#paragraph kinks

Warnings: Cockwarming & language.

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

... 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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.