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lemony-snickers · 10 months

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kakashi leaves marks.

bruises shaped like fingerprints, the sharp indents of his teeth, his nails. they linger on your skin for hours, sometimes days.

he doesn't always mean to. in fact, the first time he sees the dark tattoos on your hips left by his hands, he panics.

i'm sorry i'm sorry i didn't mean to hurt you.

he's long used to inflicting so much damage--pain, death--with his hands. he's tried so hard to scrub them clean only to find them stained red again and again. the thought that he might have hurt you? especially while he's trying to love you? he can't bear it.

it takes a long time to assure (and reassure and reassure and reassure) him enough for his shoulders to stop shaking. you capture his face between your hands, press your forehead against his tenderly, nose to nose.

breathe with me.

in and out, in and out, nice and slow, chests rising and falling in tandem. kakashi cages your hands with his own, you can feel the nervous sweat slicked over his palms, the slight tremor that dissipates a little more with each breath until it's finally gone.

i'm sorry.

his whisper is so soft, you almost miss it, even this close. his voice hitches in the middle of the apology, and you pull away just far enough to draw his gaze to yours.

you tell him there is nothing to apologize for, he swears he's hurt you. you want to laugh, but stop yourself because you know it's not the time. know it will hurt him the way he thinks he's hurt you.

but what he's inflicted upon you is the opposite of pain and you need him to understand.

you rub your thumbs over his cheekbones, relishing the slight scratch of silver stubble, waiting for his facial muscles to relax in the wake of your gentle touch so you can tell him:

i like when you leave marks.

and you do. you love to stare at the bruises in the mirror, trace them with your fingers while you recall all the things he did to leave them, especially when he's away on a long mission. you tell him he once left a bite mark at the juncture of your neck and shoulder the night before a long assignment and when you saw it the next morning, your knees buckled as pleasure flashed through you.

kakashi groans and you finally allow yourself to laugh.

i know you would never hurt me.

it's true, and you spend the rest of that night letting him trace your body with his teeth, his strong hands, allowing him, encouraging him, to carve his adoration into every centimeter of your body with patient attention.

it awakens something in kakashi he never expected, some primal need long buried finally coaxed to the surface. welcomed with open arms and long sighs and heady moans.

rewarded in the morning with new bruises in all your favorite places.

kakashi leaves plenty more marks after that. now that he knows you like it (and that he likes it just as much; maybe more), there's no reason for him to hold back.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi hatake x reader #tw bruise kink #tw suggestive #gn!reader #lemony smutters #well lemony smutters-adjacent anyway a;ldkjaf;sdl #this is a queued post

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hisbucky · 7 months

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Eddie: Remember the time you were kicking your feet when I praised you for the first time? Buck, blushing: That didn't happen. Eddie, smirks: If you say so, babe. [The (praise kink) scene that started it all]

#kinktober post #adjacent #in honor of #the kink that started this ship #911 show #911 on abc #buddie #caption who #dont need no caption here #a buddie shipper #remembers this scene by heart #incorrect 911 quotes #incorrect quotes #eddie diaz #evan buckley

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pinkishhologram · 2 months

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need another girl to obsess over the same guy with <33

but not in, like, a competitive, jealous way. in a cute way!

in the way that he takes us both out for little dates at the same time and one hangs off each arm, all dressed up to be double the eye candy

in the way that he sends us cute or sexy messages in a group chat rather than one by one, just to see us BOTH squirm

in the way that we both exist to please him, so we delegate responsibilities, work together to make him the happiest guy alive

in the way that we can touch each OTHER, but only when it pleases him, only when he needs the kind of entertainment that can only come from watching two girls who are helplessly obsessed with you make out and grind against each other for your attention

we could slip each other little encouraging notes on the fridge (because of course we're his live-in sluts), encouraging each other to be better, dragging each other deeper into our addictions

we could go for drinks and chat about how best to please him, what little surprises we could arrange for him, anything that might satisfy him even just a little

we could go out and shop together for slutty outfits that might catch his eye, delighted and giggling because we're so excited to see if he approves

need a partner in crime for my utter devotion <3

#arobreaking #orientation play #misogyny kink adjacent #but honestly the genders are completely irrelevant here. just wrote what might best appeal to my lovely sexist audience <3 #my need for cute bestie vibes and my need to obsess over someone like a god kind of override it HAVING to be sexist #.........but it would be nice

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inkkaycee · 1 month

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Trying stuff with camera angles, not sure how I feel about the outcome…

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weirdbrosinc · 4 months

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sam giving dean road head because he just can't wait until they get to the motel to taste his brother. dean's trying hard not to roll his head back, with a hand in sam's hair and the other shaking on the wheel. sam just keeps fucking his throat on his brother's cock because it feels like it's been so long since he's had this last, even though really it's just been a couple days... they're codependent your honor <3

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drizztdohurtin · 28 days

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Is Rolan an Ass or Chest guy? or is he into something else?

(and please don't say personality...I know that is probably what he is the most into buy I want to image his claws digging into something. and I don't want that being my brain.)

Thank you, you are amazing!

*me typing out 'personality' then violently pressing backspace*

Tricky question! He'd be very into both, and he would love all of his partner's body, but based on my own writing I'd have to say he's more of a chest guy.

I don't think I've included this on any of the Rolan content I've posted thus far, but behind the scenes, I have a good amount of writing that involves him being quite... fixated... in more ways than one... on his partner's chest.

explicit NSFW thoughts below the break:

for an afab reader specifically, I imagine him always wanting to have his mouth and hands on your chest, and he reaaaallly likes your nipples. He could lick and suck at them for hours if you let him. But I say the same shit about how he loves to go down on his partner - so it's very possible I just think Rolan has an oral fixation. I could definitely see him leaving hickeys all over your chest, too.

Now that I think about it more: he's definitely a chest guy, final answer. He'd be more turned on seeing even just a little bit of your cleavage than if he saw your ass while you had tight pants on. If he was taking you from behind, he'd more likely reach around and hold onto your chest than anything else.

I also like to imagine taking a romantic bath with him, the water leaving a thin shine over your chest as you sit on his lap - Rolan would 100% be massaging them and running his thumbs over your nipples trying to get them to perk up. Literally, that alone is enough to get him hard as a rock. He'd love for you to ride him right then and there, especially if you leaned back to give his mouth better access to your chest.

And for anyone who likes breeding-kink-adjacent and NSFW pregnancy stuff:

His fixation with your chest would be kicked into overdrive from when he starts trying to get you pregnant all the way until you're no longer breastfeeding. He'd be beyond turned on by your growing breasts and the way they start to stretch the fabric of your clothes or even spill over the top. They'd be so round and full, it'd send him into a fuckin dizzy spell whenever he got his hands or mouth on them.

If he ever got to see some of your breastmilk leak out, he would be able to literally feel the blood in his blood rush to his groin, almost taking him by surprise.

#me throwing breeding-kink-adjacent material in there when literally no one asked for it is so real of me #also me stopping my calc homework to answer this ask - it was too important !!!!#baby boy #serena the yap-atron 3000 #my writing #my hcs #rolan #x reader #headcanons #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #smut #rolan posting

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anqelbean · 2 months

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Binghe would probably be into choking, but he wouldn't know how to do it safely and he'd end up almost actually choking Shen Qingqiu. And then he'd cry.

#listen I do believe binghe's good at sex by the end of the extras (you can't convince me otherwise)#but there's definitely one or too unsafe kink mishaps #then it's time to consult the sacred texts (song of bingqiu/regret of chunshan)#cause like. sqq wouldn't want his binghe to go unsatisfied! ofc he'd be willing to try again!#he'd be sooo repressed about it though. oh yeah he is tooootalllyy just doing it cause binghe likes it. not because he likes it nooooo #anqels ramblings #eva.txt #svsss #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #bingqiu #mxtx #lemon adjacent

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fizzigigsimmer · 2 months

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Moonwood: Part 5

Thank you all so much for your patience. We're baaaaack with an update.

|Part One Here|

It’s pretty stupid in Steve’s opinion that he still needs to get his mom to sign a permission slip to go to basketball camp, even though he’s eighteen.

“I don’t want to hear it Harrington.” The coach says when Steve tracks him down. “I can’t let you on the bus without a permission slip.”

Hank says it’s because the school doesn’t want to be liable if something happens to them out in the woods – and Steve can’t help but shiver a little at the way he says it. Like he expects something or knows something Steve doesn’t. But he tells himself he’s being crazy. Anything could happen in a national park but that doesn’t mean something is going to. There’s gotta be like safe areas mapped out for the public, right? It’s probably a good thing the slip reads like a contract: I understand the risk my child is taking and waive my rights to be pissed about it if they get chewed on by a grizzly bear. It shows they’ve thought things through. At least Steve hopes they’ve thought it through – if he’s honest, he’s not sure how he feels about spending a week in the woods with a bunch of keyed up guys all jonesing to impress Billy Hargrove.

Because it’s pretty obvious after the first round that the team captains have a lot of pull with the coach.

“Hey sweetheart!” Steve’s mom is in the living room, working on some crochet toy for a neighbor who is having a baby. Steve had no idea she could crochet until she started making the toy. Apparently, she was pretty crafty before she met his dad. Steve’s dad didn’t think it was a sexy enough hobby or something. Said it was for old women and spinsters.

“How was tryouts?” Aunt Julie asks when he walks in. She’s knitting what looks like a hooded onesie with ears and a fluffy tail attached. It’s pretty damn cute.

“Wasn’t much of a tryout. The coach wasn’t even there, and the captains just ran us ragged the whole time.” He grumbles, shrugging his duffle off his shoulder and throwing himself down onto the couch beside his mom. She she laughs as the cushions sag beneath his weight.

“Coach Brown is a godsend to that school. He knows how to pick the right personalities, people who really work well together and form a solid bond.” Aunt Julie sighs wistfully. “It was much different when your mom and I were in school. There was a lot of tension between us and the Schiller folks. I felt like I was always on my guard, looking over my shoulder.”

“What’s up with that, by the way?” Steve asks, eager to finally have an explanation for the weird vibes everyone seems to have about Moonwood. “Why are people like, scared of this place? It can’t just be because of the forest.”

Steve’s mom and his aunt share a strange look.

“They’re scared of us. Because we’re different.” Aunt Julie says, but before Steve can ask her what she means his mom is shaking her head and hissing something at Julie in Lythan. They go back and forth like that for a moment and Steve just knows that they’re talking about him, and he’s sick of being left in the dark.

“Whoa whoa whoa, guys!” He snaps. “In english please! I’m right here and I want to know what’s going on. Mom?”

Steve’s mom looks tortured, like Steve is holding a lighter to her feet. His aunt heaves a heavy sigh and flips her long dark hair over her shoulder.

“It’s time to tell him Jess. The bonfire is tomorrow night.”

Steve wants to know what’s going on and why everyone keeps talking about the bonfire as if it’s so important, when it’s just a bunch of people from the neighborhood getting together to tell ghost stories and get plastered. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting his mom to say but it’s not that she’s a werewolf.

He thinks she’s pulling his leg at first, cause what else can she be doing but then aunt Julie chimes in and they both just won’t stop. They tell him that the people in their village have always turned into wolves and that they came to the new world to escape persecution. He’s kind of mad at himself, how long he listens until they get to the part with the witch.

“Time out! Time out! You expect me to believe you guys, grandma and grandpa and all the rest, you’re werewolves, and everybody knows about it because you fought a witch?” Steve laughs even though it’s not really funny and waits for them – but nobody laughs with him.

“Yes. She’d put a curse on the village and the people there to force them to pay tithes and make sacrifices to her.” His mom says and his aunt nods, continuing.

“When the townspeople rose against her, her coven came to exact their vengeance. The pack protected them, and in exchange we were given this land. Although the area has grown and many new people have come, there are people dedicated to keeping the old truce alive.”

“That’s why you needed to know before the bonfire. There will be representatives from the other towns there, new and old. There will be a demonstration and the pact between our communities will be renewed.” His mom finishes.

Steve gets up and stomps off. He is mad. He is so mad that she would play such a weird stupid prank on him instead of just being honest; but mostly he’s afraid. He’s afraid because it doesn’t make sense and he can’t figure out why she would do it or why aunt Julie would help her and when his grandpa knocks on the door of his room later and asks to come in, his heart sinks into his stomach.

He knows what his grandfather wants to talk about as he sits down on the edge of his bed before he even says a word – and it just doesn’t make sense. It can’t be real. It just can’t be. There’s no such thing as werewolves, and the only witches he knows are edgy girls who like to collect crystals.

“Your mom says you had quite the talk earlier.” His grandpa starts with a small sigh. “How ya doing Pip?”

“You mean with the discovery that my family is either insane or they’re werewolves?” Steve sneers, not looking away from where his gaze is fixed on the ceiling. “I’m still wrestling with it.”

“Well, go easy on your mom while you wrestle. She’s had a rough couple of months. It ain’t easy breaking with a soulmate.”

“Soulmate? I thought you hated my dad.”

“Don’t matter what I think of him” grandpa grunts. “Wolves mate for life. We’re born for someone, and common thought was they were born for us. But well your mom… she loved that man with all she had, but there wasn’t much in him for loving.”

And that’s how Steve discovered that it’s real – the stories his mom used to tell him about soulmates, and how one day he’d grow up and he’d meet someone, and when he’d look at them, he’d just know he was made to love them.

“This is crazy. I don’t – I don’t want…” Steve bites back tears, unable to get the words out. He doesn’t think his grandpa is a liar, and the whole family can’t be crazy. But he doesn’t want this to be real. Not if it means he might be made to love someone who will never love him back. His dad didn’t get it, why Steve would choose to be broke and struggle with his mom instead of have his future pathed for him and live in comfort with his dad.

The thought that it might be his destiny to live like that, with his hand out always waiting on love that won’t come… Steve cries and his grandfather pats his shoulder awkwardly, but lovingly.

“I’m awful glad to have you Stevie and I wouldn’t change a thing, but I’ve always hoped maybe she was wrong. You don’t know a soul bond until you feel it and it’s easy for a young girl to lose her head. In any case, she’s the only one I’ve ever heard of with a one-way tie like that.”

“What does it feel like?” Steve finds himself asking, but the strange thing is how he knows the answer even before he finishes the question.

When you see them, it’s like everything slows down so you don’t miss them. Like something’s forcing you to pay attention. And once you do, it’s like everything else pales in comparison. You’re always thinking about them, always bumping into them and trying to be near them without thinking about it, because that’s where you’re happiest. Even if you don’t know it yet. Nobody can lift you up or put you down quicker than they can. They see more of you than anyone else, and you see them too. You can try and ignore the pull, but the tide will always bring you right back to them.

Steve listens to his grandpa wax on and on about what it was like when he first felt the connection with his grandmother and it should be just a sweet story to him. Something to give him hope for the future.

But what happened is his heart starts to beat and his palms start to sweat as Billy Hargrove’s face floats to the front of his mind where it absolutely doesn’t belong.

Unless…

But they can’t be. Can they?

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