#k!nk party

[kissesandarsenic]

This is a fantasy I’ve had for a while: bringing a sub to a kinky party and telling them that they’ll be free use and have to obey any order given to them by anyone else at the party, within their limits. But here’s the catch: none of the other party guests are aware… not right away, anyway.

Treat!

You'd been edging them all throughout the day in anticipation for the event tonight.

The results have been exceptional, leaving you with a mindless, obedient, eager little toy that hung off your every word. No brainwashing necessary, though you reserve the right to use a trigger phrase in the unlikely occurence they act up.

You arrive in matching outfits, theirs much more revealing than yours leaving very little to the imagination. They're squirming in place, unable to hide their anticipation. You don't blame them, your own arousal tenting in your outfit at the very thought of what might happen.

It's a crowded event and plays are already in full swing. You see a sub on a St Andrew's Cross. Plenty of skimpy maid outfits adorned by servile subs. Leatherwear, straps, dog masks, you name it. It's amidst the crowd.

Your sub shifts beside you. If you reached down beneath their skirt you know your fingers would come away drenched.

'Remember,' you say to them, lips pressed to the shell of their ear. 'Every command within your limits. If you're a good toy, maybe you'll get permission to cum.'

'Yes, Sir.'

At first, no one takes much notice of your pretty little toy. They get a few "commands" as they're asked to move out of the way or watch a demonstration.

Then, a Domme's piercing voice carries across the room, demanding her sub get on his fucking knees.

And your sub, being the silly little thing they are, drops to their knees like the words had fallen from your mouth. Like they were meant for them.

Those closest to you both chuckle with wry amusement and you see embarrassment creep into your sub's expression. But they don't stand up. They haven't been told to and you're having far too much fun watching that mortification take root.

'Obedient thing, aren't they?' a man comments to the left of you.

You smile indulgingly and nod. 'Absolutely. Feel free to try them out yourself.'

The man considers you for a second, possibly trying to glean how serious you are. He turns to look down at your sub and points at his feet.

'Come here.'

Your adorable little toy follows the instruction eagerly, like a puppy utterly desperate for it's owner's approval.

The man's grin turns sinister as he takes them in and he nudges his foot forward.

'Kiss my shoe.'

Again, instant obedience. They lean down and press a reverent kiss on the toe of the stranger's boot. Their only sign of reluctance being the inability to meet the eyes of the small crowd gathering around them.

'What a good pet,' the man says. He takes one last look at you as if seeking permission and when he sees no flicker of jealousy or reproach, he takes it that one step further.

He unzips his fly and you see your sub go deathly still as the man pulls out his sizeable cock. Their eyes go wide, pupils dilate. They're practically salivating at the side.

'Suck.'

He barely gets the word out before your toy is upon them. They won't enjoy it nearly as much as yours. Still, they make such a pretty sight as they try to choke it all down, so focussed they don't notice the gathering crowd, patiently waiting their turns.

[strnilolover]

.✦ ── What You Need ── ✦.

♫ What You Need • The Weeknd

♡ toxic&mean!chris x fem!reader

⚠︎ Warnings : Cheating (don’t do that), smut, unprotected pnv (riding!), praising, degrading, faux sympathy, manipulation, big dick!chris, dacryphilia, after care!, and more.

♡ Wc : 3.5k

♡ A/N : i have never written something for toxic and mean chris so if this is ass, i apologize. This shit is also long as fuck so enjoy.

The party was in full swing, music pumping through the walls, reverberating against your skin as you leaned against the kitchen counter. The glass in your hand had gone warm from your grip, your half-hearted sips more out of habit than interest.

Parties weren’t normally your thing. They were too loud, too many sweaty bodies — and you didn’t really enjoy drinking much like other people did. But, your mind wasn’t focused on the party, you were focused on him.

You could see him across the room, the way he laughed, his eyes catching on you for just a second before he looked away, as if he knew exactly how to make you burn without even trying.

Sure you shouldn’t be looking at him — that would be wrong, so wrong on many levels. But you couldn’t help the way your body felt when ever his eyes landed on you if you were staring for too long.

Chris knew you too well — knew what made you tick, what made you question yourself. It was like he could read your mind from across the room, and the way he looked at you, even in fleeting glances, told you he was going to pull you in again, whether you wanted it or not.

You and chris were fuck buddies at one point, but you guys never had sex — or it didn’t get to that point. But, his fingers and mouth were amazing — so fucking good. Though, things didn’t last between the two of you. You eventually found a guy and chris…well you didn’t know. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him, cause you damn well did even if you didn’t want to admit it out loud.

The guy you were seeing, the one you kept telling yourself was good for you, wasn’t here tonight. Maybe that was part of the reason why you had let your eyes linger on Chris a little too long, why you felt that pull to be closer to him, even when every rational part of your brain screamed at you to stay away.

Then, Chris moved through the crowd, his eyes locking on yours, the smirk on his lips growing with each step he took closer to you. He was magnetic, commanding the space around him in a way that was both intimidating and alluring.

"You look bored," he said once he was close enough for you to hear, his voice cutting through the sound of the music, his smirk widening when you didn’t respond right away. "You waiting for him?"

You frowned, trying to ignore the heat that rose to your cheeks. "What do you want, Chris?"

He moved closer, leaning in, his lips just a breath away from your ear. "I want you to stop pretending, to stop avoiding,” he murmured, his voice low, dark, the kind of voice that could slip into your thoughts and make itself at home. "We both know he can’t give you what you need."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, because he wasn’t wrong, and he knew it. He knew that the guy you’d been seeing, the one who treated you with care and kindness, wasn’t enough — not for the part of you that craved something deeper, something more intense.

Chris leaned back, his eyes searching yours, and you hated that you couldn’t look away, that you couldn’t hide the truth from him.

"You’re wasting your time with him," he said, his hand moving to your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin, a possessive touch that sent a shiver through you. "You need someone who knows you. Who knows how to make you feel alive."

He was right there, inches away, and you could smell his cologne, feel the warmth of his body. He reached up, brushing his fingers along your jaw, his touch gentle despite the dark look in his eyes.

"Let me show you what you need," he whispered, his lips brushing against your cheek, trailing down to your neck, his breath hot on your skin. You closed your eyes, your heart pounding, and you hated yourself for how easily he could make you forget everything else.

"Chris..." you started, but your voice came out as little more than a whisper, barely audible over the thumping bass of the music.

He pulled back, just enough to look at you, his lips curling into that same infuriating smirk. "Tell me you don’t want this," he said, his voice dripping with that arrogance that somehow made him even more intoxicating. "Tell me you don’t need me."

But you couldn’t. You were tired of lying, tired of pretending that you didn’t think about him when you were with someone else, tired of pretending that he wasn’t the one you really wanted. You reached for him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and he chuckled, the sound low and pleased.

"That’s what I thought," he said, his voice barely a murmur before he grabbed your hand. He tugged you to the flight of stairs leading down to his room — did you mention this was his party? You should’ve known better.

His movements were urgent and rough, pulling you through his bedroom door before he closed it and turned the lock. He turned himself around, stalking toward you as his hand gripped your jaw. He crushed his lips against yours. It was rough, demanding, a kiss that made your head spin, and you kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

His feet shuffled, pushing your body backwards until your knees hit the bed. Buckling, you fell back, Chris’ body landing on top of your own.

You gasped as his lips moved down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, biting down just enough to make you squirm, your fingers tightening in his hair. He pulled back for just a second, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with something dark, something possessive.

"You think he can make you feel like this?" he asked, his voice a growl as he leaned back, his hands moving to your thighs, spreading them apart as he fit his body between them. "You think he even knows what you really need?"

You shook your head, unable to form words, your body already arching towards him, craving his touch. He grinned, a triumphant glint in his eyes as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

"That’s right," he whispered, his voice a promise, a dark promise that sent a shiver through you. "I know what you need. I know how to make you feel good."

He kissed you again, his hands moving over your body, rough and demanding, and you knew there was no going back. His touch was fire, scorching every inch of your skin, and you let yourself get lost in it, lost in him. You could feel the tension building, the way his fingers worked magic against your skin, and you moaned, the sound swallowed by his mouth.

"s’ what you wanted hm?" he said, his voice low. You stayed silent, pants leaving your lips, desperate, and it only seemed to make him hungrier, his touch growing more insistent.

"You need this, don’t you?" he repeated, the words gritted past his teeth, his eyes searching yours, and you nodded, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

"Yes," you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders, your body arching into him. "I need you, Chris."

His smile was almost predatory as he kissed you again, his hands slipping beneath the hem of your dress, his fingers grazing your skin, making you gasp. He pulled back once more, your mouth chasing his own.

"That’s it," he murmured. "You’re mine tonight. No one else matters."

You nodded, desperate as his hands moved higher, tugging your dress along with them. “Up.” He mumbled, and you obliged, sitting up quickly so he could discard your dress from over your head, slipping it off with ease.

Once your dress was off, you leaned back down. Your hair flowing over the pillows on his bed. His eyes were hungry, drinking in the sight of your body decorated in the lace set your were wearing.

“Fuck,” he muttered, hands wandering up to squeeze your bare sides. “You wore this — almost like you were waiting for me, hm?” He chuckled.

A shaky breath escaped your lips, and all you could do was nod. He smirked, humming as his hands wandered higher, skimming under your tits, reaching to the back of you to unclasp your bra with one hand.

Your back arched, pushing yourself against him as he slid your bra off. The cool air making your nipples harden, sending goose bumps across your exposed skin. He threw the item somewhere behind him, joining your discarded dress.

Chris’ head bent down, taking one of the hardened nubs into his mouth, the warmth of his tongue making you sigh. He smirked against your skin, sucking harshly, a moan being ripped from your throat at the sudden action.

Your hands gripped his hair, tugging the strands as your eyes fluttered closed, welcoming the pleasure coursing through your veins. When Chris saw your eyes close, he pulled away, hand gripping your face, causing your eyes to snap back open. He just tilted his head, a grin plastered on his face.

“I want you to look at me while I pleasure you, yeah? Think you can do that f’me?” He spat out, your head nodding vigorously at his words. He hummed, sitting back from you, moving his body up the bed to rest against the headboard.

Your eyes followed him, head twisting to watch where he was going. Once he was situated against the headboard, his hands gripped the waist band of his pants and boxers. Lifting his hips up as he shuffled them down to his mid thighs, your eyes locked onto his cock. He was huge — bigger than your boyfriend.

Chris’ gaze flicked to your face, watching the way your eyes practically fucked him, widening as you stared at his length. He suddenly spoke, the sound snapping you out of your trance, wide eyes looking into his blue ones. His finger beckoned you. “Come sit.” Was all he said before your body was scrambling, moving to hover directly over his hard dick.

You were eager, your boyfriend being a distant memory in the back of your mind, all your senses being invaded by Chris. Your eyes watched as he held his hand up to your mouth. “Spit.” he said, tone a little harsh. You obliged, mouth hovering over his hand as you let spit dribble past your lips into his palm.

“Good girl.” he groaned, retracting his hand to bring it down to his aching cock. Wrapping his fist around it, he gave a few tugs, hissing at the friction. After a few more tugs, he moved both of his hands to grip your waist, moving you to hover more directly over his length.

Your eyes widened, hands pushing against his chest. “W-wait chris, you — you’re not — that’s not gonna fit in me.” you gasped out, trying to wiggling out of his grasp slightly.

He just chuckled, gripping your hips tighter as he moved you back. “Don’t worry sweetheart — i’ll make it fit. You’ll be okay.” he cooed, a hand leaving your hip to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

You took a deep breath, nodding your head slowly as you let him guide your hips more. His fingers pulled your panties to the side, slowly he tugged you down, the tip of his cock pushing past your folds as your hands gripped his shoulders. You gasped as the tip pushed into you — eyes squeezing shut at the slight burn. “Shhh, i’ve got ya.” he whispered.

You too a deep breath, hips moving down more on his length. A hiss escaped your lips, he was only in a little bit but it felt like he was splitting you open. A returning groan slipped past his own. “Fuck ma — y’squeezing me so fucking tight…shit.”

You whined, your nails digging into his skin. He pushed your hips down more on his length, his head tipping back against the headboard. “Almost there baby — fuck.” he said through gritted teeth. You nodded, watching his face contort in pleasure.

Soon enough, he bottomed out. You felt so full. His head tipped back forward, looking down at where you were connected and he could see the bulge in your stomach — making him groan.

Your eyes bore into his, he was still — not moving at all. You realized he was waiting until you gave the go ahead, who knew he wasn’t such an ass after all. Slowly, you nodded your head, and he smirked.

His hands lifted you up, sliding out almost fully before he slammed you back down onto his cock. You let out a screech, eyes rolling back as he set a fast pace. “Ah — c-chris!” you squeaked, nails gripping harder, sure to leave a mark.

It felt so good — the burning turning into pleasure that coursed through your body. Your head tipped forward, resting in the crook of his neck. Little gasps and whines escaped your lips.

Chris shifted, his feet planted on the mattress as he bullied his cock deeper into you — if that was even possible. The angle made you moan, the pleasure overwhelmingly good. “Chris…ah — fuck s’too m-much!” you cried out, tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

Chris chuckled, keeping the rhythm going, his hips slamming up into yours. The sight of your glassy eyes spurred him on. “Oh, poor thing, is this too much for you? Thought you could handle it?” he moaned, head tucking into your neck as he nipped at the skin, sure to leave little purple bruises.

Your walls fluttered around him at his words, his teeth gritting together. The tears spilled down your face now — not from pain, but from pleasure. Chris brought his head back up, gripping yorker hips tighter as your started to fuck yourself on his cock now.

“Fuck look at you — such a cock slut hm? taking me so fucking well ma.” Your hips moved faster, the sounds of skin slapping against one another and the wet squelching of your pussy was the only thing that could be heard. The blaring party from upstairs couldn’t even be heard through the both of you.

“s’big — so fucking big oh god.” you moaned out, the words tampering off into a high pitched whine at the end. Your hips shifted, bouncing up and down on his cock as a particular thrust of his hips hit that spongy spot inside of you, causing your body to tremble as a mewl slipped past your lips.

Chris leaned forward, taking one of your pink nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping on the bud. His groans reverberated through your body, making you shiver. “What would he think if he knew where you were right now? being such a fucking whore for me.” he mumbled around your hardened bud, biting down harshly. You threw your head back again, crying out at the pain.

“What if i told him hm? show him how much you love bouncing on my cock.” he muttered, letting go of your nipple as his tongue trailed up to your collarbone. You didn’t answer, only a whine slipping out as your ground your hips down more, your clit rubbing against him.

Chris didn’t like that, his teeth biting your collarbone harshly. You squeaked, “N-no! don’t — don’t tell him.” you choked out, the tears cascading down your face more. He hummed, his hips still slamming up into you. “No? y’sure baby — fuck — i think you’d like that wouldn’t you?” you shook your head, trying your hardest to deny, but the way your walls squeezed around him at the thought told chris other wise.

One of his hands left your hip, sliding up your back to tangle into the back of your hair, tugging your head back sharply. The action made you whimper, closing your eyes as your legs started to burn, but you pushed through — bouncing harder on his cock.

He grinned, the hand helping move your hips left. “Keep moving yourself baby — make yourself feel good. Take what’s yours.” he whispered. You nodded, moving more as you felt a knot form in your stomach. The hand in your hair never left.

Chris reached over, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and opening his camera, pushing on the video button. He hit record, holding the phone to point down where his cock could be seeing in your guts, your tummy bulging.

Your legs burned, the feeling of them wanting to collapse was strong, but the need to get off was stronger. “Taking me so fucking good ma — tell me how good i’m making you feel.” he said, punctuating his words with some sharp thrusts. His hand tugged your hair harder, “S-so good! fuck me so good!” you cried out once more.

His phone panned to your face, capturing how it contorted and scrunched up in pleasure before panning back down. The knot forming in your stomach tightened, pricking up your spine, heat swirling in your stomach. “Gonna cum — c-chris m’gonna cum.” you breathed out, grinding down harder.

He moaned, the hand in your hair letting go as he brought it around to your front. His thumb connected to your clit, rubbing tight circles and made your body jolt. “Yeah? y’gonna make a mess all over my cock? go ahead, cum for me baby.”

That was all you needed to hear, your body moving faster as you chased that release you so desperately needed. Chris kept the phone pointed at you — your knowledge of it non existent. Little babbles left your lips, your walls squeezing him tightly as the knot snapped.

“c-cumming!” you moaned, body tightening as you released all over his cock. Your juices slipping down his length. Your movements slowed, but chris wasn’t done.

He quickly tipped your body back — your back making contact with the mattress as his one hand gripped your his bruisingly. His cock plowed into you at a mad pace, the phone still in his other hand. He aimed it up, capturing your whole body in the frame. You choked out a whimper, hands pushing up at his stomach.

“C-chris!” you cried. He hissed, his own release creeping up his spine as your walls clenching him hard. “Fucking take it — take it, take it.” He growled. He was so close, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you.

“Gonna fill you up baby — make you feel me for fucking days.” he said, and you nodded, hands now gripping his bicep as you teetered on the edge of overstimulation. “Give it t’me.” you whispered, hooking your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper into you.

“Ah — fuck, fuck, fuck.” he chanted, burying himself deep in you as he released inside your walls. The warm feeling of him spilling into you cause you to whine, eyes rolling back again as you babbled.

Stilling his movements, he stopped the video, quickly opening his messages and sending it to your boyfriend — how did he have it? you don’t know.

He tossed his phone aside, slowly pulling out of your fluttering walls. His gaze traveled down, watching as his cum spilled out of you. He hummed, pleased with himself. You could feel his eyes on you, causing your hands to instinctively cover yourself up. He tsked, taking your arms away from yourself.

“Don’t hide yourself ma, y’so beautiful.” He muttered. You cheeks flushed, his voice so calm and soothing compared to earlier. He smacked your thigh a few times, the weight shifting on the bed as he got up and walked to his conjoined bathroom.

Coming out a few minutes later, your head tipped to look at him. He was cleaned up, in a pair of sweatpants, carrying a wet warm washcloth over to you. “Open your legs baby.” he said, gently tugging your thighs apart. You obliged, the warm feeling of the washcloth soothing your body.

When he moved over your pussy, you flinched slightly, still sensitive. He cooed, apologizing quickly before he continued to clean you. Once he was done, he helped you sit up, walking over to his dresser he pulled out a pair of his boxers and a fresh love hoodie.

He helped you get dressed, taking your ruined panties off and replacing them with his boxers as he slid the hoodie over your head. Once he was done, he helped get you situated under his covers, offering you water.

He climbed in next to you, your mind already slipping into unconsciousness as you felt yourself grow exhausted. He pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to your hair.

You hummed contently, snuggling into his chest as you doze off into a peaceful sleep. Your soft snores echoing through the room. After while chris got up to make his way upstairs to end the party. But as he got up, his phone buzzed.

He checked it quickly, smirking to himself when he saw the message.

Your Boyfriend : What. The. Fuck.

[babydolly111]

[daddies-i-love]

Michael Fallon

[milf-and-son]

[chonky-goth]

I host a Halloween party but it's just hours of letting everyone use me 🎃

[leatherfag]

Service sub at a play party who’s being very good and following their instructions to make sure the doms for the night are getting aftercare too. Service sub who’s got a tray of snacks and electrolyte drinks who waits on the sidelines, then when the time is right, is checking in on an impact top, making sure they’re hydrated and feeling good, eagerly asking if there’s anything they need. Service sub who’s helping pack up materials for a dom that just worked really hard to make their sub feel good and deserves a bit of a hand. Service sub who makes it their job to know who needs a push to take care of themselves afterwards and dispenses them as needed.

Service sub who loves seeing d-types be properly taken care of, loved and looked after. Service sub whose love for their d-type is so large it extends to their people, because how could it not?

How could they not see the same struggles, the same mountains and not want to carry some of the load?

What could love be, if not for you and yours?

[at2pretty]

too cute to spook 🤡🖤

[milf-and-son]

[openfleshwound]

re doing my intro !

hello, my name is mori or snail. i like to post about gore, cannibalism, and my issues with bpd. i have bpd, autism, and many other mental disorders.

i really like visual novels and rpg horror games, especially corpse party !!! i might talk about it sometimes on here or reblog fanart,, :3 i also really love poetry <3

i dont have much hobbies except for journalism and art, i also heavily talk about my feelings alot on here, as well as cannibalism, gore ++etc, so if that makes you feel uncomfortable, then maybe you should consider clicking off my page !!

my tags !!

#mori’s.reblogs — reblogs

#mori’s.rambles — talking about whatever i want

#little.mori — age regression !!

#mori’s.vents — my vents

#mori’s.asks — asks

#gorefreak.mori - gore , s/h , cannibalism etcetc++

dni !!

please dni if you are the basic dni crit, older then 18 (reblogs, likes, comments r okay),, fetishizes mental illnesses or WLW/MLM relationships, terfs, xenophobic, zionist, pro ship, anti-semitic, dsmp fan.. if youre an agere blog i’d consider not following as i post heavy gore …

thank you for reading <3

[afraidofchange]

some people shouldn't be allowed to write women. that's all i'm saying.

[puppy-bird]

Imagining someone gently tugging on my hair to pull my head back, shoving a bottle of wine in my mouth and making me chug it, “there we go, that’s it pup, drink your juice” and naturally when I finish it “goood boy, such a good job, taking it all for me” and then I’d be so loopy and out of it I’d just want to crawl up onto their lap and collapse on top of them, sloppy kisses and rutting against them as well as I can manage in such a state, and they’d chuckle at how absolutely gone I am 😵‍💫

[ann0yed-b0yfriend]

Been thinking allot lately about a dream I had.

In the dream I had multiple subs, some pets, some slaves, some were there just for that night.

They are all there to give me a very special show.

I have a special comfortable spot were I can see it all, while I drink a good whiskey, smoke good w33d and take some pictures.

Slowly I would give orders, pairing them, making things hotter and nastier.

Until I finally lost control and join them.

[kidzwitbugz]

knife prty