themsbadbehavior

[themsbadbehavior]

This is your reminder to keep those legs wrapped around and locked, no pulling out.

[themsbadbehavior]

Before or after you’ve bred me?

Tap tap tap those tingles away

[themsbadbehavior]

I’d love to be Toto Wolff’s breeding baby.

Kinktober 2024

A/n: Hello my lovies! Here’s my kinktober 2024 masterlist! Hope you enjoy 😋

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUME.

MINORS DONT INTERACT

a/n: I do NOT have a taglist or tag people in the fics, i’m just to lazy for all that 🥲🎀 Also, there could be slight changes in the fics themselves

Day 1: Max Verstappen (Public vibrator)

Day 2: Oscar Piastri ( Overstimulation/ Femdom?)

Day 3: Nico Rosberg (Hate sex)

Day 4: Sebastian Vettel (Sub/dom)

Day 5: Alex Albon (High mile club)

Day 6: Yuki Tsunoda (Cockwarming)

Day 7: Liam Lawson (mirror sex)

Day 8: Charles Leclerc (virginity loss)

Day 9: Kimi Raikonen (Age Gap/ Dbf)

Day 10: Sergio Perez (Secret Relationship/ Almost caught)

Day 11: Lewis Hamilton (Denial)

Day 12: Carlos Sainz (Blowjob)

Day 13: Fernando Alonso (Breeding)

Day 14: Pierre Gasly (Mutual Masturbation)

Day 15: Max Verstappen (Dry humping)

Day 16: Landoscar (Threesome, ..?)

Day 17: Jenson Button (Another Dbf I fear)

Day 18: Fraco or mick, i haven’t decided

Day 19: Liam Lawson (Drunk admission- Sex)

Day 20: Charpierre (Double penetration)

Day 21: Oscar Piastri (Fingering)

Day 22: Sergio Perez (Public/Club sex) Inspo that one clip with lewis

Day 23: Sebastian Vettel (Breeding)

Day 24: Kimi Raikonnen (Overstimulation)

Day 25: Logan Sargent (Pegging)

Day 26: Seb/Lewis (Threesome, celebrating wdc)

Day 27: Charles Leclerc (Brothers best friend/teammate)

Day 28:Max Verstappen (Size Kink)

Day 29: Alex Albon (Cockwarming)

Day 30: Susie Wolff/ Horners Wife (Cheating, wlw)

Day 31: Request ideas? Not sure yet

This is my first time actually entering Kinktober and I pray to the fanfic gods that they’re not gonna take my motivation away cause smut is the hardest thing to write 🥲🧚🏻‍♂️

enjoy and send in ideas 🫶🏻

[themsbadbehavior]

This is Project 2025

[themsbadbehavior]

Cuddle me from the inside.

awe what’s up baby? would me slowly stroking your pretty cock make you feel better?

[themsbadbehavior]

Breed me where?

I'm not even trying to hide that I'm going to fuck your man... you're too weak to stop us anyway. Ever since he saw my big jugs in my bikini - he's been desperate to fuck me.

You can watch how a real woman pleases a man if you like bitch.

[themsbadbehavior]

HEATHERS (1989) written by Daniel Waters

[themsbadbehavior]

Promise?

I'm not using a condom sweetie. And I'm cumming as much as I can inside your tight little hole

[themsbadbehavior]

Wellness retreat, a first experience with a Sybian

Sofia had come to the Whispering Pines Retreat seeking a break from her hectic life—time to unwind, reconnect with herself, and explore new ways to heal both mind and body. It was a week of yoga, meditation, nature walks, and workshops on self-discovery. It had seemed like the perfect mix of peaceful relaxation and personal growth. The retreat had been marketed as a holistic journey, offering everything from mindfulness training to sound healing, but one workshop stood out for reasons she hadn’t fully admitted to herself:

"Journey into Sensual Awakening with the Sybian."

The description had been vague enough to seem almost innocent, promoting self-exploration and empowerment through a new kind of "intimate self-awareness." Sofia and her friend Elena had signed up, thinking it would be a lighthearted exploration of their sensuality. Truthfully, they didn’t even know what a Sybian was. When Sofia had read the workshop title aloud, they had shrugged, giggling nervously. It sounded like it could be fun—a little spicy, perhaps, but nothing too wild. After all, it was just one of many offerings at the retreat.

Then came the registration email.

It instructed attendees to come prepared—either wearing thin leggings or feeling comfortable arriving in just a robe and panties, or less. Sofia stared at the screen, her heart fluttering with both disbelief and curiosity. She’d laughed awkwardly with Elena, trying to play it off as no big deal, but the nervous excitement was undeniable. “What are we getting ourselves into?” Elena had joked, nudging her. Sofia had replied with a grin, “Well, at least it’ll make a great story.”

As the day of the session approached, they tried to maintain their lighthearted attitude. But when they entered the lodge that evening, the playful banter turned to quiet anticipation. The soft lighting cast a warm glow over the room, which was centered around a circle of Sybian machines—sleek, smooth, and slightly intimidating. Each machine had a seat and a control panel.

Sofia’s pulse quickened as she exchanged a wide-eyed look with Elena. This wasn’t just some playful exploration of sensuality; it was going to be a real, raw experience.

Marcus, the facilitator, stood at the front of the room. He welcomed everyone with a calm, reassuring smile, his voice warm and soothing. He explained how the session would work, emphasizing comfort, consent, and the importance of self-exploration. Each participant would have their own machine with a hygienic attachment, and there was no pressure to go beyond personal boundaries.

Then he invited the women to pick an attachment from the basket. Sofia’s eyes widened as she saw the range of silicone shapes—some small, others blatantly phallic. Her heart raced as she considered the larger, more familiar shapes that reminded her of her dildo at home, but there was no way she was going to mount that in front of everyone. No, this wasn’t the time for that.

Instead, she reached for a small, subtle nub, something she could manage without drawing too much attention. As she took her seat and attached it to the machine, she couldn’t help but feel a mixture of relief and anticipation. Elena, beside her, gave her a knowing grin.

“We’ve come this far. Let’s see where it goes,” Elena whispered.

Sofia took a deep breath and approached one of the Sybians. The smooth leather was cool under her fingertips as she felt the seat, her knees pressing the soft mat underneath. She unwrapped her personal attachment, feeling its soft silicone texture in her hands. With a nervous laugh, she secured it onto the machine, hearing the soft click as it locked into place. This was it. She couldn’t turn back now.

Elena, beside her, was doing the same, her fingers trembling slightly as she prepared her machine. Sophia had chosen a similar attachment, but hers had a taller, larger shape, still a nub, but more to press against. They shared one last look—a mixture of anticipation, curiosity, and excitement. The air in the room was thick with quiet tension as each woman took her place.

“ is everyone ready?” Marcus asked with a knowing smile, his hand hovering over the control panel.

Sofia nodded, her breath catching in her throat as the machine hummed to life. The initial vibration was soft, a teasing flutter against her clit. She let out a quiet breath, her body responding to the subtle pulse beneath her. It felt good—more than good—but still manageable. She shifted her hips slightly, trying to find a comfortable rhythm. This was supposed to be relaxing, right? A journey into sensual awakening, nothing too intense.

The room was still, the soft hum of the machines blending with the occasional rustle of fabric as the women adjusted their positions. Each woman kept to herself, eyes closed, heads down, all of them trying to remain composed. Sofia followed suit, rolling her hips gently in time with the low vibrations, her breath steady as she focused on keeping control.

But Marcus wasn’t done.

The vibration intensified suddenly, and Sofia’s eyes snapped open, her hips bucking instinctively against the machine. The jolt of pleasure shot through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Around her, she heard soft gasps, the other women also feeling the surge of intensity. It wasn’t gentle anymore; the machine was demanding something more, pushing them all to the edge far quicker than any of them had expected.

Elena’s breath hitched beside her, her hands gripping the edges of the machine as her body responded uncontrollably to the increasing vibrations. Her hips began to grind harder, a soft moan escaping her lips. Sofia glanced over, watching as Elena’s face flushed with pleasure. There was no pretending anymore—they were both caught in the same rising tide of arousal, and there was no going back.

Sofia’s own body betrayed her attempts at control. The soft silicone pressed against her clit, sending waves of heat coursing through her core. The vibration was relentless, a powerful hum that made her thighs tremble and her breath come faster. She wanted to stay composed, to ride the sensation with grace, but the pleasure was too strong. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against the machine as she felt the pressure build inside her.

“God… it’s so strong,” Sofia gasped, no longer able to keep her voice in check.

Across the room, a woman let out a sharp cry, her head falling back as her body shuddered. She could see that woman riding a cock shaped attachment. This is the first time Elena had seen a woman penetrated in real life in front of her . The sound of her orgasm filled the air, breaking the fragile barrier of restraint that had held the room together. One by one, the women began to lose control. Soft moans, gasps, and breathless whimpers filled the space, the hum of the machines now overpowered by the chorus of pleasure.

Sofia was no different. The Sybian was too much, the intensity too overwhelming. Her body shook, her thighs quivered as the vibrations pounded against her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Each time she thought she could regain control, the machine pushed her further, leaving her gasping for breath. She couldn’t stop herself. She didn’t want to.

“Oh… fuck,” she moaned, her voice raw, her body arching against the machine. The pleasure was all-consuming, a force that gripped her and refused to let go. Her hips bucked, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as her body responded to the relentless sensation.

She glanced at Elena, whose eyes were glazed over, her mouth open in a silent cry. Their eyes met, and without thinking, Sofia reached for her hand, their fingers intertwining. The connection between them amplified everything. The machine’s pounding rhythm, the shared sensation, the raw vulnerability—it all pushed Sofia further, until she was on the brink of something explosive.

“I can’t—oh God—I’m gonna—” Sofia cried out, her voice echoing through the room. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her with unstoppable force. Her body convulsed, thighs shaking as pleasure exploded inside her, wave after wave of intense, overwhelming bliss. She gripped Elena’s hand tighter, their bodies trembling together, their breathless gasps mingling in the air.

Around them, the other women were lost in their own worlds of ecstasy. The room had descended into pure, raw pleasure—moans, cries, and whispered curses blending together in a symphony of shared release. No one was holding back anymore. No one could. The machines had taken over, pushing them all beyond their limits.

As the vibrations began to slow, Sofia’s body quaked with aftershocks, her breath coming in uneven bursts. She collapsed forward, resting her forehead on the mat, her chest heaving as she tried to recover. Her thighs were slick, her body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm that had left her spent.

Beside her, Elena was in a similar state, panting softly, her hand still clutched in Sofia’s. They didn’t need to say anything. They had shared something raw, something primal, and no words were necessary.

The room was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the machines winding down and the gentle sighs of women coming down from their highs. They had all started out trying to contain themselves, trying to hold back their pleasure. But in the end, the machines had won, and they had all surrendered.

Sofia sat up slowly, wiping the sweat from her brow, her body still humming with the memory of the machine’s touch. She caught Elena’s eye again, and they both smiled—a knowing, satisfied smile that spoke volumes.

They had come here seeking something different, something that would awaken them. And they had found it.

[themsbadbehavior]

Make me look so beautiful.

[themsbadbehavior]

My favorite.

[themsbadbehavior]

New Daddy n’ me nights are super special. 🎀

cw abuse

Mom’s ex-boyfriend always checked in on her. The girl couldn’t handle being alone for long, so he would come by often to keep her company. Her mom considered it a kind favour – she worried about her little girl whenever she travelled for work. Their breakup had just made her separation anxiety worse. He was the closest thing to a father figure in her life, something she desperately needed.

The girl flinches when he touches her. Lying in her bed, his hand in her panties, she stuffs her face into the blanket and tries not to cry. “…stop…” A finger slips into her cunt. “ah! stop! i’m still sore from last time!” The paternal figure ignores her. Pulling up her shirt, her nipples are pinched and squeezed. A second finger works into her pussy as she starts to sob.

“Don’t be a baby, you’re all grown up now, act like it.” The man scolds the crying girl. She doesn’t feel grown up. Even though she had graduated over a year ago, her anxieties had kept her from pursuing a job or higher education. Most of her friends had stopped calling. He was her only regular visitor. “i can’t… tonight… stop…” Her mom’s ex-boyfriend strips her naked.

Thrusting his cock into the young girl’s pussy, he lets out a deep groan. She yelps and tries to push away, held in place by a harsh grip on her arm. The older man’s fingers cut into her already-bruised bicep. “owww! nuh- too much…” His hand moves to the back of her head, pushing her face deeper into the pillows. He admires the marks on her arms and body.

“Remember to wear long sleeves when your mom gets home.” The girl doesn’t respond. A muffled sob wafts out of the fabric, followed by a shriek when he smacks her clit. “Did you hear me?” She gasps, feeling every bit of his cock pounding into her. “yes i did! please don’t hit me there…” Another smack on her pussy. “What did I tell you to do?”

“Wear long sleeves so mom doesn’t see my bruises.” He pulls on her hair, looking into her tear-stained face. “Why is that so important?” She winces as he shoves his cock all the way inside her. “…cause mom won’t let you come around if she finds out.” More tears roll down her cheeks as he has rough sex with her innocent body. “And you don’t want that, do you?” Crying from pain and fear, he kisses her. “…no…” The girl finds comfort in their tongues touching.

“Good girl. Keep doing as you’re told and I’ll stick around.” The thought of him leaving makes her nauseous. “don’t go. don’t go. i’m trying-” She cuts herself off with another painful whimper. The man fucks her as hard as he can. He holds her arms behind her back and wrenches her legs open. Spread wide, she feels him push deeper with each thrust.

“stop stop stop stop it hurts!” He goes faster. “Shut up.” The girl breaks and cries uncontrollably. “I said shut up.” Annoyed by her disobedience, he drags her to the edge of the bed. Sniffling, she hides her face behind her hands. “Done crying?” His cock smacks against her clit. “Ask for more.” Stammering, the girl can’t speak. “You were so chatty a minute ago. Beg for more or I’ll leave you here.”

Her mom’s ex-boyfriend offers a reward. “Do it and I’ll let you call me dad.” Red eyes peer through her fingers. Her lips move silently. “Speak up.” Grabbing her wrists, he pulls them away from her face.

“abuse my pussy, daddy.” His thick cock stretches out her drippy hole. The girl winces. “please, daddy, abuse your little girl’s pussy.” The man puts all his weight into her, driving deep into her cunt. She cries and begs. “abuse my pussy – just don’t leave…” His cum fills her. Sobbing and flinching with each thrust, the girl presses her face into his chest. “…just don’t leave…”

[themsbadbehavior]

[themsbadbehavior]

Harder, Daddy. I want to see bruises on my ass.

[themsbadbehavior]

Such devotion.

[themsbadbehavior]

Can anyone slap me like that pls 😭

[themsbadbehavior]

Science Exhibit Fantasy

You're spread out naked on a table as a presenter exhibits you to a room of people. They describe your body explicitly and talk about you like an object of curiosity, and the audience stares, intrigued. The presenter begins to stimulate you, remarking on your reactions. They pinch your nipple, and they remark on how when they do that, your nipples get hard, blood flows to your pussy, and your pussy starts to get wet to prepare for penetration. They say that these are all signs of sexual arousal, and you feel yourself blush.

They brush their gloved finger ever so gently along your wet pussy, flicking your clit, and explain that when they do that, you become more aroused, and that's why you're breathing faster and squirming a little. As they say this, you try to keep still.

The whole time they're doing this, you can feel the audience's eyes on you, and the air against your naked skin. You feel yourself involuntarily exhibiting all of the reactions the presenter is listing - hair standing on end, your heartbeat in your pussy, shakes, twitches, involuntary gasps or slight moans. Every time they predict a reaction and then force your body to do it, you feel more and more like a thing made for their amusement. But your pussy is so wet and you're desperate to be touched, even though it's so embarrassing to be put on display like this, moaning and writhing in front of all these people.

The last demonstration of the exhibit is showing them what it looks like and sounds like when you orgasm. Assistants step in to help with this step. Two begin to suck on your tits, flicking your nipples with their tongues. You moan involuntarily, writhing on the table. One lubes up a dildo and slides it into your pussy, pumping in and out of you excruciatingly slowly. Your eyes rolls back and your mouth gapes open, but you try to stifle your moans and resist the urge to touch yourself. In between gasps, you beg them to stop, not to make you cum in front of this room of strangers. But then one assistant begins to pump your swollen clit between their fingers, and within a few seconds you're screaming, unable to control yourself. The audience sits forward in their seats at this spectacle. You writhe and scream, shaking from the intensity of the orgasm, and as the come-down starts, you feel the dozens of eyes watching you and you want to crawl into a hole and disappear. You didn't want to cum in front of all these people, really. You just couldn't help it, it was so much. You didn't enjoy it, right?

The audience is amazed. They'll definitely tell all their friends about this fascinating new exhibit. Those friends will definitely buy tickets to the show tomorrow night. And the next. And the next...