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Hell to Pay (Part 1)

In which you call upon a demonic being who seems happy to do your bidding in exchange for a little companionship…

General Tags: +18 (Minors DNI), EXTREMELY DUBIOUS CONSENT, DARK CONTENT, Hawks x Reader, Takami Keigo x Reader, Female Reader, Fallen Angel!Hawks, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Mild to Moderate Angst, Mentions of Heavy Drinking, Reader Has Poor Self Esteem, Reader is a People Pleaser, Reader has an Ex-Boyfriend (but he’s kinda shitty), Hawks is a lil mean    

Part 1 Tags: Mentions of Death, Mild Blood, Implications of Emotional Manipulation 

Part 2 Tags: Sex as Payment, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Biting

Part II 

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AN: uuh so that halloween fic….it’s ok if its 24 days late right???? 😂

PLEASE READ BEFORE DIVING INTO THE FIC!!

Many elements in this fic are taken from Dante’s Inferno and Paradise Lost, so please just bear that in mind before delving in!

There is also VERY DUBIOUS CONSENT – reader does agree in the end, but it’s not without some hesitation, so please do not read this if that makes you uncomfortable! In addition to the above tags, if descriptions of emotional manipulation, self-deprecation, sickness and severe headaches make you uncomfortable, then this fic will not be fun for you!    

I left the reader’s intentions for the summoning ambiguous because I thought that would be easier/more inclusive if that makes sense???

HUGE THANK YOU to @keilemlucent for beta reading! 💕💕💕  

Hell to Pay (Part 1)

Thirteen candles, three tubs of salt, ten tubes of paint and a clumsy hand wound.

What has your life come to? You’re probably not even doing this right. There must be some more in-depth method to a summoning, because this all seems too textbook.

Thirteen candles; twelve placed in a circle at each point of a clock so the demon can find the way out of Hell, and the thirteenth in your hand so the demon can find you.

A ring of salt around the twelve candles to keep it trapped. Hopefully a breeze doesn’t disrupt the circle mid-ritual…

Ten tubes of red paint to draw the pentagram, each symbol and image copied straight from the book you’d ordered.

And a hand wound to get the blood needed to entice the demon to come out. You would smack yourself across the face if it didn’t hurt so much. Because the concept of summoning a demon is so incredibly ridiculous – and the fact that you’re sitting before a scene that looks like it’s come straight from some cheaply made horror flick – that you want to scream.

But it’s worth a shot, isn’t it? You’ve had a pretty bad week. Even if this doesn’t work, it’s nice to fantasise about summoning the worst Hell has to offer and setting them loose as a collective fuck you to the world.

Keep reading

18: Oral sex

TW: Blackout drunk

Clint wakes up to the smell of coffee. He blinks his eyes open in a dimly lit room. The ceiling looks different. At a second glance, everything looks different. And for some reason, he is lying with his head on the wrong end of the bed.

“Morning sleepyhead.” Bucky signs. At least Clint thinks so. He’s upside down. Or is Clint upside down? That would fit with the bed thing. 

Trying to figure that out hurts Clint’s brain, so he focuses instead on what is on the tray Bucky set on the bed next to him. Another wave of pain shooting through his head as he sits up makes the decision of whether or not Clint should take the ibuprofen easy, and the decision to down the coffee in a few quick swigs is easy too, even if it’s still steaming hot and burns his throat.

The more difficult decision comes with the hearing aids, but after a moment of weighing the pros and cons, he puts them in anyway. He’s too lazy to sign, even if sound makes the headache worse. That’s what the pain medications are for, right?

“You are only allowed iced coffee from now on.” Bucky decides. He sounds worried and shocked. Clint just shrugs as he looks around the room. His clothes are littered all over the floor, clashing uncomfortably with the otherwise very clean and empty room.

Wait.

If all his clothes are lying on the floor… He checks, just to be completely sure. And yes, he’s naked. In Bucky’s bed. “Did we…?" He stammers.

“Yes.”

“And I…”

"Yes. You practically begged to.”

Groaning Clint drops back on the mattress. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh no,” Bucky says, leaning over him again. “You don’t get to apologise for the possibly best blowjob I have ever had.”

“Possibly?” Clint sits up too quickly, but his hurt ego was is important than his hurting head.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised if your sober blowjobs are even better. You could barely see straight yesterday.”

“Wanna try?” Clint smirks, not expecting Bucly to actually take the offer.

But apparently he is wrong with that, as Bucky drops his sweats even before Clint has finished speaking.

But at the sight of his gorgeous super-soldier dick, he understands why the drunk version of him was so insistent.

@slashmultiverse

The History of Cock Sucking

Giving head has a long history. Whether it has been a taboo or not, the men have loved it, and there have always been ways to make receiving it possible.

The earliest recorded blowjob is documented in the Osiris myth around the 24th century BCE. In the myth Isis, Osiris’ sister and wife, finds her husband murdered and chopped into pieces by Set. Isis recollects his body parts and reassembles him. Unfortunately she is unable to find his penis. Thus she makes a penis from clay for him, places it into his crotch and resurrects him by “blowing the life into him” by sucking it.

In the ancient Rome, blowjobs were considered impure and dirty, and it was absolutely not acceptable that a Roman woman would perform a fellatio. It was believed that bad smelling breath was caused by oral sex, and thus anyone with a bad breath was frowned upon and not allowed to sit in the same table with the others while eating. However, regardless of it being a taboo, the Roman men loved blowjobs and deepthroat face fucking, which was called irrumatio in Latin. As it was impossible to perform this with the Roman women, they used slaves or went to a brothel (of which workers were usually slaves, of course).

A wealthy Roman man usually had several slaves, who had sexual obligations to their masters in addition to their their regular work duties. Irrumatio was also used as a punishment. If a slave girl owned by some other man caused trouble to some man, instead of killing or beating her (which of course would have resulted into monetary compensation to the master), she was irrumated – throat fucked – and returned to his master, who then probably gave her another punishment such as irrumating her again.

Nubian girls were favored as pleasure slaves by the Egyptians, the Romans and later by the Arabs, because of their exotic and mystical beauty. They were said to “seduce any man with their hazel-nut shaped eyes, flawless skin and luscious lips”, and that “a [Nubian] girl smearing man’s penis with oil and giving her mouth to it, makes a man naugh like a horny donkey, losing all his dignity”.

In the image: Nubian women were considered beautiful, exotic and erotic.

According to Roman and Greek text material, oral sex was practiced more freely in the city of Pompeii and on the island of Lesbos. In fact, the women of Lesbos had such a reputation in cock sucking (and also oral sex in general) that during the 3rd century BC some began to call fellatio lesbiari, which can translated “doing the Lesbos thing”. Some Romans believed, the eruption of Vesuvius and the destruction of Pompeii was a punishment of their unacceptable sex life, which included lots of cock sucking, anal sex and big sex orgies. Lately excavated frescos from Pompeii have a vivid depictions of these activities.

In the image: Pompeiian fresco.

In the Ancient Greece, cock sucking was referred as playing the flute, and it was not frowned upon similarly as it was in Rome. Greek men did not only practice it with the women, but also with other straight men, as well as their students if they happened to have them. There was a saying: “you make love with women, but have fun with men”. Normally these men were younger and hairless, and thus considered yet as “real men”.

The Indian elite men loved blowjobs, and they had numerous servant girls and eunuchs dressed as females in their harems just for that purpose. According to the Indians, the women of Saketa were natural born cock suckers, who didn’t hesitate to use their mouths to please men. The original Kama Sutra has an entire chapter of giving head. The blowjob was divided into eight parts, of which each must be performed as long as the man wants:

1) The blowjob begins from taking the cock into hand and moving the lips around his cock.

2) When given a permission, the next phase includes using lips and teeth to gently “press the sides” of the cock.

3) Next, the cock is taken into mouth and slided in and out with tense lips. This was called the “outside pressing”.

4) When asked to do so, the cock will now be taken deeper into the mouth, using lips to press the shaft along the way it goes in and out.

5) Next, the head of the cock is kissed passionately with lips and tongue

6) When asked, the cock is now licked wet from the shaft to the top.

7) Now, the head of the cock is taken into mouth and tongue and lips are used to intensively suck it.

8) When the master has enjoyed enough and wants to cum, he asks the sucker to swallow his cock completely. This of course means, that the cock was deepthroated until the master ejaculated into the mouth of the sucker.

In the image: An example from Kama Sutra.

Some odd, yet contradicting, beliefs were alive in the ancient China,  Early-Modern Europe and among some indigenous tribes of Papua. In China, blowjobs were accepted and not considered as a taboo, but ejaculating into someone’s mouth was strictly forbidden, as it was believed to weaken the man “through giving away is life-force”. This similar belief was alive in Europe, where ejaculation was strictly forbidden unless it was meant to impregnate your wife. However, in Papua, it was believed (and still is among some tribes), that the fertility is only acquired by ingesting semen. The more you swallow it, the more children you will have in the future.

~D~

Remember that bruise I gave myself on the inside of my arm?! Had to bite myself so hard not to scream from the amazing dick you were giving me! 😈🖤

Fuck her so good she ends up biting herself.

Every woman deserves a good licking!! Repost if you agree

Of all the ads and sites for hooking up, has there ever been a guy offering to do oral on a woman? Doesn't have to be full sex, just the girl getting eaten out until she's tired. It wouldn't be s&m. Do male escorts do that kind of thing? You always hear about blowjob offers, but never the other way around. Wonder if that's a worthwhile idea...

*Moans.*

Describing an orgasm...

Sometimes it’s hard to describe things.  It’s hard to pinpoint an exact moment.  It’s difficult to articulate your myriad of emotions.  It’s impossible to tell someone how it feels to die a little.  Whenever my husband asks me to describe my orgasm (he asks me every few months or so), I hit this dilemma.  I don’t know what to say, other than that it feels good.

Hopefully by writing it down, I can better comprehend what my orgasm feels like.  Here are the intimate details, enjoy:

Usually for me to orgasm, my husband performs oral sex on me.  He likes to call it, “licking.”  Sometimes one of us will turn to the other and say, “wanna lick?”

Before he starts licking, he likes to put mints in his mouth (Shout out to Starbucks mints), usually about 8, or more, and to the point where the coldness and mint flavor/smell permeates the room. I open my legs to him, and he likes to blow on my clit, and I squirm and giggle/groan a little because the minty freshness makes my clit cold, and I become wet waiting in anticipation.

Side Note: Sometimes he’ll rattle the case of mints, and I become wet like Pavlov’s dog drooling when he hears the sound of a bell waiting for a treat.  It’s especially embarrassing when he does it in public, and I have to cross my legs.  Mostly he does it by accident, but still, I’ve been conditioned, so to speak.

I lie back as he starts licking with his minty fresh breath.  Depending on how hydrated I am, is determined on how fast I orgasm.  If I’m well hydrated, I can come in about 20+ minutes, if not, it takes about 35-40 minutes, but my husband won’t stop until I come.

I start feeling shortness of breath about 5 minutes in. In the 20-40 minute span of him licking me, I have multiple mini orgasms, but that’s not what we’re here for.  We’re here for the grand finale of orgasms. Sometimes before I have a mini orgasm, he’ll stop licking and say, “Nope, not yet,” and I groan, and push his head back down as he chuckles.

As my body reaches towards the finale, I’m pretty much exhausted. I’m all sweaty, and my toes ache. But I know, and he knows, that we’re not done yet. 5 minutes before the finale, things happen to my body.

My body begins to feel like fire. It begins to hurt, it begins to shake, it begins to beg for a certain release. My back begins to arch, aching. My fingers begin to grasp the side of the bed, trying to hold on to something solid, but they usually ending up cupping a breast, and one wrapped around my neck, feeling the strain of it. My knees begin to cramp from the position its in.  My clit becomes so sensitive, I want him to stop licking, and keep licking forever. 

When I feel my clit become more sensitive, I’ll whisper out, “softer,” and he’ll gently poke at my clit, and when I say, “more, harder,” he’ll lick faster and rub his stubbly chin into my clit, and here is where it all changes.

My eyes will open, and all I can see is a kaleidoscope of color, I see fire, I see heaven and hell, I see my past and future. I stop breathing. I feel my stomach tighten up, and back straighten out, and my head fall back, and my fists balled up. And right when I feel like I’m about to die, I feel this different kind of heat in my clit, and I feel a pressure, a pressure like I have to pee, and I know, that this is it, the feeling of having to urinate is the big indicator for me that my orgasm will be a big one.

I start to convulse, I make a noise that both embarrasses me and excites me, a noise that I could never replicate in a normal setting, I grab at my chest, I grab his head, both pulling away and pushing him closer, and I weep.  I weep for the feeling that this euphoric feeling of death and life could be taken from me at any moment.  In about 2 minutes, my orgasm is over, and as I push him away, weakly saying, “please stop,” over an over, he’ll finally get up, and go to the bathroom to clean his face. While he’s in the bathroom, I’ll say over and over, “I’m dying, I’m dying, oh my God, I’m dying,” as I get orgasm aftershocks that wrack my body, as I lay in a fetal position, trying to catch my breath between each orgasm.

My husband will climb into bed, cuddle me and say, “you’re ok, you’re here, you’re fine,” as I come down from whatever cliff I was balancing on.

Then we’ll lay there for a while, chatting, caressing each other, and we’ll kiss, and then he’ll ask me, “are you ready, are you ok?” And I’ll say I’m fine, and we’ll begin to make love.

If you’ve made it this far, I hope you enjoyed the anatomy of my orgasm. I hope I haven’t bored you. Now, go forth and have many orgasms.  Maybe if you want, describe your orgasms in the comment section below. Lets compare notes.