#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

[xochimillilili]

Why are so many kitty posts about soft shy aloof kitties, where the fucking hell are the posts about needy clingy kitties who meow loudly.

Kitties who pounce on you once you come back home, rubbing themselves against you, scratching and pawing until you go to bed where they climb onto you. Kitties who know damn well what they want, teasing you the whole time as they grope at you

Putting their weight atop you as they bump their head against your face, sniffling you softly before licking and kissing and gently nibbling at your neck as they continue the collar of hickeys they've been working on giving you.

Kitties who whine and mewl and don't shut the fuck up, wanting and pleading for more with the biggest and cutely desperate eyes. Kitties who bap and scratch at you, caring for you with their shakey paws. Kitties who yes, enjoy themselves plenty alone, but adore to be around you.

Need more of kitties who wake you up with bites and kisses a bit too early, who you sometimes wake to find about to sit themselves atop your face. Kitties who do their best to keep your attention, who just want one more minute of play.

More of kitties who just want to be cared for, giving their all with love and energy, who will do their best to do the same for you while not shutting their mouth up the whole time

[princessdumpling]

Hey guys, did you know Alfredo sauce is mostly just Cream and Butter? And what if you, oh I don't know, mix it with pasta and put it all on sourdough to make an incredibly fattening and delicious sandwich? Asking for a friend... 👀

[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 >:[ ]

[mommysmutt]

Sometimes, When I get annoyed in just the right way… I just want to fuck her… Ruin her…

Come home from a hard day of work. Everyone pissed me off, especially on the road home.. She’ll just be sitting in bed, drawing, coloring, watching a movie or listening to music.. All I have to do is lock eyes with her and point to the floor in front of me and she’s already there on her knees with her mouth open…Just an obedient little slut.. I work my pants off and immediately shove my half hard cock into her mouth. My hands gripping her hair and giving her no time to adjust, I just pump into her mouth. Growling as I abuse the back of her throat, forcing her to keep still as I grow harder, my cock forcing itself down her throat as it hardens completely. Ignoring the hits and taps she leaves against my thighs as I just push her head down, forcing her to take my cock to the base. Forcing her to gag as tears stream down her face. She hates it when I do this, but I don’t give a fuck, I’m pissed. And I’m going to take it all out on her.

I abuse her throat until I’ve had enough, forcing her to drink down my cum before I rip her head back by her hair. I pull her up as she screams from the pain in her scalp, forcing her to stand before slamming her face against the wall.

“Shut the fuck up.!”

She cries as I scratch her, biting her neck and shoulder till there is blood and bruises. I rip her pants off of her before I shove my cock right into her ass. No warning, no prep, hearing her cry out in pain as I start to fuck into her ass hard and fast.

“Just shut the fuck up!”

I move my hand to clasp it around her throat and choke her. My other hand spanking and slapping her, leaving perfect hand prints and welts against her ass as I cut off her airway, not letting her breathe as I fuck her. Making her head all floaty and fuzzy as I use and abuse her.

I pump her ass full of my cum, pulling out as I drop her to the floor, not caring before I kick her over onto her back. Grabbing a plug I force it into her ass to make sure none of my cum escapes her. Kneeling I grab her face and force her mouth open, spitting in her mouth as she instinctively swallows it.

“You’re nothing but a fucking toy. I will use you as much as I fucking want and you will thank me for letting you help me relieve stress. You’re nothing but my pathetic slut to take my anger out on.”

I listen to her cries and begs to stop as I force myself into her pussy, groaning and growling as I move my hips. She’s saying no but the way she is throbbing around me is contradicting her cries.

“Just shut up and relax, you’re really enjoying this.”

Her cries turn from pain to pleasure as I shift my hips and start thrusting against her cervix. Using her cunt as I pinch and twist at her nipples. Slapping her in the face, on the chest, scratching and clawing at her skin until she is completely covered in marks. Making her cum over and over ob my cock, overstimulating her as she moans like the true whore she really is. I fuck her harder, faster, harder, faster. Pushing past her cervix I abuse her womb as I cum load after load inside her., ignoring her please, ignoring her begs for me to pull out and her begs to not get her pregnant. I refuse to stop until I know I’ve gotten her so full her stomach starts to bloat.

Once I’m completely satisfied I pull out, clicking my tongue when my cum starts to drip from her red and puffy, abused cunt. I scoop it up with my fingers before pushing them inside her as I grab a dildo that sits right up against her cervix. Tapping it in place so I know my cum is trapped deep inside her. I tape a vibrator to her clit on the lowest setting, enough to stimulate but not to get her off before I move and leave her tied there, letting her cry and whimper as I sit at the other side of the room and just do what I want. Not paying her any mind until I’m ready for another round.

[parasiticly]

*carving my name into your chest* oh oh fuck i fucked up i didn’t spell it right oh jesus christ everyone is gonna think i’m an idiot oh no oh no oh n

[ang3lcvt]

tw; very poggers sfx makeup all fakeee

OLD cvts+scars!!!

baby cvts + baby styros + deep styros

i swear theyre deep my quality is js rlly shitty omfg kill me

i wish i could cvt deeper n deeper i feel so weak n stupid js making styros why cant i hit beans already i dont even feel valid anymore n the way my quality is making everything seem like theyre js baby cvts is so pathetic i wish i could js get kidnapped hanged n then shot or js get rap3d to death is not even a kink i js want the worst to happen to me like why cant i get tied up n then beated up w a metal bat im js so tired of getting better i wanna get worse i want my body covered w cvts why cant i go deeper why why why

someone pls send me death threats so i can have motivation to js km$ already im so tired of getting better i wanna get worse oh my gooooodddddddddd KILL MEEEE

[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….

[xochimillilili]

Love being passively n sleepily horny so so much like bwuuhhh head too fuzzy n body too sleepy to write properly or touch roughly,, , just grinding my hips down against a pillow imagining it's the cutest pup ever !!! Moaning so so soft into plushies while I grind my leaking cock into my pillow, trailing my nails across my mattress like it's their skin guhhghghhh wanna just whine n rut my cock softly between plush thighs while I drift to sleep

[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

[markm3upanywayy0ul1ke]

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