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aancunin · 8 months

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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 / 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒.

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒

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butmakeitgayblog · 9 months

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may i— [starts vibrating in a very calm and collected way] may i ask how that spanking in cruel intentions go?

'Green?'

You stare at the message with a cheshire grin that you haven't been able to wipe off since 37th and Park.

The ride home left you just a little bit giddy because, good fucking god, you love this woman. Even more so when she's trying to play rough because she's kind of terrible at being demanding. With you, anyway. Even when she's out for blood she always lets you keep one hand securely on the reins, and something about that knowledge, that power she gives you, feels so fucking hot.

And truth be told you'd kinda known you were in trouble since the moment you'd woken up.

If you're being entirely honest with yourself, there were signs since this morning when she'd kissed you goodbye. Just sweet enough to completely and utterly fuck your makeup.

If you're being even more honest with yourself, which you personally loath to be, the idea that she was pissed off at you for your loss of control the night before enough to seek vengeance kind of got you off...

But yeah, the signs had been there. Her curt dismal of your offer to fuck her before work as she'd rolled out of bed to shower alone. The one word answers when you'd asked what she wanted to do for dinner. The resounding silence when you'd asked her how her meetings were going, and the follow up inquiring if she needed anything. She hadn't answered a single one. But she'd made sure you'd seen that she'd read them, and that sick little piece of you had hoped it'd all meant something.

Which is exactly why you practically squeak in delight as you type out your answer.

'Emerald'

'Chartreuse.'

'Hunter, Absinthe, Viridian, my love. And all the shades that make up your gorgeous, breathtaking eyes'

You practically cackle at the middle finger emoji she immediately sends back.

And send a quick pic of your tits cupped in a new bit of lace as a meager peace offering.

Her reply takes several moments, and you're about to ask if she'd started the fun without you, when the three dots mercifully pop up again.

'Keep that on.'

'Everything else can go.'

You've almost tossed your phone aside when her final text comes through.

'And, Darling? I suggest you don't test me on this one.'

Fuck, you really do love her.

It feels like an eternity before you hear the distinct click of her heels on the heated hardwood floor of your apartment. It's enough to kick your heartrate up a few million notches as you scoot down further into the mountain of pillows on your bed. You drape an arm above the fan of your hair and the other low on your belly, legs crossed oh-so-demurely at the ankles because you're a classy goddamn lady after all.

The double doors to your bedroom pop open with her usual grandiose flair and her face is all shades of a hot bitch on a mission.

She stops short at the sight of you. Eyes tracing the stretched out length of you. Mapping the landscape from your tits still cupped in your pretty new bra, to the starkly naked expanse of you the rest of the way down.

The way her gaze darkens makes your thighs squeeze together in an attempt to quell the sudden ache.

"Well. Don't you look comfy."

"Hey, baby." You twirl a lock of blonde hair innocently between your fingers and wriggle your toes against the sheets because you're just so happy to see her. "Have a nice day at work?"

Her eyes snap back up to your face.

You love it when she actively has to remind herself that she's supposed to be mad at you.

She doesn't answer, and that's okay. You weren't expecting one to begin with. Instead she walks over to the edge of the bed and waits, looming over you like a statue. And of course you play your part of the dutiful, doting wife. Slinking up onto your knees, fingers trailing along the lapels of her suit jacket until you have enough leverage to slip it free. You mindlessly toss it in a heap on the floor without ever breaking her gaze, smoothing your hands over her chest, up her neck, gathering her hair to lay over one shoulder.

"These look amazing on you," you whisper with a light snap of one of her suspenders, biting your lip around the pleased little smile that you really can't seem to help. "You know what they do to me."

That infuriating flick of her brow owns your ass by this point in your marriage. And what's worse, the little shit absolutely knows it.

She holds your eyes and thumbs off the suspenders one at a time to hang loose at her hips, deftly undoing the buttons of her shirt to pull the material free, and all you can do is watch. You quite literally have to swallow with the way your mouth sudden fills with saliva at the sight of her standing there like that. All wild curls and perfect little tits wrapped in black scraps of lace. Face far too hard, too commanding, too lethal (in your not at all humble opinion) for a woman with such pouty, fuckable lips.

Your eyes drop to those fingers that start undoing the belted buckle to her suit pants. She unzips them, lets them fall slack, only the generous curve of her hips and thighs managing to hold them up. And you can just make out... can just manage to see—

"Fuck, Lex." You lick your lips at the hint of perfectly manicured curls that peek out from beneath. "Seriously?"

Only your wife would dare to go pantieless in a three thousand dollar suit.

She hums and reaches out to card her fingers through your hair. "Unfortunately, someone made sure I was too sensitive to wear my usual set."

The accusing lilt of her words makes you smile.

Because... Guilty as charged.

You'd known as you'd sunk your teeth into the plumpness of her ass the night before that anything too tight against the skin would be out. You'd seen the suit she'd picked for the next day and lost her head with her despite it. Had let go and marked her up so pretty it'd been a wonder she could sit in her office chair at all. You sway a bit just remembering her moans. All her hisses and quiet yelps. The way she'd jumped at a few particularly punishing scrapes of your teeth before grinding her clit harder against the mattress. You'd left her ass so bruised and beautiful it truly was like an art piece.

It wasn't your fault she gets off on wearing skin-tight garters and lingerie under all of her fancy business suits.

Her hands slip down and cup the back of your neck as she steps in and roughly kisses the smirk off your face. All teeth and tongue and bites to your lips that taste just a but like a reprimand, but really they just leave you gasping in moans into her mouth. You hold her wrists as she kisses you like she's been thinking about it all, like she's pouring every bit of her anger and devotion into with filthly swipes of her tongue.

It's only when pulls back with a wet pop that you can manage to suck in a few desperate breathes.

"I love you." She whispers it against your lips so gently you feel it more than hear it. And you kind of adore that she can't help breaking character just to be soft for you.

You also know this is her way of giving you one final chance of backing out.

But after waiting for this for the better part of the afternoon? Seriously. Fuck that.

So you whisper your own words of devotion and flick your tongue at the little divot that splits her supple bottom lip, feeling the way her hands fist tighter in your hair in acceptance of your answer.

She kisses you again, something softer, entirely sweeter.

The way she leans up to peck your beauty mark before pulling away feels sinister.

And you know you're right when her hands start to drag you downward, guiding to lay on the bed, her touch firm and unyielding in how they tug at your scalp until you're scrambling to lay propped on your elbows. You're a half second away from asking what the hell it is that she's doing, when she removes one hand just to shove her pants down her legs a bit further.

Fuck.

You can smell her you're so close. Can scent the tangy richness of her arousal that clings to the swollen lips of her slit. It makes your head spin to know she's getting off on this as much as you are. You glance up to see her watching you. To see that severe line of her jaw hanging open as the fingers still threaded on your hair fist tighter.

You already knew what she going to do, but that certainly doesn't stop you from letting loose an obscene moan when guides your face right where she wants you. It's a bitch to hold eye contact in this position as she tilts her hips forward, watching you with eyes half-lidded with lust. You open for her obediently, letting her press her cunt to your lips. Lick forward and let her use you for her own selfish pleasure. Work to kiss and suck away the strings of wetness that coat the hood of her clit, as she gasps and rubs shamelessly against the lapping of your tongue.

The fingers in your hair clench with every roll of her hips as you lick into her and feel the way she drips down your chin. Her lips twitch with a smile as she watches you. Something predatory and dark as she fucks herself messily on your mouth. You do your best to match her rhythm, moving with every rock of her hips and feeling her clit pulse against the flick of your tongue. You let your moans rock through her and revel in the way her eyes flutter and roll, sucking harder as she pets your cheek with only her fingertips.

She lets her head tip back when you wrap your lips around her and suck. "That's my girl. Just like that."

You didn't think you were the one in this relationship with a praise kink, but after this... you kinda don't know...

Her breaths turn heavy and her stare is primal as she ruts and builds against your tongue. The thick swip of her eyeliner only adds to the feeling that you're being used by this woman gone feral. Because you love it when she just takes from you. Uses you however she wants.

When she reminds you exactly who owns you.

Because these are the glimpses of the Lexa that existed before you two were you two. The pieces of herself you'd spent years only getting to hear in obscene moans that bled through your bedroom walls. This is the Lexa that always fucked rough and left her conquests a needy, sweat soaked mess. This is the Lexa who takes what she wants, and doesn't give one single fuck, and you really don't get a chance to see this version of your wife nearly often enough.

And just when you feel her thighs start to quiver with how hard you're gonna make her come...

She yanks her hips away from your touch.

What... in the actual... fuck—

"Aw," she breathes in a valiant attempt at composure. The shake in her voice gives her away. "Did you honestly think it was going to be that easy?"

She leans down until she's eye-level with the world class scowl you're sending her way, and gives your hair gentle, reprimanding tug.

"After the shit you pulled last night? Making me come is the least of your worries."

She drops a peck your nose and releases you with a toothy twist of her grin, and she doesn't even spare you the courtesy of watching you petulantly swipe away the blot her chapstick. In fact, she doesn't pay any attention to you at all as she goes about giving herself a look in the mirror beside your table, only pausing long enough to run fingers through her hair in a half-hearted attempt to tame it.

It's a beautifully hopeless vain dream of hers that you hope she never, ever achieves. The wild mess of her hair is at least... one eighth? of the reason you love her.

You sigh and rest your chin in your palm.

Math never was your subject.

The click of her heels sound like gunshots as she wanders over to her side of the bed on trembling legs and casually pulls the third drawer open from the top. She ingores as you shift to follow her. Crawling on hands and knees like her lovesick puppy, and it doesn't escape your attention that her slick still sits heavy on your lips and chin.

You gladly breathe her scent in with every quickened breath.

You wait patiently and watch her rifle through the contents of her goodie drawer. Stopping to pick up that little riding crop that makes your heartbeat pick up, and roll it between those ungodly, beautiful fingers... only to gingerly set it aside with a dismissive hum.

The whine claws its way out of your throat before you can even realize you've fucked up.

Her head snaps to you at the sound, face hard and eyes wide. Blown pupils shining with a delicious threat of murder.

"Fucking excuse you?" she whispers, her voice the crack of a whip now.

It's all instinct that makes you make go soft. Supple. Submissive, in how you relax into the sheets and bare yourself to her completely. You stretch out flat on your belly and flick your hair back from your face, so innocent looking it has to be hilarious, and you almost purr at the way her eyes turn glassy as she looks at you.

Like you're once again her good girl. To have and to hold. Like you're her own little slice of everything sugar and spice, contained in one oh-so-pliant body.

"Nothing, baby." You wiggle your ass just for good measure. "Just ready for you to touch me."

And oh, losing that battle will most certainly be worth winning the war if her face is anything to go by. Because she melts soft around the edges. Lips curling into an angelic smile. Serene and eternally gentle, the sweet living picture of the kind of girl most would dream about taking home to their mother.

She breathes an exaggerated sigh of relief that would probably sound harmless to an amateur ear.

But you? You know your wife far better than that by now.

"That's exactly what I was hoping to hear."

She goes right back to her rummaging, shifting aside this and that, before letting out a triumph, "Ah, here we are," and producing a shiny new bottle of.... baby oil?

You really can't help the way you frown as she wiggles it in the air like it's some kind of special prize. When you'd spent the day picturing all of the potential twists in her plans for retribution, the one thing you certainly hadn't envisioned was...

Well.

That.

"You look disappointed. That hurts my feelings." She pops her bottom lip out in a frown despite looking entirely too pleased with herself for your comfort.

You're just about to reassure her with a lie that 'no! Of course you're not!', when she gracefully pushes down the pants that still cling to her thighs until they pool at her feet and allow her to step out.

Her fingers snap and then she shoos you to move with nothing more than a lazy flick of wrist. It's almost embarrassing how quickly you roll out of her way as she climbs onto the bed. She looks so prim and proper with her legs tucked neatly beneath herself, as though readying herself for prayer, with her heeled feet just hanging off of the bed as she settles on bended knees.

"Oh that's cute," she laughs when you immediately try to straddle her lap, stopping you dead in your tracks with a palm against your chest. All traces of niceness fall away from her face as you pout and consider giving in to your inner brat. "What did I say about testing me?"

Her words fall like a slap. Flat and demanding. Because in the distracting onslaught of that face and that hair and, god, that fucking body mixed with the sweet tangy taste of her slick still fresh on your tongue, you had, indeed, forgot.

You'd forgotten this was her vengeance.

Both her reward and her reprisal.

You'd forgotten this was her goddamn payback for letting you having quite so much fun.

Fuck.

Better women than you probably wouldn't feel quite so turned on from watching her take a second to get everything ready. The way she fluffs a pillow and places it beside her as a 'thoughtful' place for you to rest your head, makes you hate how your wife can manage to turn beating your ass into such a production.

(That's a lie. You fucking love it.)

You take the hand she offers to keep you steady when she motions her hand across her lap as though to say, "Well, go on then." Send her one final pout when she chastely kisses you, and you have to bite your lip to quell the groan that aches in your throat as you drape yourself across her legs.

It feels like Christmas and your birthday all rolled into one.

"See. That wasn't so hard, darling," she coos, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. Her fingers slip over the swell of your ass and gently kneed the skin there. "I don't know why you have to make things so difficult."

You snort and shoot her a look over your shoulder. "Oh like you're one to fucking talk."

She clicks her tongue in disapproval. "Attitude. If you can't shut that pretty little mouth of yours, I'll have to fill it with something else."

The pulse of arousal that rocks through you is enough to have you clenching around nothing. You know she feels the shiver that zips down your spine and the way your thighs squeeze to relieve the ache.

Not that you'd ever admit to any of it.

"Is that a threat?"

"More like a promise."

"Now who's the savage?"

Her smile's razor sharp when she blows you a kiss. "We are what we are."

You mourn the loss of her fingers rubbing circles over the lower dip of your back, but all your arguments die on your lips at the click of the bottle being opened. She doesn't waste any time shoving your head back forward, not letting you watch - only feel - when she tips the cool liquid over your skin. You jump at the chill of it which makes her laugh because she's a bitch, but a merciful one at least, thankfully. Because the next second her hands are back on you, warming the oil up as she spreads it across your skin. Massaging it over your ass, over and between the tops of your thighs, curling her palms around your hips to cover every inch. Her nails scrape gently across your back and ribs, leaving warm patterns of red in their wake, looping infinities that you'll hopefully be admiring tomorrow.

Your muscles relax until you're liquid. Until you're so loose and hazy under her touch that you think this wouldn't be an entirely bad way to nap.

She leans over your shoulder. Face nothing but angelic softness that radiates an distinct eerie calm.

Her eyes flit back and forth between yours as she watches you laze on her borrowed pillow, aand the way she looks at you with so much unfiltered love makes your heart pound.

"Take a deep breathe for me, darling."

Oh.

You guess she's ready to start now.

Your do as you're told and let your eyes fall closed, taking in a slow, deep pull of her perfume. The blow of her hand against the slick of your ass cheek makes you jump, makes you yelp as you strain against the fingers that suddenly wrap tight around your throat.

You know she's watching you closely in the quiet that follows. Know she's gauging every twist and twitch of your face. The second smack smarts more than the first, which somehow surpises you, and it pulls a filthy moan from deep in your chest.

This isn't your first time letting her spank you as "punishment" and with the luck of the devil, it certainly won't be your last. But, fuck, the oil adds an extra sting to every blow of her hand that you hadn't expected; it has writhing in her grasp within seconds. She aims her hits all over your ass. Never lets you know where the next one will be as she hums her little sounds of approval.

Lifting up just enough to turn your head to look back, you nearly come at the sight of her watching you. Seeing how her eyes sparkle, hooded and dark as they rove the length of you, fluttering as she lands another slap that makes your ass ripple.

The fingers around your throat squeeze in perfectly timed intervals with every spank. Stealing your breathe away when you rock forward on the particularly ruthless slaps. It's more possessive than anything, not even coming close to actually keeping you from breathing, but fuck all does it still manage to make your head spin whenever you feel her grip tighten. She bites her lips to swallow her moans. Chokes them down so she can hear your sounds better as she spanks more searing heat all over your ass and trembling thighs.

Your chest grows tight each time she takes a break. Each time she slows down just to let the ache linger. Letting her palm and fingers trace the battered skin that feels deliciously on fire. You squirm at the tickle and the burn of her touch, fighting the urge to rut shamelessly against the thighs under your waist, but she pins your hips firmly in place with queitly commanded, "Behave."

There's just something about the way Lexa always takes her time with you. The way she knows exactly what to do to make you shudder and break. It's in how she massages the reddened cheeks of your ass one at a time, as though this is how she always intends to worship you.

Another spank is hard enough that you feel it thrum all the way to your clit. It feels so good it has you biting her pillow to stifle your yell, but that just earns you another one. She wants to hear your every moan. Every yelp. Every needy sob of ecstasy. And god help you. You're weak for her. You've never been good at denying her anything.

Your entire body shivers when her touch trails down the cleft of your ass and slips through the mess between your thighs. "You're so wet," she breathes in a light, throaty rush as her fingers slide along the length of your slit. "I think you might be enjoying this a little too much."

Her fingers bump the base of your clit and you nearly buck right out of her grip. "Oh fuck, yes, baby."

You can practically feel her smile at that. "Who knew my wife was such a little slut."

Hearing such filth from Lexa's lips will never fail to make you needy, you're sure of it, because there's just something so goddamn addicting about it coming from such a normally prim and proper mouth. She's eloquent in her everyday life, often stoic to a fault, but when she's fucking you like this you love that all bets are off.

It makes your eyes roll back in your head because fuck yes you are her desperate little slut, and you really, really need her to remind you of that sometimes.

She rips another moan from your chest when her fingers pull back and slap the length of your slit. "I can feel you getting even wetter," she laughs and roughly massages away the sting. "So fucking predictable."

You're sure your face burns as red as your ass at the way you rut your hips back into the touch. "Fuck off, Lexa."

All the little smartass does is laugh at you and spreads you open just to watch you drip.

Sweat pools at the base of your back when you rise onto your elbows, feeling the hand at your neck slip down to shove aside your bra and cup your breast. She pinches your nipples until they're hard enough to ache, stopping only long enough to lick the pads of her fingers before tugging them in alternating strokes while you whimper.

The hand between your legs never stops moving. Only teases you until you feel like you might pop. Coaxing out more dribbles of your slick and dragging it down to brush feather-light circles around the very tip of your clit.

You give yourself over to her entirely, give her exactly what she wants, letting your moans flow out of you in obscene trails and hisses. You know she loves it when you're loud, always says she could come just from listening to you getting fucked, and right now you'll do anything to convince her that you deserve to get off.

You jog your hips on her next sweep up and nearly cry out when she takes pity on you, feeling the tips of those gorgeous fingers stroke against the tight ring of your entrance with purpose, like she understand exactly what you need. You spread your legs further in supplication. Press your tits further into her hand. Wiggle your ass and send her a smile to let her know you're ready to take whatever she's got planned for you next.

What you don't expect to feel is another spank cracked right across the flat of your ass, the blinding spark of pain catching you by surpise before she sinks two fingers deep inside you without a single word of warning.

The shock of being so full sends you toppling face first into the pillow, heat zapping along the skin of your ass cheeks as she fucks you from behind. You fist the sheets and clench around her fingers, helplessly suckling her thrusts in deepest, and you give up any hope of every breathing normal again. You moan so fucking loud each time her fingers bottom out you're sure the damn doorman can hear it.

Her fingers scissor and twist just to make you feel the stretch. Each time you start to feel the embers of your climax ignite she changes the rhythm, alternating between slow, smooth strokes and fucking you so roughly your legs shake. The oil and slick dripping out around her fingers makes the most delicious sounds each time she thrusts.

And you love knowing just how much this is getting her off. Love hearing all her coos of "Good girl" and how you're taking your punishment so well. Love hearing the wet slaps of her palm against your clit and feeling the vibrations carry you higher.

Because her spanks lack the fire from before, more sound and squeezing than anything at this point, as she works to wring out just as much pleasure from you as she did pain. Her moans meld with yours each time she sinks back in and feels your walls grip at her fingers to keep her seated inside. Mercifully she seems to hear you. Seems to understand how desperately you need this game to be over. Seems to twitch with the exact same need to come as you do.

'Fuckin' bottom...'

The thought comes and goes when you feel her teeth sink into the swell of your ass, her fingers curling over and over against that sweet little spot inside of you. Her thumb rubbing slippery circles over your clit and she tugs your nipple just right.

She has you coming around her fingers in seconds.

The pulses of your climax slams through you in pleasured waves as she strokes your inner walls all the way through it. Even the tight clamp of your thighs around her wrist doesn't stop her, doesn't change the way she curls her fingers and presses tight against your clit. Your walls ripple around her strokes. Spilling enough to feel it drip down your thighs. You come hard enough for it to almost be painful, but in the most delicious of ways, and you kind of think you may have blacked out for a minute.

The next thing you know you're laid flat on the bed, or at least that's what you think. You're fairly sure the lump of her legs is no longer half-holding you up on all fours. But you can't really feel any piece of your own body, save for the burning across your ass and thighs.

So, who the hell knows.

You drift in the haze of post-orgasm bliss. Boneless. Careless. Just a puddle of come and white noise. It takes several minutes for you to come back to your senses. Or maybe it's a year.

Again. Who the hell knows.

All you do know is that the next thing you feel is the tickle of her fingernails gently scraping patterns across the length of your shoulders. It's a feat to pry one eye open - the one not buried in the downy fluff of her pillow - just to see a galaxy of green staring back.

The sight makes your lips tug up into a lazy smile. Because now she's just your Lexa again.

"You gonna survive?"

You grunt and manage to flop onto your side. "Jury's still out."

That you earns you a pride sweetened kiss.

She hears your hiss at the feel of the bedsheets rubbing against your ass like they're made of sandpaper, but it only makes the little shit smile wider. Your pout does the trick, and then she's scooting as close as she can get, pressing a kiss to your forehead to soothe you. This whole marriage thing really is too easy.

"You need anything?" she asks in the queit aftermath, arm drapped over your waist, fingers still looping neverending circuits along your spine.

You're not one who ever needs much aftercare, always feeling content in the safety of your wife's arms, so you shake your head against the pillow to let her know, "Maybe later. Right now I'm okay."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. I'm sure." You hum and nudge your leg between hers, because right now all you want is to feel closer. And when a thought suddenly occurs to you, you can't hell but chuckle and let your eyes blow wide. "You really went for it with the whole 'slut' thing this time."

Her teeth bite down on the plumpness of her bottom lip, and you don't think she could look any cuter than she does in this moment. She wiggles herself tighter against your chest. "I know."

"You're such a fiend."

"Aw, poor darling. Did it hurt your delicate feelings?"

"Yes," you say, and fail to hold back the ridiculous wattage of your smile. Because the truth is if you could rewind time and record it as your ringtone, you absolutely would. "Terribly. You should kiss it and make it all better."

She raises herself up to lean on an elbow and looks so lovingly down at. "Oh, Clarke... I'm not even close to finished with you yet."

Your hips cant at the silent promise for more punishment despite feeling so thoroughly spent. It thrills you every bit as much as it fills you with dread because you know she'll make good on it. The bruises that already litter your backside prove it. Your ass is on fire and your bones feel like they're made of gelatinous goo, and you know that look on her face means you're not going to be sitting right anytime soon.

She kisses your cheek, your chin, licks her way up your jaw, niddles filthy little promises to the lobe of your ear. Her hand nudges for you to roll onto your belly because she doesn't seem to understand that you're nothing but a puddle of come, oil, and goo. "Lexa."

"I think it's only fair, love," she hums, already painting strips of arousal along the curve of your hip. "What with all you put me through today, darling, you can't say I don't owe you. Unless... Unless you're saying you're tapping out? Because I could always just go and take care of myself—"

You laugh comes out more as a snort as you stop her from rolling away, just like she knew that you'd do. A sigh is all you have to brace yourself for the pain that you know is sure to follow, and hope she's still worked up enough to come with only a few punishing ruts.

Her smile can only be described as wolfish and predatory as you gasp out a breath when she pats your backside approvingly. The sting makes you bow into the bed and shoot her look of death.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a sadistic bitch?"

She shrugs and leans in to kiss the scowl from your lips, and straddles your ass because, after all, she owns you. "Once or twice. But you love me anyway."

God help you. You do.

#sassymajesty #cruel intentions au #idek #happy sinday #hope it's ok I've lost all ability to judge this thing 🥴#cruel intentions snippet

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culling · 15 days

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ngl i find it rather strange how much people overlook alastor's genuine, confirmed friendships in hazbin? he's obviously awful and he likes being awful, no doubt about it, but he has the capacity to care for others and we see that most blatantly with rosie & mimzy. he's able to meet them on a level they're pleased with when it comes to intimacy and their bond : mimzy might use him, but alastor clearly likes this and has no qualms about this treatment ( despite husker literally implying this is all mimzy does when she comes to visit him, which is, uh, very decidedly not a good friend thing to do! ) and then with rosie they're close, clearly, but you get the suspicion that while they have their moments, they probably don't do much besides gossip, aimlessly enjoy each other's company, ask for favors when visiting, generally helping each other out, etc. but alastor still treats them well and has high views of them, welcomes them warmly and allows them a lot of leeway most wouldn't ever get. mimzy talking to him like he's a child? totally fine! rosie swinging him about, dusting off his clothes, insulting his poor etiquette? go right ahead darling! alastor behaves so affectionately with them, and it's an affection you see bleed out into niffty and charlie too.

all this preamble is really just to say that alastor doesn't treat people he considers his actual friends poorly. is it a normal friendship? no!!! but i think alastor finding and navigating what works for the people he cares for & delivering on it is kinda touching,,, in its own creepy way! and i guess this is why i find it weird when people portray alastor as some uncaring and brutal force in vox's life when they were friends ( given the theory that they were ). frankly if vox, a man, managed to reach such a closeness with alastor, then i just don't think he was getting abused on the regular, y'know! like, i do think their friendship was always different, a little too intense, perverted, and vox probably was unsatisfied with things ... there certainly was toxicity there! but it wasn't some orchestrated long con on alastor's end. why put in all that effort, why soil the title as his friend, when vox wasn't a big deal? when there wasn't anything to gain? when they were already set apart based on their hell given roles? idk!!! i just. alastor can be a good friend and he's shown that. i kinda think that needs to be acknowledged more lol

#to be deleted.#or at least to be elaborated upon when im NOT bone tired and hungry #like is alastor a bad person? yes! did he maybe treat vox in a way vox didn't like? also yes!#was he definitely horrendously cruel and mean when they were no longer friends? oh most certainly!#but ... if they were friends ( like actual legitimate friends ) i cannot see alastor treating vox as poorly as some say #if he lets mimzy seek him out only to put his life at risk / use him to clean up her messes??? and?? never gets mad at her for it??#if he's kept her as a friend even from their human lives??#like. alastor is one loyal mf if you manage to win him over ( which is the hardest part actually -- shocker! )#i do not think his and vox's friendship was normal so some things were worse than usual but he definitely did care #and was very fond of him. at least until things changed #anyway!!! alastor sucks but he isnt the devil incarnate #happy sinday!!! lmfao

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catsnkooks · 15 days

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Sinful Sunday!!! Who better to sin with than Sith Obi-Wan? Imagine he's away for some important Imperial business. You know you shouldn't pester him, but you just can't help sending him several messages that get increasingly more naughty. I feel like he would be a master at sexting but then also be sure to punish you for being a brat as soon as he gets home...

ough........

he WOULD be a master of sexting and then following up on the promises he made............you think you can get away with being bratty over text thinking he'll fold once he gets back but oh no.....he sticks to his promises........

#things kooks says #asks #18+#smut #thots night #sunday sinday #sith!obi-wan kenobi x reader

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ssolessurvivor · 1 day

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for those he loves

@goldenboybarracuda (and all the other babies on your other blog) @respondedinkind (and of course Stephen) @inabcck (and the girls on your other blog) @alonggoodbye @waehles (and Gabriel) @apurekindness @wehavefoundthestars @ghostofwinter @grimmusings (all the applicable babies <3) @shieldagentnatasharomanoff @vuulpecula

#ooc #might be the extent of sinday things #idk if I feel like being on the dash doesn't seem right for me rn #it could all just be me but who knows #imma go watch some booktube and then chill with mom for her day today <3 #find me on discord probably

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xluciifer · 15 days

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stares.

⸺ ❝ Zee, please, not you too. I need somebody with a functioning brain to work with me here. ❞

#arachnaemboss #why is this the thing for the day it's SINDAY PLEASE #sinner questions.

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red-hemlock · 2 months

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I wanted to know, how does River feel about Piercings. Like intimate ones. (gential, nipple, etc.) especially on men .

River wouldn't really feel anything 'special' towards a guy with nipple piercings. It's not like it would be a 'game-ender', but it's not a personal turn-on for her either; At most she'd probably be like: "Oh, that's cool". Truthfully, it'd probably work less in the favor of the guy with the piercings, though! River sometimes likes to flick noses when she's annoyed or wants to tease someone, so you can bet she'd take full advantage of that piercing knowledge in either scenario.

Genital piercings are a different story... She's never slept with someone who has them, so depending on what's packing in the pants and what's on said package, it might intimidate her a bit. For instance, if the guy's big and has a Prince Albert, it'd actually probably turn her off and she'd refuse to sleep with the guy. She's a lady who likes a little pain with her pleasure sometimes, but she's not at all into getting her cervix hit; But having that happen with metal at the end sounds far worse, so she'll stop that before it even starts.

River would probably be a little more interested if it was something like a Jacob's Ladder. Most of her 'private toys' have crazy textures and such, so a similar piercing would intrigue her.

#Anonymous #Usfw TW #(Wow guess Sinday's come a bit early this week haha.)#(We'll call it Wahoo Wednesday! xDD)#(Idk if this is the answer you were hoping for Anon! It's not a 'thing' for her but she won't always turn someone who has them away. =0)#(ALLLL SITUATIONALLLL.)

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thetoaddaddy · 2 months

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“I’d love to do something… kinky sometime. I doubt I could find someone to do it with but I can always imagine.”

#sinday thing

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aroseyetbloomedwrites · 2 months

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Perhaps this is too much, part of his brain calls from somewhere far in the recesses. Perhaps you should slow down.. "F-francel.." he purrs, turning a burning gaze upward to meet the man's own. "Tell me what you want.."

"Shall I tell you? My lord?" Francel whispers, eyes peeking at the ceiling above, and he wets his lips, his teeth near to begin chattering as arousal mounts in him, like a furnace being fed, overflowing with heat. He looks down, to meet those eyes. How they sear into him, and he knows inferno. "Or… will you serve me, as of a dutiful lord knight?"

"Tell me and I shall serve," his reply comes in a ragged whisper, coloring the barely contained want in his eyes. He bites his lower lip--

But he will not look away from his eyes. He summoned affected authority. "Then, you sh-shall--"

Part 1 | Part 2

#rp shenanigans #this is a reasonable thing to happen after discussing the changing of stations and life events right?#francel de haillenarte #permission to post had been granted!#when one goes from greystone to named lord of a viscount what can fran do but use it against him???#my gposing is getting a little better sometimes but then other times i bombs HMPH I need to practice more #looking forward to more development #time to involve the /family/#happy sinday #your honor I like them so much #this is one of those instances where I did good taking pictures but other times I throw my skills out the window what the heck

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sanguine-salvation · 3 months

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Sinday headcanon before I think about making a new sinblog

Viktor enjoys kink quite a bit, it makes sex feel more accessible and engaging to them where it’s otherwise very neutral, and they can definitely play submissive (when they want to or when their partner has consensually wrestled it from them). But do not call them “good boy”. They might be open to using it again eventually, but they’d have to really trust you and they still might not like it 100% of the time.

They’d rather you use “good girl” or literally any other words hooked up to each other. (Bonus, it makes them feel like a Jurassic Park raptor if they get called ‘clever girl’ while getting the jump on their dom/me, which is a good thing.)

#price of flesh || sinful things #;sinday #nsft #nsfvv #// fuckin goob just tackling their dom like a fuckin dinosaur #// GOOD LUCK WITH THAT SHIBARI THEY LOVE WIGGLING OUT

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catsnkooks · 15 days

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I've been having some thots about Sith Obiwan lately that I think you'd be interested in 👀🔥😏

I'm thinking blindfolding... orgasm denial... inappropriate use of the force...

Just imagine him dressed in his black robes, your hands tied behind your back and blindfold over your eyes as his smooth voice teases you. "Does my queen want to come? You'll have to beg harder than that? Or do you not really want it my pet?"

UGH I just need him so BAD

oguhougohugoh PLEASE

something something him tying you up and blindfolding you in his office while he's doing Important Sith Lord Things and keeping you there as his needy little pet.....all wanting and waiting

and of course he has to tease you with the force a few times while you're tied up and helpless. and then when you whine when he stops suddenly he just coos at you about how you beg so prettily

but it's never enough to get him to untie you before he's decided it's enough

#things kooks says #asks #18+#smut #thots night #sunday sinday #sith!obi-wan kenobi x reader

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eorzeashan · 5 months

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Sindayyy! You know the drill, chose what ya want or all the chellange: “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” “Do you want me to stay?” “fuck you.” - “when?”

“Looks like we'll be trapped here for a while….” Eight murmured, pressing his palm flat against the solid wall of debris that blocked the exit to the network of caves they were currently stuck in.

Ain’res silently cracked an emergency flare and let it roll on the ground. “I've already contacted ground forces for evac.” The chiss agent patted the dirt and sat down, drawing his knees up to his chest. “Nothing left to do but wait, I guess.” He shivered, rubbing the bare arms outside of his turtleneck top.

Eight caught himself staring. Ain’s crimson eyes glowed in the fire of the torch, alluring in their intensity and framed by long, plush lashes that made them impossible to not be hypnotized by. Speaking from experience, he had been distracted by them on many a mission. This...was one of them. His back to the wall of stone, huddled, Ain’res looked small, vulnerable…delicate. Beautiful.

And more than that, in need of good company and warmth. Eight’s breath came out of him in a fog. This cave sported a chill; they had time to spare before Imperial forces caught up to them, and he had no intention of wasting his energy on scrabbling at the cave-in. No, rather, there was someone whose needs he'd rather see met in this rare time they had together, finally alone, hidden away from the politics of the Sith and the ever eternal war that raged over their heads.

Eight slowly slid in next to Ain’res, who looked at him quizzically. Suddenly, he tensed. Eight’s fingers slipped past his belt, loosening it and undoing the fly. Their eyes met. Ain’res paused, then nodded. He snaked his fingers past his waistband, their cold touch eliciting a shiver from the other as he trailed them against his bare hip, agonizingly slow. Toying with the elastic, Eight pulled it back further–then let it snap against cerulean skin, leaving red marks on blue.

“Ah,” Lust awakened within Ain’s gaze, mirroring Eight’s own hunger in his pools of scarlet. He sucked in a breath, watching Eight’s deft fingers dance down to his thighs. He gripped the supple flesh hard between his fingers. Ain’res instinctively pressed into his possessive touch.

“Are you going to play around all day, or do I have to take charge?” Ain’res said breathlessly, a slight pant entering his mocking voice as Eight stroked and rubbed his sensitive areas.

“Easy,” Eight drawled, answering with a sharp smack to Ain’res’ plump ass. “I'm getting there.”

He leaned in, meeting the other’s lips with his own, savoring the mmmh he elicited from Ain’res as they explored one another’s hot, slick mouths, thick with saliva and want. Fangs scraped against tender lips, biting, tasting. His teasing touch turned more aggressive. A free hand slid past Ain’res shirt as the other ventured deeper, feeling up the sinewy, lean length of his body, tracing his scars that he knew better than a star map, trailing torturously from rib to breast as Ain trembled beneath him. He circled his nipple, the flesh goosebumping from his touch. It formed a stiff peak beneath his palm. He pinched it hard.

Ain’res moaned in his mouth, the sound dirty and loud and barely stifled by their tongues overlapping sloppily with one another. Eight lapped up his voice like warm milk, growing hard in his groin at the noise.

Encouraged, he found Ain’res’ member, already leaking wetness within his pants and half-hard. He thumbed his tip, smirking at the full-body shudder that ran through Ain’res like a live wire as he ran a finger along his shaft, then wrapped a firm hand around his length.

Ain’res gasped as he began to stroke him off, his rhythm pumping from methodically even to fast and furious as he milked high-pitched whines and moans out of his partner at record speed, ramping up until Ain’res pleas were all that filled the cave. The chiss twitched against him, helpless to this onslaught of sensations. Still, Eight did not let up until Ain’res’ full body shook with the intensity of his barrage, his face coming to be buried in his shoulder, hands white-knuckling his shirt. “Please,” He might as well have screamed, given how his voice in pleasure echoed off the cavern walls.

“I’ve got you,” Eight whispered huskily into his ear, even as his partner's whines turned to frantic pants and half-sobs, “I’ve got you. Come for me, baby.” As if to stir him on, or keep him there trapped with his need, he pressed Ain’res up against his body, one hand directing him by the small of his back, where he could feel every shake and vibration.

“Fuck,” Ain’res gritted his teeth through shuttered breaths, even as every nerve in him cried out for release. His anus clenched, longing to be filled. “Not yet, need–”

Eight nosed past his dark hair, gentle and slow, nudging past the locks braided with gold. Ain’res inhaled shakily as he felt his lips ghost the sensitivity of his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone that set AIn’res alight with confused desire within. The gesture was so caring, so unexpected, that the next feeling of sharp fangs biting down hard into delicate flesh, sinking into his skin and driving him mad with the pain had AIn’res screaming his name. White-hot loads shot out of the chiss as he came into Eight’s palm with a loud cry, a violent tremor that left him out of breath as the tension exited his body. He slumped against Eight, scarlet eyes fluttering closed as Eight stroked the small of his back, hushing him.

After a beat had passed, the chiss readjusted against his stained chest. “Fuck you,” Ain’res mumbled in hazy Cheunh, a purplish blush coloring his cheeks, even as his ass remained bare and out in the open.

“Mm. Next time.” Eight had a nexu’s grin.

They were still stuck here, after all.

#tw handjobs #tw nipple play #nsft #sinday #sh: 78 #ask meme: answered #swtor #swtor fanfiction #agent x agent #ain'res #oc: orradiz #admin writes #i......don't know if this is good smut but i tried LMAO #considering using the other prompts later but for now this will do #also extremely late SOZ #yeah yeah. i write this kind of thing once in a while. keep scrolling

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