.

After finding the adequate wax for the situation, now you found yourself in a dark room that was only half lit with secured candles all around the bed. Nat was stripped naked, laying on the bed with an anxious grin, eyes wide in curiosity and lust. You were down to your underwear.

You grabbed the candle you had bought for the occasion. It was a black candle, non-scented just for this first time, and it was lit. some of the wax had begun to spill over in black beads.

“You ready?” you asked softly, nerves only obvious as your hands slightly trembled. A bead of wax landed on your forefinger. You hissed at the unexpected touch. Natasha let out a throaty chuckle.

“More than you, it seems,” she said looking at you. Even in her confident state, you knew she was a tiny bit nervous. This was a very vulnerable thing. She was naked, unmoving, and about to endure something under the umbrella of masochism.

You rolled your eyes as you walked toward her. You accommodated yourself next to her.

“Let me know when you want me stop, ok?”

“You got it.”

You let out a soft exhale through your nose, the flame quivering under the breeze. You tilted the think candle just a bit to see how the beads you fall, and they only traveled the length of the candle. With another angle, this time a few heavy droplets fell on the skin above her full breasts.

Natasha shut her eyes in a flutter as a sigh escaped her lips. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Good?”

“Yeah.”

You let a few more droplets fall around the same spots, the dark wax giving her big freckles that contrasted the pale of her skin. It was a sight that you knew would engrave on your brain until the day you died. Her soft sighs and throaty responses were slightly dizzying you the more you ventured with the candle.

You gave the candle a further tilt, and this time the wax came down in a small river, the blackness of the wax making a line from her collarbone down to one of her breasts. Natasha moaned, hips buckling as her pink nipple found itself the middle of a small accidental ring of the hot liquid.

You were tingling all over as you watched her moan and squirm, tempted to stop just so you can have her moaning and squirming as your tongue played with her clit. You peered down her exposed pussy, and in the light you could see the glistening of her slick.

“Fuck, I can see you’re wet,” you groaned as your eyes went back to watch as you covered her other breast with the wax. A similar treatment was given. Natasha moaned a bit louder this time some of the wax hit closer to her nipple.

“I know,” she moaned. “This feels really good.”

“May I go down further?”

“Oh fuck, please.”

You grinned as you tilted the candle once more. The river of wax painted her skin from the valley of her breasts, slowly dragging down the middle of the flat tummy. The wax was hardening, tightening her skin around it. When you got to her navel, Natasha was holding herself back from moving too much, but her moans were breathier in response. Her hips buckled a few times before you stopped right above her mound. Her thighs were sticky with her slick.

“Fuck, baby.” You couldn’t think many words as you watched her pussy, wet from just hot wax hitting her skin to then give her a tight cold kiss when it hardened.

You exhaled softly one more time before you let droplets of wax fall on her soft mound. Natasha moaned out a curse in Russian as her legs parted when her hips buckled up almost in search for more. You did it again, and you were received with the same reaction. Her mound was almost all covered in wax, so you ventured to her quivering tights. She was a mess, moaning like she was burning in hormones. You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. Two of your fingers parted her lips before they drove right inside her warm and slicked pussy. She whined, and with a curl of your fingers, she came.

It was a sound that you’ll never forget. It was a mixture of your name, a whine, and a plead. Your fingers thrusted in and out, while your other hand—which held the candle—tilted to give the skin near her sensitive clit a tinge of that fleeting pain.

Natasha came so hard you knew you needed to come up with an excuse as to why you suddenly had a collection of candles.

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🎃Kinktober Day 7🎃

Day Prompt: Incest/Buttjob/Lactation

Word Count: 628

Warnings: +18 (MDI), sexual stuff.

A/N: I know I'm technically late, but let's pretend I'm in a different time zone where is still Oct. 7 lol

Druig x Gen!Reader

Druig was one insatiable man. As an Eternal—whatever that really meant—his sex drive was ridiculous. You were a mere human he happened to be in love with. But sometimes you wondered if he loved you for who you were or because you had an ass he was obsessed with. There was no time a day that Druig wasn’t obsessing over the flesh of your ass. He touched it randomly, grabbed a handful and a smack followed. Whenever you ventured to the city, he would shower you with clothes that showed off your ass, for him to enjoy. It was no surprise that he loved fucking you with your ass up in the air. He loved it, sometimes he would just lay there for his quick naps too. But his favorite thing your ass offered him, was a buttjob. He rarely asked for them because he would rather fuck you, but when you weren’t really up to match his drive, you offered something he could enjoy. Or he asked when he could just tell.

Which was exactly what you two were currently doing.

You were on your tummy, head laying on the pillow while a smaller one was situated on your pelvis, helping you rise without issue. It was enough for Druig to find perfect aim for his slow thrusts between your ass cheeks. His heavy cock slotted between them, gliding smoothly due to lube he had massaged your ass with beforehand.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as he watched his cock glide. The tip of his cock poking out redder as he worked himself to his third orgasm. He had fucked so many orgasms out of you that the only thing you could do was mewl when his balls slapped your sensitive areas. “So pretty for me. Always letting me fuck you like I want.”

His cock felt nice, you knew how it felt inside you, so the drag it proved your clenching asshole was only a reminder that he had already filled you up with cum to his liking.

His thrusts became faster, his hands pushing your asscheeks closer as he suffocated his cock. You could already feel the ghostly reminder of every single time he’s cum like this. The first flinch when the first rope of cum hits your back, then the next one landing further from the last one or closer to your lower back, or pooling there with the fucked lube that had been pooling there.

“Fucking obsessed,” he muttered as his eyes fluttered shut, the fight to keep looking practically lost as he approached his climax.

“I know,” you muttered with a tired grin. You heard the faint attempt at a chuckle before a strangled grunt came out of Druig as his erratic thrusts ceased.

The first rope of cum landed right between your shoulder blades, making your body shiver. There was so much cum covering the length of your bare back, all of it hot at first but cooling on your skin as the room itself freed itself from the grunts and puffs of sexual exertion.

You had expected Druig to drop on top of you, cum sticking to his chest like it usually happened when he drove himself to mild exhaustion. Instead he only hovered, his hands holding him together as his breath hit the cooling cum on your back. His cock still resting heavy between your asscheeks.

Before you could muster a question, Druig moved his head so he could see you, eyes still black in lust. You could have almost giggled at the look he was giving you.

“You’re insatiable, Druig,” you said. He gave you a wolfish grin as his hips began moving again, a slow rhythm building all over again.

“You’re just very hot, baby.”

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