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Scarlet Witch #5 by JSway Art

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

ellie williams x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: sex toys

warnings: vaginal fingering, overstimulation

word count: 0.5k

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Your hand covered your eyes, a small whine escaping from your lips as Ellie slightly crooked her long fingers to hit that spot again, simultaneously holding the vibrator more firmly against your clit.

She could sense you were getting painfully close despite your attempts to wriggle away from the vibrator pressed against you.

"Come on, give it to me" she demanded, pressing the button on the side of the vibrator to increase the speed.

"Fuck– I can't," you croaked out as your legs shook from the stronger vibrations, every limb of your body feeling limp. You felt like you were melting into the mattress, all your energy having evaporated through your previous orgasms.

"Yeah you can. You're almost there" she raised an eyebrow as she looked up at you sinking the back of your head in the pillows, lewd squelching sounds of your juices every time she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

That packed vibrator you had found while on patrol was equally a blessing and a curse, and you should have known that that smug smile Ellie shot you when she found out it still had batteries that happened to work would lead you here, in this exact situation. 

Not that it wasn't pleasant, but Ellie wanted to make the most of that small object, and your multiple orgasms were the proof of that.

Your back started arching as she started drawing circles with the tip of the vibrator, biting down on her bottom lip as she drank in the sight of you being so sweaty and so damn wrecked because of her. Her gaze dropped back to your exhausted cunt, working to angle her expert fingers just right inside you.

You mouth dropped open in a strangled gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the pleasure from the vibrations on your clit and her fingers grazing that spongy spot inside of you expanded through your whole body like a warm liquid running through your veins, your heart rapidly thumping in your ribcage as she helped you ride out your high, keeping the same pace and same spot with her fingers and same pressure and pattern on your clit.

She withdrew when it seemingly became too much, your cunt softly twitching as you came down from your high once more, labored breaths and a breathy chuckle escaping your lips.

"One more?" she asked, challengingly cocking an eyebrow, holding up the small object still vibrating. 

You reached and squeezed her wrist in panic, quickly snatching the vibrator with your other hand from hers with the last ounce of strength left in you, earning a laugh from her.

"Okay. You did good" she muttered, leaning to leave a kiss at the inside of your thigh. "One last thing" she hovered over you, presenting her ring and middle finger to your face. You tilted your face up and took them in your mouth, sucking them clean and tasting your own juices, tongue wrapping around them.

"Good girl." she smirked as she withdrew her fingers from your mouth.

She brushed away the damp hair sticking to your forehead, making room to press a kiss there, your eyes closing from exhaustion.

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Thinking about boyfriend! Hobie, and how he's so different when he's not being Spider-Man.

Like how after a big day of missions, he comes home to you and gets patched up, taking off his shirts and jacket before tiredly laying on your couch.

He knowsss you like the casual height dominance he has, and it only increases when he walks around with nothing but low waisted jeans and platform boots on. Towering over you as you try to just have a conversation with him, but you can't because of how fucking fit he looks.

Literally never stops teasing like he'll come through the window, bleeding from the ribs or some shit, and he'll just-

Take off his shirt + jacket, sit on the couch, then "Aye darlin', be a doll and stop this bleedin' would ya?".

You'd come in from the other room, not knowing what to expect, then stop in your tracks as you see him sprawled out on the lounge. Shirtless, sweaty, trying to catch his breath, blood seeping down his side yet he's so casual about it.

Overtime he taught you to be casual about it too, saying things like "don't waste your energy on worrying about me, getting hurt is part'a the job".

He'll play guitar in your room when he's waiting for you to get home, it's the best thing to come home to. You know as soon as you enter the room, he'll either play it for you and sing very softly, or he'll put it down carefully and cuddle with you in bed for the rest of the night.

If he gets called into a mission before you wake up, he'll always leave a note for you. You've told him he doesn't need to since tou know it's his job, but he insists, and they're always rlly cute.

He'll play at shows and always gets you special access, plus he shows off mega hard when you're in the crowd.

He's just so rockstar boyfriend I love him

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

poe dameron x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: love bites

warnings: mentions of sex... come on guys it's kinktober, so obviously. aside from the obvious ones because of the kink, I don't think it has any warnings!

word count: 0.5k

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“Better make use of that scarf of yours” you’d told him teasingly, leaving a kiss at his shoulder when he examined his neck in the refreshers mirror.

The surface was covered in bite marks and hickeys, small trails of red and purple spots covering his olive skin, the contrast of the colors faint yet …noticeable by the quantity.

"It's not even cold" he murmurs, the tip of his fingers lightly grazing the area, head tilted to the side so he could access it.

You press yourself closer to him, your chest pressed flush against his back, your lips almost grazing his ear.

"Well, if you prefer everyone knowing what their commander did tonight…" you whisper, smiling, and he chuckles at your words, a snide smirk over your face as you wrap your arms around his waist, tucking your face in the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss over the fresh marks on his warm skin.

You hadn’t even meant to mark him that much, at first. 

It had been a long, prolonged session of languid, slow love making, and when you had changed positions and started ever so slowly and lazily bouncing on his lap after a couple orgasms, you noticed the thin, shiny overlay of sweat having built up over his neck, and you had been rather enticed by the idea of licking it off of him.

A low grunt coming deep from his throat had left his mouth when you tasted the saltiness of his skin as you simultaneously licked and kissed it, his hands gripping tighter and his fingers pressing harder onto your hips, guiding you up and down his cock as he threw his head back to give your mouth more access. 

Despite how pleasant it was at the moment, he hadn’t anticipated the remnants of your actions over his skin, and he should have known, considering how eagerly you had begun to bite and suck at his neck, the work of your mouth contrasting with the lazy rolling of your hips, the only energy left after your few orgasms now poured into abusing his muscular neck and tender skin.

He could not say he was mad at you, though. 

There was something exciting about seeing his reflection in the mirror, the colored spots over his neck standing out and proving he was yours, and you were the one that did this to him, that claimed him. 

Maybe if positioned correctly, the collar of his flight suit would cover them, and no one would know, and this option would be the most professional one, but the most boring one.

He could use a little spice, and he knew that everyone would notice but no one would actually dare asking questions about it, and something about this fact lit something in him.

"You know what," he starts, watching into your eyes as you lift your head from the crook of his neck and look at him through the mirror. A smirk grows over his lips. 

“I think I want them to know.” 

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