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angelbarelywrites · 1 month

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♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, The Boy, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content

♡notes; pretty much just kink lists babey

oh boy i hope this doesn’t reveal anything about me

also happy easter lol

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Micheal Myers

> Knifeplay and breathplay are a given with this one

> He likes to be in complete control

> And a hand around the throat or a blade ghosting the skin definitely help him achieve that

> He also loves both tying you up and being tied up, surprisingly

> Letting you ride him while he’s tied to the bed is just about the only way you’ll get the man to relinquish any of that control

> And even then he makes sure you know he’s still the boss- if you’re too much of a brat he’s slipping the restraints and fucking you so hard you walk funny after

> He loves marking you up, mostly through biting

> And he likes to keep the mask on- even if he’s at a point where he rarely wears it around you

> He’ll quietly degrade you if you’re into that- you have to earn praise though

> But if you praise him you may actually be able to fluster him for once

Thomas Hewitt

> Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink you can’t convince me otherwise

> He loves pinning you down into a mating press and watching your face as he fills you

> He’s so rough and overwhelming

> He likes to lick away your tears when it’s just too much

>And sometimes he’ll keep you pinned there well after, keeping himself inside.

> He’d let you call him daddy- and god does he get into it, but he’d be too shy to suggest anything like that himself

> He loves praise and he loves letting you know how good you feel

> Not usually verbally, but he’ll growl and moan and purr shamelessly

> He’s the king of oral, he’s like a man starved and you’ll end up overstimulated 9 out of 10 times

> And he loves when you reciprocate, especially if you don’t mind him fucking your mouth

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s a bit vanilla, not having much experience or knowledge beyond sex for procreation.

> Insert Drayton’s “sex or the saw” quote here lol

> But he’ll try anything for you at least once, he’s so eager to please.

> Most notably he makes a wonderful little submissive

> Whether you want him to bottom or just power bottom yourself, he loves being used to make you feel good

> He enjoys any and all praise

> He’s rather insecure, so he loves compliments on his appearance especially

> If you call him a pretty boy he melts

> 100 percent would love if you called yourself mommy/daddy/any other dom titles

> He loves when you sit on his face more than anything else

Vincent Sinclair

> The softest dom. He wants to take care of you around the clock, but especially in bed

> He’s a service top- it’s all for you. So much more concerned with you getting off than even being touched.

> He’s into wax play (Because it’s funny but also bc it’s underrated)

> And he likes to restrain you so he can worship you completely uninterrupted

> He’s not afraid of using toys, especially when you’re all tied up and at his mercy

> He loves taking pictures of you as well

> At first he claims it’s for reference but you know better, baby has a documentation kink

> He loves just watching too

> Trying to keep control while you touch yourself and moan his name is his favorite pastime

Brahms Heelshire

> Huge brat in need of taming

> Only a switch in the technical sense- he’ll top if you beg/bribe/pester him enough. He’s just lazy tbh

> Love love loves being both degraded and praised

> “filthy little boy” “pretty little slut” etc

> Prefers calling you mommy/daddy but can work with master

> And he’ll be your puppy if you want him to be

> He wears a cute collar and leash and lets you yank on it while you make him fuck you

> He loves when you edge him too

> Until he’s nearly in tears and whining and begging you to let him cum

> If you have boobs he’s obsessed with them

> And even if you don’t he’ll give the area lots of attention

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bloodofgrapes · 1 year

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So this is a comic I’ve wanted to do for a long time because it hits fairly close to home for me, but especially because I think this is foundational to Phoenix and Edgeworth’s relationship: trust. Throughout the games we see that they push and pull one another to get to the bottom of a situation, to discover the truth and do what’s right, even when it’s difficult. While obviously not canon, to me their relationship is so emblematic of kink it’s nearly unavoidable in my depictions of them--Edgeworth may always seem to be the ultimate string pulling master with a thousand tricks up his sleeve, but none of this could happen if he did not totally relinquish control via his unwavering trust in Phoenix.

#art #Phoenix Wright #Miles Edgeworth #Ace Attorney #cw kink #nsft #I debated for a long time whether I would post this comic or not #but honestly I'm tired of feeling like depictions of gay intimacy are bad or will make people uncomfy #and yes for some people that intimacy involves making the informed and consenting decision #to exchange trust this intimately with another human being #on an unrelated note #I've always thought the way AA handled Edgeworth's phobia of earthquakes was really well done #speaking as someone with a capital P phobia #AA was remarkably ahead of its time #grapes comics

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cuubism · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tenderness, Established Relationship, Light Dom/sub, Hob Gadling Loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Cock Warming, Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, Caretaking, Porn with Feelings, Intimacy, Nonverbal Communication, coping with overwhelm, Safe Sane and Consensual Summary:

Sometimes Dream needs a certain form of submission and caretaking to ground himself. And Hob always gives it to him.

Some soft kink for you on this Tuesday evening.

"Hello, darling," Hob says, voice soft, as Dream steps between worlds and into the familiar realm of his flat. It's dark, only one lamp on, and Hob's ensconced on the couch under a blanket, tv flickering in the corner of the room, audio a buzz of unintelligible voices. The simplicity of the scene instantly calms something that had been battering behind Dream's eyes.

Without a word--he can't speak right now, too overdrawn, too wrung thin and expended--Dream slips over to him, steps silent. He lets his clothes vanish one by one into dreams, pulls soft pajamas from the daydream Hob's mind conjures as he gazes at him and reclothes himself more comfortably. Hob lifts the blanket to make room for him, a familiar motion, and Dream fits himself between his legs where they're laid out along the couch, lays his head on Hob's belly and closes his eyes.

"That kind of day?" says Hob. He scratches at Dream's scalp, pets his hair, as he lays the blanket back over them.

Dream doesn't respond. His silence is an answer. He feels too fuzzy inside to find words, in any case. Instead, he nudges up Hob's thin tshirt and presses his mouth to his skin. Hob tastes of clean sweat and water residue, he must have recently showered in preparation for bed. Dream knows the specific taste of Hob's sweat and of the water in his flat, too, and the expected and known are comforting right now.

"Sweetness," says Hob, "if you want something, I need to know what."

Just for Hob, Dream dredges up words from the sticky tar of his being. He is a being of stories, but that does not always mean he is a being of words. Sometimes, he is of feelings, images, impressions, memories. And so, it takes effort. "Need it... be said? You know... what I want."

"I just want to know you can say it if you have to."

Dream taps a pattern on Hob's hip with his fingertips. It is symbol language drawn from glyphs in a long dead tongue, only used now by them. Suitable for long conversations, no, but Hob can understand him, and it is better than trying to communicate through daydreams, where Hob might not always know what he means. Yes no maybe, he taps, as evidence, and then, I love you.

"I love you, too, my darling," Hob says quietly. It puts him on the edge of distress to see Dream like this, Dream knows. Hob thinks he pushes himself too far. It is becoming increasingly common, too. But that is for another time. "Go on, then. My heart."

Dream pushes the waistband of Hob's sleep shorts down, takes out his soft cock, and lays it on his tongue. Closes his lips around it. Hob lets out a quiet "fuck" above him, but doesn't touch him, doesn't move him. Dream settles down, face pressed to Hob's groin, body pressed small between his legs. He breathes shallowly through his nose. Hob fills him. The weight of him in Dream's mouth settles the shivering, fluttering thing that's been dancing through him in distracting patterns for so long. Hob settles him, and especially this: being for Hob, a being made only to pleasure and sheathe him, the endless fractals of his purpose condensed into this crystalline moment.

He does not have to be as complex as the universe here, or as knowing. He can close his eyes. Focus on being surrounded by Hob's body. Relax each muscle in his form by increments, let his jaw stretch, his neck crane, ease himself into the shape that best suits Hob's pleasure. He cannot fail here. All he need do is keep Hob warm for a time.

He settles in that stillness, peace finding him for the first time in days. Meanwhile Hob's fingers drag through his hair, and he talks to him quietly, the tv still buzzing in the background. It's idle storytelling, Hob knows he won't get a response from Dream right now. But he talks to him anyway. Dream likes the way Hob's words feel against his consciousness.

Peace. Simplicity. Plenty of others in the world know of their relationship but no one knows of this. It is not that Dream is embarrassed by the concept so much that it is meant for him. And for Hob. Were any other eyes to intrude on this space, even in dreams, imagination conjured by the telling, he would no longer be able to let go in Hob's hands and he needs that freedom. Just for a few minutes.

He has kissed Hob in the library of the Dreaming, he has let Hob have him over his throne, many times he has wished to show Hob off, even in the waking, to say, look at how he wants me, to feel the daydreams that would spring up around him. Show off, Hob's murmured, grinning, exhibitionist, but Dream sees no sense in being ashamed of Hob's love when it is so loud and so radiant and everything he has ever wanted.

But the first time he had come to Hob itchy and scattered and not knowing how to fix it, and finally at Hob's bidding had abandoned their more elaborate games to follow his most base instinct, after he had found bliss through the simplicity of holding Hob in his mouth--Hob had looked at him terribly knowing, had stroked his thumbs over Dream's sore lips and jaw, pressed his mouth closed before he could speak. And Dream had known that Hob would not speak of it, no matter how uncaring they were of showing other angles of their relationship. Dream had not had to ask him to keep his secrets.

This is one of the many reasons Dream loves Hob.

He rests there, unmoving, for a time. His jaw aches from being held open, but he is at ease, sucking lightly on Hob's cock but not otherwise moving or making efforts to get him hard, sunk into himself in the quiet background noise of Hob's home and his voice above him.

Some time later--Dream is unsure how long, though he believes the television program ended and transitioned to a new one--Hob nudges his cheek. "Getting a bit much, darling," he says.

Indeed, he's growing hard in Dream's mouth, and on some days Dream would stay where he is and let Hob keep using him, let him grow hard inside him and fuck his throat without interlude, but he does not know if he can today. Instead he lifts his head and lets Hob slip from his mouth. Saliva trails from his lips to the head of Hob's growing prick. Dream looks up, dazed, at Hob. Direct me?

"How are you feeling?" Hob asks. His gaze on Dream is dark, hot, and Dream understands, for even if his primary goal in holding Hob like this was not sexual pleasure as such, it does always leave him shivery and wanting, pleasantly used. And he knows from Hob's dreams how it feels to see Dream between his legs, loose and used, mouth wet, eyes wide and needy. Strange, to be able to see one's own face through the eyes of another. Hob always looks on Dream as a treasure.

"Good," he murmurs. Hob's hand frames his cheek, and Dream leans into the touch.

"Do you want to leave it there?" Hob asks. "Or can I use your mouth?"

"Mmm." Still muzzy, Dream considers. He likes to be used by Hob. He wants Hob to keep looking at him with that tender heat. "Not too deep," he decides. To emphasize it, he rubs his cheek against Hob's cock, drags his lips over the head. Mmm. Yes. That feels nice.

Sometimes he does want Hob to fuck his throat, to use him, move him, make him choke on his cock though he is the shaper of form and need not face such physical obstacles. There is something so real in handing his lover that power, in being for him in a way that could be abused but is always brought to bear for Dream's pleasure. It realigns Dream's understanding of safety.

But now he merely wants Hob to direct him, that he will not have to think so much as he always does.

"Alright, my sweet." Hob slips a hand into his hair, grips this time, though not hard. Dream licks up the full length of his cock, wraps his lips around the head, and lets Hob bob his head by the grip in his hair. As promised, he does not go deep, merely slips in and out of the cave of Dream's mouth, the wet tightness of his lips. He groans, long and low. "Fuck, you're good."

Hob loves his mouth, this Dream knows. He had seen Hob's daydream of using it all the way back when they'd first met. Hob would have had his mouth if he could, then brought Dream to his pleasure on merciless fingers. A dream that's played out more than once by now. Dream likes having his mouth wanted.

Hob pulls him off now, though, perhaps sensing the soreness of his jaw. Dream holds his mouth open anyway, tongue flat, and Hob thrusts along it, pushing into the hollow of his cheek, catching on his lip, grinding along his face, too, leaving a smear of pre and saliva on his cheek. Dream ducks his head lower to roll Hob's balls in his mouth as Hob swears and pumps his cock furiously above him, the sound slick with Dream's spit.

Bliss, yes, is hearing Hob's pleasure, being for that, bliss is finding his way through this moment without having to tell a story first. Hob won't steer him wrong. He knows exactly how to take Dream gently in hand.

Hob raises his head again with a hand hooked under his jaw. Dream goes, blissfully for him. Mouth open. Hob thrusts into his hand, once, twice, three more times, then comes with a gasp, spurting come onto Dream's waiting tongue. Some reaches his mouth, one strand speckles his cheek. He licks his lips and finds them tacky.

Dream swallows. Swipes a finger over his cheek to catch the come there and then licks his finger clean. Takes Hob's soft cock in his mouth and sucks him clean, then releases him again. Yes, he will take all Hob has to give him.

Feeling pleasantly hazy, he looks up again and finds Hob looking at him like he's miraculous.

"Oh, my Dream," he murmurs, hands framing Dream's face, thumbs stroking over his cheeks, then down his throat. Dream swallows compulsively, feeling the press of Hob's thumbs on his skin. "Did that feel good, sweetling? Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes," Dream murmurs. He has not even come, but he feels he has pleasured himself regardless. It was a different kind of pleasure he wanted.

"Good," says Hob, so tender. "Good."

"You always give to me," Dream says. He is immeasurably grateful for Hob's understanding, his control. His love and secret-keeping. The precious hideaway of deep baring truth he has made for Dream in his life. "My Hob."

"Because I want you to be happy," Hob says.

Dream does not know if happiness, true happiness, is for him. But this moment of peace he can have. This moment of bliss, which is, perhaps, a form of happiness, a pure, ringing, bell-like manifestation of it that washes the chaos from his head with its high notes--this he can have.

For a time. For this time, when he tucks Hob back into his shorts and lays his head down on his belly, sinks into him as Hob pets his hair and murmurs soft words of praise to him. In this space, curtains drawn about them, protected by a most precious blanket of secrets and intimacy-- in this space, he can have what he needs from Hob's hands. Until he must go out into the night again.

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #my writing #nsft #cw kink

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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late night, diabolical thought because I can’t sleep 🤭 (NSFW) (please ignore this)

saw one of those cow bikini cosplays on amazon and now I’m imagining farmer!reiner getting so turned on by it….his dumb little baby over, putting you on all fours as he fucks her throat. Making the bell on your neck jiggle every time he moves your head. He’d put you across his lap and spank you until your tongue sticks, drooling all over yourself as he plays with the tail that’s actually a plug and teases you with it. Finally, he ends up fucking you so stupid, you can barely even make coherent words; breeding you at least three times—

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 4 months

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Good morning everyone. I haven't written smut since the last time I wrote smut so it's time for

✨ Goldenheart NSFW Kink Headcanons✨

For both versions. 🌶️Spicy🌶️ content beneath the cut (obviously)

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First we have the obvious: praise, competency, body worship, it's basically canon at this point.

I also think they'd be very into roleplay. It helps them to escape their situation and enjoy each other in New Ways for a bit. Before the events of the movie, they would roleplay that Bal was a Knight and Ambrosius was a commoner, or that one of them was a villain, or any from a myriad of stranger meet-cute roleplays (they are both switches). Post-canon I think they'd work in a hero/villain roleplay to process some of their issues.

Heavy possessiveness kink from Bal. He wants to be marked up, he wants to be owned, he wants to remember constantly that he belongs with his man who makes him feel so loved and safe. Ambrosius is naturally a pretty respectful guy but upon receiving permission to be stupid possessive it comes easily to him (he wants nobody else to touch his man ever at all and he wants EVERYONE to know Ballister is his)

I think these two would also be into experimenting with some light BDSM stuff, like light bondage, teasing, edging, etc. They already explore power imbalance stuff in their roleplays so I think this just adds to it. While they are both switches Ambrosius Doms more often, especially post-canon because surrendering himself to Ambrosius really helps Bal build trust. Bal can certainly go freak-mode though, Ambrosius really likes getting his hips bruised from being gripped so hard by a metal hand while he's being railed. The hand-shaped purple mark on his skin is a sexy reminder of their activities.

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Kinky kinky kinky motherfuckers these ones. As we know. Ballister always Doms, but he doesn't always top (it's rare for him to bottom, but he does ride on occasion, since Amb lacks lower body strength and mobility due to injury)

I think they'd be into a lot of BDSM practices. Nothing 24/7, just scenes, but I cannot imagine they wouldn't. Heavier bondage, chains, ropes, suspension, etc., it's fun for both of them when Ambrosius can't move beyond squirming. Degradation I can see being their biggest kink-- Ambrosius wants Ballister to be fucking mean to him. Call him pathetic, stupid, a slut, a fleshlight, a sex toy, fucking anything. Ambrosius doesn't know why but it gets him so riled up (it's because he felt pressured to be perfect his whole adult life and being broken down releases that pressure.) He wouldn't be into insults of his appearance though, bc he's insecure about it, and Ballister also could never call him ugly with a straight face even if he wanted because he is just way too smitten. In addition to that as far as BDSM goes I think they'd be into discipline/impact play. I can see spanking Ambrosius to be very cathartic for Ballister, and also very fun for Ambrosius.

Outside of typical BDSM shit I imagine that this Ballister also has a praise kink but is in Big Denial about it. He thinks that because he doesn't like being called a "good boy" he doesn't have one. He is not correct. Ambrosius has a praise kink too, on top of his degradation kink, but that's what comes out during vanilla sex.

Ballister is also a huge salirophiliac, he likes fucking Amb's appearance up, ripping the clothes off his body, messing up his hair, getting cum all over his face and body, he just wants to turn his prim and proper little dandy into an absolute fucking mess.

Lastly I think these two (particularly Amb) would be super into cockwarming, it's like cuddling x1000 intimacy and he loves having Bal inside of him. This ranges anywhere from incredibly intimate, quiet, soft cuddles where Ambrosius is in tears from how loved and safe he feels being filled and in those arms, to cheeky teasing exercises where one or both of them will try to get the other as desperate and whiny as possible until they cave and just have sex.

And both sets of gentlemen are of course incredibly good at aftercare and make each other feel safe, loved, and regulated after any kinky or intense sex 💛

#sorry for this #lol no im not #cw kink #not safe for minors #nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister blackheart #nimona graphic novel #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius #nimona 2023

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sleepydolliez · 20 days

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I feel really pretty

#selfie #my picture #my pics #cw nsft #cnc cw #tw cnc blog #tw hard kinks #tw nsft #cw cnc blog #cw kink

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rotteneldritchhorror · 6 months

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One thing I will never forget about unus annus is during the Definitely not shibari video of Ethan tying Mark “the bear” up they briefly pan to the site that they’re using and I IMMEDIATELY recognised it as a site I browsed through when I first hyperfixated on kink and found out about shibari and the proper ropes to get and proper ties

#I don’t remember what the site was called? but they were a popular seller or jute rope and had a bunch of tutorials #unus annus #markiplier #mark fischbach #ethan nestor #crankgameplays #unus anuus #mark and ethan #cw suggestive #cw kink #tw kink #only mentioned #and not really in the context of kink explicitly? but ya know #🪲

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neongreenllama · 8 months

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Prompt: Conquest

@wolfstarmicrofic - 895 words

Genderqueer, slutty Sirius?

cw explicit talk of kinky sex

“I told him to go harder, I swear to God he went softer. I was just like are you gonna be done soon? Like I was dreaming of going back to studying.”

Chairs screeching and plates clattering, a loud group of students sat down at the table Remus had previously eaten alone at. He’d been hoping to get some peace to go over his notes before the next lecture, but at this time of day the cafeteria was always crowded.

“And he kept calling himself Daddy,�� one of them kept talking, animatedly and probably louder than would be necessary to be heard over the general bustling. ”Like, Daddy is gonna give it to you, and, tell me how bad you want Daddy’s cock, and I was just like ugh stop.” They rolled their eyes in a way that clearly spoke of disdain.

Remus pretended to be focused on his notes and his food, but he was glancing up out of the corner of his eyes to look at the person who was apparently talking about their latest conquest. They were very pretty. Long black hair, a lot of piercings, and tattoos. Just from the way they dressed, which included a skirt, a mesh shirt, and a bright green oversized blazer, it was impossible to make out what gender they identified as.

“His cock wasn’t even that good. Below average for sure. Like he said to tell him how big his cock is and of course I was like, sooo big, I don’t know if I can take it, but –“ They gave a pointed Look and held their thumb and index in a way that left a very small gap.

“Your standards are just too high,” someone else, a girl with a huge afro, chipped in. “You’re always complaining.”

“What do you even want with cock, pussy is so much better,” a girl with a shaggy bleached mullet added, grinning at a girl with the prettiest, longest braids Remus has ever seen.

The other girl grinned back, and they shared a French fry in the most PDA fashion possible. Remus felt out of place witnessing it and quickly looked back at his notes.

“I haven’t even got to the worst part yet,” the person continued as if the couple wasn’t breaking the university’s campus rules. “He wanted me to piss on him. He said ‘Yeah you little bitch, you wanna piss on Daddy?’” they imitated a deep, rough voice. “I was like no. No I don’t. Like whatever I guess, do what you want, I don’t care what you’re into, but I don’t even know you and I’m not into that. Like do that with your girlfriend but leave me out of this.”

They stole a handful of the couple’s French fries and shoved them in their mouth, earning them loud complaints. Again they completely ignored the couple and simply shook their head at the audacity of their one night stand.

“And he was like call me, and I was just like yeah, yeah, whatever. I deleted that number so quickly,” they added with a laugh.

They must have felt Remus looking because their eyes met for a brief moment before Remus quickly looked away, desperate to pretend he hadn’t been staring or listening. These people were cool and they knew it, which made them arrogant, the black haired one most of all. And cool, arrogant people were the sort to pick on the quiet loser people Remus was a part of.

A red-haired girl huffed. “Have you ever thought about being nicer?”

“Mhh.” They made a show of thinking about it. “No.”

They grinned sweetly at her. Remus wanted to roll his eyes.

“But if –“ she tried to argue, but a man with his arm around her shoulder interrupted her.

“You can’t stop Sirius from doing anything, babe. It’s useless to try.”

Remus almost scoffed.

“Exactly, Prongsie gets it.”

They high-fived each other and one of the girls changed the subject to upcoming lectures. Sirius’ eyes caught Remus’ once more before he returned his plate and left for the bathroom.

He was washing his hands when Sirius came in.

“A piss kink, really?” he asked drily, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice.

A huge, shit-eating grin grew on Sirius’ face as they shrugged. “I have to keep up an appearance.”

“But do you have to be so …” obnoxious about it, he wanted to say, but refrained from it because the answer was clearly yes.

“What? You’re telling me you don’t like to be called Daddy?” They blinked innocently, nearly pouting.

He huffed. “I don’t.”

They leaned in over his shoulder.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” they whispered close to his ear and Remus would keep pretending for the rest of his life that never affected him. After a few seconds and in a normal voice Sirius added, “We could also just tell them.”

Remus let out a sigh. “Not yet. I just … need a bit more time,” he said and felt bad about it because he knew how much Sirius’ friends meant to them. He just wasn’t ready yet.

“Whatever you say, baby, but I’m telling you they’ll love you. More than me probably. If anything, I should be the one worried that they’ll replace me with you.”

He looked up at the mirror to take in the sight of Sirius and himself next to each other.

“Soon,” he promised.

#wolfstarmicrofic #conquest #cw sex talk #cw kink #genderqueer sirius #genderfluid sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar fic #wolfstar #remus x sirius #marauders #marauders girls #with a side of dorlene and jily #i'm never gonna be able to post these on the day im sorry

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mosaickiwi · 6 months

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Everything and Anything

I got too goofy about this kink ask with aftercare. [REDACTED] is ~so~ poggers for basic human decency (I am completely serious). An eventful evening leads into soft and silly aftercare. 1k-ish words, GN reader.

cw// sexual content in nature (nothing explicit), non-specific kinks implied and mentioned, degradation and impact play/spanking specifically mentioned, allusions to neglectful aftercare

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

You had some vague idea of how things would go. By now, you knew your dark-haired boyfriend never held back in his dedication to your comfort—but you hadn’t expected this. Who knew your casual comments about a few kinks would lead to treatment better than royalty?

Endless conversations of boundaries and what was to come had slotted into the previous week during your nightly pillow talks. Each more thorough than the last, as [REDACTED] always came prepared with research and more questions. They'd even brought a strangely long list of potential degrading pet names for you to decide on—some in languages you didn't speak. Eventually, he was satisfied to put an end to what you were sure being interrogated felt like. That is, if the interrogator saw fit to cuddle and kiss the criminal into a confession.

So the fateful night came, and all had gone well. You had the sore muscles and countless bite marks to prove it. It was what came after that made you feel akin to something worthy of heavenly worship.

Once you were both dried off from a much needed—and breathtakingly intimate—bath, [REDACTED] began taking inventory of you. Gentle fingers glided over your naked form as he stood behind you, lingering at every mole, mark, and reddened imprint of teeth. He noticed all the small reactions of your body at certain placements of his careful touch, gaze focused on your visage in the mirror while you brushed your teeth. They couldn’t help but bestow a feather light kiss to each spot you barely tensed at to serve as silent apologies.

"Ren," you said once you'd spit your mouthful of toothpaste into the sink. "I told you I'm fine."

Blue eyes pointedly met yours in his reflection. "Really? Y'so sure after that punishment you wanted?" Their hand moved from your hip to lightly pat your bare ass, taking note of the whining gasp you let out. "'Wonder how you're gonna do that little front desk job tomorrow."

"It probably won't hurt by then," you insisted with a rather unsure shrug. As you set your toothbrush next to his untouched one, you looked back at him. "Not gonna brush your teeth?"

"Not quite yet. 'M relishing in the taste of you, Angel." They sensually licked their lips for dramatic effect.

Your nose wrinkled. "I love you, but that's so gross." Still, you raised up on your toes to kiss him, nasty as he was.

Dressed in your favorites among their clothes, you were splayed out on your stomach over the bed sheets—in hopes to save your admittedly sore ass come morning. You stared up at your overly doting hacker, who'd resigned himself to playing with your hair in silence. Your mind only wandered at his caress.

You couldn't imagine how you'd gotten so lucky to be their first and only.

Hours had passed since that intense encounter, and he hadn't left your side except to get things you meekly asked for—it was impossible to ask too much, he'd reminded you. A blanket to warm up, a hot drink to soothe your tired throat, a gentle massage to relax you, and even gentler words of reassuring praise as you'd bathed together in steamy water and afterglow. Their soft, loving touch to bring you to quiet bliss once again in their embrace as you soaked in the bath stayed settled in your mind. It almost completely overshadowed the rough treatment they had you pleading on the verge of tears about earlier.

His actions were above and beyond the bare minimum that others were elated to get. There were myriads of horror stories about terrible partners that completely withdrew after sex, and even more so when performing certain emotionally and physically vulnerable activities on their supposed loved one. You knew he’d never treat you in such a hurtful way. Despite that security, just the thought of it burdened you in the days leading up. To be left to your own devices after the things he whispered in your ear and did to your body—no matter how desperately you welcomed it all—would devastate you.

"You know you mean the world t'me," he suddenly said, an uneasy frown on his face that brought you back to his focus.

Those words again. Words you'd heard plenty in your relationship, usually accompanied by an embarrassed shrug to explain away some bizarre habit of theirs you'd discovered, or a passionate kiss to soothe both you and themselves. You'd lost count of how much your lover repeated the sentiment tonight. He still must've been worried that you needed soothing in spite of his endless affections.

You hadn't realized you were holding onto a frown of your own. "I know," you spoke his name with resounding devotion and a soft smile, "You mean the universe to me."

Familiar pink blossomed in surprise on his cheeks, but he quickly caught on to your game. "Y'mean everything to me, Angel. ‘Love you more than anything."

"You mean—" His thumb pressed over your lips to silence you. It was completely stunning. They'd hardly ever stopped you from speaking before, even if it was to scold them.

"Whatever you're trying t'one up me with is already included in everything. So you’re not beating me here," he explained, smug as could be while he loomed ever closer. Ticklish kisses came littered along your cheeks and anywhere else he managed to reach, further encouraged by your laughs of protest.

You successfully wriggled out from their grasp after a few torturous moments. You felt flushed, clothes in disarray from their calculated attack. As you tugged up the sheets to hide under, you teasingly tossed a pillow at him. "Go get me some water, asshole."

He was happy to let the pillow hit him square in the face for your satisfaction. "Anything for you, my love."

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy redacted #mentions of:#cw kink #cw degradation #cw impact play #momo writing #pls lmk other cw tags you feel necessary #fucked up my sleep to write this cause this rat won't leave my brain #and i keep writing them so SILLY #it gives me the goo to make them a lil clown i'm so sorry #haha what if i wrote the smut that goes with it /hj #unless? 😳

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♡ scenarios | dating billy

♡ fandoms; The Boys

♡ characters; Billy Butcher

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; explicit sexual content

♡ notes; he’s the bane of my existence + love of my life tbh

reader isss implied to be working with Billy and in my mind a supe but i made it ambiguous since i didn’t write a meeting section :v but i love the idea of Billy falling for a supe so much

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I. Kisses/ PDA

> he doesn’t like PDA…or at least that’s what he claims

> Frenchie and Marv give him shit- and Hughie is so supportive it makes him angrier than the others giving him shit

> but tbh they’re all happy to see him happy, and he knows that somewhere under that thick skull off his

> so when you give him a kiss or hold his hand or hug him in the base he grumbles, but he never pushes you away or actually complains

> and sometimes he’ll haphazardly pull you against him without saying a word, cheeks a bit pink as he mumbles something into your hair

> usually a ‘good job’ if it fits the occasion, otherwise a comment about how his coworkers are idiots

> now undercover, it’s a different story

> everyone is a potential threat then- and even worse, everyone is potentially going to bother you

> if he even gets a whiff of someone looking you over he’s got an arm around your waist and a hand not so subtly on his holster

> if you want to get any actual surveillance done you have to shoo him away so he doesn’t scare anyone off

> and even then he’s checking in way more often than he needs to

> it’s hard to get mad at, because it’s sweet in his stubborn, assholeish way

> and if you don’t care about surveillance it’s easy to get him riled by playing into it

> and then he’ll kiss you hard right in front of whatever chucklefuck was eying you

> “hope he’s enjoying the bleedin’ view”

> he’s a big cuddler when you’re alone- another thing he’d never admit

> but he loves when you snuggle up with your head on his chest, listening to his heart and nearly dozing while he goes through files

> or when you’re exhausted on the van ride home and make sure no one is paying attention as you hold with his hand in the front seat, rubbing his probably bloodied knuckles and pressing soft kisses them

> he likes your little late night rendezvous the best, though

> you’re both bad at sleeping, so most nights in the base he’ll find you in the kitchen near midnight brewing chai

> you’ll be sitting on the counter in one of his shirts and smile brightly despite the bags under your eyes

> and then when he comes over and puts a hand on either side of you, you trap him in your legs

> the kisses are sometimes heated, sometimes chaste

> but either way you enjoy the tea, and spend the rest of the restless night together

II. Sharing a bed

> when you’re all living in hiding, space is tight under the pawnshop

> you’ve both got shitty little twin beds, and he’s always complaining about space

> but the nights are getting cold and the heater barely works, so you hatch your evil scheme

> evil scheme might get giving it too much credit. like way too much

> all you plan on is asking to snuggle and never leaving his bed

> but he’s taking forever to get whatever he’s doing done, and you’re tired

> no biggie, you’ll just crawl in and wait for him so you can ask

> the next thing you know it’s two a.m. and he’s nudging you

> “oi. who said you could be in here?”

> you whine and give him the biggest pout, eyes all hazy from sleep

> and not wearing all that much either

> he sighs but you can hear the smile in his voice “c’mon then love.”

> before you can scooch over he’s pulling you on top of him completely, making you feel tiny on his broad chest

> he tried not to seem too delighted when you’re there again the next night

III. Let’s get kinky

> listen. i swear i don’t think every character has a daddy kink. just all the ones i’m super attached to

> but he canonically referred to himself as daddy and that’s not leaving my brain anytime soon. so.

> he refers to you as so many sweet nicknames- and he likes to pair them with a healthy mix of degradation and praise

> “you’re a filthy fuckin’ whore aren’t yah sweetheart?”

> his default is rough. he’s a frustrated man, and he’s been pent up for a while now

> but you can take it. probably.

> he likes choking. and spanking, he loves when you’re a brat and he can bend you over his knee

> mostly because then he can finger fuck you right then and there when he’s done and make you a complete mess

> if you wear makeup he thinks it’s twice as nice with your lipstick smudged and mascara running down your cheeks

> and you look prettiest to him on your knees, already a bit teary and sucking on his fingers until you’ve earned the real thing

> he wants to breed you so bad it makes him look stupid. (tbh not literally, even if it is possible, but god the dirty talk is so good that it doesn’t matter)

> his favorite position is reverse cowgirl- he loves seeing you whine and slowly ease yourself onto him

> and to me- he’s an ass man lmao, he loves watching it as you bounce on his cock

#reader insert #gn reader #gender neutral reader #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher #william butcher #the boys #cw sex #cw kink

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