#scratching kink

[maladaptiveobsession]

*pokes* oh my god! i really love all of your dol headcanons, the suicidal one admitedly made me cry, it's just that good! :'D not sure if you take request or not, you can ignore this if you aren't, but i'd absolutely would love something related to bailey taking reader's virginity...? his dialogue in canon (before it was removed rip) when he took pc's virginity drive me fucking crazy :)

“Your body was always mine.”

Synopsis: You owe Bailey, but are short on cash. He takes your virginity as payment.

Contains: afab!gn!reader, anal mention, biting, cervix kiss, deflowering, fingering, masturbation, noncon, oral mention, overstimulation, scratching, purity/virginity kink

Words: 2,159

A/N: Sorry this took so long. It’s been a rough month or so. I wish they would have left us the ability to fuck Bailey at least until they had more lewd content to replace it with. I refuse to acknowledge his canon disinterest in the player.

In a town such as this, where temptations festered in the shadow, it was a miracle you’d preserved your purity for as long as you had. He can’t imagine how you managed, though he supposes your affiliation with the church must have contributed. Fat load of good that did against him, though, didn’t it? It hadn’t been intentional, but he’d gradually accrued your virginities, unraveling your innocence thread by thread.

Once in a moment of weakness, driven by frustration. You’d pestered him all that morning with dumb shit, and in a haze of anger and desire, he overwhelmed you, his hands gripping your body as he bent you over his desk and roughly violated your ass. You fought valiantly, but you were just no match.

"You should be putting out more if you're this tight. What do you think you're good for?"

Once with the intentions to torment that insufferable prick, Avery. You may have been that bastard’s date for the evening, but he was your guardian, and it was about damn time he reminded you both who actually owned you. With the right encouragement—threats against that other brat, Robin—he hadn’t needed to lift a finger for your mouth to get to work. The look on that man’s face as you choked on him was the highlight of his evening, though your inexperienced tongue running alongside his shaft was a contender to be sure.

"Don't get any funny ideas. Just take it."

Once more that same evening without thinking. With all the adrenaline coursing through his body, he hadn’t considered the significance before grabbing your hand and thoughtlessly dragging you off to his car. He hadn’t registered the way your hand tensed against his own until long after he’d dumped you off at the orphanage.

Lastly, by your discretion, too drunk for you to realize the “handsome stranger with kissable lips” was in fact your caretaker coming to collect your dumbass after you’d gone and got yourself roofied. You were lucky it was the day before collection; otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered. For reasons unknown to even himself, his resolve to remain indifferent crumbled under your clumsy lips, pulling you close to dress your lips with his and turning that chaste brush of lips into a ferocious battle with his tongue. You probably still think it was that haunting freak you barely tolerate who took your first kiss, but he hasn’t forgotten.

"Surprised are you? You'll learn to kiss better soon."

Now, behind the locked door of his office, he finds himself clawing at the remnants of his self-control, trying desperately to ignore the desire that began to bloom since he first pinned you against his desk. He palms at the ache pressing against his trousers, shame creeping along his spine. He should never have let things get as far as they did. There were lines he had resolved not to cross, and yet here he was, hips jerking to the thought of your warm tongue, soft lips, and tight ass.

The thought that you’ve been sauntering around town with that virgin cunt of yours unprotected, purity vulnerable to any prowling perverts, evokes a possessive rage that has no place invading his thoughts.

He sure as fuck shouldn’t be entertaining the thought that you’re only some doors down, just out of reach. The desire to own you in full has him in a chokehold. Growling, he reclines deeper into his swivel chair, impatiently fishing his cock out from his trousers, leaking pre-cum down over angry veins.

Fuck it, just this once.

With a sense of urgency, he gathers himself in his hand, tightening his hold damn near enough to strangle, and begins furiously pumping his hand. It doesn't take too long before he reaches that precipice, jaw and core tightening as he inhales sharply. Warmth spreads over his hand, pace and grip relaxing as he eases himself down from his high.

Releasing a sigh, he reaches across his desk for a tissue. After cleaning himself off and resituating himself into his pants, he glances down at his wristwatch.

12:30 AM

Right, there was still the matter of your debt. Before he could erase you from his thoughts, he had to collect your payment for this week. It was admittedly early, but the day of collection nonetheless, and he could swing by damn well any time he pleased. He steels himself before pushing the door open and striding up the stairs towards your room. The sound of your laughter mingling with that of another orphan—Robin, his mind supplies to his distaste—pulls at his insides like a vice.

The door swings open violently, the force startling the both of you into silence. The sight before him reignits that possessive rage; your hips straddling his with only a pair of panties protecting you from his exposed length. Underneath you, the boy cringes as Bailey's attention rests on him, eyes widening in bewilderment and terror. The air was thick with tension.

“Get out.” He bites out as calmly as he could manage, nails digging into his palms.

Robin casts a rueful glance between the both of you, torn between the desire to shield you and fear. You assure him that you’ll be fine, gesturing towards the door with your chin.

“But—” Robin begins, but is interrupted by Bailey.

“Did I fucking stutter?” he snarls, the animosity seemingly making the air colder and heavier. Quickly worming back into his night shorts, Robin slinks by Bailey while sending one last remorseful glance your way before vanishing down the corridor.

Silence punctuates his departure. Rage simmers below the surface of his skin, threatening to burn him. The sound of shuffling sheets punctures the quiet, instinctually causing him to look your way. Breath catches in his throat, soaking in the sight of your exposed thighs. As you reach for your bottoms, awkwardly twisting your body, he sees what he believes must be that brat's fluids discoloring your underwear. Lips twitching, he’s overcome with the desire to tear it from your body and have it burned.

Had he arrived even an hour later, you’d have surrendered your virginity to that urchin. Struck with violent impulse, he feels the final strand of resolve disintegrate. He stalks forward, his presence overwhelming as he closes the distance between you.

Scrambling back until your back is pressed against the headboard, you glare daggers, demanding to know why he’s here. The slight tremble of your voice reveals the fear underlining that false bravado you’ve taken to wearing. He makes note of your shifting eyes, frantically searching for an escape, and snorts in amusement. There would be no trouble subduing you, especially at this distance. Perhaps you came to this realization yourself, your eyes snapping back to him with a trace of defeat settling onto your features.

“You owe me.” A grimace overtakes your expression. Ah, now this was a first. Of all his orphans, you were one of the few that were consistently prompt with their payments. No wonder you were offering yourself to that brat. Now, no guilt would weigh on his conscience; you owed him and he intended to collect. You had only yourself to blame for whatever happened next.

Gathering your voice, you stamper out a retort, voice raising as you speak. “I-I’m a little short, but I ha-have enough to cover Robin! Do whatever to me; just leave him out of it!"

You nervously extend the bills out, and he snatches them, flicking through the stack to tally the sum. Satisfied with the amount, he stuffs the wad of cash into his pocket before glancing back up to you.

“I know just what to do with you. Don’t worry, I have no interest in that brat joining.” Closing the distance between you, he snatches your ankle and drags you towards him before you can resist.

You yelp as he pounces, quickly pinning your arms above your head and adjusting his grip so he can hold them down with just one hand. He doesn’t give you a moment to react before he snatches your lips with his own, silencing any potential objections. His tongue swipes across your lips, thrusting down your throat—domineering, rough, and speaking of suppressed desire. Pulling back, a string of saliva connects your lips.

“Wh-What was that about...?” You gasp out, greedily sucking in air, nearly suffocated by his intensity.

“You owe me.” He begins, hand drifting down to cup your sex. “And you have something I want.”

Tears gather at the revelation, struggling against his hold. “N-no way! Haven’t you stolen enough from me?”

Snatching your cheeks in his fingers, he clenches as a warning and sneers. “You fucking owe me, so unless you want me knocking on that brat’s door for payment, you’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you.”

You sniffle and sob, but otherwise settle down, realizing you have no other choice but to comply. Watching your eyes for any signs of rebellion, he feels assured you won’t try anything and releases your face and arms. You go limp, defeated. He hooks his finger in your panties, impatiently pulling them off your body before tossing them to the floor. He doesn’t bother to take off your shirt.

Though having seen you exposed before, he can’t help but stare in appreciation at your glistening lips. Swiping his middle and ring finger between your folds, he wastes no time before sinking knuckle deep, aided by your slick.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. That brat do this to you?” He begins pumping his fingers and circling your clit with his thumb, enjoying the crinkle of your nose and eyes as you try to maintain composure. “Or do you actually want this?”

You shake your head and try to say no, but your voice breaks into a whine as he curls his fingers against a sensitive spot. He takes the initiative to attack that spot, pressing a hand against your chest to hold you down when you begin to squirm.

"Just relax. I'll handle everything like always."

Feeling your chest rise faster and walls clenching tighter, he pulls away just as you’re about to reach your high. A whine leaves your throat against your will, feeling betrayed at the loss of his fingers. Without warning, his hands grip your waist, pulling you into him and replacing his fingers with something much thicker. The sudden intrusion steals your breath away and sends you over the edge, vaguely registering the pain through your climax. Perhaps he was just impatient, or maybe he cares some semblance to distract you from the pain of being split open by something so large. Either way, he gives you no time to adjust to his size, fingers digging into your skin and leaving crescent-shaped marks.

His eyes and lips pressed tight, overwhelmed by your tight heat. He’s plucked plenty of virgins, but none had brought him such intense pleasure. Melting into you, he sinks his face into your neck, tongue gliding across your skin and savoring your taste. You shiver as his lips trace your collarbone, the nipping of his teeth forcing sharp breaths from your throat.

It’s subtle, but you can hear his muted groans as his hips snap against yours, hungry and desperate. The sounds of wet, heated sex penetrate the thin walls of your room, sure to be heard by all. He can’t find it in him to care when all he can focus on is how sweetly you massage him, bringing him closer to the precipice of pleasure with each thrust. The crown of his cock kisses your cervix, your back arching from the sensation as your hands and legs wrap around him. Your nails dig into his back as that coil in your stomach tightens, leaving deep scratches in their path.

As you push against his thrusts, his hand slips between your bodies, teasing your clit with fervor. You feel yourself slip over that edge, head snapping back against the bed and calling out his name with eyes twisted shut. Feeling you tighten, he loses composure and begins frantically chasing that high for himself. Sensitive, you whine from overstimulation, softly calling out his name to catch his attention. The sound of your soft voice helplessly calling for him and only him lights his nerves and leaves him helplessly gripping the sheets. He bites down on your shoulder to stiffle a moan, spilling into you. His hips grind into yours as he winds down, hands tenderly gliding across your body.

As he pulls back, hot white pools onto the sheets below. He admires the mess he’s made: your bruised skin, neck raw and glistening, and lips parted as you try to gather your breath. His thumb ghosts over your lips, amused by the dumb look settled on your face. Satisfaction thrums through him, having claimed the last of your purity.

"Your body was always mine. Like your first time."

[vices-of-a-feral-prince]

I reaaaally like the scratch marks. (´▽｀*)

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

Agust D 'Haegeum' MV

[trashgrl666]

this is a catgirl dom appreciation post (it’s me i’m the catgirl dom)

artist: @10alex01

[kewpiekills]

i <3 cowgirl

[shirojikimattari]

Shadowheart has a thing for praises pt. 2

Idk how to post nsfw in this site without being banned but there's an...alternate end...to this comic...

Edit: I have been educated and now you lovely folks can see the not so safe for work ver here

[clementine-thedestroyer]

I will preach soft dom!Kyle until the day I die. I know he’d let you just kneel for him for hours- whatever you needed to let yourself forget that you’re anything but his good girl/boy.

Warnings for general cockwarming nsfw under the cut, along with slight dollification and “baby” as a somewhat degradingly used term of endearment for reader. Reader is gn but probably unintentionally female coded.

Sometimes, he’ll just have you lay your head on his lap and keep quiet. He’ll put a pillow under your knees and make sure you adjust your position every once in a while- all while he works on something or other for his job.

Those times, it often won’t even end sexually. He’ll pick you up and take care of you however you need- be that a shower after a along day of work, a snack and some water, or a quick bathroom trip- then the two of you will usually spend the rest of the night curled up on the couch watching a movie or tucked into bed in the hopes of an early sleep.

But other times, it is sexual. He’ll have you kneel under his desk- usually either with your skin bare to the world or wearing something pretty for him- and warm his cock in your pretty little mouth.

Sometimes he’ll let you take his whole cock into your mouth. He’ll coo and encourage you as you initially choke and gag at the length, and he’ll praise you once you finally manage to adjust to the intrusion- settling down and becoming nothing but a warm, wet, and very willing hole for him.

But other days, he won’t let you take him fully into your mouth. He’ll have you put your chin on the edge of the seat and stick your tongue out for him- keeping your mouth wide open as he rests his weeping cock head on your waiting tongue. He’ll make you keep your mouth open like that for him, drooling and whining around his cock until he’s done working and can reward you for sitting so pretty.

If you’re having trouble keeping your mouth open so wide for so long, you don’t have to worry- Kyle keeps a special gag in the top drawer of his desk for when his baby gets too tired or floaty in their headspace to keep their mouth open. The ring gag isn’t exactly comfortable, but by the time you need it to keep your mouth open, the discomfort barely even registers when he puts it in.

By the end of it, your jaw will ache like something awful, and seat of his chair will be soaked in enough drool and pre-come that it’ll need to be thrown in the wash. But that’s okay, because Kyle keeps a clean rag in his desk for his drooly baby.

Once he’s done, he might let you suck him off like that, but he also might just dump your body onto the bed and fuck you senseless into the mattress.

He’ll take careful care of you after any amount of time kneeling like that, no matter how it ends or whether you two did anything sexual during it. Most of it is done under the rational that you’re going to be helpless after so long on your knee. Your legs have probably fallen asleep, and he certainly doesn’t want you to fall on your face just because you stubbornly insisted you could walk yourself to the bathroom instead of just letting him carry you.

He’ll clean you up if you need it- either with a quick wipe down from a warm washcloth or a bath or shower, depending on how dirty and how out of it you are- and he’ll dress you in some clean pajamas before spending the rest of the night likely cuddling you in some way, shape, or form.

[cvvvtingqueen]

TW: $h!!!

love taking out my dreadful and anguishing thoughts and existence on my sk1n its been forever since i last cvt my th1ghs, i missed the feeling so fucking much

ankles:3

upper arm:3

thighs:3

[markm3upanywayy0ul1ke]

can you do baby cat scratches? i don’t see a lot of them and makes me feel like im not doing enough

It's just SFX tumblr, don't kill me >_> [If you want, requests are still very open, feel free to send an ask or a dm!!! Anything goes :3c]

Here you are!!! These are gonna be so itchy, but worth it :3 And please please know that those are more than enough, you're more than valid my friend <3 Deeper/bigger s/h does not mean better or more valid, tumblr just,,,, desensitizes you an insane amount, which is the downside of communities like this. I'm here if you wanna talk btw!!!

[I have no idea why these are so blurry, I cleaned my camera and everything >:[ ]

[alaynestcnes]

…many thoughts abt this asos passage.

like we have jon once again imagining getting frisky in the godswood. his obsession with the godswood/hot pools and his voyeur/sacrilege kink are literally confirmed….love this little freak. but not only that, we have the inclusion of him refusing his desires (kissing ygritte) because of his father watching - manifesting as a face on a weirwood - literally the manifestation of jon’s shame and guilt about his feelings and what his father would think.

and then this shame and denial of his desires is followed by the reasons for his guilt; he was the blood of winterfell. it’s strange to me that this reason is placed before being a man of the night’s watch, when that is the actual oath he broke for ygritte. not to mention that specific blood of winterfell term being used, when jon and sansa are the only starks to refer to themselves this way. it would have had the same meaning if grrm used ‘he was a stark’/‘he was eddard stark’s son’. but instead, he chose the term that links jon and sansa.

then we have the classic you know nothing, jon snow. this is ygritte’s catchphrase, so it’s clear why it’s included in his drugged out dream abt ygritte but we do see this phrase connected with sansa in his recollection before he dies…it’s strange how easily it can be used as a thread to link ygritte to sansa. interesting that there are two links that could be made to sansa here. (and i knowww the antis are going to accuse me of sTeALiNg CoNtEnT but that’s literally not possible, none of the content exists in a ship-only vacuum and content can have multiple meanings for multiple charas/used as textual tools to link events/charas/themes. like if an argument can be made that a link is exists, then everyone has the right to make the argument 🙄).

mayhaps i am delulu but we know grrms lovessss his breadcrumbs and alluding to future events/layering multiple meanings into his dream sequences. the veil covering this passage of jon’s desires that shame him, make him think of his father’s disapproval, specifically linked to him being blood of winterfell…yeah…i wonder what sort of future desires and events grrm could be alluding to that might lead to similar feelings….

[viivenn]

Catrissa/Larissa and Brienne doodles (NSFW)

minors PLEASE DNI i don’t want to traumatize you😔

so, brienne has stolen the strap and ‘riss stole the vibe. how unfortunate. even more heartbreaking that i have to censor the images so much. uncensored on twitter <3

all ref images found on pinterest <3333

[ensen-joy]

Got a first aid spray? keep forgetting to post backlog stuff over here. Anyways HUNK could definitely use a dad bod and a pregnant gut

[ketsunekii]

heart shaped wounds are absolutely gorgeous <3 something about showing love through inflicting pain really resonates with me

sincerely, someone who has given people wounds in the shape of a heart

[markm3upanywayy0ul1ke]

I remembered suddenly why I don't do baby styros or cat scratches. This shit ITCHES-

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

kinktober day 18: watersports

i wrote an omorashi/piss kink piece back in april (if you like you can read it here, 2390 words) and have been dying to write another lately so have some more soapghost piss content <3

additional tags: t4t ghoap (ghost top surgery, soap top surgery & phalloplasty), anal sex, pissing inside (and on)

if you would like to know more about phalloplasty and penetrative sex, click here :)

thank you to captain for this idea 🤍🧡💛

read on AO3

captain john "soap" mactavish had always prided himself on being a man of incredibly tight self-control, thank you very much. he never did anything unless he very explicitly wanted to, and he made sure other people knew it. he prided himself on not over-indulging, found a kind of satisfaction in being able to look a thing in the face and no matter how much he might want it, just say 'no' and walk away anyway.

but everyone has a breaking point, and soap found his in lieutenant simon riley. it hadn't been a little break, either: he just hadn't been able to say no to ghost after the first time they'd had a close call on an op. they had had a rather frantic fuck after they got out of the briefing and went back to ghost's quarters; soap had told himself it was just post-close-call adrenaline and that it was a one time thing and that the next day he would tell ghost that they would never do it again.

that was six months ago.

because fuck was ghost an indulgence. maybe it was just because soap had spent his whole life denying and denying and denying himself things, but giving in to being with ghost went so far beyond just the physical pleasures of sex. no, somehow ghost knew exactly how to push every single one of his buttons and make him feel everything, good, bad, and otherwise, to the point soap thought he could let it swallow him whole. he was neck deep in ghost and didn't want it any other way.

and so the first time ghost had asked for his piss, soap hadn't been able to say no to that either.

ghost wanted every single tiny bit of john he could get at; anything he could touch or kiss or bite or lick he wanted. he'd asked soap to piss in his cunt, knelt down in the shower and asked soap to piss on his face and in his mouth, all kinds of shit but today he'd asked for something different that soap was intent on delivering.

ghost was on his back, legs wrapped around soap's waist while soap was taking his time fucking into his arse.

"please fuck me harder sir," ghost said, an edge in his voice close to a whine. "please, i want it - "

"then keep takin' it," soap cut him off. he was almost unbearably full; he'd already gotten ghost off twice, the lieutenant's cunt sloppy and wet and leaking down onto soap's cock in his arse, but he wanted to make this one last for them both: wanted to make sure ghost got every drop of piss that he wanted, and wanted to make sure that he got every bit of satisfaction from letting go and filling him up, too.

"insatiable thing," soap panted. it was getting harder to hold it with every thrust; the quick, pleasurable slaps of pressure on his abdomen were making him feel more and more like he couldn't keep holding it -

he forced himself to focus and keep waiting it out, knowing that it would be worth it to wait, he just needed to control himself -

"pleeeeeease, sir." ghost was actually whining now. "please, fuck, i want it so bad, please fill me up, please please please - "

"needy, demanding brat - " soap abruptly yanked ghost down on his cock, taking advantage of the break in ghost's concentration to push his legs back, his lieutenants ankles on his shoulders, to press in as deeply as possible.

ghost yelped at the sudden position change, hips slightly up off the bed now where soap was death gripping them to hold ghost still while he started railing him as hard as he could, struggling to forcibly maintain control of holding his piss in at the same time.

every solid smack of their bodies together had the twinging ache in soap's lower abdomen increasing more and more, pressure building up and becoming more and more painful -

ghost reached down to jerk himself off, cunt still shiny wet and the sight of ghost getting himself off yanked out the last pin that had been holding soap's self control in place.

he thrust into ghost's arsehole to the hilt and held it there, crying out at the relief. he watched greedily as ghost's whole body arched taut, so overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled up that his hand fell off his cock, limp at his side while his mouth fell open with a soft, low moan, his eyes gently closed.

"thats right, love, take it all," soap said, rubbing over ghosts abdomen with one hand. "get you nice and full, shit, gotta get you a plug to keep you that way, huh baby? good and full of me," he rambled, his hand pausing under ghosts belly button as he had a thought.

keeping ghost's hip tilted up, he slowly pulled out of ghosts arse and let his cock flop over his cunt, pissing the last of the stream over ghost's tcock and onto his stomach.

ghost looked up at where the pale gold fluid was running down him with wide eyes, letting out a small gasp at the unexpected action.

"fuck yes," he whispered, watching as soap's piss made wet paths from his cock to the scars under his pecs.

"there you go love, all for you," soap said, rubbing his dick over ghosts puffy, red arsehole.

ghost let his head fall back onto the bed. "just need you so bad, john," he said quietly.

soap hummed. "anythin', love."