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stella / 22 / bi, switch, notorious sexual deviant

[krakenfemme]

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about me: stella, 22f. i follow/like from a different blog. switchy bisexual. this is a place for all my horny ramblings.

kinks include: teratophilia, hypnosis, dom + sub roleplay, primal play, bondage, and pegging.

tw for: dubcon and noncon

minors + ageless bios will be blocked!

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monster imagines:

robot dom

free use with a tentacle monster

siren domme

vampire dom

[desolationfires]

Marie Sauvage x Bernardin Décalogue

[krakenfemme]

thinking about taking a pretty boy's virginity...watching him squirm and moan as i fuck him better than his hand ever could...making him addicted to my mouth and my pussy and knowing that he'll always remember the first time i took him inside of me

[missty2020]

[wanders-in-wonderland]

that's a nice dick you got there... it would be a shame if it were to disappear... inside me...

[thankyouforleaving]

my new standard

[cosmonautroger]

Venus In Furs, Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch, 1870

[screenshotingmonstercinema]

[floatingherelikethiswithyou]

from the dailies for smashed

that’s a practical growl. not done in post. not a stock noise. it’s a live growl, on set, from his human mouth. this is the take used. they drop out the sound and the music gets really beautiful with the spuffy love theme but still. we were robbed of the growl.

[krakenfemme]

a brief entanglement (spike x buffy)

Summary: After a vicious exchange with Spike, Buffy attempts a revenge spell to get back at him. What she doesn't count on is the spell going horribly wrong. Or Spike finding out about it. Or…tentacles? Based on the events of S5E7, CW for dubcon caused by magic aphrodisiac use.

WC: 2,083

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Every slayer has a death wish. 

Spike’s words looped endlessly in Buffy’s head as she stalked back home from the Bronze. He was wrong about her– dead wrong. You know you want to dance, he’d said. As if she’d ever dance with him. It would never be him, with his ridiculous bleached hair and his stupid accent and those piercing eyes–

Buffy never wanted to see him again. Sure, she could stake him, but that would be instantaneous, vaporized in a blink. And honestly, it seemed a bit unfair with the chip in his head. She wanted to humiliate him like he’d done to her. But how? She could deliver Spike a swift ass-kicking, but that involved physical contact with him, which felt dangerous after the night’s events. Dangerous because she swore he tried to kiss her, and she hated the fluttery feeling that created in her stomach.

She was passing the Magic Box when an idea struck her. A spell. She wasn’t a seasoned witch like Willow, but how hard could it be? All she needed to do was read words on a page. It was kind of like cooking in that way. Buffy entered using a spare key. She rummaged through the bookshelves until she found one entitled Hexes, Jinxes, and Curses: A Compendium of Spiteful Spells. Perfect.

She turned to a random page and discovered a spell called Karmic Retribution. The instructions seemed simple enough: draw a sigil, place something belonging to Spike in the middle, and chant the magic words. Crap, she didn’t have any of Spike’s belongings. Then she looked down to find a short piece of bleached hair stuck to her sleeve. Probably collateral damage from their fight. That would do just fine. 

Once the sigil and Spike’s hair were prepped, she scanned the magic words. She immediately wished she’d paid more attention in Latin class, since the pronunciations didn’t exactly seem obvious. Whatever, she would try her best. Worst case scenario, the spell wouldn’t work. Right?

Buffy chanted the magic words, her tongue tripping over unfamiliar sounds. The sigil began to glow. She assumed that meant it was working. When the last word was spoken, the light from the sigil flared, practically blinding her. Suddenly, a dark, writhing mass emerged from the sigil. It was coming straight for her.

It wouldn’t be you, Spike. It would never be you. 

Though typically cold as death, Spike was burning with anger. He’d make that Slayer eat her words. He walked with a purpose back to the crypt, envisioning the wooden box where he stashed a shotgun and ammo. He’d put that bint six feet under. Maybe she could best him in hand-to-hand combat, but she wouldn’t stand a chance against a twelve-gauge. It would be worth the splitting headache from the bloody chip in his brain. 

He refused to examine the root of his anger. No, he’d banish the thought from his mind. How he was suddenly consumed by the desire to taste her, and how he ached when she pulled away. Not to mention those damn dreams. He’d bolt awake, drenched in sweat and hard as marble. They only made the cravings worse. If the Slayer was gone, maybe those pesky feelings would go too. 

As he passed the occult shop on his way, the unmistakable glow of magic caught his eye. He could hear strained grunts that sounded all too familiar. What the hell was she doing in there? Before he could stop himself, he slipped through the front door. There he saw Buffy, suspended in midair by…Christ, were those tentacles? The things restrained her completely, wrapped around her arms, legs, and waist. 

“What are you staring at?” Buffy spat. Though the luminous tentacles holding her her weren’t painful, she couldn’t escape if she tried. The more she struggled, the tighter they coiled around her.

“Seems you’re in a bit of a bind.” Spike taunted her. “What’s happened here?”

Buffy’s jaw clenched. “Does it matter? Just get me out,” she said through gritted teeth.

“And why should I do that, after our little spat? One of your pals can deal with that in the morning.” He gestured vaguely towards the door. When he did, one of the tentacles whipped in the same direction. Spike startled for a moment, before hesitantly moving his arm again. The tentacle mimicked his action. 

“Well, that’s awfully convenient.” A bemused smile crossed his pale face. “Care to explain, Slayer?”

“I may have attempted a spell. Using your hair. Which I did not take on purpose, by the way. And it may have gone a tiny bit wrong.” 

“That’s why I can control these, huh?” The tentacles snaked experimentally across Buffy’s skin, slimy and smooth, making her shudder. Their musky aroma seemed to cloud her thoughts. “Oh, the possibilities.” 

“Are– are you controlling those with your mind?” Outrage, fear, and something else mingled in Buffy’s voice. Something like desire. 

“Look, ma, no hands.” Spike laughed. A tentacle curled around Buffy’s neck. “And no headache. Quite a loophole for the whole chip predicament.”

“Spike…” Buffy breathed. “Please. I know I was harsh on you earlier, but–”

Spike scented something in the air. Thick, heady, and intoxicating. “Hold that thought.” He grinned like the cat who got the cream. “Slayer, are you horny right now?” 

“No!” Buffy exclaimed. “None of your business.” Her expression betrayed her. Why did the tentacles feel so good? It was probably that weird magical sex goo melting her into a puddle of need. She couldn’t help but imagine how their suckers would feel…elsewhere. 

“You must be sticking your nose in some depraved literature,” Spike teased. “Naughty Slayer.” This, Spike decided, was the most delicious revenge. She certainly wasn’t resisting his advances now. 

The tentacles slipped under her shirt and waistband, making her yelp. “This can’t be happening.” 

“Tell me to stop, and I will. Doesn’t mean I’ll cut you down, though.” 

“Don’t s-stop.” Buffy’s face burned with arousal and humiliation. Suddenly, the tentacles yanked off her clothes, leaving her completely exposed. “Spike, I– AH!” She cried out as suckers latched onto her nipples and clit at once. 

Spike’s cock strained against his pants watching the Slayer thrash against the tentacles. “Feeling alright, love?”

“F-fuck you,” she choked, but there was no venom behind it. The suckers worked at her relentlessly. Buffy’s nerves felt molten hot, the sensation reaching a fever pitch. Her first orgasm surged through her without warning. 

“In a moment. Right now I’m just enjoying the view.” Spike unbuckled his belt, freeing his throbbing cock. It was already slick with precum. He stroked slowly, careful not to spend himself before he was buried in Buffy’s cunt.

Buffy’s mouth dropped open at the sight of Spike’s cock, but it was quickly stuffed with a tentacle. Its viscous, glowing slime tasted salty on her tongue. Definitely weird magical sex goo, she decided. Arousal surged through her like heat lightning. Another tentacle shoved into her pussy, swiftly finding her g-spot. A smaller tendril teased her asshole. She felt a moment of trepidation before it entered her, making her body sing. The fullness was almost too much to endure, and a second orgasm crashed over her. The tentacle in her mouth muffled her scream.

The tentacles supported her sagging body as she recovered. Though they abandoned her holes, the suckers remained, making her squirm. Through heavy eyelids, she looked up at Spike with a mixture of lust and incredulity.  

“I’m not done with you yet, Slayer.” Buffy felt the tentacles lowering her towards Spike. Her heart raced in her chest as she realized what he was doing. Two tentacles parted her legs, revealing her dripping pussy. “Fucking incredible,” he groaned. “Do you know how intoxicating you smell? Takes all my willpower not to shove my face in your cunt and eat you up, every single time I’m near you.” 

“Should’ve done that instead of trying to kill me,” said Buffy, her voice husky. 

“Well, you made it bloody difficult. But now I’ve got you right where I want you.” Then his mouth was on her clit and she lost the ability to speak. Spike licked her slowly at first. The intensity grew until he was greedily devouring her. Hungry moans escaped him as he enjoyed her sweet taste. Two fingers in her pussy joined his tongue. He curled them just right, and she was cumming all over his face. 

Spike lifted his head, her face drenched in her juices. “Had enough, pet? I could keep you here all night, you know.” He rolled Buffy’s sensitive clit between his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp. “Let these tentacles play with you until you forget your name.”

“Spike, I need…” she started, so softly he could barely hear.

“Speak up, love. What is it you need?”

Buffy’s face flushed with embarrassment. Her eyes traveled to Spike’s cock, veiny and glistening with precum.

“Oh, is this what you want?” He took his length in one hand. “Tell me you need it. I wanna hear you beg.”

“Please, Spike. I need your cock. Need to feel you inside of me,” Buffy pleaded. She hated how whiny her voice sounded. 

“That’s my good pet.” He lined up and slowly pushed inside her. Buffy’s warmth completely enveloped him. He let out a vulgar groan. “Christ, so fucking hot.” Already he felt his cock threatening to spill over. He clenched his jaw, determined to make this last.

Buffy whimpered as he bottomed out. Spike was the biggest she’d had, surpassing Riley and Angel by inches. She’d stealthily admired his bulge before, but never imagined it would be sheathed inside her. He began rocking into her, and she surrendered to the feeling. 

“Admit it, Slayer,” Spike growled. “You wanted this just as bad as I did.”

She locked eyes with him. “Bite me.”

Spike choked out a laugh. “Are you seriously arguing when I’m balls d–”

“No, bite me, Spike,” she said, voice thick with urgency. “But don’t turn me.”

“I’ll be damned. Little Miss Slayer wants a bite.” Spike’s face shifted into his vampiric form. “Show me that pretty neck.”

Buffy tilted her head to give him access. He licked a stripe up her neck, making her shudder. She cried out when his fangs pierced her neck. The pain quickly gave way to a warmness that coursed through her veins and made her clit throb. Her head spun with the all-consuming sensation. 

As Spike drank her blood, he desperately rutted into her. Buffy’s blood was divine ambrosia. It tasted even better than he imagined. He knew he couldn’t last long with her nectar filling his mouth. 

“Holy shit, Spike.” Her words turned into sobs as an orgasm completely overwhelmed her. Stars danced in her field of vision. 

Spike lost all control when Buffy’s cunt tightened around his cock. He came with a ragged shout, her name on his lips. His seed flooded her and covered her walls. 

At that moment, the glowing tentacles evaporated, leaving them exhausted on the ground. The spell must have worn off, Buffy thought. They laid there wordlessly for what felt like hours.

Spike turned to her, his eyes uncharacteristically soft. “Looks like I claimed myself a Slayer.” He wound a strand of her hair around his finger. 

“You didn’t claim anything,” Buffy protested. “That’s not how this works.” 

“Those marks on your neck say otherwise, love. Hope you’ve got scarves and turtlenecks to last the week.” 

“Can we just pretend this never happened? I’ll make you a deal– you don’t tell Xander or Willow or Giles or anyone, and in return, I don’t stake you through the heart.”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy, pet,” Spike chuckled. “And after tonight? I don’t think you really want to.”

“You are impossible,” Buffy grumbled. She grabbed her clothes and hastily re-dressed. Then she left through the front door, the bell jingling overhead. 

“Watch out for tentacle monsters,” Spike called after her. 

Early next morning, Giles arrived at the Magic Box to find the door already unlocked. “A break-in. How serendipitous,” he sighed. Inside, a few items lay on the floor, but nothing seemed to be missing. Nothing except for a single book off the shelf. Hexes, Jinxes, and Curses, according to the catalogue. He wasn’t sure why on earth someone would take it. Any witch worth her salt knew it was notoriously unreliable. Giles hoped it hadn’t fallen into the wrong hands. Indeed, anything could happen if you mispronounced a few words.

[bunnis-monsters]

Imagine trying to have a normal Halloween party but all of your guests are REAL monsters that are horny as FUCK.

You see a fairy prince rubbing his bulge as you walk by, some werewolves eyeing your hips with each step, and you swear those “fake” vampire teeth just got longer as if getting ready to sink into your neck-

You’ve gotta stop having open invite parties unless you’re ready to feel tentacles and knots stretching you out.

Humans are cute, and you’re a particularly intriguing snack to monsterkind. With those plump hips and soft tummy, they’re about ready to tackle you and get to making babies.

A few drinks in and your giggling as a bottle spins. You end up in a closet with something you can’t quite comprehend and leave with your panties soaked with viscous black fluid and mind numb.

Some pretty vampire boys take turns kissing you, their cold fingers traveling down your body. It’s only later that you realize they’ve begun drinking from your neck, you’re too buzzed to even notice the pain.

Your pussy gets played with by an incubus who doesn’t even try to hide his flicking tail. Not like you’d notice anyways, you’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.

Several cocks enter you that night, some slimy and long, others short at first before growing longer and thicker once they cum. By the end of your night they’ve all left some sort of claim on you, and you’ll be visited by different monster suitors until you pick which one to mate with.

You’ve got the sight after all, even if you’re not aware of it yet, and monsters prefer a human that came see them when they’re plowing into them.

Hopefully next time you’ll actually realize you’re getting pounded by actual monster cock, though.

[violetmausoleum]

i just wanna get high while someones between my legs giving me orgasms over and over and over again

[deadn0w]

even if it is piss, you're gonna tell me making her cum so hard she makes a mess of herself isn't on your list of "things I'd love to do to her"? Lame.

[aqua-regia009]

The shadow, 2023 - oil on linen — Daniela Astone (Italian, b.1980)

https://www.daniela-astone.com/

[blushingamethyst]

Unpopular opinion,

Too many men are written as “dom daddy” types in fics.

Like be for real, that man would be honored to be your floor mat.

He’s not giving orders, he’s taking them.

Stop being afraid, put on your big boots, and step on that man.

[rottendaughters]

from the sadomasochism wikipedia

[krakenfemme]

you're a scientist who built a robot for the sole purpose of fucking you, to satisfy you the way no man can. you thought his inhuman stamina and vibrating cock would help you unwind, but hours after you activate him, you're clutching onto soaked bedsheets as he relentlessly pounds your dripping, overstimulated pussy. "this is what you wanted, right?" he taunts you. "this is what you programmed me for."