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#Non-Consensual Kissing
sapphireginger · 1 year
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Cora Hale and Stiles Stilinski have been best friends since the womb. Okay from the time they were born they have been inseparable.
Talia and Claudia have always been powerless to separate them. The two kids did everything together. They were always at either the Hale’s or the Stilinski's, rarely if ever separated. Sleepovers became an every night kind of thing.
Bad Things Happen Bingo: Blackmail
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Bingo #4!! 🙂
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ylvglo · 4 months
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I'm not a fan of kissing in real life. It ain't for me. Especially not french kissing. Just thinking about someone else's tongue in my mouth makes me shudder.
Still, I don't really mind it in a story. I can find it cute, romantic, sexy, or whatever. Or I used to. Lately, it's been a bit harder for me to read kissing scenes without my brain reminding me how uncomfortable I find it.
I think it might be because a couple of months ago while I was going on a mental tirade, my brain went like: Remember your first kiss? Yeah, that. That wasn't actually consensual, was it?. Like, he apologized after, sure. But he still kissed you when he'd promised not to!
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flippin bad touch quest
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badaziraphaletakes · 2 months
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This is not how a healthy relationship looks
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This is how Crowley feels about this post:
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Friendly reminder that:
1. Crowley is not petty about things that are painful for the two of them. He banters with Aziraphale because he knows he likes it, not to upset him.
2. Crowley knows d*mn well that his plan wasn’t any better than Aziraphale’s. He knows they both only have sh*tty options. And he knows that’s not Aziraphale’s fault.
3. Crowley needs to apologize just as much as Aziraphale does. In their final conversation (for now), they both were stressed and terrified and inadvertently hurt each other by saying hurtful things they didn't mean. (And in Crowley's case, he kissed Aziraphale without consent. He didn't mean to hurt him by doing it, and Aziraphale didn't object and kissed him back, and Crowley let go quickly, as he should have done, but it was still wrong of him.)
Thank you and good night.
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blueberrypancakesworld · 10 months
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Perv!Xavier Thorpe~Headcanon 2
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warning : minors don't read, interact, obsession, yandere behaviour, kissing, stalking, non consensual touching, kidnapping, reader is female
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°It had been a few weeks since she had arrived at Nevermore Academy. Not only had she learned to love the place, she had made friends in Xavier, Bianca and Enid, and by her standards she was getting on well with Wednesday. Because the Addams already had murder plans that she could commit with the paper skills. But her relationship with Xavier was strengthened by their artistic nature.
°What was for her an artistic friendship, was for Xavier a deep connection, an artistic muse, an obsession that should be his. Which is why he had been trying to get closer to her ever since he saw her at the lake. Between endless meetings for homework, projects and an exchange of art ideas, he slowly got further, further and further. With each passing day, the thought matured that he needed you for himself. A muse to use anytime, in any way.
°Which is why he almost cried out in delight when Headmistress Weems announced that there would also be a painting competition at this year's festival, in which the winner would have to choose a fellow pupil as his muse, along with another scholarship, to celebrate the beautiful side of being different. His gaze, which was on Weems, suddenly went to you, who was standing so innocently next to Endi and was pleased that the blonde werewolf seemed to already have ideas.
°Waiting a little until the meeting had dispersed, he walked over to you with a confident smile. He knew her timetable by heart, had it hanging in his hut, knew where she was at all times. It was easy to memorise it and run into you whenever you went to the different classrooms. ,,Hey, I wanted to ask you about the painting competition," he started and saw you looking up from the notebook. You are perfect he thought and he was sure you could hear his heart beating.
°He saw you nod which told him he could continue before he said ,,I want you to be my muse, my model for the competition, in short you should be the exhibition". He watched her face grow more touched and geared with each word he said. He knew she was flattered, knew she liked it when he complimented her. He seemed to feel the warmth in her cheeks. ,,Thank you Xavier, that means a lot to me...do you have any ideas yet or do you want to draw something first? she asked innocently, not suspecting what he had in mind.
°My pretty one, you have no idea how beautiful you are going to be he thought and felt the anticipation rise up in him at her acceptance, not that he had given her a choice. ,,Just come to the hut this afternoon or early evening, I know exactly what it's going to be," he replied curtly before he left to buy a few things he needed for the preparation. Because besides immortalising his masterpiece, there was more than just the painting he had to do. The thought of finally having it, owning it for himself, seeing his inspiration in person. An excited sigh crossed his lips as he realised he no longer had just the paintings, her clothes, his imagination. He would be able to put his hands on her, to see her in her purest form, to touch her.
°The hours of the day passed and the artist was already in his hut when he heard the knock of his muse. To open the door for her and let her in, he closed the door and turned the key, but she didn't seem to hear. ,,This is an interesting and pretty environment, I like it," he heard her say and felt his lips twist into a smile. ,,You don't know what this means to me. Here some lemonade" he thanked her and held out some of the lemonade.
°He saw her take the glass and take the first sip. ,,This is good," she murmured and took another sip before sitting down on the chair he had set up a few metres away from his screen. ,,Like a supermodel," he quipped, even though it wasn't a joke and she giggled anyway before making herself reasonably comfortable. ,,Wait, I'll position you," he said, walking over to her. Gently he put his hands on her clothed body, handling her like a doll. Touching every bit of her skin he could get before he finally put her in the right position.
°He wanted to touch more of her, she was so precious and yet he wanted to dirty her. To have more of her. Before he forced himself to go back to his canvas and he began to paint on the pre-painted background. From time to time he looked at her to see if it was already having an effect. ,,What kind of background will it be?" he heard her ask, and saw her break her posture to wipe her face. Finally
°He continued to watch her for a moment before he said, ,,A background that suits you, it holds your beauty," he replied and put his brush back on the paint palette before he saw her make a slightly anxious noise. ,,Xa-Xavier" she said his name and rose from the chair as she stumbled to his table as her legs seemed to give way and she went down on one knee.
°A short laugh at her awkwardness crossed his lips as he walked to her. ,,You're going to be fine, you still have to model standing, my dear," he crooned and saw how she didn't know whether she should push him away or let him help her. With a jerk he had her back on the chair and let his hand wander over her body. Finally I have you he thought and felt the warmth of love flowing through him. It was no longer a fantasy, he finally had her to himself.
°His hand clasped hers and brought it to his lips, kissing her and seeing her misty eyes through the means in the drink. ,,You are beautiful...two artists together forever...ever since I saw you" he murmured and took a strand of her hair between his fingers and put a hand on her cheek. Warm and soft how would you sound?" he wondered, moving away from her but feeling the wave of excitement going through his body.
°Picking up the brush again, he began to continue the actual painting. To finally paint what he had lured her here to paint. With a few final brushstrokes he finished the painting and reached out his hand to make the artwork real. Before the golden cage formed around the chair and imprisoned her.
°Despite her fogged mind, she seemed to realise what had happened and rose from the chair, swaying, before going to the bars of the cage and trying to open them somehow. ,,Don't be afraid, my heart, I'm here," he said, slightly worried, and walked over to her cage where he wrapped his hand around hers and pulled her as far as the cage would allow.
°She seemed to want to say something but only an indistinct murmur came out before his other hand took hold of her jaw and gave her a kiss. The kiss he had been hoping for for so long. The kiss he knew he wanted more of. Before he broke away from her and saw the last of her strength drain from her body and she collapsed.
°Moving into the cage he held her upright knowing if he let go she would fall to the floor. ,,Finally you are mine and together we will create a masterpiece" he murmured before he took her in his arms and let his hands wander over her body. He ran his hands over her arms, belly and breasts, feeling her shape underneath. Before he snuggled against her and looked at the camera lying on his dresser.
°Despite the darkness surrounding the hut, the flash was illuminated by the camera's shutter. Positioning her body as he needed her before placing her used body on a painted bed inside the cage. Covering her naked body with a simple blanket, he brushed a strand of hair from her face and gave her another kiss. ,,Don't worry, I'll be right back," he said and turned off the light in the hut before going out and locking it. His leisure was finally his.
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awkward-but-nice · 9 months
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obnoxious disney adults are hating on rachel zegler, because she said that they... *checks notes* added other aspects to snow white that doesn't revolve around falling in love and getting saved by the prince...
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yooniesim · 3 months
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if any of yall pledge him, first of all u get a smack from me 🤬 (jk jk 😂), but second of all send me that file pls 🥺
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wri0thesley · 1 year
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dottore kisses you like he’s charting new territory. it is not a romantic notion; he pries your mouth apart at the corners with his gloved fingers so you gag on the taste of them (and when you make a frightened noise, he warns you next time he’ll find an open-mouth ring gag). bites with sharp teeth at your lips until you bleed; thrusts his tongue into your mouth and learns the shape of your own teeth and tongue and the insides of your cheeks. devouring; all-consuming, violating.
he wipes a bead of blood and drool from your chin, as he pulls back, savouring the taste of you in his mouth. scribbles something in a journal and smiles at you with his teeth sharp and his eyes bright and a gleam of single-minded madness in his eyes. you did very well, he tells you. but he wants to try the ring gag anyway. perhaps a clamp for your tongue. a drug that will make your mouth numb. oh, he has so so many ideas for you . . .
he says it is for his research; that he has to learn every part of you by heart. but the truth is . . . he just loves how docile you have learnt to be. how well you bear it. how utterly and completely under his power you have become.
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 2 years
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Whumper kissing Whumpee right after they've taken trauma to the face, relishing in the taste of blood they lick from their teeth
Whumper kissing Whumpee right after they've finished a blood feeding, forcing them to savor the same meal
Whumper kissing Whumpee as the blood from their other victim drips down their face from where it had sprayed, smearing it onto their lips and cheeks
Whumper kissing Whumpee who had bitten their lip hard enough to split, lapping at the wound
Whumper kissing Whumpee while the blood still dries around Whumpee's mouth from when they had hopelessly tried to give Caretaker CPR
Whumper kissing Whumpee after one of them had been stabbed in the gut by the other, coughing blood into their open mouth as one last treat
Whumper kissing Whumpee with a mouthful of blood
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cilil · 2 months
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Can I request kiss for Glorthelion? (Dark romance)
AN: Sure thing! Hope you like what I came up with ^^
dark romance prompts
♡ prompt: kiss & somnophilia (spicy bingo) | Ecthelion x Glorfindel ♡ synopsis: Ecthelion is jealous of Glorfindel's other lovers and decides to stake his claim in a different manner ♡ warnings: kissing while asleep (bit of non-consensual somnophilia), jealous Ecthelion, hints at the "sex addict Glorfy" headcanon (the server crew knows) ♡ short oneshot (~650 words)
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Dawn broke over the Hidden City, yet its lords remained in slumber after a long night of revelry. 
Save one.
Ecthelion sat on the floor of King Turgon's hall, half-empty goblet in hand, and listened to the quiet sound of birdsong and the occasional snoring from the other attendees who had fallen asleep in various odd places. He had eyes for only one of them, however – Glorfindel, languidly resting on a nearby couch and lost in deep slumber. His hair was all over the pillows and falling down the seat as if someone had spilled liquid gold on it, messy yet no less marvellous, and his plump lips were still wet from the wine he had consumed and swollen from the kisses he had received. 
The Lord of the House of the Golden Flower was, as was no secret among the Lords of Gondolin, quite fond of the company of men and women alike and took many lovers, spending as much, if not more time enjoying the pleasures of flesh as he did eating, drinking and socialising. Ecthelion, too, had received his favour earlier, though now that he beheld him once again, content and seemingly innocent in his sleep, he found his desire reawakened; and alongside it a different longing. 
He would fain have had Glorfindel to himself for the entire night, enjoying his wonderful body time and time again until they both passed out. As wine had continued to loosen his tongue, he had even begged him to stay and not seek out another, yet the golden-haired warrior had merely responded to his request with playful laughter and slipped out of his grasp. 
Jealousy had taken hold within Ecthelion then. He knew he had no right to claim Glorfindel for himself and attempted to remind himself of that fact, but he couldn't help it. Seeing him in the arms of another not even an hour after their parting had caused a sharp sting of displeasure to mar his enjoyment of the festivities, and he had spent the night brooding in a corner and watching the other attendees entertain the man he wished to be with. 
Yet now, everything was over, he was the only one left conscious and Glorfindel was right there, no other attempting to take him for themselves. No hands on him, no lips kissing his, no warm bodies pressed against him, skin on skin. 
Ecthelion set down his goblet as quietly as he could. He was no longer thirsty; rather it was hunger that plagued him now. 
With slow, careful steps, he walked over to the couch and climbed on top of the sleeping warrior as elegantly as his current state would allow, one knee between his legs, hands on both sides of his head as if to cage him. 
Glorfindel did not wake. His eyelids fluttered, and he turned his head slightly while muttering something under his breath; but he continued to sleep, blissfully unaware. Ecthelion beheld him for a moment, smiling to himself. How wonderful it would be if he could wake up to such a sight every day, if only the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower would be his. 
Gingerly, he leaned down and pressed his lips against Glorfindel's. The kiss was tender at first, though Ecthelion swiftly grew bolder once he sensed that his slumbering lover wasn't waking up. It even seemed to him as if it was reciprocated, sleepily and sloppily; perhaps, he thought, his dreams were just as lewd as his conduct, and the thought excited him. 
Still, kisses were all Ecthelion dared to take – one more, two, three, four, until he finally had his fill, withdrawing with a pleased sigh. These were his and his alone, and he would now be the last to have kissed Glorfindel for the night, so that his touch would linger at least for a time. 
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silvandar · 1 year
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You can almost hear the feral growl holy shit.
Dongfang Qingcang: "Mine"
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sukugo · 3 months
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ive never really been into breeding but i think i get it i get it now 🤔
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What if they kissed? [For Beast/Sabretooth.]
Send "What if they kissed?"
He tries everything. Well, except for bodily harm, which he has to admit is a lot harder than he thought it'd be. He needs Hank to talk, he needs Hank to be his in with the goody-two-fucks.
Victor paces around his kitchen, tonguing the inside of his cheek. Thinking. Planning. Then he has one. One that is crazy and he's not all convinced he can stomach it. But... well. Part of being a good predator is being patient. And this would test his patience to no fucking end.
He returns to Hank with a glass of top shelf whiskey and just taps it to his shoulder before he climbs, unceremoniously, over the back of the couch to sit down. He drinks himself, not really listening to whatever the fuck Hank was talking about with star ships or star wars or cocks a spirks.
Finally, he's had enough and reaches out to grab the back of the guys head. His hand fists in knots of blue and forces his head back as he leans closer and kisses him. It's different, it's weird.
But, all in all, not bad.
He lets him go as soon as he grabs him, then stands to get more to drink.
"Now shut the fuck up, or I'll put something else in yer mouth, got it?"
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