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Look at you, so desperate || Thomas || 18+ || Kinktober 2022 ||
Part of my Kinktober Masterlist that you can find ~here~
My main Masterlist can be found ~~here~~
Summary:
Warnings: creampie, p in v, smut, 18+ minors DNI!
After exploring all of Allerdale Hall alone, you decided to make a trip upstairs to meet your husband in the attic. Lucille had moved out of the manor a week ago by the order of your husband. You were later told why she had left and it had taken you a couple of days to come to terms with what the two of them had been doing but you eventually came to and forgave him. He didn't want to harm you, that's why he sent Lucille away.
When you pushed open the door to the attic workshop, the scent of wood and fresh snow hit your nose and you smiled, watching as Thomas stood by an open window nursing a cup of tea. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his middle, your head resting on his chest as you sighed happily.
"Fun day?" Thomas whispered, his head resting against yours as his eyes still scanned over the acres of land that surrounded Allerdale.
You shook your head and looked up at him with a pout on your lips. "It would be much better if you had joined me," you whispered, feeling his arms snake around your waist, "I wish you had come along."
"My many apologies, my darling," Thomas whispered tenderly, peppering kisses on your head as his arms tightened around your waist and he held you close to him, "are you lonely?"
His hoarse voice, filling with lust and need lit a fire in your body that you had pushed away since your wedding night. "Very, husband," you whispered, your hands resting on his chest as you faced him, his oceanic blues locked onto your eyes as he studied how much your body needed him, "please, I'm so lonely."
Thomas effortlessly lifted you into his arms and descended the stairs to the master bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him and throwing you onto the bed. He skillfully helped you out of your dress, kissing every bit of flesh that was exposed to him as you leaned your head back against the pillow and sighed happily.
Thomas's kisses littered across your body as he paid attention to all of you. Making sure that every little bit of you got attention. When you were fully bare for him, you smiled at him and got onto your knees, reaching forward and unbuttoning his loose shit, pulling off his suspenders and his shirt.
Once he was bare, you began to kiss his shoulder down to his clavicle, enjoying the sight of your husband sighing contentedly and shuffling to give you more access to his body. You didn't carry on for long, though, as you allowed him to lay you down on the bed and his hands began to caress down the softness of your skin.
"Beautiful," the Baronet whispered, his thumbs running over your perked nipples as you mewled beneath him. His hand descended to your glistening folds and the Baronet swore beneath his breath as two fingers plunged into the awaiting heat of your cunt.
You moaned aloud as his fingers curled inside you, stimulating your sensitive walls as he smirked down at you, his oceanic blues practically swimming with the lust he felt for you, for his wife.
"Sweet dove," his angelic voice, now laced with lust that ignited something in your stomach, "I shall make you scream."
You preened and eagerly settled your hands on his broad shoulders as he leaned down and sealed his lips to yours, his fingers leaving you but quickly returning to guide his cock into your awaiting folds. You moaned as he sunk inside you and you felt his cock twitch against your walls as he began to shallowly thrust in and out of you.
"Thomas!" you cried out as his thrusts began to increase in speed and your eyebrows pulled together as your thoughts became consumed by thoughts of him. "Fuck!" you cried out as he thrust sharply into you and you heard him moan above you.
The Baronet reached down and cupped your breast as his thrusts increased in speed, making your vision go white as you became consumed in the pleasure that you were being given from his glorious cock. You trembled as you felt the familiar tingling of your orgasm building up and your eyebrows pulled together as you gasped, your hands flying up to his hair.
Once Thomas realised that you were close to your end, he pulled out to the tip of his cock and you whined from the loss of stimulation. The man didn't wait forever, however, as he buried himself back between your folds and his speed returned, the throbbing of your orgasm returning to you as you cried out and twisted your fingers through his curls.
"Fuck, my love," he whispered, his brow becoming damp with sweat, bliss painted so perfectly over his features that you were surprised that he was human. He looked so good, he deserved to be a sculpted figure in all his naked glory so close to the edge of orgasmic release.
You tenderly caressed his cheek as his eyes opened to take you in properly, his thrusts slowly becoming out of sync as his orgasm crept closer, spurred on by every thrust of his cock into your demanding hole.
"Cum with me," you whispered, feeling the Baronet's cock twitch inside you at the sultry way you spoke.
Thomas nodded and his hand flew down to sharply circle your clit, his teeth biting down on the skin of your clavicle, bliss washing over him as he listened to you scream with pleasure and drop over the edge into ecstasy with him whining and releasing inside of you moments later.
Slowly, Thomas pulled out of you and watched the cum ooze out of your tired cunt and he pushed it back into you as his eyes met yours, a devious smirk on his lips, "none shall be wasted."
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𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥
pairing(s); tom holland x fem!reader, sub!tom x dom!reader
summary; Tom hadn’t been to a costume party since he was in college but thanks to his brother Harry he’s broken his record but the actor quite say he regret making a deal with the devil —kinktober day; 21—
word count; 1.5k
warning(s); SMUT, spanking, face riding, oral (f receiving), tail job?, edging, kisses, pet names, and language
playlist; glory box by portishead
A/n:—GIFs; @ffckedup & @erensbitch— It’s kink mf tober
“Oh fuck you Harry” Tom muttered watching the banquet come into his view and suddenly his urge to crawl up into a ball and have his driver that was made to sure he entered the establishment by his dear brother of course take him back home while he inched closer to the party it was VIP, invite, and celebs only but the didn’t seem to make the brunette go jump off a cliff any less
If anything it could make the urge stronger
“Is there a problem Mr Holland?” The chauffeur questioned as he opened the brunettes door a little underlying urge to his voice and the actor took the hint stepping out of the black Porsche patting the man on his suit covered shoulder shaking his head with a small smile
“No, thank you” Suddenly not really so for the suit secure on his toned body not expecting the familiar white flashing lights shoved into his face as multiple questions were thrown his way he tight lipped the pap before getting rushed into the building flashing changing colored lights and blaring music taking over his senses and he heard different greetings from all over the place
“Spidey!”
“Oh Tom hi!”
“Is that the real suit man!?”
it was definitely college nostalgia to say the least
He smiled and waved at all of who he could making his way toward the bar a whiskey on the rocks imbedded in his mind greatly he had been mingling for less than twenty minutes and he already wanted to leave the least he could do is indulge in a little drink to treat himself for not already crawling under a rock
“Need a drink?” Tom heard a voice directly by his ear and when he turned to his head to look at the direction of sound just to turn around and find nothing before he reset to his usual position you were in front of him horns coming from your forehead your eyes crimson fangs peaking through as you spoke
“Pretty boy can’t handle loud noises and flashing lights?” You questioned lowly a teasing underlying tone thick on your tongue as you took a glass from the counter setting a cube in the glass and pouring Jack Daniels in the glass passing it to the brunette swiftly
“That’s cute, well aren’t you adorable” He hummed before taking a swallow of the bitter liquid falling into his mouth and down his throat eyebrows furrowing when he looked up from his glass and you weren’t there in front of him like you were
“Willing to make a deal with the devil Tommy?” You hummed in the actors ear making him shiver his mouth agape at the sudden change his eyes darting from behind the counter back towards where you’re standing now his heartbeat staring to beat a bit faster
“I-I um, guess I’ll roll that dice” He whispered before jumping in his seat as something wrapped around his leg before retreating and looked down to see a very realistic looking tail swinging back and forth at his feet before you were walking away a dramatic sway in your hips
“That one’s a looker who’s your designer? Woah where you going darling?” Tom was out of his seat following after you dodging dancing bodies until the music was dying down in his ears the lights no longer flashing in his eyes the actor felt a fog take over him clouding his senses until he was somewhere he completely didn’t recognize
“Gonna ask you one more time, willing to make a deal with the devil” He could see you fully now his head spinning his sense fully clouded of you his pupils dilated and his control felt compelled to you
“Whatever you want.. Miss whatever you want” He uttered dropping to his knees in front of you while your tail swayed against the back of your calves while you circled the brunette your heels clicking against the floor before you took a seat behind him your head tilting at the sight of his toned back
“You’ve done this before?” You interrogate him not moving from your position on the end of the giant bed frame while pressing a heel on the surface of his back pushing him to all fours while he goes down without a protest
“Yes mam” You hummed in response he’s obedient and pure with just with a little dark underlying it was… refreshing to say the least
“Go across the room strip I want everything off and then, crawl back to me” The brunette scurried away and he thanked the years of rushing in and out of the suit all over the world while he heard you heels against the floor the sound imbedded in his mind while crouching back down to his knees slowly returning to the spot he once was this time his carved face looking up into yours with those doe brown eyes filled with just about zero thoughts, jaw sharp enough to cut a sheet of glass, and the slight bump on his nose that would hit the spot
“You’ve ever been punished Tommy?” You whispered and he felt the presence of your tail against him again this time a thousand more times pleasurable causing him to let out an uncontrollable moan slipping from his lips his cheeks heating up tinting a soft pink before he could open his mouth for a response something whipped down on his lower back and the crack of his ass a whimper tangling in the brunettes tongue his curls sticking to his forehead
“I asked you a question” You hissed patience wearing blatantly thin
“Yes miss I have” He winced at the crop coming back down on his ass the sting subtle at first before cracking a burning punch and it continues tears brought to his eyes dripping onto the floor his backside battered and bruised and the actor knew sitting down would be a challenge for the next few days to come
“You think you should apologize for your manners pup?” You come into his view now only in a set of black lace that didn’t cover much he could feel himself salivating in his mouth
“Yes, please let me I’ll make it right I swear- I’ll do anythin-” He quiets at the look of you hand in the air aiding him to stop your presence demanding attention and affection God by the looks of it to Tom you deserve to be prayed to a temple built directly off of your body You slip down the pair of underwear your cunt bared to him while you took striding steps towards his frame and the pale boy took a small second to dart out his tongue to wet his lips before you hovering directly over his face like a dog with a bone
“Look at you finally learning being a real good boy, stay, stay, eat.” You hummed as he dived into your clit at your call his tongue dipping into you fold collecting the build up of arousal and your hand slithers up to his head and into his hair pulling and tugging roughly causing Tom to whine coyly the vibrations shooting up your spleen causing you to close your thighs on his head a borderline pornographic moan spilling from you while your rolled you hips against his face the bump in his nose hitting your clotting causing your hips to stutter
Toms hips suddenly bucked up into nothing a muffled groan that would’ve shook the room otherwise coming from his throat your tail wrapped around his cock stroking him the same pace he was stroking your clit with his tongue and the brunette began to come to the realization that it really wasn’t a prosthetic as he circled your clit flattening his tongue against your bundle of nerves while you hissed in pleasure your knees shaking on either side of his head he takes this time to finally attack your bud like a shark in a pool with a drop of blood and your eyes snap open while you let out a scream your coating rushing down to Tom’s tongue dribbling down his chin while he lapped up all the juices he scientifically could and then some the action riding you through your high almost putting you into overstimulation until you finally lift up your knees a little wobbly and your stance a little more slouched and the look you explain on the man’s face is drunk to say the least
You smirk while he whines your tail coming of his flushed cock his release slipping through his fingers like sand
“Didn’t think it’d be that easy did you?”
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day seven - waxplay
pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader
word count: 514
warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; fingering, probably very unsafe waxplay, some praise kink
• kinktober 2023 masterlist •
“How does it feel, my dove?” Oberyn asked, his voice soft and smooth, watching in delight as the crimson wax dripped from the tip of the candle onto her body.
Drawing stripes across her belly, pooling in the dip below her sternum. Decorating her as he saw fit.
She moaned, the hot sensation foreign but pleasant on her skin. Searing, for just a moment before it cooled and dried, leaving behind only a faint warmth, like a mark.
“It feels magnificent, my Prince.” Voice breathy, writhing below his dark gaze. Clearly he enjoyed this a great deal, a mischievous grin on his lips as his hand wandered higher. “Like it is burning me, but not hurting too much.”
Oberyn tilted the candle again, letting more liquid wax drip onto her breasts, letting it flow over one nipple and observing how her breath hitched, taking in the hum that followed. Her naked thighs squeezed together to relieve some of the throbbing pressure, to find some friction.
His free hand hovered closely over her body, not close enough to actually touch her, just to build up the anticipation.
“You look beautiful like this, my sweet.” Pairing the praise with more of the burning sensation as he covered her other nipple as well, her hands twisted into the silken sheets below her.
His hand moved further down her body, only hovering still. He could see her limbs twitch whenever he lowered it enough to brush over the fine hairs covering her skin.
So responsive to his ministrations, choking on her moan when he slipped a finger between her wet folds, paired with more wax on the valley between her breasts. Finding the sensitive bud there and applying pressure.
“How does that feel?” He inquired, smirking like a devil and dripping more hot wax over her.
Her response came in the form of a moan, his fingers dipping lower and into her, her back arching and causing some of the still liquid wax to run down her body.
Letting her writhe for a bit beneath his touch, curling his fingers before he asked again.
“I asked you how you feel, my sweet dove.” His voice was firmer, more demanding, but he didn’t stop his movements. Pumping the digits in and out of her at a rapid pace, thick and girthy. “Your Prince demands an answer.”
Another moan slipped past her lips as he paired the curl of his fingers with more wax on her, so close to her peak.
“Magnificent.” She breathed out, her orgasm crashing into her shortly after. Letting her eyes roll into the back of her head, a cry of his name rolling off her tongue.
All while he watched, his own little artwork, covered in wax and still clutching his fingers tightly.
“Good, my little dove.” He chuckled quietly, withdrawing his fingers. Admiring her flushed skin. “You look beautiful like this.”
She simply nodded, delirious from the sensations he had bestowed upon her. Warm from both the wax and his words, already excited to see what else he would want to do with her.
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I am so ready for the spooky season and we don't even celebrate Halloween where I am from.
But man...Crimson Peak, gothic novels, kinktober, pumpkins, the COLOURS!!!
Where are my autumn girlies at??
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Kinktober Day 1: Diluc- Leather
R18+ Minors: Do Not Read
Read on A03. Day 2->
A moan escapes you despite your best effort to keep your voice down as you feel the soft leather of your lover's glove trail down your body. You loved moments like this, the rare occasion where you and Diluc could slip away from all of the responsibilities and worries. But this, this was an extra special treat for you.
Diluc peaked up at you from crimson bangs–his jacket and shirt tossed somewhere you couldn’t be bothered to remember allowing you to look down at his toned torso. His pants were still in place with a delicious bulge beginning to form from just the sound of your needy whines. But your favorite part wasn’t all of that. No, it was the fact that in his haste–he hadn’t bothered to take off his gloves.
The worn and well-worked leather of his gloves toyed at your whole–covering them with your need as he toyed with your clit. The texture of them added to your sensitivity as he let a soft chuckle escape him before he slipped two fingers in expertly–leaving his thumb to apply pressure to the sensitive nub.
You let out a whine, even louder than before as he moved his other hand up to silence your cry as he let two fingers slip between your lips to try and stifle the sound. Staff was still working at this hour after all, and the last thing they needed was to distract them from their work.
The taste of the leather on your tongue had your eyes rolling back as your needy pleas became muffled. He moved his fingers in and out of you quicker to pick up the pace–the texture rubbing against your walls so perfectly in time with his thumb circling your clit. It was too, much, far too much as also not nearly enough.
“Come for me darling,” Diluc demanded in a whisper as his ruby red eyes burned into your own as you peaked down at him. He somehow looked just as completely debouched as you did from this alone and the sight of him with his gloved hand fucking you open was just too much as you finally felt your walls clench around him.
He gives you a second, ever the gentlemen, as he removes his hands from your mouth and sex. He catches his breath at the same moment you are as well while you lazily blink up at him.
“Sorry about your gloves,” you apologize weakly when your strength is finally back enough.
“I can get others. The sounds you make when I use them are far worth it,” Diluc says with almost a drunken smile as he crawls up on the bed to place a searing kiss against your lips. “Besides, we are far from done ruining this pair just yet.”
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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Tim Three: Return of the Kink
Day 5: Collared and Craved (Collar)
🔞MINORS DNI🔞
Pairing: Spy x Fem!Reader
Summary: Spy takes you to a hotel and gives you a very special gift
Tags: Collaring, sub/dom, oral, mirrors, hotels, aftercare
Word Count: 3.2k
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It was rare that you and Spy were able to get away from the base. Mercenary work seemed to always be in full swing, even if you were battling over land that was ultimately useless. Breaks were few and far between, but you tried not to complain. After all, you had seen Ms. Pauling’s work schedule, and that alone proved that it could always be worse.
Still, when you were lucky enough to be allowed some time off, you made full use of it. Or rather, Spy made full use of it. He was the one who decided the two of you desperately needed a getaway, booking a hotel and leaving town for a few days of much needed peace and quiet, far from the chaos of the base. At least, that was the explanation he gave the rest of the mercs. You knew better.
Your anticipation peaked when you finally arrived, stepping out of the car and into the lobby of a lavish hotel. Of course, Spy would spare no expense. Taking you by the arm, he led you to your room. With the turn of a key, you stepped into the lap of luxury.
“Oh wow!” You gaped at the room with wide eyes. It was clearly more of a suite than a room now that you got a good look at it.
“Impressive, non?” Spy said, clearly proud of himself.
“This is gorgeous! I’ve never stayed in a room like this before.” You quickly set off to explore the space. “Look at this kitchenette! And is this a jacuzzi tub?”
Spy watched as you paced about the suite, enraptured by it at every turn. He let you wander while he set your suitcases on a nearby sofa. At the moment you were particularly interested in the bathroom, clearly in awe at the size of the shower. It was certainly an improvement compared to the cramped locker rooms you were used to. Spy took the opportunity to open his suitcase, taking out something of great importance- the true reason why he had brought you here in the first place.
“This room isn’t the only surprise I have for you, mon amour!” he called out to you. You practically ran back into the main room, wide eyed.
“Spy, what else could you possibly have-”
“Come over here and I will show you,” Spy said, this time adding a quick and effective snap of his fingers.
To anyone else, such a gesture would seem mundane, or even a bit rude. To you, it was like flicking a switch. Both you and Spy knew what that snap meant. Promptly, you approached him, standing before him with your head bowed respectfully.
“Obedient as always,” Spy said. You could hear the approval in his voice, and it made you smile. You noticed that he was holding a small box in front of him, offering it to you. “Go ahead, open it.”
You took the box, running your fingers over it, simple, smooth, and black. Its surface offered no clues as to what it may contain. You lifted the lid delicately and gasped when you finally saw its contents. “Oh…” The inside of the box was lined with a deep red velvet, framing a strip of high quality black leather. A circular charm was attached at the center with a clasp. Upon closer inspection, you found the charm to be engraved with Spy’s class insignia.
It almost felt wrong to touch it, to remove the collar from its perfect, crimson casing, even though it was not delicate by any means. When you finally removed it from the box, you could tell that the leather was strong and sturdy, only the finest for you. “It’s beautiful,” you said.
“It will look even better on you. May I, my dear?” Spy held out a hand and you gave him the collar. He turned you around so that you were facing a nearby mirror. You watched, captivated as he clasped the leather around your neck. When he was finished he ran his hands over your shoulders, massaging them gently as he maintained eye contact through the mirror, looking almost ravenously at your reflection now that you bore his mark. “Is it comfortable? Tell me the truth. We can easily have it adjusted if it’s not.”
You reached up, fitting two fingers between your skin and the collar. A few deep breaths confirmed that your breathing wasn’t restricted. “It’s perfect,” you said, turning back around to face Spy.
“Not as perfect as the chiot wearing it.” Spy smiled down at you while you looked up at him, confused.
“Chiot?” You repeated the word with an inquisitive tone.
Spy smirked. “It means ‘puppy,’ ma chérie.” He paused to admire the blush that colored your cheeks. “Now, what do you say when your master compliments you?”
“Thank you, sir,” you said, embarrassed that it had taken you this long to offer your gratitude.
“Good girl. Now, I have quite a night planned for you, ange. To start, how about you prove just how deserving you are of that collar?”
A giddy smile spread across your face. “I would like that.”
You were quickly led to the bed. Even now, you couldn’t resist looking around the room, but it was only now that you began to notice some smaller details. A lack of windows allowed for the utmost privacy. Mirrors were placed almost strategically, especially around the bed, couch, and even the bathtub as far as you could recall. However the true cincher was the small, pink bottle of what was unmistakably lube placed on the nightstand, labeled with fancy calligraphy that read ‘complimentary.’ This was a hotel meant for very specific activities.
Spy sat on the edge of the bed, but when you moved to join him he shook his head. “Not yet. Kneel for me.”
You did so immediately, unfastening Spy’s belt with practiced skill. It wasn’t long before you had taken his cock in hand, stroking him with a familiar rhythm. You had done this part enough times for it to be routine. Once he was hard, the real fun would begin.
“You know just what to do, ma chérie,” Spy sighed, watching you work with rapt attention. You knew just what he liked, and it wasn’t long before he was standing at attention.
Opening your mouth, you started slow, licking along the underside of his cock. That earned you an appreciative groan. From there you worked up to the head, speeding up and slowing down as per Spy’s commands, often delivered in the form of simple hand gestures that you were quite familiar with. A beckoning motion urged you to go faster, while a gentle tap on your shoulder warned you to slow down. You always had a tendency to become a bit overeager. Spy had tried to train that out of you, only to eventually relent as it seemed to simply be a part of your nature. The most important thing was that he remained in control, and you always heeded his orders.
Eventually you worked your way up to taking him deep, barely even gagging as he hit the back of your throat. You had plenty of practice, after all. Spy’s soft moans also proved to be a great motivator. Those were the sounds you loved to hear, a clear sign that you were doing a good job. As long as he kept making those noises, you would gladly bring him to climax like this.
Spy knew you loved his moans, but he also knew that you loved to be praised, and every so often he would offer a bit of encouragement to spur you on even more. “Try to look up at me, darling. Oui, that’s it. So beautiful.” The way you moaned against him, low and deep, only enhanced the pleasure he felt.
He dug his fingers into the edge of the bed, trying to keep his composure, but it soon became clear that those vibrations were bringing him dangerously close to the edge. Spy took a deep breath, trying to regain some control. He motioned for you to slow down, but that didn’t stop you from continuing to moan around his cock. It was only when he began to feel tempted to buck into your mouth that he finally had to bring a stop to things.
“That’s enough darling!” Spy spoke suddenly, almost sounding panicked as he realized how close he was to spilling down your throat. You pulled away, lips swollen and breathing hard. With the collar around your neck and the way you were panting, you truly fit the image of an obedient little puppy. Once he collected himself, Spy patted the mattress, smiling down at you. “Come join me, pet.”
You sat up slowly, wincing a bit at the soreness in your knees before climbing onto the bed and- oh. Those were handcuffs. There were thick, leather handcuffs attached to the headboard. You glanced at them nervously. Restraint wasn’t one of your preferred methods of play. In fact, it was often paired with edging and some lengthy punishment. All of this was negotiated, of course, but it still wasn’t meant to be fun for you. Spy followed your gaze and was quick to assuage your fears.
“Pay those no mind. As long as you’re well behaved, we will have no need for them.” Spy shrugged, dropping his dominant image for a moment. “The truth is, they simply came with the room.”
That got a chuckle out of you. You took a moment to once again take in the abundance of mirrors surrounding the bed. Now you could even notice the reflective surfaces mounted to the ceiling. Spy seemed to meet your eyes in the reflections at times, making you glance away with a blush.
Spy leaned down to kiss you, feeling your body shiver beneath him. His tongue slipped out to taste you, a silent request to deepen the kiss, which you allowed with the parting of your lips. You tried to return the embrace with the same passion he exuded, but your resolve was waning as your arousal grew. You were helpless to do anything but tremble with need before long.
You whined against his mouth, your desperate attempts to speak to him muffled by his lips. He was addicted to you, tasting you and savoring you like a fine wine. Your lips were so warm against his. The sweet little whimpers you let out between breaks for air. His body was heavy on yours, a comfortable pressure that made you feel safe and secure. It was a shame when he sat back up again.
“On all fours, darling. Let me see how well you present yourself,” Spy said. You looked dazed. Even so, you managed to obey quickly, flipping over and arching your back.
Spy did tend to prefer positions where he could see your face, but every so often he could appreciate the primal rush of taking you from behind, watching you try to stifle your moans in a pillow so the rest of his team wouldn’t hear. You wouldn't need to worry about that tonight though. His team wasn’t here, these rooms were soundproof, and he would be sure to hear every little noise drawn past those pretty lips of yours.
Glancing forward, Spy noticed he wouldn’t have to worry about not seeing your face after all. A perfectly placed mirror, no doubt meant for activities such as this, allowed him to see your expression so long as you kept your head up and facing forward. Right now you looked positively desperate, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, hands balled into fists that gripped at the bedsheets. You needed him badly. “I want you looking at that mirror the whole time, ma chérie, understand?”
“Yes sir!”
“Good. I want you to watch me as I take you.” You watched as he leaned over, retrieving that small bottle from the nightstand. “I want to see the beautiful expressions you make when I pleasure you.”
You watched obediently as Spy reached over to retrieve the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He poured some onto his fingers, leaving them glistening and slick. You gasped, startled when Spy slowly but suddenly pushed a single digit into you. You clenched around his finger, already desperate for more. “Feels good,” you whimpered, barely able to form a full sentence. “More, please!”
Spy met your gaze in the mirror, your pleading eyes reflected back at him. “It seems I hardly needed lube at all. You are practically dripping for me.”
Your face went crimson and you had to fight the urge to instinctively hide away in the nearest pillow. A second finger was soon added, but it seemed even Spy was growing impatient with teasing you. You heard him fiddling with the lube again, the pop of the cap followed by the slick sound of Spy stroking himself, preparing himself for you. ‘Finally,’ you thought. You were lucky you weren’t standing, as your knees would have surely buckled the moment you felt Spy’s cock pressing against your entrance.
“You have done so well for me,” Spy whispered, placing his hands on your waist before finally sliding in. His eyes fluttered closed, a look of pure bliss crossing his features, mouth falling open with a low moan. “You’ve earned this, ma petite fleur. Make sure you enjoy every moment of it.”
Oh, you most certainly would. You moved your hips back to meet his thrusts, feeling him deep as he grazed against all the right spots. This was what you needed, what you had been craving since Spy fastened that collar around your neck. One of your hands went up to it for a moment, feeling the charm dangling from the leather. You felt it between your fingers, smirking with pride at the feeling of the engraving. You were his. You were all his.
“You are perfect. So beautiful, and so good. You make me want to show you off, darling. Would you like that?” Spy asked. He held a tight grasp on your hips, pulling them against his whenever you tried to answer him, assuring that your response would come only as a half-coherent moan. Even so, you still tried.
“Yes sir! I would like that,” you gasped as another particularly hard thrust practically chased the air from your lungs.
“Perhaps I could take you like this in front of our teammates, make a proper exhibitionist out of you. Would you whine and perform like the little dog you are?” Spy chuckled, tugging slightly at your collar for emphasis. “My good little puppy. Imagine how envious they would be, knowing you’re all mine, seeing how well you take my cock. Oh merde, you’re going to make me come, darling!”
Spy’s voice broke, his composure beginning to crack. You were close too. “Please,” you begged. Your arms were shaking. You weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to hold yourself upright. “Please touch my clit! I’ve been good, I’ve been so good!”
“You have, chérie.” It was obvious that Spy was beginning to lose himself. He was doubled over, leaning more of his weight on you. “You’ve been such a good girl.”
Reaching around your waist, his fingers found that sensitive, neglected bundle of nerves. You collapsed onto your elbows, still trying to hold your head upright so that Spy could watch you as you came for him. You nearly screamed, crying out as the tension in your core finally found release. Spy was shuddering against you. You could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he rode out the high, trying his best not to collapse on top of you once it was over.
You were not as successful in that endeavor, falling limp the moment the aftershocks began to ebb. Your limbs felt numb, completely useless for holding you up anymore. You laid face down on the mattress, breathing in the clean cotton scent of the hotel sheets. Spy settled in next to you, rolling you over so that you could get some fresh air. You had just enough strength to hook a leg over his, your limbs becoming entwined. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable position, but the afterglow was so thick around you that it wasn’t an issue. All that mattered was being as close as possible, soothing and guiding each other through the drop.
Spy showered you with affection, his lips pressing softly against your cheeks and sometimes migrating to your lips if you were receptive to it. Between kisses he would whisper to you, sometimes praise, sometimes reassurance, and every so often an “I love you.” You whined when he suddenly moved to get up from the bed, but you were placated with promises that he would be back in just a moment.
You heard water running, and sure enough, Spy returned with a glass of cold water from the kitchenette. You sat up, taking the glass and downing it, not realizing how thirsty you had been. In the distance, you could still hear a faucet running. “I’m preparing a bath for us,” Spy explained, kissing your cheek again. “They have bubbles, and I requested your favorite soaps- vanilla, lavender, jasmine. I am partial to lavender, but whatever you choose is fine.”
He let you lean against his chest for a moment, taking the now empty glass back before you dropped it. “Thank you,” you sighed. The pressure of jacuzzi tub jets against your sore muscles sounded absolutely heavenly right now. Your eyes had drifted shut, but you opened them again when you felt something else being placed in your hands.
“There are also these, in case you need a little something to boost your energy,” Spy said, motioning towards the box he had just handed you. You untied the ribbon holding it closed with shaky hands, opening it to reveal an array of fancy chocolates. Of course Spy would go for one of the most cliché romantic gifts in the book. Not that you were complaining as you took one and popped it into your mouth, letting it melt on your tongue with a satisfied hum.
“Thank you,” you said again. Absentmindedly, you raised a hand to your throat, feeling the collar that had incited this whole night, still fastened around your neck. As much as you loathed the thought of taking it off, you didn’t want to risk ruining it with soap and water.
“Turn around,” Spy said, seemingly reading your thoughts. He began to unfasten the buckle, letting the leather fall away from your neck. “Only I can take this on and off, mon amour. Can you agree to this rule?”
“Yes sir,” you said, watching as he placed the collar back into its velvet lined box for safe keeping.
“Splendid. Also, just so you know, the charm is removable, so you can wear it discreetly, even in public.” You blushed hard at that. The idea of wearing an otherwise inconspicuous symbol of ownership felt so scandalous, and you rather liked it. Spy kissed you again, tasting a hint of chocolate on your lips. “But that will be an adventure for another day. That bath should be ready by now. Here, let me help you up, chére.” You stood up on shaky legs, leaning heavily on Spy. Carefully, he led you towards a much needed bath and some well earned rest.
#tf2 x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#merc x reader#minors dni#smut#tf2 smut#team fortress 2#cross posted on ao3#tf2#spy x reader#spy team fortress 2#spy team fortress#tf2 spy#spy tf2
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Okay but an Crimson Peak inspired au where the character and his sister have a secret relationship together, using their combined manipulative natures and kind dispositions to ensnare women in their web. They live like a married couple together until they decide it's time to con another family. His sister finds the woman and becomes a dear friend to them, all the while talking up her brother and his intelligence and facilitating interactions between them. Though she hates watching her dear brothed marry all these daft women while knowing she could never do the same, she finds her solace when he makes sure to spend all his nights with her like before. His new wife complains to her about how they never consummated the marriage while she just smirks on the inside, still dripping a bit of her brother's thick cream. She takes pleasure in poisoning the woman who thought she could take the man of her life away, slowly increasing the doses to make the woman's death look natural. Once this woman is out of the way, they shouldn't have to do this for at least a couple years, giving them plenty of time to make up for the slight loss of time together. They fuck in every room of the woman's estate and fill it with their energies, his sister only finding satisfaction once she knew she'd ruined every room the poor lady had. As she fucks him in the woman's bed or in the living room in front of a portrait of the deceased, she feels her power and confidence come back to her. While she draws loud noises from her brother and grips him tightly with her clenched hole, she whispers in his ear about how this is the best time to fill her with the babe he'd been promising. When he starts to resist, she explains that they should be in the clear and likely wouldn't have to kill another until their babe aged at least a year. While he buries his head in her neck and nuzzles closer to his dear one, ready to fill her up again, her gasp startles him. Right before their eyes, every woman they had used and discarded stood as a ghostly apparition. Their eyes look on them with malice, pain, disgust and a mix of other things as the siblings stay connected together, only moving when they attempt to touch the wretched siblings. Their cool hands make no contact and only serve to further arouse the girl, their "tortuous" pinches on her nipples only making her milk his cock more from the cold sensation stimuating her. His sister feels her ego inflate knowing now that she'd not only caused the ruin of these women and killed them by her own hand, but she now knew they'd seen her desecrate their safe spaces after they'd perished. She makes sure to fuck him even more after that, making it into a show as she knows his past wives are watching and feel bitter about their fates, even calling out their names to make sure they can't ignore the sin taking place in the other room. 👑💀
IMAGINE HOW HOT THAT WOULD BE !!!
There could be a point where the sister actually enjoys the wife he picks next (the ghosts desiring/wanting to punish this wife as well.)
Either way, WANT!
Kicking off Kinktober !!!!
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Kinktober Day 28: Drips and Drops
Blood Play [Brian Thomas X GN!AfabReader]
[Warnings: knives, unsanitary in general, rough sex, MINORS DNI]
[AN: well. This is what it looks like. I'm also not,,, physically feeling well?? My stomach is not having it, but only hot ppl seem to have stomach problems *eyeroll* /jk Don't know the word count bc I wrote it here on tumblr this time!!.]
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Brian's index finger moves along blade of his pocket knife before he slips it back to a fold, letting the metal go back to its hiding place. There's a small smirk on his lips from how he's marked you. Carved into your skin are the words 'mine' and 'property of Brian', alongside a few hearts and other miscellaneous words and doodles of his cutting love. He runs his fingers over the cuts, watching as you wince.
"How are you feeling?" He asks softly as he lets the blood coat his fingertips.
You shakily sigh and nod your face into the mattress. "I'm okay," you say. Not believing you've convinced him, you turn your head to the side and over your shoulder. "I promise, I'm doing alright." The cuts he left were more akin to somewhat deeper cat scratches, and they sting whenever his warm breath fans over them, but you take the pain in a stride. He left those there because he loves you.
He hums softly and pulls his fingers from your back. "Guess you won't mind if I..." he trails off slightly as he pumps his cock, painting it with your blood and arousal. He drags the tip along your hole's opening and dreamily sighs out. "If I touch you like this." He barely finishes the sentence before pushing slowly inside of you.
You grip into the edges of the bed as you arch your back in just the right way, letting your ass hang high in the air for him. You softly moan as you feel him press deeper and deeper inside of you. You feel all too aware of the way your blood drips in thin lines before balling at the ends. You don't care how it rolls down your ribcage and falls to the towels like drops of crimson rain.
Brian doesn't waste any time. He grunts before swinging his hips back and then pushing back into you, thrust after thrust, he works up a quick speed. "Fuck," he hisses. "You're so fucking tight and all I've done was make you bleed." He reaches his hands around to your waist and squeezes. Pulling you back on his hips, it's almost as if he's treating you like you're his own personal fleshlight.
You don't really mind the implication as it crosses your realm of thought. You moan aimlessly for him and bounce on his cock. He's not the thickest you've ever seen, but he is definitely the longest, and lucky for you, he knows how to use it. You squeeze your eyes shut as he shoves his cock even deeper inside of you. He's caressing you in all the right places, and it's getting harder and harder to hold on. Your thighs tense as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to your peak.
"Brian, oh gods, Brian," you cry out before letting another loud moan escape from your open lips. You shamelessly buck back to meet his thrusts. Your blood runs hot before some of it spills from your back. Your body feels like jell-o, really. He's fucking you so hard, you're certain to see stars soon. "I wanna-! Oh Brian, I'm gonna cum." You almost feel pathetic broadcasting your thoughts out to him but you know he'd punish you if you dared came with out his permission.
Brian rolls his hips up roughly and ruts deep inside of you. "Then do it," he breathlessly commands. He feels your hole tighten around him before you shudder, followed by the unmistakable pulse of someone who's just gained nearly impossible pleasure from him.
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Kinktober Day 7
Kinktober Day 7: Masochism with Darth Maul
Title: Of Dreams and Nightmares
Pairing - Darth Maul X Female!Reader
Prompt - Masochism
Word Count - 449
Warnings/Notes - NSFW 18+ (18+ minors DNI) Oral f! Receiving, choking, very short because my brain hurts I'm sorry :(
Song - Eugnot by Graillz Beni
Maul was a nightmare to most. The intricate tribal ink that ghosted over the crimson of his skin, horns adorning his head like a crown of thorn; most saw this devil in their nightmares. Ruthless and blood thirsty; no mercy to be shown. Would they believe he was the center of your dreams? Saffron eyes vindictive and fierce, except when they were looking at you. You were the only soft, delicate thing Maul knew. In you he found innocence, curiosity, and even if he hated to admit it - peace. Although he could be callous and impatient, sometimes even vile; he was also passionate and gentle.
Like when he sighs into the wetness of your cunt, fingers that have taken the life of many, anchored ever so gently against the flesh of your thighs. He spreads them far apart, making sure the point of his horns comes nowhere close to the fragile flesh. His tongue is languid, lips sucking and tasting every ounce of arousal that pools out of you. He knows what you like, learning and adapting with every sound you make.
His tongue against your clit, flicking and swirling, vicious teeth nipping, sends you into a frenzy. You’re overstimulated and your orgasm has yet to reach its peak, because he loves to tortutre you. When his hands travel up to grip the sides of your stomach, you can’t help but to close your legs around his head. The pain of the serrated crown of horns digging into your flesh making you cry out blissfully, the knowing that they would surely cause bruises made your head swim.
Maul growled into your cunt at the action, hearing the erotic thoughts in your mind.
“Wicked girl”, he murmured, shocked that you loved the pain. The affliction causing your orgasm to arrive sooner than anticipated.
Maul clawed the flesh of your thighs, more ruthless, eagerly bringing you to bliss.
You didn’t have a chance to recuperate from the intensity of the orgasm he had long edged you to before his hand was around your throat squeezing. He wanted to test you, see how far he could push you until you broke at this new found enjoyment. Although you were his diaphaneity, he couldn’t help himself from wanting you to gasp for air underneath him, claw at his hand and beg with your eyes. He wanted to grip your jaw in his hand until it left bruises, but not in a malicious way. He wanted his ministrations to bring you pleasure, but also selfishly aiding in his own. One thing that would never change about Maul was his need for power, control. And you were willing to give it all to him.
Taglist : @samspenandsword , @acatalystrising , @sharpbarnacle , @kraytclaw , @adikas-world
#Darth maul thots#kinktober 2022#kinktober day 7#jedimastersovikinktober#darth maul smut#masochism#depressed brain cant write#star wars#star wars fanfiction#star wars kinktober#Spotify
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Pairing: Maul x Fem!Reader
Tags/Warnings: Explicit sexual content. 18+. Alpha Maul, Omega Reader, dom!Maul and sub!Reader, unprotected vaginal sex (use protection irl), creampie. Set before the events of TPM.
I’d never written A/B/O before so I hope this is good!
This prompt and pairing was a request!
Word count: 893
Kinktober Day 2: A/B/O
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“You trust me, don’t you, my lady?” Maul was saying into your ear as he let his hands travel up and down the sides of your waist, his touch gentle as you straddled his waist on top of him.
You looked deeply into his beautiful, bright yellow eyes. “Of course I do, Maul.”
He gave you a wicked smile as his grip on your waist tightened and he brushed his eyes over your naked figure. “Very well, my love. Up.”
You did as he said and focused your weight on your knees so that you could perch yourself up. The new position allowed the cool air to contrast with the warm slick of your pussy, making your skin become covered in chills. You couldn’t help but look at Maul, sitting in front of you, his back resting on the luxurious bed’s headboard; your eyes trailed nearly every one of the markings on his crimson skin, and just before you could reach out one of your fingers to trace over the intricate designs, his strong hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.
“Did I tell you to touch me, my dear?” He said, even if a faint smirk decorated his stern question.
“N-No, my lord,” you answered.
Humming, Maul gave you a seductive smile. “How right you are. Now begin, my love. You know what I want you to do.”
You couldn’t help but smile back at Maul; nervous as he made you, you’d never deny that everything about him was beautiful. Everything, from the way he sat to the way he looked or spoke to you invaded your mind every second, and being with him was intoxicating.
Despite it being his request, you wanted it as much as he did. From your place on your knees, you slowly sat down on his hard, long cock, moaning as he slid into your wet walls. With a moan, Maul let his head rest back on the headboard—you noticed his horns faintly scratched the wood—and his hands firmly grabbed the flesh of your ass when you were finally sitting fully on top of him.
“You can start,” he purred at you, leaning his head back up to pull you in for a fiery kiss.
You moaned into the kiss in approval and slowly swiveled your hips, making his cock slide in and out of you. The sweet pleasure pooled between your legs and fueled you to move faster, an act that only pleased Maul further.
The more you rode him, the closer he had to hold you, and his strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you more towards him. Maul buried his face in the curve of your neck and inhaled your scent, that sweet scent that captivated from the very beginning. Maul took a long, deep inhale, picking up every drop of your essence, and when he exhaled, he did so in a rough growl, digging his fingers more into your flesh.
“Faster, my lady,” he purred into your ear, but ultimately bucked his hips at your rhythm to help you.
You couldn’t help the loud and needy whine that left you; your vision blurred at the increase of speed that Maul helped you achieve. Before your head could fall back in pleasure, Maul caught you and supported you, keeping you upright so you could look in his hypnotic yellow eyes. He whispered tender words of praise and encouragement under his breath, declarations that were so soft in comparison to the raw hunger between you both, and you could feel his words echoing within your mind, ringing loudly. As you looked him in the eyes, you could feel the bond you had with him intensifying, heightening until it reached the peak, and you were ready to come undone on top of Maul.
“Yes, my beloved,” Maul grunted as you both drew closer to your orgasms. “My lady.”
“Maul…” You sighed out.
He grinned seductively, biting his lip. “Say that again.”
“Maul…” You moaned louder and longer just as you both reached the pinnacle.
He gave a low moan as he secured the back of your neck and held your forehead up to his, keeping you as close as possible while he snapped his hips up and down and you rode out your climax. Your body would have shaken more had it not been for Maul’s strong grip keeping you steady, but your moans and screams filled the chamber with every wave of your orgasm, delighting in the way your walls squeezed around his long, throbbing cock. Your orgasm was long and every second of it was delicious, and once it finally began to die out, you felt Maul releasing inside of you.
It was as spectacular as you’d expected it to be, as spectacular as it always was.
“Good girl,” Maul said, his deep voice smooth and airy. “Oh, my good, sweet girl.”
He took you in his hands and helped you lie down on the bed beside him, and once you were fully on the mattress, Maul climbed on top of you, his strong figure encasing you onto the mattress while he hovered over you.
“Maul…” you whispered softly into the darkness.
“Rest, my love,” he said, his lips curving in the slightest hint of a smile. “Do as I say.”
You smiled up at him. “Always, my lord.”
Amused, Maul chuckled. “Indeed, always."
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#moon's 2022 kinktober#maul opress#maul x reader#darth maul x reader#maul#maul smut#darth maul smut#star wars smut#maul x reader smut#darth maul x reader smut
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Cold Winds And Colder Hearts
read on AO3
~1k, Lucille/Thomas’s Wives, Lucille/Edith, M-rating, Canon AU
Summary: Lucille remembers all of Thomas's wives and how her brother allowed her to seduce them.
#crimson peak#lucille sharpe#edith cushing#femslash#lucille x edith#edith x lucille#kinktober#kinktober2020#kinktober 2020#whump#whumptober#whumptober 2020#goretober#goretober 2020
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Event: Kinktober
Day 1: Oral Overstimulation
Pairing: Kazuha x Fem!MC
Tagging: @chaosangel767
Warnings: 18+ Smut; Overstimulation; Oral (fem receiving)
A/N: MC in this fic is a wanderer like Kazuha!
There are leaves around -- and I know just the tune to accompany them, if you wish to hear it.
The tune he spoke of had changed since he’d met her. Kazuha, a wandering bard and samurai, had performed many wondrous tunes with whatever instrument at his disposal, and even with only his own gentle voice.
But then he’d acquired a traveling companion.
His path surely destined to align with hers. Each day, whether good or bad, was an adventure worth more than any treasure with her at his side. Time passed them by, bringing them closer and closer to each other.
Accidental brushes of their knuckles turned to intertwined fingers.
Friendly pecks on the cheek turned to tender kisses that left them both breathless.
It was then, when the leaves turned golden, red, and orange, that Kazuha discovered his favorite tune.
The stars twinkled in the navy sky, blanketing the two half-dressed wanderers. Soft grass their bed on the chilly summer night, but neither were cold. Kazuha worked to create the tune he so loved to hear. Truly, a work of art meant only for his ears.
A name. His name. Breathy and oh so sweet.
“Kazu-ha-ah” MC mewled, fingers entangled in soft, honey locks, tugging when she neared the peak of her song, like a conductor encouraging him to reach the crescendo.
Her soft thighs creased where his fingers gripped them, keeping her legs parted. Kazuha responded with a hum against her wet core. The sweet taste of her juices coating his tongue, driving the wanderer to crave more. He’d lost himself between her legs.
Her moans and whines were a melody he could never get enough of.
MC was drowning in pleasure, her lover relentless in bringing her orgasm after orgasm. It was nearly too much for her to handle. Each time she thought she couldn’t possibly fall over that edge again, Kazuha was there, coaxing her wordlessly to endless ecstasy.
His nose brushed her sensitive, swollen clit, sending a jolt of electricity up her body. Skilled with his tongue, lapping through her slick folds. He used only his mouth, but continued to love her thoroughly, unconcerned about himself.
“Ah-right there-”
Her body spoke to him as well. His grip on her thighs became tighter, muscles in his arms tensing as he held her quivering legs apart. Kazuha didn’t relent, using the whole of his head to tongue her pussy, pressing her to sing for him more. His mouth begging her to cum again for him.
“Hah-ah-” MC awkwardly lifted her upper body, hands pushing his head against her cunt, hips rutting forward. Her belly warming in anticipation. Toes tingling. Muscles tense. Right there. Don’t stop. Please.
The breathless words vanished, only a high-pitched squeak coming from her parted lips.
She was weightless.
Nothing but pleasure registering.
Only this man could take her to this intense place.
Crimson irises rose to catch a glimpse of his songbird. Her eyes found his, but she was in a faraway place. No poem could capture her beauty in this fleeting moment. Kazuha etched the image into his heart lest this be the last time he witnessed it.
His menstruation slowed, gently bringing his beloved back into the world he resided in. Her grip loosened, body collapsing against the grass, exhausted, but still tingling from the immense pleasure. He longed to see it again, but she called his name again.
Familiar tone. Arms weakly reaching out towards him.
Come hold me.
Who has he, a simple wanderer, to deny a beautiful goddess that request?
Kazuha lowered her tired legs gently, settling down beside her and welcoming her into his arms. Her cheek rested against his chest. Could she hear how his heart beat solely for her? He deeply hoped that to be true. Tender strokes lulled her to a peaceful sleep entangled with her lover.
A life of wandering with each other all they desired.
#genshin impact#genshin#kazuha kaedehara#genshin impact smut#genshin impact kazuha#genshin kazuha#fem mc#wanderer mc
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Kinktober - Day Three
Description: Day three and Kinktober is still going strong! The request was for Loki and temperature play.
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Smut, use of nicknames (Darling), swearing, F/M, dirty talk, temperature play, oral (f receiving), slight hair pulling, under 18s dni
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“Darling, I am going to need you to trust me…” There was a tone of sinful devilishness to Loki’s suave tone. His angular frame was hovering above, leering down and eating your nude form with each flick of his turquoise blue eyes. Your body was spread across the comfort of the bed, the silky sheets were soft against your skin whilst your head was nursed preciously by the pillow beneath you.
The feel of Loki’s supple lips traced against the hollow of your throat, ghosting over your sharp collarbone and further down towards the swell of your breasts. A hum formed in his throat, a sound of admiration as he took his time appreciating every inch of your skin. There was something calculated about the way that Loki moved, acting as if he had all the time in the world to enjoy your body like it was his shiny, new toy and he was going to take his time picking you apart piece by piece.
It was almost impossible to contain the sharp gasp that tugged from your lips as you felt this chilled feeling surrounded a nipple. Your eyes cast down to witness Loki’s creamy skin was draining to have this frosty blue tinge and his captivating eyes were now a stomach-churning crimson hue. The sight of his transformation startled you but you didn’t move from his grip.
A sharp and cold tongue lulled from his mouth and lapped against your captured nipple, grumbling out. “I told you that you would need to trust me.” His voice had remained the same but with every word, he uttered a puff of coldness drifted across your skin causing it to perk and prickle.
Unable to look at him for a moment longer you allowed your head to tilt back onto the pillow again. A gasped found your lips as you felt the trail of those icy lips travelling further down your frame, over your stomach and then lingering between the apex of your thighs. Your instinct was to attempt to close your legs, but Loki’s sharp shoulders made that impossible.
The feeling of his breath wafting across your skin made you shudder, the feeling of the coolness brushing against your mound made your skin prickle into tiny bumps which Loki’s red eyes appreciated. Your mouth fell open in surprise as the icy feel of his tongue swept up your slit, tongue moulding against your budded clit, lapping at the sensitive button and causing a few quiet mewls to erupt from your throat.
A shock moan caught in your throat as those cold lips closed around your clit, encompassing the bud in what felt like a thin sheet of ice. In response, your knees drew up and your hand shot down to knot into those slick, onyx tresses that you adored. A few seconds passed and that coldness that surrounded your clit began to melt away. Instead, a strange warmth found the bud. A gasp pulled from your lips; eyes cast down to observe the way that Loki’s skin returned to its usual fleshy colour. The coldness that had once been his mouth had instead faded back to the warmth you had expected from Loki. The change of temperature was intoxicating, your clit throbbed between his lips.
There was no denying that Loki enjoyed making you feel torn between emotions, liking that he could make your cunt feel almost entirely numb before warming it back up again. The fact that he could do all this with his own mouth was certainly a big perk for him. A tender chuckle slipped from Loki as he retreated and took a moment to just observe your cunt. Clit swollen and red, peaking from its hood to strain for more contact whilst your entrance pulsed and clenched seeking out something to fill it.
“Now do you trust me?” Loki had travelled back up your trembling form to gaze down into your eyes with that signature smirk present on his face. “Yes~” Your voice was sweet and soft, knowing that if you pleased him with your answer then he was likely to continue. “Then why don’t you ask me to do it again…” Loki sank down your form, settling between your legs and hiking them up over his shoulders then time. You sucked your lower lip between your teeth as you watched in amazement once again as his skin faded to that frosty hue. “Please… please, Loki… do it again.” Your words were practically breathless but that was enough for him.
Those sinful lips hover over your cunt once again before he replied with lust on his chilled tongue. “With pleasure, darling.” You felt that same iced pressure on your lip again as his lips curled around the bud. Added pleasure this time as two frigidly cold fingers pressed into your sopping entrance and sank knuckle deep. His lips suckled and hummed around your button which caused your frame to vibrate with pleasure, arching off the bed and yelping towards the ceiling in surprise.
It felt good. It felt so dam good. The chill was almost bordering on pain, numb and frosty pain, about to tap out when a sudden wave of tepidness washed over you again. The fingers shunting inside of you returned to their normal heat too causing your walls to clench and flutter wildly around them. The combination over everything was drawing you closer and closer to the edge and when you were finally at your peak it took only Loki’s soft but commanding towards to topple you over the edge. “Cum for me.”
The moan that escaped your throat was guttural and unlike any other you had made before. Your back arched wildly and you fisted his tresses between your grabby fingers. Loki worked you through every second of your climax, stroking and suckling with a delicious ferocity until he was satisfied that you were finally done until those pleasured moans turned to overstimulated little whiles.
Loki wasted no time in crawling back up your spent form, smiling as he trailed a couple wet fingers along your body and sank them into your mouth as he got face-level. Your lips closed around them, humming at the taste of your own arousal on your tongue. “This is why you should always trust me.” The grin on his face made you giggle and push him playfully in the shoulder before flipping you both over so that you straddled his waist, pressing his hands to his chest before requesting. “Do that again and I’ll never question anything you say ever.”
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Kinktober Day 5
Eyeless Jack: Bath Sex
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The water is warm and smells pleasantly comforting as it gently laps at your skin
You sink further into the tub, letting yourself soak into it, closing your eyes and leaning back to allow the tension to evaporate from your body
For a moment, everything‘s quiet
Your heart thumps rhythmically in your chest, thoughts slowly yet surely beginning to drift
You don’t know how long you stay like that—until you realize you might not really be alone
You don’t hear him so much as you smell him first, and when you open your eyes, surely enough, there he is
His tall form looms over the bath, head tilted to the side as he takes in the sight of you so calm and relaxed
He’s drenched in blood
His hair is mussed up and matted with chunks of... something that’s coagulated
His hoodie, his pants—everything looks about five shades darker and dripping crimson
“Jesus. Jack, baby, what happened?”
He cocks his head the other side, like he’s confused, before glancing down
“Oh. I, uh… I’d forgotten to eat for a while and I was, ah, hungry” he sheepishly admits, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck
You sit up, mouth quirking into a wry grin
“C’mere. You need this bath more than I do”
He seems more than happy to oblige as he strips down piece by piece, his clothes falling with wet, heavy schlaps to the floor
The grin tugging at your mouth twitches as you take in the sight of him
The man has the broad shoulders of a god leading down either side to strong, well-defined arms and just-thick-enough biceps, with a perfectly toned torso and v-line that never fails to make you bite your lip
It isn’t so much the actual dip of his hips that always catches your attention—though their definition certainly don’t go unnoticed either—but it’s more so what‘s waiting at the end that has your gut tensing eagerly in anticipation
One foot at a time, he steps into the water, which immediately turns scarlet as the blood on his chiseled body dissipates into the tub
“It’s considered rude to stare, y’know” he snorts as he settles in front of you, creating tiny ripples around him
You toy with your bottom lip between teeth, moving closer to wrap your arms around his neck
He helps you up to sit on his lap, and you’re just close enough to have your nipples grazing against his chest
The feeling alone would’ve had you shivering, had it not been for the warmth of the water
“Can you blame me, baby? How could I possibly resist all that eye candy?”
He hums, chest rumbling beneath you with that familiar guttural purr
His hand traces up your thighs, grabbing handfuls of flesh before rubbing circles with his thumbs into your hips
“Lets get you cleaned off first, yeah?” you breathe, trying to calm your quickening pulse because you know he can sense it
You move your hand up, running your fingers through his hair and tugging faintly, and it has him purring even louder
“You expect me to wait?” he groans
His long fingers flatten around the expanse of your skin, feeling the soft flesh beneath his touch
And then he’s guiding your hips up and down on his thigh, and you can’t help but shudder as it has him pressing right against your clit
“Jack…” you bite your lip, eyes fluttering close “I’m gonna get too distracted”
You put your hands on his, feeling their largeness beneath your much smaller ones, and tug them off, moving them to your sides instead
But he tilts his head, salacious grin on his attractive features, and keeps running them up until they’re cupping your tits instead
“Jack—“ you warn
He hums again in response, thumbing at your nipples
Before your will crumbles any further, you press your hands against his biceps and tug him off, shooting him a warning look
“Ok, ok, I’ll behave” he chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender
You can’t help the corners of your lips twitching into a smile
“No you won’t. When have you ever behaved?”
His grin widens, sharp teeth peaking out from tempting lips
You shake your head, trying not to give in to his charm, and cup some cloudy red water into your hands
“Tilt your head back” you order
When he does as you ask of him, you run the water down his hair, letting it rinse away the clumps of drying blood
He hums pleasantly at the feeling
You can feel him staring at you even despite his lack of eyes, and it has another grin quirking at your mouth
A few more rinses through his scalp and you can feel him starting to get impatient
His hands return to your hips, teasing his way closer and closer to your sex
“(Y/n)—“ the deep, guttural vibrations of his voice sends your cunt clenching around nothing
“I think I’m clean enough. What’s the point if we’re just gonna get dirty all over again?~”
You cup his jaw with one hand, and next thing you know, you’re bringing your other hand to the side of his face and kissing the corner of his mouth
He takes it as all the permission he needs to lift you up and effortlessly settle you down on his cock
You can’t help whimpering quietly as he stretches you out so perfectly
“F-fuck, Jack~”
His chest rumbles pleasantly beneath you, the sound somehow both reassuring and sexy
His fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs, using your own weight to lift you up along his length, bouncing you along his cock at a slow, deep pace
He buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in, grazing his teeth along the marked flesh and practically tasting the blood pumping beneath the thin layer of skin
“J-jack, you feel so—fuck, y-you feel so fucking good!~”
You whimper his name and it has him changing the angle of his hips so he can piston his cock into you harder and faster
Over and over again, he hits the spongy inside of your cunt walls and it has you gripping his shoulders, gasping and moaning with every wonderfully brutal thrust
Your clench and flutter around him, squeezing him so hard that he twitches and slams you down while buckling his hips up and it’s heaven
You squeeze your eyes shut, breaths heavy and shallow as you let him have his way, using you all he wants
He must sense you’re getting close because his hand finds its way to your clit and he jerks it hard and fast, never once looking away from the faces you’re making as he keeps ramming up into you at the same time
“Jack—a-ah, f-fuck!~”
Your back arches, pushing your tits against him, giving him the perfect chance to latch his mouth to your nipples
Ecstasy and adrenaline pump through your system, your muscles tensing up, body shaking from his ministrations as your climax suddenly crashes into you, but he still doesn’t relent
He flips you around so that you’re beneath him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he keeps fucking you through the shuddering waves of your orgasm
Your walls grow unbearably tight around him, the bloody water sloshing over the edge with every harsh thrust of his hips, though it doesn’t deter him in the slightest
He practically snarls, hitting right into your cervix, moving so hard and fast that you couldn’t keep up even if you tried
You’re forced through another orgasm by the time his movements start getting sloppy—and a few more thrusts into your fluttering cunt and he stills, climaxing with a low, satisfying snarl
Short thrusts of his hips have his cum spilling wonderfully deep inside you, though you can’t help but flinch at the feeling of being so very stuffed
Your whole body slackens, still enveloped around him, and then you’re sighing pleasantly as he’s kissing up along your collarbone and your neck, murmuring how good you did and how perfect you are for him
You chuckle and gently push him away from the tickling nips at your bruised skin
He very reluctantly moves back, and again, you find yourself flinching as his cock slowly leaves your tensed entrance
“See, baby?” he purrs
His fingers carefully move to your cunt, gently pumping his cum further inside you, which has you whimpering beneath him, sore and tired from both of your orgasms that happened in such rapid succession
“You’re all dirty now,” he croons, “Why don’t you let me return the favor and clean you off?~”
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