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ingravinoveritas · 15 days

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I'm not a hardcore MS/DT person, but I fear I must share the dream I had with you.

Both Michael and David were on the Graham Norton Show and Michael was telling a story. They were in the same outfits from the episode with Chris Hemsworth except Chris wasn't there. I remember WORD FOR WORD what Michael said..

"What I did was the human equivalent of knotting." KNOTTING..?? "David came into my house and because he was travelling, I always feel the need to take care of travellers and *stutters*, y'know, so I laid him down and gave him a cuddle. Then we watered my plants and I just sort of.. ah- remember taking care of David in a lot of different ways."

Cue laughing at the innuendo.

Then, David leans over to Michael and flat out licks behind his ear. Like as a joke at first, kind of going blelele, but then the last one was so *sexual,* like a clean stripe from his neck to his ear with his hand on Michael's neck. Mind you, this is ON TELEVISION.. I can't stop thinking about it.

Oh my sweet-and-sour Jesus on a toaster strudel...THANK YOU for telling me about this dream! Haha. I love it. This seems so perfect, too, given that tonight was the Olivier Awards and both Michael and David were in attendance (though oddly never seen together).

So for those who may not know what "knotting" is, the origin of the term actually refers to a biological process that occurs in canine reproduction. In the realm of fanfiction, however, "knotting" falls under the heading of what is known as the Omegaverse (which I admittedly do not know much about, but if I had to describe it, if fan fiction genres are The Avengers, then the Omegaverse is the Jeremy Renner of fanfic). In the Omegaverse, however, you have what are known as "Alphas" and "omegas," and knotting is one of the sexual acts that tends to take place between these characters. (This post here has a handy dandy full-on explanation, if you're looking for more information.)

But I am just dying at the thought of Michael a) Knowing what knotting is (because of course he does); and b) Making an innuendo on television about doing that to David (because of course he would). I also can't tell if the "we watered my plants" is a euphemism or a Good Omens/Crowley reference, but either one feels entirely within the realm of possibility for something Michael would say on a chat show (especially Graham Norton).

And then the last part?? My god, we should all be so lucky as to actually see that happen. And given that we had David leaning over and doing this to Michael last summer, I really can't rule out the possibility. They were leaning into each other so much on the Graham Norton appearance, too, so that makes it even easier to imagine:

(I also love that we've seen that David is one of the very few people Michael has let touch his neck, so there is no question he would trust him enough to let David do that on television...)

Oh, yes. This was certainly quite delicious (and hilarious), and I am so glad you shared it with me. Let's just keep our fingers crossed and hope for a forthcoming Michael/David appearance where at least some of this could maybe happen. Fingers crossed...

#spoon-holding-whore #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #kinky is as kinky does #when i tell you that i screamed #why does this seem so plausible though #i love my anons #and asks #and i physically need this to happen damn it #yes #they are perfect together your honor #ineffable lovers #dreams #discourse #gif by me

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gazinatmcgrath · 1 month

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People leaving comments saying Cultural Differences gave them a foot fetish making me wonder what other fetishes I can give people just by making them picture Katie McGrath indulging ....

Suggestions welcome. 😉

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #katie mcgrath #fanfic #i hope this DOES awaken something in me #kinky fic

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tangledinink · 9 months

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This is just a little detail but I love seeing Swannie's little wings puff up when he's happy/excited. Very cute ❤️❤️

HEHEHEHE THANKS <3

#IT MAKES ME HAPPY YOU NOTICED IT <3 #does his little proud poofs #his feathers get all puffy <3 #gets all excited and puffs up <3 #swanatello #asks #kinky-asexual #ITS HT ELITTLE THINGS IN LIFE YOU KNOW...

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iceman-soup · 4 months

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gn!reader x top!gaz

Soft, loving sex with Gaz - not after a difficult mission, not because someone said something that pissed either of you off; simply because you both wanted to.

It's not tearful or desperate or longing. It's calming and comforting, your bodies as physically close as possible. Warm skin on warm skin.

You're kissing him but it's delicate, tender; each touch of your lips together is passionate yet not messy, eyes flickered closed peacefully.

He's above you, and still you wouldn't feel overpowered even for a second. You're holding him up just as much as he's supporting his own weight, laying on top of you but not in a way to pin you down.

Your hands run along his body, memorising each new crevice and scar under your fingertips, your prints reciting the ones you already know. He caresses your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks, gentle and adoring.

Light conversation in whispers, telling each other you love them, quiet groans and hitched breath from both you and him as he fucks you slowly.

You curl up together afterwards, putting on a DVD and falling asleep to it, cuddled in a fluffy blanket, legs entwined and heads resting on each other's.

#my asexuality has three personalities #first is a kinky little fucker that i release in most of my fics #second is this fella here who want soft loving shit bc so does irl me #third is the one that connects with trauma and wants to get halfway through sex then stop and just get comfort instead #might let the third one roam around my fic writing at some point idk #(i will force it to appear in the form of simon riley)#kyle gaz garrick #cw smut #gaz x reader #gaz x gn!reader #x gn!reader #x bottom reader #bottom reader

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sciderman · 6 months

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#sci talks comics #petermj #you ever want to get out of socialising so bad that you web up your girlfriend and distract her with kinky web sex??#yeah i do it all the time.#this art is not mcfarlane it is ai. peter has six fingers in the first panel.#i hate the way mcfarlane draws mj i'm sorry. she looks like when they put too much make-up on a cadaver. i'm right.#her hair looks like a nightmare. i feel like it would make crunchy noises if i ran my fingers through it. like plastic tinsel.#it looks like it has the texture of tinsel.#peter uses more hair conditioner than mj does and that's fucked up.#“is that all you can think of??” perpetuhorny peter parker canon so real so true.

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bri-the-nautilus · 4 months

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One of my guilty pleasure scifi/science fantasy tropes has got to be the power armor undersuit that doubles as lingerie/BDSM gear

It's so dumb, but my gay heart cannot resist.

Yes, this post is about Laxasia the Complete.

#lies of p #laxasia the complete #what a woman #bri's sapphic raving hours #soulslike #armored women #off the top of my head samus aran does this too #but her zero suit is way more vanilla than whatever tf laxasia is serving #like what are those pins for #“they plug into my armor” sure they do you kinky monolith

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everymeloneveryday · 7 months

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chapter 150 page 21

#beastars #melon beastars #beastars melon #melon #chapter 150 #hes so funny hes so touch starved and isolated intentionally and instinctually #personally i think hes kinky as all hell but he does NOT stay for aftercare if he can manage it #this flat assed freak is afraid of affection!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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renlyslittlerose · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 13 - Love Confessions

Today’s kinktober prompt: Obikin are "trapped somewhere VERY cold trope, sharing body heat for warmth, all leading to a feelings confession and/or these two idiots (my beloveds)"

Written for the illustrious @gretchenzellerbarnes

To Love Completely - 1,608 Rating: T Content: Love confessions; mentions of hypothermia; cuddling under dire circumstances~

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Anakin was cold.

Obi-Wan was as well, but that didn’t matter because Anakin was cold.

Concernedly so.

They were on some sort of planet made up almost entirely of sheets of ice and torrential curtains of snow that blinded and cut. They’d come prepared, of course, the clones and the Jedi bundled up in all manner of appropriate clothing, while heaters had been stationed around the camp to keep everyone’s toes and fingers moving. Hot rations were fed in excess along with massive containers of brewed caf and tea, everyone huddling around together with steam curling up into their faces as they stomped around and kept moving. By all accounts, Anakin should have been fine if he stayed at the camp.

But the problem was, Anakin and Obi-Wan were not at the camp.

In fact, they were far away and stuck inside some cave that glittered with massive icicles that stuck up from the ground and hung from the ceiling. They’d been caught off guard by a blizzard that had rolled in while scouting the area, the wind so strong it almost knocked Obi-Wan off his feet. They’d been lucky enough to find shelter inside the cave, but were unlucky in that the blizzard had cut out all communications. They were trapped until it moved on and they could call for rescue.

And Anakin was cold.

Obi-Wan watched Anakin over their little heater that did little to beat back the chill. The dips and hollows of his features were highlighted by the warm light, Obi-Wan noting the tension in his face as he curled more and more into himself. At first Anakin had complained, sarcasm mixing with wit that put Obi-Wan at marginal ease. But then the complaints became more persistent and no longer salved with a small smile or a brief chuckle, before they stopped all together.

Anakin had never done well in cold weather, but how could he when he’d experienced nothing but the heat of the twin suns for his entire childhood? He was a boy spun from the harsh sands and anvil-like sun, his skin bronzed by it, the golden strands in his hair shimmering beneath it, the severity of it all making him bold and brash and brave. But tucked away in a cold cave, the light from the sun blocked by clouds and sleet and snow, Anakin looked pale and frail.

He looked afraid.

Obi-Wan was far from warm himself, but he was more used to how the cold could sink into the bones and hold. He knew to keep moving; knew to keep his head up above the water, and knew to keep focused and trust that his body knew what to do.

But Anakin’s body didn’t know what to do. Eventually he stopped shaking, the light in his eyes dulling, the slump in his shoulders becoming more relaxed and less tight. Obi-Wan moved then, stumbling over himself to grab Anakin and shake. Anakin didn’t protest, which made Obi-Wan even more scared.

“Stay awake, Anakin,” Obi-Wan ordered, and he sent a flush of urgency through their bond as he tore his gloves off and fumbled around in his coat. He had multiple pockets, all containing various survival things, but one contained little heating packets that, when slapped across the knee, released a gas that heated up the material. Anakin had gone through his already, but Obi-Wan still had a few just in case.

Thank the Force he did.

Finding them he pulled them all out and broke them apart before shoving them between Anakin’s many layers, reaching the lukewarm centre of his core. The fact that Anakin was this cold even under so many layers made Obi-Wan’s heart clench, but he cut off the sensation through their bond before it could reach Anakin. After he placed the last of his heating satchels into Anakin’s tunic, Obi-Wan zipped him back up and began rubbing Anakin’s cheeks and neck with his bare hands, warming up the skin through friction alone.

“Keep looking at me,” Obi-Wan said, gently tapping Anakin’s cheek when his lids began to slip close.

Anakin startled awake and peered at Obi-Wan through the gloom of the cavern. “’M tired,” he slurred.

“No, you’re not,” Obi-Wan replied. “You’re on a mission - Jedi Knight’s don’t sleep in the middle of a mission.”

Anakin’s brows furrowed. “Yes we do.”

“No, we don’t.”

Obi-Wan kept rubbing Anakin’s cheeks and neck, trying to get some pink back into them. Blowing across his nose, he watched as Anakin’s features scrunched up before relaxing, his eyes fluttering closed once more.

“Anakin.”

No response.

“Anakin.”

Obi-Wan slapped him. Not hard, but enough to shock Anakin back to the present. Before Anakin could make any noise or even fight Obi-Wan about it (though a fight would have been welcome), Obi-Wan pushed Anakin closer to the space heater before bracing himself behind Anakin. Wrapping his legs around Anakin’s waist, Obi-Wan pushed in as close as he could, ignoring the way Anakin remained terribly still in his embrace. He glanced out the opening of the cave, noting that the snow was lightening up.

Help would come soon.

Hopefully soon enough.

“Tell me a story, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. He shoved his hands back into his gloves and rested them across the tops of Anakin’s arms, trying to keep him as connected to Obi-Wan’s heat as possible.

“A what?”

“A story. Any story.”

“I can’t think of one.”

“Yes you can. How about… how about a story your mother told you.”

Anakin sighed. “I can’t remember any,” he slurred.

“Then tell me something. Just keep talking.”

Hooking his chin over Anakin’s shoulder, Obi-Wan pressed his cold nose against Anakin’s cheek, causing him to grumble ever so slightly. Anakin remained silent for a moment, but Obi-Wan could see he was still awake, the yellow light of the heater reflecting off his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Anakin whispered.

Sorrow flooded their bond, and Obi-Wan squeezed him tighter.

“Don’t be sorry. We fell into this mess together,” he said.

“N-no, I-I’m sorry that I… that I wasn’t a better Padawan. Th-that I didn’t follow your instructions properly - that I-I didn’t f-follow the code.”

“You follow it fine, Anakin.”

“L-liar.”

Anakin was trembling now, and Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

“You shouldn’t apologize for not following the code or of thinking you’re a poor Jedi, Anakin.” Obi-Wan blew more hot air against Anakin’s cheek. “You should apologize for being a brat, however.”

“L-learned from the b-best. B-but that’s n-not what I mean.”

“What do you mean, then?”

Anakin shifted then, turning in Obi-Wan’s arms so they could look at each other. Great gusts of air puffed up between them, distorting Anakin’s features in the darkness of the cave. His cheeks were hollow and eyes deeply set, little pins in the darkness of the space that spoke of regret and fear. But he was trembling, the gusts coming out quick and dense, and that gave Obi-Wan hope. His body was fighting back, even if Anakin thought maybe this was the end.

“I want things that a Jedi shouldn’t want,” Anakin whispered. He sniffled, and Obi-Wan brushed away the tear from the corner of his eye with the tip of his gloved finger. “I know that a-attachment is denied to us, and I know w-why. And I know that w-while to love someone isn’t s-selfish, t-to want them all for th-themselves is. A-and yet I c-can’t stop these f-feelings. I-I d-don’t want to stop them.”

Obi-Wan knew what was coming next; it was obvious to anyone who knew Anakin as deeply as he did. He could always feel a tension in their bond, had noticed the glances sent his way when Anakin thought he wasn’t looking, and felt the pressure and the heat whenever they stood too close, spoke too intimately. Obi-Wan tried to ignore it, repress it, or pretend it wasn’t there in the first place. Anakin was right; love wasn’t forbidden, but Obi-Wan could never just love Anakin. To love Anakin was to admire and worship, to depend on and defend, to see him as an extension of all that was worth fighting for.

To love Anakin was completely and forever.

“I love you,” Anakin whispered.

Obi-Wan didn’t know what to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but want and right were completely different things. The winds had stopped howling but the cave was anything but quiet, Obi-Wan’s heart beating frantically in his chest, blood rushing through his skull like a rampaging Ronto, slamming up against his breast and the point between his brows. He swallowed back his own regret and relief, a tangle of emotions that slid uncomfortably down his gullet.

“Love confessions don’t count if you think you’re about to die,” Obi-Wan eventually said. “Tell me again when we’re back at camp.”

Anakin let out a wet laugh, and Obi-Wan sighed with relief as the sound of it mixed with the beep of their comm-channel coming to life. Taking Anakin’s cold cheeks between his gloved hands, Obi-Wan kissed Anakin’s brow and the tops of his cheeks, blowing the last of his warmth on to him, making his skin pink and flushed with delight and embarrassment.

Resting his forehead against Anakin’s trembling one, Obi-Wan held him close and called for help.

#obikin #star wars fanfiction #lemon fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #lemon does kinktober #this wasn't kinky at all I apologize haha

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ingravinoveritas · 8 months

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I realize these two are chronically inseparable, but the actual noise I just made...

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #i'm wheezing #where is the lie though #can't have one without the other #kinky is as kinky does #if there is a god then She will make sure Michael responds to that #none of us would survive of course #but it would be worth it #amazing #tell me again that they're not a couple #ineffable lovers #discourse

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cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu · 2 years

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Arthur: Just sit on my lap.

Merlin: No. Last time I did we almost did it in the open! In front of our friends!

Arthur: Fine. I promise not to kiss you and grope your arse...

Merlin: *sits on Arthur* Thank you—

Arthur: *smirks* ...too much.

Merlin: Arthur Reginald Augustus Pendragon!

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hungriestheidi · 1 day

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RB7 you will always be famous

#kylie minogue #looking in retrospect the entire kinky kylie saga was MESSED UP LMAO #what do you mean sebastian you named it kinky kylie because it has a tight butt #and why does everyone says its about kylie minogue #was it about her sebastian #he chugged so much respecting women juice after having two girls of his own #and im thankful for that good lord he was on his way to be danny ricc 2 if he didnt have them

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ex-jock-enthusiast · 5 months

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Being absolutely serious for a moment, I think sex ed should have a module covering kinks and fetishes. Like high school senior year, just explain the basic concept to people and, without going into any specifics, list some odd and unusual examples of things that could be fetishised to demonstrate range and esoterica. That's it. Quick and easy lemon squeezy. Because I think that would go a looooong way to combatting some of the absolutely headass takes I have seen recently.

I think a good example of this is Nikocado Avocado. I think, to any of us, it is clearer than fucking glass that that man is a gainer. Probably mixed up with some bimboification/humiliation stuff thrown in for flavour. Whatever the specific combination of facts, his weight gain is a fetish thing. That's it, plain and simple. And the sheer fucking volume of thinkpiecey youtube animations, reaction videos, pithy editorials bemoaning the corruptive influence of food addiction and the mental corrosion of obesity makes me want to put my fucking head through a wall.

SO MANY PEOPLE seem to think they are messengers sent on behalf of Gabriel himself to teach this man that he is overweight, since obviously his mind has been so addled with calories that he can barely tell if he's even conscious or not anymore. He is aware. He is not delusional. He weighs like 300lbs, which seems like a lot, but is not nearly enough to break your fucking mind like some people are claiming.

Like, guys. He just gets off on it. That may not be as satisfying as trying to save his soul from fucking Five Guys, but it's true. And if people were just taught this stuff, it would save everyone a lot of time and trouble.

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