#paragraph kinks

[wroteclassicaly]

cockwarming with xavier please?💛

Warnings: Cockwarming & language.

“How long do I have to sit here, baby? I can’t—“

Your words break apart as you feel the cool metal of his watch slide across your skin, doubling the sensations from his hands on your waist. Xavier has you held in place, his cock nestled deep inside your overly sensitive cunt. When his hands do move, he lets his fingers lightly circle your clit, just enough for you to feel that prickling ache. The instinct to arch and fuck yourself across his thick cock is one that requires more self-control than you feel you’ve ever been able to posess, especially when it comes to this man. You’re a goner.

[dyns33]

Paragraph Kinks Challenge : Harder

... I think I made a Paragraph Kinks/Fluff/Angst, all in one. With only 5 sentences, I’m *proud* ! I hope I did it right (I’m sure that I didn’t) and that you will like it. 

I know, even if I'm a little ashamed by that, that I have a choking kink (even if I've never experienced it with anyone). I also have some negative... trends and because of that, this kink can be a bit dangerous for me. But, maybe, if I find someone like Michael, who has also been through difficult things, it'll be better !

Thanks again for this wonderful idea @wroteclassicaly !! It was an interesting exercice, not only for my writing. 

Maybe it was because she wanted to show him that she had total trust in him, because the feeling of that hand tightening more and more on her neck made her feel things that no other stimulation was producing, or only because she always had, despite all her efforts, the urge to die trotting in her head, but she adored when Michael was strangling her, as he sank into her.

           It was ironic in a sense, that two opposite actions meet in one, and that while they could at any time conceive a child, he could also twist her neck : life and death, two very powerful aphrodisiacs, for someone who had repressed suicidal tendencies, and yet a mad desire to know happiness.

           Most of the time, she managed to hide all this from Michael, who wanted only to fill her desire and who lent himself to the game with application, but also with apprehension, because he did not want to hurt her, but sometimes a force was taking possession of her, and tonight it was not enough, but even if she tried desperately to make him tighten his hand a little more, the pressure remained the same, strong enough to stimulate her, relaxed enough not to not kill her.

           "Squeeze me harder," she begged, and saying that, she realized that her life and death impulses were frantically fighting, and that while she wanted him to obey, she also wanted him to realized that something was wrong, and that this request meant something else, just the opposite.

           Michael stared at her tearful eyes, and he granted her request : he let go of her neck to take her in his arms, hugging her tightly against him, so that their two bodies would become one, that their two hearts beat in unison, and that all their loneliness and sorrow were finally filled by the love he had for each other.  

[wroteclassicaly]

Being f&r michael's little submissive😋

Warnings: Humiliation, language, spanking, hair pulling, and vaginal sex.

Hmmmmm.... I wonder who sent me this one? 🤔 Hehe. Also, I should call some of these “over a paragraph kink/kinks”. Lmao.

He’d just stated his mission to end all creation, yourself included. So why did you attend to his every little need and attach yourself to his designer ensemble clad hips?

“Did I tell you that you could look away from me, you worthless little slut?”

Oh. That’s why.

You still don’t obey yet, eyes drifting to the big cock easily moving in and out of your embarrassingly wet pussy. The noise and the mess is enough to have you crying in shame. Michael knows and it’s a matter of time by the way he’s smirking, that he’ll mention this with a sneer on that perfect mouth of his. Michael tugs the back of your hair and bares your neck to him; decorated in his markings and bruises already, so what’s a few more?

“This is pathetic. I should snap your neck and bring you back. But you’d still do what I want and we’d have to tell everyone who my most devoted follower is, wouldn’t we?”

You’re sure he can feel the blush from beneath your skin, the way your pulse jumps when he says things like that. He grips your ass and hoists you into a standing position, before he flips you onto your stomach and bends you over his newly acquired desk.

“Want me to fill all of your openings with cum and we can watch it spill back out of them together?” He leaves the stinging imprint of his hands on your ass a few more times.

You nod helplessly, too far gone to argue.

[wroteclassicaly]

Pegging hawthorne michael

Warnings: Pegging, hair pulling, smacking, and language!

Slightly over a paragraph again. I’m a sucker for some sub!Michael! ;)

Just coming into his powers, reigning in control was something Michael hadn’t mastered yet. That didn’t stop him from running his mouth and being cocky about things in the world, even towards you. You knew he was being a show off, but it didn’t snatch the irritation away. Maybe it was something he brought out in you about the way the warlocks were up his ass that day, how Mead was boasting to all her friends. Michael came towards you to say something else and you’d snapped.

“You wanna tell the warlocks how a woman is owning the cock of their little golden boy, bitch?” You tug so hard on his hair that you see his cock jump against his chest, leaving a slick patch on his stomach within its wake.

Michael is so fucking beautiful like this. Writhing beneath you, legs spread on either side of your waist, eyes caught between black and a golden hue, his curly blond hair matted to his face. He keeps licking those deliciously plump lips of his, nothing smart to say this time between the breathy pants of desire and Please, M’am. You backhand his reddening cheeks, watching him growl and ask for you to hit him harder, fuck your strap into his tight ass-harder. You happily oblige.

[wroteclassicaly]

Anyone up for a paragraph kink hour??

[wroteclassicaly]

Or as a second request.. Duncan and squirting -🍬🦇

Warnings: Language, squirting, and oral.

Also way more than a paragraph, lmao.

Telling him to stop because the ache was becoming more intense with every circle his tongue makes or every press of his long fingers, entwining your insides in a liquid fire of aching inferno—is not a viable option for you. Duncan looks up from between your spread thighs, his mouth wet, his beard soaked, beneath it carrying a smirk. His eyes are blown completely black, only a dim ring of that ocean blue remaining, his normally kept hair in poofy tufts.

“Fuck, I—“

“Need me to make you more wetter? Because I’m not sure that’s possible, baby.” He breaks in.

“You’re a dick—“ You try, breathless and struggling.

“Which you’ll get later, if you’re good girl for me.” He states after the cut off.

His free hand is guiding yours to grasp his wrist.

“Since I like to share.” He grins widely, cutting off your wonder of what he meant by that, with his fingers changing their angle and moving at a faster pace, his tongue making those languid licks to match.

It unravels and it’s such a warm pressure that you give a light scream, taking the scratching burn of his beard on your thighs in stride, arching off the bed and into that mouth of his, like an object in gravitational pull. You hear a little noise, like something spills out, then you collapse in a boneless heap, frowning when your hand is drenched. Duncan slithers up beside you, cocky and in awe, chin dripping, wrist and fingers covered in your slick. You know what he meant by sharing now.

[wroteclassicaly]

For the kink paragraph what about breath play or praise kink with Michael?

Warnings: (A double whammy, because I’m filthy like that!) Anal, language, cum eating, degradation, breath play, and praise kink.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know how you ended up here; in a curved arch on your knees and forearms, with your ass high in the air, cheeks spread apart by his big hands, as Michael Langdon’s thick cock repeatedly slams into your ass. What you didn’t expect was his unusually humiliating orders to clean his cum off the floor below. You’d barely gotten your hand off his dick when he pushed you off the chair and onto the ground, his expensive shoe pressing into the back of your head. Your mouth had opened on impact, tongue darting out to lick the tiny droplets of his cum from the dark hardwood. You’re so caught up in finishing the task, that you don’t notice his hand wrapping around your neck from behind; squeezing until you see stars, only to let go and leave your cunt clenching around nothing, needing.

[wroteclassicaly]

Winter anderson x reader with Winter being somewhat dom? i'm like 99% sure she wouldn't be a bottom so i need to test my theory..

Warnings: Strap-on, language, and oral.

This one is a little over a paragraph!

She always teased you, tempted you. And when her brother Kai had picked up on your want for her—he’d encouraged it. Calling it a divine difference. Whatever that meant? Now you spend your nights in whatever positions she deems fit to put you in, whether it be harsh and rough, or soft and playful.

She has you on your back tonight, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist, her colored nails digging crescent shaped marks all across your ankles. She’s frustrated with the meetings and with Kai, which you’re gladly available to be her toy. She has you on your knees not long after. It’s about her tonight, not you. You’re to serve and only service her.

Her eyes take on this deep glow, her normally kept hair in disarray, slicked across her glistening forehead. You watch her naked chest heave with each lick you take from her dripping cunt. She’s yours. You’re hers.