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Kinktober - Jasper Hale (smut)

As posted before, I’ll post a few imagines all throughout this month. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this. Don’t forget the big rule: don’t like it, don’t read it. Enjoy my loves.xxx

🖤Kink🖤 Breeding Kink

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy (well duh)

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (1.1k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

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It was dark out by the time (y/n) returned home, body burning in exhaustion, mind desperate for some kind of distraction. Her house was dark, wrapping her in its comforting embrace as if she was coming back after months apart. Silent steps carried her to her bedroom, eyes half closed, all too comfortable in the depth of the night.

With a groan rumbling through her, she plopped down on her bed, face nuzzled into her pillows, momentarily not caring about the lack of air that left her lungs aching in panic. Every breath she inhaled left her thinking of Jasper, her covers smelled like him as if he was still lying next to her, just like he had done hours ago.

Her hand tightened its grip on her covers, wishing that he was close, anything to take her thoughts off the day she had just been forced to live through. For a moment or two her thoughts focused on the fabric of her covers, the softness she cherished whenever she needed comfort, the weight of her blanket that kept her grounded.

Thoughts that drowned out the sound of her phone going off, indicating that somebody had messaged her. A message she paid no attention to, wondering how long it would take her exhausted body to give into sleep’s call, gently cozying her along. Her breaths grew heavier, muscles finally able to relax, at least for a few moments - till the sound of her doorbell going off echoed through her home.

“Fuck,” the word rolled off (y/n)’s tongue, annoyance flushed through her as she rose from her bed, wandering through the darkness. No further words were spoken, hand reaching for the door handle, pulling open her door to expose Jasper’s grinning features. He pulled her into his chest before she could ask what he was doing back home, after a day filled with hunting.

“It’s alright, ‘m here now, darlin’.” Jasper pressed a gentle kiss to her scalp, he picked her off the ground and carried her back to her bed. Every emotion she was feeling flushed through his system, making him awfully aware of the need she felt; the need for distraction; the need for his attention; the need to feel him close.

“Missed you.” (Y/n)’s words were muffled, just a whisper spoken against his neck. She was straddling his waist, pressed close with her lips moving up his neck. A soft kiss was shared between the two lovers, a kiss that soon turned rather heated, wordlessly able to communicate their every thought.

It was simple, really, and yet both their systems were filled with excitement, wanting to get lost in one another. No further words were spoken as Jasper rose with (y/n) still seated in his lap, he sat up, lips making their way down her neck, fingers working on undressing her. Her clothes fell to the ground, one by one, soon followed by his shirt and trousers.

Their barely dressed bodies searched one another, not wanting to ever let go, praying that the night would offer them restless hours spent with their names rolling off their tongues. Jasper’s mouth found her chest, sucking on her nipples as one of his hands made its way to her panties, groaning as he felt her wetness soaking through the fabric.

“Touch me, please.” Breathless words clawed through (y/n), urging him on to properly touch her, to rub her clit through the fabric that kept them separated. Her moans reverberated through the night, beautiful sounds leaving his cock twitching in anticipation. Slowly her hands found their way to his boxers, pulling his cock free to pump him in sync with the movements of his fingers.

“Shit, darlin’,” Jasper’s groans left her chuckling, momentarily interrupting the string of moans falling from her lips like rain clashing down on Forks. Without a warning, Jasper flipped them around, hovering above her, allowing him to pull her panties down her legs, exposing every inch of the body he had sworn to worship.

“Gonna take care of you, pretty girl.” Without another warning he pressed his lips to hers, momentarily distracting her from the feeling of his cock entering her tightness. Her moans were swallowed by the kiss like waves drowning men on their passage through the ocean, one with the darkness they were trapped in.

Nothing about the moment was rushed, and yet his thrusts were everything but slow. Set on a ruthless pace that left her body trembling in pleasure, Jasper pulled her closer with every movement. Everything began to fall into place, everything made sense once again, and all because (y/n) could feel him close, bodies made for one another.

“Oh god, Jas, please.” She wasn’t sure what she was begging him for, could only whimper the words that found their way to her like wanderers following the lights on the horizon. And he loved every syllable rolling off her tongue, wanting to capture every fraction of the moment. He was sure that he had never loved somebody the way he loved (y/n), sure that he’d love her till the end of their time, forever a dear memory cherished by his no longer beating heart.

The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the bedroom, filling every inch of her home like a whisper of old times, sticking around like a memory etched into one’s soul.

“Can’t wait to fill you up, fuck.” His words were met with a moan, her eyes rolled back into her head as a barely pronounced ‘please’ left her. Just the mere thought of Jasper painting her walls white left her body trembling, wondering if they’d be blessed by fate. “Will put a baby in you, you’d look so pretty carrying my child.”

“Please, do it, put a baby in me.” His growls made goosebumps rise on her skin, eyes fluttering close as his thrusts got deeper. For months now the two had found themselves excited by the thought of (y/n) getting pregnant. He’d imagine her carrying their baby, how he’d take care of her, how he’d make sure that she got everything she needed. A perfect dream he’d think of to pass the time she slept next to him.

Her walls fluttered in excitement, pushing him closer to the edge she was about to fall from. Jasper tightened his grip on her waist, fully focused on the speed of his thrusts, eyes watching her hand move to her core, rubbing her clit to give herself the final push.

“Cum for me, darlin’. Let me hear you.” His name rumbled through (y/n) as she came, clawing her fingernails into his skin, hoping that he’d give in, in sync with her. Jasper gave it a few more thrusts, speed faltering as he came inside of her, imprinting himself on her walls.

Neither of them dared to move, not wanting to let go just yet as the night wrapped them in its safe blanket. And while (y/n) gave into her exhaustion, Jasper found himself stuck in another daydream.

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Kinktober - Spencer Reid (smut)

This is our last Kinktober day, crazy how fast the month has passed. I hope y'all enjoyed my smutty dabbles. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this. Don’t forget the big rule: don’t like it, don’t read it. Enjoy my loves.xxx

🖤Kink🖤 Somnophilia

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, kinda dubcon I guess

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (1k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

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It was a messed up situation, really. For days they had been hunting a serial killer down, set on catching the guy before another victim would be found - meaning no sleep for the team. Tonight was the first night where they had been allowed to rest, at least for a few hours, no longer able to think straight with their minds working on overdrive.

It should have been easy, the second Spencer and (y/n) had stepped into their hotel room, she had taken off her clothes and had nuzzled her face into the uncomfortable pillow, falling asleep within minutes. Spencer had hoped that sleep would come to him easily, desperate for a few hours where he could dream of something mundane, something easy, and yet he was wide awake.

The only sounds that could be heard were (y/n)’s soft intakes of air and the buzzing of the mini fridge. Somewhere down the hallways a person kept coughing, and the clock kept ticking on. And while his mind kept focusing on his surroundings, trying to distract himself from the case, his body was slowly losing its grip on reality. For the past minutes he had felt his blood rush down to his cock, growing harder in his boxers with every passing moment.

For a second Spencer had debated waking (y/n), he could still remember how she had murmured that he could always wake her if he needed to feel her, his girlfriend, but that had been weeks ago. He knew that she needed every moment of sleep she could get, every intake of oxygen that could give her more strength for the upcoming days.

Slowly Spencer’s hand moved down his body, working without listening to his mind’s command, desperate to soothe the ache he felt. A groan rumbled through him before Spencer could stop the sound from rolling off his tongue, eyes meeting her frame, hoping that he hadn’t awoken her. But (y/n) kept quiet, silently sleeping as if she had been doing it for hours on end.

Spencer’s eyes fluttered close as he grasped his cock, mind taking him back to those restless nights he had spent buried between (y/n)’s thighs, pushing her through the soaring waves of her orgasm, wanting to hear every sound her vocal cords were able to produce. Fuck, how he wanted to feel her, every part of the body he had claimed as his.

Perhaps he could feel (y/n) without waking her, slipping her panties aside to push into her tightness. Just the mere thought of fucking her while she was asleep coaxed yet another moan out of the man. Before Spencer could rip himself out of his lust-drunken thoughts, he reached for the blanket covering her barely dressed frame. She was lying on her front, thighs spread just enough for him to pull her panties down.

Spencer moved carefully, not wanting to make too much noise, not wanting to break (y/n) from her oblivious state. He couldn’t help but touch her core, moaning in surprise as he felt her arousal covering her folds, body just as desperate as his. Somewhere deep inside of him, Spencer couldn’t help but hope that she’d sleep through this, not noticing how desperate he was, and yet the voice in the back of his head called out to her, wanting to wake her to hear those addictingly sweet sounds.

He parted her folds with his cock, brushed through them a few times before he slipped into her. And for a moment Spencer stilled, eyes wandering down to her head, waiting for (y/n) to react to his intrusion, and yet she didn’t. With one palm pressed into the mattress and the other reaching for the bedframe, Spencer started fucking her.

The moaning agent moved slow at first, like a criminal perfecting his every movement, though the moment her body started reacting to his touch, he couldn’t hold back. His own moans drowned out the soft gasp that rolled off (y/n)’s tongue, slowly waking from her deep slumber. Only as she moved her hand, reaching for his, did Spencer rip himself out of his trance, as if somebody had poured cold water over his frame.

“Fuck, I,” he stammered his words, pace faltering, no longer worried about his arising high. But (y/n) interrupted him with a displeased whine, moaning a soft “don’t stop”. And that was all Spencer needed to hear. He picked up his pace once again, teeth sinking into his lower lip to stop himself from giving in that fast.

“Feels so good, fuck, Spence’.” Her moans spurred him on, hand letting go of the bedframe to reach for her scalp, softly pulling her into his chest, allowing her to rest on her knees. Spencer kept fucking her from behind, while his hand started exploring her front, cupping her breasts, squeezing her hardening nipples - hoping to push her to her breaking point.

“My pretty girl, fuck, desperate for me even in your sleep.” (Y/n) moaned in reply, head falling back to rest against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. Her walls clamped down on his cock, keeping him close as her fingers started circling her clit. Both moaned in unison, pushed off the edge with their names rolling off one another’s tongue.

She trembled against him, body fully consumed by her orgasm, not daring to break from the state and the heavenly feeling. He imprinted himself on her walls with one final moan rumbling through him, only letting go of her as she pushed herself free, chasing the warmth of the mattress.

“Sorry for not waking you.” Spencer murmured as he plopped down next to her, pulled close with his lips pressing soft kisses against her shoulder. But all (y/n) did was shake her head, perfectly fine with the way things had played out.

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Kinktober - Klaus Mikaelson (smut)

🖤Kink🖤 Hand Kink

Warnings: 18+, oral (f), sweet Klaus, fingering

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x fem!reader (1.1k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

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She couldn’t remember when it had started. When she had started to pay more attention to his hands, eyes following his every movement. At first she had tried to be subtle about it, not wanting to be teased about it by Klaus or even his siblings. But by now the ship had sunk, and had hit rock bottom with her patience slipping.

Klaus was sitting vis-a-vis her, eyes focused on the fire warming the room, watching the flames dance as he absentmindedly played with the glass of Bourbon he held in his hand. And while she tried to tear her eyes away from his hands, his slim fingers and the veins shining through his skin, (y/n) couldn’t stop staring.

The second she had noticed that she had a thing for his hands, she had felt waves of embarrassment clashing through her, threatening to drown her in the ocean of shame she was sailing through. Thoughts that were long gone, a fact she had accepted as matters had only grown worse.

Not once had she spoken about it, holding back whenever he noticed her staring for a second too long. It wasn’t that she was scared about sharing her new found obsession with her partner, wasn’t that she was scared of his reaction, and yet she couldn’t speak those words, held back like a whisper of the night.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, love?” Klaus’ voice ripped her out of her thoughts, eyes torn from his hands, meeting his glistening ones. Something dark swam in his pupils, something by far darker than the expression he’d normally wear. Perhaps it was the shadow of the night, wrapping him in her gentle embrace, but perhaps it was something else, something addicting, something poisonous.

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”(Y/n) took a sip of her drink, eyes fluttering close as she sank further into the couch, relishing in the comfortableness it offered. She didn’t hear how Klaus rose from his seat, didn’t hear how he moved closer, hands placed besides her thighs. “What are you doing?”

Her chuckles got stuck in her throat as she opened her eyes, face aligned with his, threatening to get lost in his pupils. Klaus studied her for a moment or two, eyes trailing down her front till they came to rest on his hands. The second a smirk began to widen on his lips, she knew that she had been caught.

Her every thought was lying to his feet, every held back word was now burning on her lips like a confession dared to be spoken out loud. Klaus had her trapped.

“You know, love,” he took her hand, fingers interlocked, “you’re not nearly as subtle as you may think you are.” Klaus’ chuckles vibrated through her body, sending waves of heat through her system. A heat so strong, (y/n) feared she may burn to ashes right there and then. Her mouth was dry, not able to reply to his teasing, stuck like a child being scolded by their parents.

“Tell me, what is it about my hands you seem to love so much?” His voice grew more quiet with every word he spoke, just above a whisper, and yet (y/n) picked up on every word. She only shook her head, no longer able to control her breathing nor her voice, scared that she’d make a fool of herself.

Klaus gave her a push back, forcing her to lay down on the couch, watching him hover above her. Their lips met without another warning, a kiss so searing (y/n) feared she may pass out any moment. And yet Klaus didn’t pull away, urged on by the beating of her racing heart, the sound of her blood rushing through her system. Signals her body kept sending out to wordlessly communicate with him, signals he’d always pick up on.

He pressed her hand against her throat, thumb stroking her skin as if he was painting a blank canvas, set on leaving marks to create a masterpiece. Her breath hitched in her chest, no longer able to properly breathe, not sure what she should focus on, the pressure he used to choke her or the movements of his hips, pushed against her clothed core.

By now she was soaked, could feel her arousal sticking to her inner thighs, praying that Klaus would stop his teasing and finally touch her. Only as her eyes rolled back into her head did he pull his hand from her throat, wandering down her side to reach her trousers. His skilled fingers popped open the button, helping her out of the fabric before he ran his fingers along the outlines of her panties.

“So wet for me, you’re dripping. And to think you’re only paying attention to my hands.” Klaus flexed his fingers as he pushed her panties aside, fingers teasing her heat. No longer could (y/n) stop her moans from rumbling through her, eyes set on his features, fully entranced by the smirk tugging on his lips, the darkness filling his pupils. A sight she’d never grow tired of.

“Breathe, love. Can’t have you passing out now, can we?” Before (y/n) could collect enough air to press her words from her lips, Klaus tilted his head down, mouth finding her heat. His tongue brushed through her slit, collecting drops of arousal as his thumb toyed with her clit. Her moans rang in his ears, a sound so raw Klaus was sure he could cum right there and then, just from listening to her.

Their eyes didn’t break contact once, not as she moaned his name, begging him for more, not as he pushed two fingers into her tightness, spreading her walls. It was a sinful sight, and yet neither of them even dared to think of stopping.

Klaus fingers picked up their speed, curled to tease her swollen spot as his tongue kept teasing her clit. The rough brushes pushed her further towards the edge, forcing her body to tremble beneath him. She’d cum soon, no longer able to endure his teasing, the loving touches she still wasn’t used to after all those months.

“It’s alright, love, I got you.” Klaus murmured his words against her skin, he could feel her clenching around his fingers. One by one she felt the bricks of her wall crumble, once built to keep herself from giving in too soon, now torn down by a few simple touches.

She came with her head thrown back and her mouth parted, allowing her sounds to roll off her tongue. A sight so beautiful, Klaus couldn’t help but allow his own moans to claw through him.

He kept pumping his fingers, fucking her through her high till her body stopped trembling. Klaus pulled his fingers from her heat, only to bring them up to her mouth, smirking in victory as he watched her eyes move down to his hand.

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Kinktober - Dean x Reader x Sam (smut)

Happy Kinktober! As posted before, I'll post a few imagines all throughout this month. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this. Don't forget the big rule: don't like it, don't read it. Enjoy my loves.xxx

🖤Kinks🖤 Knife play, Threesome

Warnings: 18+, unprotected vaginal sex, blowjob, knife, drugging, restrains, very much dubcon, threesome (no double penetration)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Sam!Winchester (1.5k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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The bar was crowded, bodies swaying together as they danced to the loud music. (Y/n) was pressed against Dean’s chest, he had his arm wrapped around her, keeping her close. Sam was standing at the bar, ordering their drinks, while his eyes wandered through the crowd.

The three of them had arrived at this town a few hours ago, collecting clues, hoping to close this case as soon as possible. So far they hadn’t found much, unsure what they were going against, and yet they found themselves at the place where the first victim had been killed.

“Here you go.” Sam pressed Dean and (y/n) a beer into their outstretched hands, sharing a knowing look with Dean, a look (y/n) didn’t pay any attention to. She was swaying to the music, letting herself go for a moment as her mind no longer circled around their case. Perhaps she’d finally be able to let loose, forgetting about her responsibilities for just this night. Nothing more than some harmless fun; fun that would hopefully end with Dean pressed against her naked body.

Dean and (y/n) had been sneaking around for months, trying to hide their forming relationship from Sam. The oblivious younger brother that had been crushing on the female hunter ever since she had joined them years ago.

(Y/n) drowned her beer way too quickly, not noticing how her surroundings slowly seemed to blur, no longer fully focused on what was going on. She chuckled Dean’s name, eyes not able to find his, fluttering close to stop the bright lights from hurting her. Dean tightened his grasp on her, eyes flickering to Sam’s smirk.

“Thank fucking goodness.” Were the last words (y/n) heard before passing out. Her body clashed to the floor, no longer supported but pressed against the wooden ground.

“How much did you use?” Dean’s rough voice ripped (y/n) from her slumber. She woke with a gasp, upper body rising from the mattress. Yet she didn’t come far, restricted by the ropes binding her wrists to the bed. Panicked eyes tried to find Dean’s, but it seemed as if both brothers were too focused on one another to pay attention to (y/n).

“I don’t know, not much.” She whimpered, loud enough to draw their gazes to her naked body. Both brothers were towering over her, studying the female hunter with smirks tugging on their lips. Dean moved closer to her, hand stroking up her naked thighs, pressing (y/n) further against the mattress.

“Took you a while, huh? Look at you, baby, I knew you’d love this.” Perhaps he was mistaking her dilated pupils for excitement. Perhaps he was mistaking her whimpers for moans. But perhaps Dean was simply toying with the confused woman for his own amusement.

“What’s going on?” (Y/n)'s words were slurred, though clear enough to draw a laugh from Sam’s lips.

“Is she always this oblivious around you?” The tall brother found his way to the other side of the bed, eyes ranking up and down her naked frame. Something inside of her screamed at (y/n) to cover herself, not wanting to expose herself to Sam, and yet that nagging voice inside her mind found pleasure in the way he was staring at her.

Like a price to win, like a goddess walking this earth.

“Don’t you remember what you told me? Your dream? I knew you wouldn't give in, at least not when you're sober.” Her breath hitched in her chest, heavy eyes flickering between both brothers as she remembered the dream she had shared with Dean a few weeks ago. Her mind had painted a colourful picture of her naked frame pressed against both brothers, allowing them to toy with her body. Nothing more than a harmless dream, or so she had thought.

“Dean, I,” she wanted to pull back, wanting to wake from this very moment, and yet she couldn’t. Sam’s hand found its way to her thighs, moving further up, till he reached her heat. (Y/n) pressed her thighs together, eyes finding Dean’s, but the older brother didn’t react, letting Sam touch her.

“Look at that, she’s soaked.” Sam’s rough laugh left her trembling, he sank down to the mattress, pulling her thighs apart to nestle in between. And before (y/n) could even dare to speak another word, she found her lips pressed against Dean’s, momentarily distracting her from Sam’s unfamiliar touch. The distraction didn’t last long enough, focus drawn back to Sam and the way he pressed his mouth against her core.

(Y/n)’s still somewhat slurred moans broke through her, eyes fluttering close as her body gave into the sensation. Her mind was still confused, thoughts fogged up by whatever Sam had mixed into her drink. Ripped away by the stream of pleasure thumping through her; ripped away by the waves of lust clashing against her, forcing her to drown in the moment. Only as Dean rose from his position, undoing his shirt before he pulled a knife from his belt, did (y/n) open her eyes again.

“Will you be a good girl for us?” The blade found her naked chest, pressed against her hardening nipples, forcing yet another gasp out of (y/n). She could only mewl Dean’s name, once again distracted by the eager movement of Sam’s tongue. His thumb circled her clit, pushing her further down the rabbit hole she was now trapped in.

Dean moved the knife up her upper body, drawing shapes with the tip of the blade, till he reached the rope keeping her in place. He haltered, eyes finding hers before he cut the rope, momentarily freeing her. And yet she didn’t dare move, anticipating what was coming next.

“Fuck, such an eager slut, clenching around my fingers. Do you want more?” Sam smirked at (y/n) as he rose, pulling his hand from her core. She didn’t get the time to reply as she was flipped around, face aligned with Dean’s crotch. His hardening cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans, begging to be freed, to disappear down her throat.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Will you let Sammy fuck you?” Her thoughts were fogged up, not able to produce any rational thoughts, forcing her to whisper a small “Yes”. She had her gaze focused on Dean’s hand, watching him free his cock, as the sound of Sam undoing his trousers rang in her ears. And even though she didn’t see what the tall Winchester brother was doing, she could feel his every movement, preparing herself for his rough pace.

With Dean’s hand finding her head, he pulled her further towards his cock, forcing her to part her lips. She was momentarily focused on the task, no longer paying Sam any attention - at least until she felt him position himself. A cry rumbled through (y/n) as Sam sunk into her from behind, cock stretching her walls, forcing her to pulse around him, all while choking on Dean’s.

“Fuck,” Sam groaned out, a blissful sound that rang in her ears like the cries of the creatures they kept hunting down on a daily basis. “She’s so tight, fuck, now I know why you didn’t want to share her.”

A proud smirk tugged on Dean’s lips as he glanced at (y/n), at the tears dripping from her chin, at the saliva clinging to her swollen lips. She was a mess, a mess he had claimed months ago, forcing her to keep close. Her moans spurred both men on, Sam picked up the pace of his thrusts, pushing her closer to her arising orgasm, while Dean tightened his grip on her.

(Y/n) wanted to cry out, wanted to beg Sam to touch her, desperate for more friction, but it seemed as if the man could read her thoughts, fingertips finding her clit. Her moans vibrated through Dean’s body, forcing a groan from his lips, head thrown back as he jerked his hips. She gagged, she moaned, she cried, and all her body could focus on was that burning feeling simmering deep inside of her. Any moment now she’d cum, walls fluttering around Sam’s cock.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Sam murmured his words, allowing her to give in with her eyes squeezed shut and her hands fisting the fabric of the blanket. Her moans were drowned out by Dean’s cock being forced down further her cock, only letting go of her to fill her cheeks with his release. Both brothers moaned in unison as they followed her down the edge, orgasms rocking through them, sticking to their souls like a memory following them around.

No words were shared between them as they crashed to the mattress, caught in a mess of naked limbs. And yet she didn’t protest as Dean pulled her in for a kiss, eyes finding Sam’s curious ones.

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Kinktober - Tom Riddle (smut)

🖤Kink🖤 Face Fucking

Warnings: 18+, oral (m), typical Tom Riddle feel, no fluff

Pairing: Tom Riddle x fem!reader (900 words)

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The night was dark, barely any stars were blinking in the sky, forcing (y/n) to rely on her instincts, cursing herself for leaving her wand behind. Perhaps this was a lesson learned. Perhaps this moment would teach her to never be as reckless as leave the one thing that could save her life behind again.

“Took you long enough.” Tom’s rough voice echoed through the hallway, forcing a surprised gasp out of (y/n). Though before the trembling woman could reply, he had already pulled her in for a kiss, hands reaching for her waist, pulling her close. As if they were bound together by a spell, guided by dark words no student of Hogwarts should ever dare to speak out loud, they relished in one another’s touch.

Without breaking the kiss once, Tom moved them towards his door, hand fumbling with the knob to let her in, guiding her into his room. The room was just as dark, and yet she welcomed the waves of comfort clashing through her body, (y/n) had been inside of here one too many times before. Hours spent with her naked body pressed against his mattress. Hours spent with his name rolling off her tongue, spoken like a mantra. Hours spent with Tom toying with her life.

“I can hear your heart racing.” Tom’s hand found her chest, pressed against her warm skin to feel the strong muscle singing in its cage of ribs and flesh. He had her trapped, the snake was about to feed off her body. He’d leave her struggling. “Your body is guiding you to me. It knows who you belong to.”

Once again Tom pressed a searing kiss against her swollen lips, as if he didn’t want her to reply; as if he didn't want to hear her voice ringing in his ears. Only and purely focused on himself and the words he had spoken and will speak. Her trembling fingers worked on the buttons of his trousers, very well aware of what he’d ask her to do.

A command rather than a question.

Slowly, one by one, the buttons to his trousers popped open, exposing his hardening cock. Their eyes met as (y/n) dropped to her knees, ready to please the tall man with her mouth, ready to guide him through the arising highs of his orgasm. She’d always be right there, for him to use, for him to toy with.

“Open your mouth for me, darling.” Words spoken with false comfort. He didn’t care much about her, at least not the fragile soul he held in his grasp. All he cared about was her body, used as a distraction, at least till he’d grow bored of her. It wouldn’t take him long to drop her, to move on, till his patience would snap once again.

(Y/n) got barely any chance to prepare herself, with Tom’s hand finding the back of her head, he kept her close. The man didn’t hold back, lips forced apart by his twitching cock, forcing her to swallow around him. Her gags spurred him on, allowing him to settle on a rough pace, fucking her mouth as if he was buried between her legs.

“Fuck,” Tom’s head rolled back, eyes squeezed shut, relishing in the feeling of her warm cheeks welcoming his cock. She didn’t have much choice, bound to him by a foolish crush that kept growing like the darkness grew inside Tom Riddle. Darkness that had once poisoned his soul. There was no turning back, not for Tom, and yet, even though she could still come out of this alive and breathing, (y/n) would always choose the path he was walking.

Tom used her mouth without any mercy lingering in his system, focused on his orgasm, the heavenly feeling that would burn through his veins soon enough. And she’d be right there to swallow every drop of his release, forced down her throat like the deepest and darkest secrets the night would tell to her.

A perfect mixture of love and hatred; of anxiety and anger. Every emotion one could think of he was making her feel.

One tear after another rolled down her cheek, leaving behind salty trails he wouldn’t wipe away. By now she should have been all too used to the rough pace he was using, how he was fucking her mouth, and yet her body still hadn’t accepted what he was making her do, hoping that she’d wake from her state.

“Look at me, don’t you dare look away.” Their eyes met once again, the sight seemed to be enough to push Tom over the edge, cum filling her warm cheeks. His taste stuck to her tongue, forever etched into her skin, a reminder she’d take to the grave.

And with a dark chuckle rumbling through Tom, he pushed her from him, tucked his cock back into his trousers and disappeared out of the dark room. Like a shadow wandering the hallways of Hogwarts. Nothing more than a bad dream haunting one’s innocent mind.

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Kinktober - Kylo Ren (smut)

As posted before, I'll post a few imagines all throughout this month. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this. Don't forget the big rule: don't like it, don't read it. Enjoy my loves.xxx

🖤Kink🖤 Sex Pollen

Warnings: 18+, unprotected vaginal sex, dubcon because of sex pollen, degrading, choking, dom!Kylo

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader(1.5k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

“(Y/n)!” Ren’s metallic voice boomed through the ship, forcing (y/n) to move towards him, standing a bit straighter than just moments before. She didn’t need to see his eyes to feel the anger radiating off him, the burning emotion that guided him through every mission. A steady companion sticking to the tall leader like a shadow sewn to his boots.

“Prepare yourself, we are landing in five.” He turned away from her before she could reply, leaving her heart roaring in anticipation. It wasn’t the first time he was taking her with him on a mission, wasn’t the first time the two would try and find something together, and yet she still wasn’t used to being around him, without anybody near.

Her palms were growing sweatier with every moment, hidden in the pockets of her coat, hoping that he was too focused on the task to notice the uneasiness radiating off her. A foolish thought, Kylo Ren would always be able to tell what she was feeling, even the smallest emotion thumping through her veins like a dream slowly being forgotten by her racing mind.

No words were spoken as the ship landed on the deserted planet, no words were spoken as he walked down the ramp, no words were spoken as he guided her through the forest laying ahead of them. And yet she was grateful for the silence, not sure if she’d be able to voice out her thoughts with Ren this close by.

Even though she had been around him for months on end, watching the stars blink out one by one, (y/n) still wasn’t used to the emotions taking over her body whenever he was close. She couldn’t pinpoint what emotion was holding her body hostage, was it lust; was it intrigue? A hunger that couldn’t be stilled, no matter how many men she’d try and turn to.

“Focus, (y/n).” Kylo’s murmurs ripped her out of her thoughts, eyes snapping towards his mask, trying not to shrink away from his piercing gaze. He kept walking ahead, gloved hand finding her wrist to pull her along, not wanting to prolong their stay on this very planet.

The tall trees seemed to close in on them the further they walked through the forest, whispering to them in a language she couldn’t pick up on, not understanding the silent warnings they were speaking. All she could do was trust Kylo and the map he was holding in his gloved hand, following it to wherever it may lead them.

“Here, hold this.” Kylo came to an abrupt hold, pushing the map into her hand as he crouched down, gloved hand disappearing in the dark soil. It took him a few moments to pull a box free, eyes taking in the carefully crafted wood. He didn't speak another word as he turned around and started walking back to where they’ve come from.

“What is in the box?” She couldn’t stop herself from speaking up, wondering why he had dragged her to this planet - only to dig up a box he wouldn’t open. But Kylo didn’t reply, forcing her back up the ramp, into the empty ship.

(Y/n) could only watch him place the box down, turning away from it to start the ship. He had taken off his mask, gloved hand combing through his hair, while he was staring ahead. And even though he had taught her to be patient, to not overstep any invisible lines he had drawn between them, she couldn’t stop her hand from reaching out, opening the box before he could stop her.

“Don’t!” But it was too late. A cloud of something she had never experienced before began to engulf her, crawling up her nostrils like smoke. Kylo tried to pull (y/n) away from the box, but the cloud had also started to engulf him, not giving him the chance to step away. No longer could he scold her, no longer could he spit commands at her, purely focused on the heat spreading through his body. A biting heat (y/n) felt thumping through her veins like poison.

Her clothes began to scratch against her skin, forcing her to shrug out of her coat, hands working against her mind's command. And before she could even wonder about what her body was doing, she had already popped open the buttons of her blouse. Kylo stared at her with a fire burning in his pupils, a fire threatening to consume his body, like the lust taking over his system.

“Fuck, what was that?” (Y/n) whimpered her words, head thrown back to release the moan that threatened to claw through her throat. “Why is it getting so warm in here? Fuck, Ren, help me.”

But Kylo was struggling just as much, and before his rational thoughts could raise their voice at him, he had already pulled her against his body - very well aware of what was going on and how he could soothe the ache. Their lips met in a bruising kiss, blurring the lines further, trying to release some of the pressure lingering in their systems.

He moved her back towards the control panel, heaving her onto it. Kylo’s hands worked on her trousers, while his lips kissed their way down her throat, and all she could do was chase his touch like an addict. Kylo’s big hands kept holding her in place as he pulled her further against him, clothed bulge rubbing against her now barely covered heat. Both moaned in unison whenever their bodies met, desperately trying to get some release.

“Don’t waste any time.” (Y/n) whimpered her words, not able to open her eyes, not able to move her body on her own, too focused on Kylo and his bruising touch. She heard the click of his belt, heard the buttons popping open, clearly preparing himself for what was about to happen. And yet he didn’t move fast enough for her liking, forcing a needy whine out of her.

“Such a desperate slut, are you always this needy?” Kylo was distracting himself from his own desperation, trying not to give into the primal need calling for him. His gloved hand found her heat, covered in her arousal. Her clit pulsed against his thumb, forcing moans out of (y/n) whenever he touched her, just the smallest amount of pressure seemed to push her to her limits.

“Fuck me, Ren, maker, please.” It felt as if their bodies were burning alive, consumed by heat one would only stumble upon on Mustafar. It felt as if a spell older than their time itself was guiding their bodies, forcing them to give into whatever was holding their flesh cages hostage.

Kylo spat into his palm, he pumped his aching cock a few times before he aligned himself with her dripping heat, eyes finding her pleasure-drunken features once again. He pushed into her without a warning, forcing her walls to welcome his cock, tightly wrapped around him as if she had never been fucked before.

A sigh of relief left the two, momentarily allowing them to adjust before Kylo picked up his pace. He fucked her hard, not holding back, not having the mercy to spare her cries a thought. She clawed her fingernails into his neck, not able to put whatever she was feeling into perspective.

One of his gloved hands found her neck, pulling her in for a bruising kiss. For the first time she opened her glassy eyes, finding his dark ones. Darker than the black holes she could watch from thousands of miles away. Darker than the thoughts racing through her mind late at night after another mission. No words would be able to describe the darkness that consumed every part of his body, and yet she found herself yarning for the man.

Kylo pulled out of her without guiding her, he pushed her off the panel and turned her around. With her front pushed against the panel, with his gloved hand finding her neck, he pushed into her again. Kylo fucked her from behind with his head thrown back and his teeth clawed into his plush lower lip.

With every ferocious thrust the heat began to feel more durable, growing colder the further he pushed them to the edge. Soon their release would consume their bodies, freeing them from the spell keeping their minds trapped.

“I want you to cum with me, want to hear you screaming for me.” Commands she’d blindly follow were spoken out into the night. And as the stars kept passing by and the nebulas grew more distant, Kylo murmured a small though determined “Let go”.

(Y/n) came with his name rolling off her tongue and her eyes squeezed shut. No longer able to admire the beauty in front of her eyes, life passing by like sand grains falling through one's fingers. She felt him imprint himself on her walls, heat filling her every vein, but not the kind of heat that had guided her for the past moments, no, a different kind of heat she’d forever cherish.

“I got you, hold on.” Kylo whispered his words as he pulled out of (y/n), hands not letting go of her once. And as the two were standing there, no longer just mere work partners, the two couldn’t help but relish in their closeness. Hearts pounding one beat after another like the blinking stars.

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Kinktober - Pedro Pascal (smut)

🖤Kink🖤 Priest

Warnings: 18+, unprotected vaginal sex, spanking, sex with a priest, religious connotations

Pairing: Priest!Pedro Pascal x fem!reader (1.2k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

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“You know, (y/n), it’s a sin to lie.” Father Pascal’s voice echoed through the small chamber. His eyes followed her every move, not daring to let go of her sight, trying to decipher the messages her body kept sending out. She seemingly had a hard time focusing on anything but his hands and the rosary he was holding, thumb rolling over every pearl.

“I,” she heavily swallowed, forcing herself to tear her gaze off his hands. “I’m not lying, father. I’ve been struggling with this for weeks.”

“I don’t believe that, hermosa. I think we both know why you’re here, and it’s not because of the curses you use when talking to friends.” A silent chuckle rumbled through the man, eyes momentarily fluttering shut as if he had to refocus on the topic at hand. Panic began to simmer in her pupils, threatening to overtake her system like water swapping over the rim of a glass.

“Why do you think I’m here then, father?” He tilted his body forward, eyes meeting hers as his free hand found (y/n)’s knee, squeezing her skin.

“I feel your eyes on me. I can formally hear your thoughts growing more sinful with every passing second. You’re not good at hiding your obsession with me.” Heat thumped through her veins, like fire threatening to turn into an inferno. Father Pascal had her trapped, not allowing her to flee from this very moment.

“I am sorry.” (Y/n) didn’t manage to speak another word, no longer able to look at the grinning man. Only as he rose from his chair, stepping closer to grasp her chin with his warm hand, did she lift her gaze once again. No words were spoken as he ran his thumb over her lower lip, tracing the scars her teeth had left behind.

“Do you know what the holy book tells us about forgiveness? What we find written in the book of Isaiah?” His voice grew rougher with every syllable spilling from his lips like wine dripping from the holy goblet. (Y/n) could only shake her head, as if she was stuck in a trance, guided by the Holy Spirit itself.

“Let the wicked forsake their ways and the unrighteous their thoughts. Let them turn to the Lord, and he will have mercy on them, and to our God, for he will freely pardon. I will grant you the absolution, but not before I can forgive you myself. Are you ready to work for it?” With her mouth growing dry and her heart skipping beats like the thunder that had roared through Jerusalem’s night, she nodded.

Quick movements pushed her to her feet, only to find herself pressed against his table, behind pushed against his front. He reached for the bible, placed on his desk like one would place a picture of their family, always there to guide them. And with the holy book placed down in front of her, he got to work.

“Read to me.” Her breath hitched in her chest as she felt father Pascal’s hands move up her legs, pushing her skirt up to her waist and her panties down to her knees. And before (y/n) could even think of collecting enough air to pronounce her words, his hand had met her behind, forcing a gasp out of the woman. “Read, (y/n).”

“Give ear and come to me; listen, that you may live.” (Y/n)’s voice trembled, shaking just like her confused body, not used to the rough spanking. But the priest wasn’t done, he kept leaving his marks, finding pleasure in the pained whimpers rumbling through her fleshcage. One hit after another met her skin, and yet she kept reading, at least she tried to.

“Seek the Lord while he may be found; call on him while he is near.” With a breathy moan rumbling through her, (y/n) felt her body pushed further against the table, no longer able to focus on the written word. His hand began to wander, cupping her marked behind before he brushed his fingers through her folds, collecting the arousal sticking to her skin like the shadow of Lucifer sewn to the frame of sinners wandering this earth.

“Is this what you’ve been dreaming about? Is this the sin you wanted me to commit?” Only a small “Yes” managed to roll off her tongue, filling the chamber like a shot going off. And with a groan rumbling through the man, he let go of her, only to free his aching cock.

The sound of him spitting into his hand rang in her ears, excitement filled every part of her body, not sure what to expect. For months she had lusted after the priest, for months she had dreamt about being pushed into his mattress, while she’d scream his name. A moment’s silence that was now torn apart by their moans.

“May you find your release, may he free us of our sins.” Father Pascal pushed into her, forcing her walls apart with his cock. Their moans blended together, forming a sound so sinful, so raw, even the demons sent from hell had to avert their gazes. It was anything but pure what they were doing, and yet the man of God couldn’t find the strength to stop.

He didn’t give her much time to adjust, kept fucking her with ferocious thrusts. Her moans urged him on, ringing in his ears like the Sunday morning choir.

“Fuck,” a breathy moan rumbled through the man of God. “Such a good girl, taking me so well, it’s no wonder Satan has found his joy in blemishing your innocence.” She couldn’t reply, and wanted to call out to the priest that he had been the one to trap her in the fog of darkness, not Satan. And yet she couldn’t. Her voice was stuck in her throat, caught in the pressure she was using on her vocal cords, trapped like a fly in a spiderweb.

(Y/n) felt him deep inside of her, leaving her trembling for more, addicted to the feeling rushing through her veins like the waves that had ripped God’s first creation apart. So sinful, so wrong, and yet destined to be. With every thrust, she grew tighter around him, soon (y/n)’d cum on his cock, pushed over the edge by the priest that groaned for her, making her see stars only the ancient wanderers had been fortunate enough to take in.

With a whine rolling off her tongue, (y/n) came. Her body shook, walls clamped down on his cock, begging him to fuck her through her high. Which he did, head thrown back, hands tightening their grip on her, forcing (y/n) to stay still. Both their moans echoed through the room, reverberating through their bodies like church bells shaking the afternoon apart.

A hiss left the priest as he pulled out of her, cum covering her behind. Both were heavily breathing, trying to catch air their lungs could cling to, bound together by the sin they just committed.

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