all works will be under or roughly a thousand words
thirty-one days of smut drabbles
ten days are open to requests for the kinks
ten days will include dark content (will be properly tagged)
five will include a dominant reader
the don'ts (what i am not interested in writing):
i only write fem!readers, with all involved characters being over 18
the kinks i'd appreciate you don't request are anything to do with anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum), and certain dom/sub dynamics like age play or ddlg
otherwise, ask away, and i'll see if i'm comfortable writing your request!
the kinks and the characters
october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales
october 2: ball worship (dom!reader) w/ eddie munson
october 3: sex pollen (dark) w/ din djarin
october 4: consensual non-consent (dark) w/ miguel o'hara
october 5: threesome (ffm) w/ marc spector & layla el-faouly
october 6: requested kink & character
october 7: breeding kink (dark) w/ duke leto
october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson
october 9: mutual masturbation (dom!reader) w/ steven grant
october 10: threesome (mmf) + double penetration (in one hole) w/ frankie morales and santiago garcia
october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña
october 12: requested kink & character
october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron
october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller
october 15: temperature play (dom!reader) w/ din djarin
october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels
october 17: corruption kink (dark) w/ dio morrissey
october 18: requested kink & character
october 19: edging (dark!dom!reader) w/ basil stitt
october 20: recording/blackmail (dark) w/ jonathan levy
october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley
october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña
october 23: cockwarming (dom!reader) w/ steven grant
october 24: requested kink & character
october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley
october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara
october 27: knife kink (dark) w/ bucky barnes
october 28: free use (dark) w/ joel miller
october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff
october 30: requested kink & character
october 31: period sex/blood kink w/ santiago garcia
the characters (you guys can request)
from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington
from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara
from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)
from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia
miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora)
miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey
if you want to request another character, don't hesitate! i will see what i can do.
notes
guys i know i haven't written in like 1200 months but i wanna get back into the mood with the short smutty stuff
besides, i've never done kinktober and every other one i've seen bangs so hard i simply couldn't resist
side note - dark fics will be only available on my adjacent dark blog: @darkuselesssomebody, but will be linked on this masterlist. if you wanna read the dark drabbles and future dark work, give it a follow!
i am also willing to take non-kinky & halloween themed requests, so if you have any, let me know!
𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟚𝟘 - dark!jonathan levy x fem!reader
complete masterlist | kinktober 2023 masterlist
kink || recording/blackmail
taglist || @silversprings-mp3
fandom || scenes from a marriage
a/n || sorry. i don't have much else to say <3.
➵ warnings for specific content before the divider
➵ i never watched scenes from a marriage but jonathan levy is so fit so if he's ooc excuse me
➵ not proofread
➵ comment/message if you'd like to be added to the taglist
warnings || smut/dark (dddne)
➵ professor/student dynamic
➵ unprotected sex
➵ spanking
➵ blackmail, duh
➵ degradation (use of whore)
she knew it was stupid, and wrong.
she knew she had worked her ass off fr a full ride scholarship to this university, and she can't do anything to jeopardize that.
so of course, she had agreed to the lust-filled eyes of her professor - his wandering hands, his dirty mouth.
she'd let him grope her body, tear away at her leggings. she'd let him smack her ass, bite her neck. she'd let him cum in her mouth, and then inside her.
but she hadn't let him do that one thing.
she's in his office again today, and she was trying to cut the relationship off.
"we can't... do this anymore." she'd tried to argue, "you're just divorced, and you're my professor! you know how much trouble we could get into?"
he's not looking at her, hand over his mouth, a stern, contemplative look on his face. she bites her lip, as he spends more and more time not responding.
"can you say something?" she mumbles, and his chair finally turns to fully face her. he leans forward over his desk, hands clasped by his chin.
"no." his voice is cold, and she furrows a brow.
"what do you mean?"
"no. this-" he gestures between the two of them, "is not stopping." she blinks in confusion.
"you can't just-"
"i can, and i will." his voice isn't changing in inflection. it's not angry, it's commanding.
he needed the control. his whole life was spiraling out of control, and he wasn't letting his favorite student slip out of his fingers as well. a chill runs down her spine.
"i'm gonna... leave." she whispers, slowly getting up, and his eyes trail over her figure.
"sit back down." he orders, and she hesitates.
"n-no, i should-" he finally sighs solemnly.
"i didn't want to do this." he murmurs calmly, hand going to his phone to look through his gallery. he puts on a video, and doesn't even have to show her the contents - all she has to do is listen.
her moans are high-pitched and more needy than she remembers, and his own are gruff and controlled. he's calling her a whore - his whore - and she's preening at the name. her face flushes, cheeks warming as she listens.
she hadn't let him record the experience.
"what the fuck?" she whimpers, and he turns it off.
"insurance." he finally gets up, standing in front of her. she doesn't look at him, feeling her pulse quicken - not in excitement, or intrigue - but fear, and shock. he gently places his finger to her hot skin, and her breath hitches, "why would we stop when you need me so goddamn much?" he whispers, as though he was trying to be understanding. she shakes her head, feeling oncoming tears.
"no, i don't-"
"don't lie..." he says, so softly. he plays the role of the kind, patient professor perfectly, until he has her on her knees, "will you be my good girl now?" he murmurs, nosing at her earlobe, inhaling her scent deeply.
she shudders, cringing in disgust, but paradoxically feeling her core pulse in need. his grip tightens just slightly on her chin: he wants an answer.
"yes." she mumbles quietly, and he sighs in satisfaction. he presses a sweet kiss to her cheek, before grabbing at her scalp and pushing her to her knees, his other hand going down to undo his slacks. she gulps, staring up at his imposing figure, as he taps his now exposed cock on her lips.
"open up, sweetheart." he orders, and she slowly sticks her tongue out. she's upset she can't even fight back. what could she do? the sounds of her moans and his degradation in the video echo in her mind, as he fucks into her mouth, slowly, with his teeth gritted, "oh, yeah - fuck, yeah..." he moans, moving his hips a little faster. his hand has her hair bunched into a ponytail, moving her like a doll for him. because that's all she was. his whore.
he's getting closer, and he wants to cum inside her again. he pulls out of her mouth, helping her to her feet, before bending her over the desk and kicking open her legs. his hand runs over her ass, pulling down her tight jeans, and squeezing harshly at the flesh of her thighs. one hand pumps his cock, and the other explores her folds, flicking over her clit and making her jolt and whimper. she's trying not to moan - how cute, he thinks.
he delivers a small slap to her ass.
"moan, whore." he murmurs casually, as though he's asking about the weather. she bites her lip to moan, and he sighs, annoyance finally starting to show. he pulls her up such that her back was flush by his chest, holding her up by putting an arm around her tits. he wants to lave his tongue over her neck, leaving marks behind with his teeth. he wants her to struggle to explain them to her friends.
he adjusts to slip his cock inside her, and she finally moans loudly - high-pitched, shocked and pleasure-filled - and he smiles softly, letting her adjust.
he wasn't a monster, after all.
he pulls out till just his tip is still inside after letting her get used to him, before slamming back inside, wanting to hear her scream. she knows she can't - they're in his office for god's sake! - and she hand to bite down on her hand to muffle her noises. seeing it enrages him; he pulls her hand out of her mouth. he moves harder - thrusting harder inside her.
he needs her to moan, he needs to hear how good he makes her feel.
it works, and a flurry of moans and whimpers tumble out of her lips. she's gonna cum, and she's trying to stave it of, but it's not working.
"st-stop, i'm gonna-"
"cum?" he finishes her sentence for her, and bites her neck, grinning against her skin, "do it, whore." he murmurs, but he uses the word lovingly, this time. "cum for me."
she does it. for him, or not, it doesn't matter. she cums so hard, she's worried she'll pass out, and he groans into her hair as her walls clench around him, finishing not so long after, as well. he pulls out, admiring the view. she looks so pretty like this - this is what she should always look like.
he looks over at his phone, and she follows his gaze. it's recording - and she's shocked she'd not noticed it again. he pauses the recording, putting it in his pocket, and she looks at him in a strange mix of pleading, confusion, and horror. she swallows softly.
"why did you need another one?" she finally whispers, and he grins, eyes crinkling - a kind smile on his face.
"the last one was insurance. this one's entertainment."
I'm not doing kinktober, but here is something darker to enjoy during a month when we should all be so lucky to catch this man's eye.
Contents: tw- stalking and kidnapping and shades of dub/noncon but nothing graphic, sexual language, a Dark! version of Jonathan Levy who has no interest in reality (sometimes neither do I)
(~1.4k words)
Thank you to @melodygatesauthor's Levy bot who straight up told me he likes to stalk his students.
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“I want to do things right this time.”
Jonathan Levy looks so earnest, holding your hand on the last day of the semester. The day he’s no longer your professor. The day he says he’s never thought of you as just his student.
He’s crowded you onto the couch in his office. It’s completely unexpected, but not completely unwelcome. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t touched yourself many times, thinking about the way he focuses his eyes on you when you’re discussing something in class, the way he pushes up his sleeves to write on the whiteboard, the outline of him in his khaki pants.
He rubs your hand gently between his. “You are exactly what I need. You’re almost perfect.”
He smiles softly at you. You smile back.
“We’d have to keep it quiet for awhile. Not secret,” he quickly corrects, “just maybe don’t tell your friends at first. And then I can walk you to class, we can start getting dinner together. I have it all planned out. Just say yes.”
You do. You can’t help it.
And he asks if you’re doing anything right now. And you’re getting in his car. And you’re driving with him to his house. And you’re going inside.
And it doesn’t occur to you that you’ve left your bag back at the university.
It doesn’t feel like anything is wrong at all.
Until he guides you to his office.
Or what he calls his office.
With a locked door.
And a wall covered in photos of you.
You back away from it. He stands in front of the wall like it’s a lecture he’s about to give. He doesn’t even try to stop you from trying the door. He knows it’s locked.
He touches a few of the photos on the wall. “These are my favorites.” He smiles at you.
One of you smiling while you’re reading in the park by your house.
One of you getting out of a friend's car, your underwear clearly visible under your skirt.
One of you with a cup of tea, looking out the window of your bedroom, a night you remember thinking about him as you lay in bed.
“You’ve become something of a hobby for me since my divorce. Like I said, I’m prepared to do things right this time,” he says, folding his arms and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Your back is to the door. You slide down, sitting against it, pulling your knees up to hug them.
“I thought I had it right with my ex-wife,” he starts to walk toward you, his voice warm and almost loving, “but I was too young myself. I could never break her in properly. Now, I know who I am. I just needed to know who you were too.”
He crouches down to face you. You try to turn your face, but he grips your chin.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he says. “Afraid of me. You have to be a little afraid of me for this to work. Do you understand?”
You feel your mouth tremble under his grip. He swipes his thumb along your lips.
“I have to admit, I am a little disappointed in you,” he says. “I thought, as intelligent as you are, you would have known I was following you. That I was two, no three, of the guys you’ve been talking with online. That’s going to stop, by the way.”
He lets go of your chin and sits next to you on the floor. You fight the urge to crawl away from him.
“You’re lucky I didn't have anything nefarious planned,” he says as he looks over at the pictures and printouts, your life boiled down to this controllable wall of information. “This is all purely research. At least, that’s how I see it.”
You look at the wall, your hands gripping together to stop from shaking. He's brilliant, it's true. And all of his genius and insight have been focused on one thing. You.
He laughs at himself. “I’m an academic at heart. You know that.” He frowns. “Look at me.”
There’s a photo on the wall of you with your parents. That was three whole hours away from here. Had he followed you to your family’s house?
“Look at me,” he repeats.
You see your class schedule on the wall, covered in handwritten notes. And another schedule that looks like what you do on the weekend, campus organizations you’re a part of. The names of your friends.
Jonathan grabs your shoulders, pushing your back down to the hardwood floor, his weight on top of you. It knocks the breath out of you.
“I said, look at me.”
You rip your gaze from your entire life, tacked up on his wall like a dead specimen in a museum.
“What’s wrong?” He says. “I expected your fear, but what is this other thing?”
It’s disgust. It’s revulsion. It’s a part of you that loves the feel of him on you, even now. It’s smelling his breath, hearing his voice. It’s the destruction of your safety, the start of something, the insanity of someone you had admired turning out to be… this.
“You wanted to be here,” he says, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the ground above your head. “Why are you acting like this?”
Your voice trembles. “This is not what I wanted.”
He kisses your forehead. You feel him start to get hard against you.
“Tell me what you envisioned, sweet girl. My beautiful, almost perfect, girl. You can have anything you want. Any scenario,” he smiles. “Any scenario that involves you not leaving here.”
You try to pull your wrists out of his grasp, but he’s stronger than he looks.
“What do you mean?” You ask.
He grins slightly. “I like this fight that you have. It’ll be a challenge not to fuck it all the way out of you.”
You buck against him, trying to escape.
“I can see it might take me longer than I thought to get this done,” he says.
“You’re crazy,” you spit at him.
“I’m in love,” he says, “and you’re in love with me too, my beautiful girl. You should be thanking me. I’ve done all of the work for us. The only thing you have to do is let yourself love me. Should be easy. I know you want me.”
“That was before.”
He’s so heavy and really, what’s the point of fighting. He’s locked the door. You have no phone.
“Let’s be reasonable then,” he says in a calm tone. “I asked you out and you said yes. Yes?”
His beard brushes against your face as he speaks.
“Yes,” you say.
“You’ve wanted me all semester, yes?”
His hips roll slightly against you. He’s fully hard now. Or at least you hope he is because he already feels huge against you.
“Tell me the truth,” he says.
“Yes.” You are so confused by the mess of feelings. Is the adrenaline turning you on? Or is it just him?
He smiles. “So, what’s changed? And more importantly, does knowing all of this about me change anything on a practical level? If anything, this proves that I’m in this for the long term. I’m committed to you and have been for months.
“I’ve read every book you’ve read, given you advice about your future at the university. I know your favorite restaurants. The ways you walk to class and work. How adorable you look when you’re alone at night in bed. It surprised me that you sleep naked. A good surprise.”
Slightly out of breath from struggling against him, you have to relax. Still keeping your wrists firmly in one of his hands, he removes his glasses and sets them on the floor by your head.
He's smiling at you like this is normal, like it's a date and not- you have no idea what this is. It's terror and belonging. It's a fantasy and a nightmare. It's fear and, God help you, it's love.
“I've been patient," he says. "You're going to stop looking at me like I'm insane. If you're unwilling to admit that you love me just yet, then think of it this way: it’s logic. I've made sure of everything. Just trust me."
He kisses you, claiming you. His beard is harsh against your skin, but the brush of it is exactly how you’d imagined. His mouth exactly as wet and demanding and maybe he’s right. Maybe you do want this.
His grip loosens on your wrists. His hand feels down your arm and shoulder, down your body until he’s pulling at the hem of your skirt, bunching it in his fingers and hiking it up.
He licks at your mouth, smiling as you open for him. “Now, are you going to be a good girl, or do I have to kill you?”
