#naphephilia

[hardcoreprocess]

[KO-FI REWARD] BATCH 1 // SLOT 4: An extremely secluded vampire coven has an unexpected visitor. Though unplanned, the Lalondes are nothing if not the most gracious of hosts.

Snow is an age-old motivation for the lost and those prone to trespassing. It sticks to fabrics of all types, heavy and digging needle-sharp cold into bones. Joints, primarily. The weight is unbearable after a mile, worse after five, mountainous when the count is lost. But like a moth, helplessly bewitched by flame…

This is something meant to be seen through, to the end.

A small town once offered shelter. Not far, but further than realized, from this perilous destination. “There are women up that way,” said one adventurous local, who claimed the journey was almost forgettable. Insistent on that detail, in fact.

Yet even now, disparagement slips away. Like water, sand, through trembling frostbitten fingers. A glazing of ease, a balm that soothes away any want for warmth, unless provided by the sprawling mansion ahead.

“Strange women,” the local had said, eyes half-lidded in listless recall, “—Taller than trees, with spidery hands. They are firm, but soft. Eager, son. They are so eager.”

That word will not unstick. Burned, branded onto a lonely mind, unlikely to be forgotten. Company is rare for a traveler, and much-wanted. Yearning is a beast, hungry, clawing, bearing a battered body through a gate barely cracked open. Just wide enough, just inviting enough.

Come in. Out of the cold.

Doors older than familiar foundations creak, opening on the first of desperate presses. An entryway, devoid of light but lingering with heat. Seeking the source is mindless, guiding every step deeper despite unsightly stains or evidence of…

As before, the thoughts are slipping away. Mesmerized, taken, downright spellbound. Snow and ice are stomped from trudging boots with ease, forgotten in clumps that lead from half-wide entrance to flickering hearth. Collapsing there is easier than any other action ‘til this moment. Here, it is time to bask. Aches are tended by flickering kisses of—

Touch?

“What is it,” comes the murmur, “—so small and frail?”

“A man-thing, Mother calls them. Shaped like us, but malleable. See how it shakes?” And shakes does not begin to cover the bone-deep terror that lives within. Chest heaving, beset by palms unburdened by things like mortality or the whimsical passage of seasons. Fear is king, but not in the hosts that gather around, crowd close.

They are jewel-eyed. Brilliant white fangs flicker in bloodless faces, curiosity or something more lurking. Thankfully, one seems keen to make a fine impression. Her tousling of sweat-soaked hair is almost gentle, barring the scrape of nails too long— too sharp —to be natural.

Her hands are… warmer now. “Poor little beast. No wonder it heeds our invitation. You were caught in the rain?” Forgetfulness is not a familiar thing, but it must have been what happened. Outside, there is no snow. On the rug, only puddles. The damp is beginning to lift from feverish flesh, and the girls are crowding ever closer.

No words come. But the hosts, the ladies, see no fault in that.

“You must be tired, little thing. Come. You will see yourself to a warmer place, better than our dirty hearthspace.”

Better? Is that even possible, cradled to her bosom this way, lost in her amethyst eyes?

“My nieces will tend your scrapes.”

When did the injuries appear? Cuts and bruises, from climbing or slipping?

“Rosalind.”

The eldest, besides the gentle one. Stout, round, impishly smirking at the state of undress. Clothes are being tugged free from every direction. Impossibly safe. No concern for one’s own safety, wrapped in forgiving embrace.

“Roxanne.”

Taller. The tallest, maybe. Sharp features but a soft composition, hips nearly as wide as her sisters’ collective. She is tending to the boots, left behind, set on a tray beside the fire to dry. A cotton weave pulls tight over her body when she stoops, bringing to mind… many things. Wanting, desirous things.

“Jasmina.”

Smallest, roundest, youngest. Bouncing with energy, practically alight. Mischief is afoot, because this one pulls. At hair, fingers, toes, and— south of the belt. Gasps are escaping, unable to be stifled. Is it meant to feel this good, laid back in a bed that smells of copper aftertaste and perfume too expensive to conceptualize?

“Stay a while, little beast. We would be honored to have you for supper.”

#batch process #writing process #homesmut #alpha mom x anon #rose x anon #roxy x anon #jasprose x anon #hcp alpha mom lalonde #hcp rose lalonde #hcp roxy lalonde #hcp jasprosesprite^2 #hcp anonymous insert #naphephilia #domestiphilia #submission #blacklist

[fictionfreedom]

Label list pt.2 (paraphilias

Large paraphilia list below this text

Paraphilias: Bromidrophilia/Bromidrosiphilia/Olfactophilia/Osmolagnia/Osphresiolagnia, Dacryphilia, Emetophilia/Vomerophilia, Feederism, Hygrophilia, Lactophilia, Omorashi, Somnophilia, Agonophilia, Algolagnia/Algophilia, Anophelorastia, Anthropophagolagnia, Anthropophagy Apotemnophilia, Asphyxiaphilia/Asphyxiophilia/Hypoxyphilia, Asthenolagnia, Autassassinophilia, Autodermatophagia, Autohaemofetishism, Automasochism/Autosadism, Biastophilia/Raptophilia, Chremastistophilia/Harpaxophilia, Contreltophilia, Dacnolagnomania/Erotophonophilia/Homicidophilia, Dermographism/Triviphilia, Emapihtophilia, Enissophilia, Epistaxiophilia, Hematolagnia, Krouophilia, Leptosadism, Lyssophilia, Masochism, Mastigophilia, Narkobiastophilia, Phagophilia/Vorarephilia, Piquerism, Pligonophilia, Pugilism, Sadism, Sklaviaphila, Souvliphilia, Syntrivo̱philia, Taphephilia, Traumaphilia, Xylismaphilia, Hedonophilia, Kopophilia, Lyssophilia, Phobophilia, Zelophilia, Acarophilia/Amychophilia, Afophilia/Aphephilia/Chiraptophilia/Haptephilia/Naphephilia, Agnotitaphilia, Agrexophilia, Agroikophilia, Aisthitirakiphilia, Allopellia, Allorgasmia, Angaliaphilia, Ankylophilia, Apodysophilia, Apopnigophila, Ataxiophilia, Atychiphilia, Autagonistophilia, Automysophilia, Autoscophilia/Autoscopophilia, Barosmia, Basiphilia, Basoexia/Kfiliphilia, Candaulism, Capnolagnia, Catagelophilia, Ceraphilia, Chrematistophilia, Cleithrophilia/Clithrophilia, Clinophilia, Cordophilia/Merinthophilia, Cryptoscopophilia, Cuckolding, Dipsophilia, Doxophilia, Dishabiliophilia/Ecdyosis, Ebriuphilia, Ecouteurism, Electrophilia, Endytophilia, Erotographomania, Exhibitionism, Forniphilia, Frotteurism, Gregomulcia, Gymnocryptosis, Gymnophilia/Omolagnia, Hamartophilia/Pecattiphilia, Harmatophilia, Homilophila, Hybriphilia, Iatronudia, Laliophilia, Mixoscopia, Narratophilia, Odaxelagnia, Oneirophilia, Orgiophilia, Ourithrasiphilia, Pathophilia, Peiramaphilia, Peodeiktophilia, Procticophilia, Proktikoglepismophilia, Psavophilia, Psellismophilia, Sarmassophilia, Scopophilia, Selgolalia, Serviphilia, Stygiophilia, Synallassomaiphilia, Tantalolagnia, Taphophilia, Tepistaphilia, Tikolobomassophilia, Tithiolagnia, Tomophilia, Tripsolagnia, Trypanophilia, Uranophilia, Vincilagnia, Voyeurism, Xenoglossophilia, Achluophilia/Lygerastia/Lygophilia/Nyctophilia/Scotophilia, Agoraphilia, Cenophilia/Kenophilia, Chasmophilia, Claustrophilia, Coimetrophilia, Demophilia/Enochlophilia/Ochlophilia, Lithophilia, Pyrophilia, Ablutophilia, Acousticophilia, Ataxophilia, Atelophilia, Autodysomophilia, Cacophilia, Cryptophilia, Epistemophilia, Euphilia, Exophilia, Geusophilia, Onomatophilia, Ozolagnia, Salirophilia, Voxophilia, Akrovystiaphilia, Alvinolagnia, Cardiophilia, Cheirophilia/Chirophilia, Dermaphilia/Dermatophilia, Diatrypophilia, Dontophilia/Gomphipothia/Odontophilia, Dysmorphophilia, Hircusophilism, Gynelophilia/Hirsutophilia, Macrogenitalism, Macrophallophilia, Mammagymnophilia/Mastofact/Mazophilia, Maschalagnia/Maschalophilia/Masehalophilia, Matiaphilia, Metopophilia, Microphallophilia/Nanophallophilia, Oculophilia, Organofact/Partialism, Ossophilia/Osteophilia, Pubephilia, Splanchnophilia, Sthenolagnia, Stigmatophilia, Stomaphilia, Tatouaphilia, Trichophilia/Chaetophilia, Agalmatophilia/Galateism/Statuephilia/Statuophilia, Aichmophilia/Belonephilia/Enetophilia, Altocalciphilia, Amaurophilia, Anaclitism, Androidism, Astrophilia, Atephilia, Bibliophilia, Blennophilia, Botephilia/Retifism, Carnophilia/Metephilia

PS: Remember, thought crimes don't exist and the same for attraction, none of my attraction make me a criminal and I will never act upon any attractions of mine that are illegal or harmful to others

(This isn't even the full list by the way)

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[aliveiwillbe]

Taggerdoodle

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Name: Annaliese

Nickname: Anna

Height: 5'4

Star Sign: Leo

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Favourite Colour: Lilac

Avg. Hrs of Sleep: 6 hours

Cat Person or Dog Person: Doggos, I’m allergic to cats

Favourite Animal: Birds especially Lorrikeets

Favourite Fictional Character: I have so many.They’re all special beans so I can’t pick one. Plus by next week or even tomorrow I will have many more

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: 3

Favourite Bands/Singers: My music library has over 1000 different singers and bands I can’t pick. They’re all special to me in different ways

Dream Trip: I made a lot of German friends while they did the exchange program last year in Australia. I’d love to travel around Germany in the winter and visit them all and travel around their cities and just spend time with them as it’s very far and seems like such a beautiful country with wonderful people

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[ao3feed-dirkjake]

Dirk x Jake [Haircut]

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2E780NS

by HARDCOREPROCESS

Jake's shaved down his hair a bit, and Dirk appreciates it.

Words: , Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 18 of HCP Tumblr Ficlets

Fandoms: Homestuck

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dirk Strider, Jake English

Relationships: Jake English/Dirk Strider

Additional Tags: Trichophilia, Naphephilia, Body Worship, Haircuts, Explicit Sexual Content, Ficlet

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2E780NS

#ao3feed #fanfic #jakedirk #fanfic references #homestuck #fic #fanfiction

[readingontheroof]

I'm that white girl whose middle name is Rose😂

It’s always rose. or marie. always. sometimes u meet a sophie 

#answered #naphephilia

[ragesharkbritain]

Happy birthday! (:

thank you!

#naphephilia

[luxluci]

Happy birthday! 💕

thank youuu! :)

#mar answers stuff #naphephilia

[hardcoreprocess]

anonymous asked: Rosemary but Rose isn't prepared for the minutes-long gallon-of-cum orgasm that comes with blowing her gf

Open legs, pert ass pressed to wrinkled sheets, her hands stroking both with something in cahoots with glee. Underneath and over, Rose's hands on a soft belly, worshipping Kanaya's subtle paunch, and the crooks of her arms are weighed by pliant thighs. Jade flesh undulates before her, barely three inches, desperate to twine with Rose's tongue as it teases the slick creases around a plump sheathe.

Adorable.

Chattering Alternian gives way to soft moans, perfectly pitched voice going reedy with want. "Rose... Oh, please..." Kanaya beseeches her lover, reaching. Long fingers tangle in blonde hair, brush against flushed ears. When heat envelopes the tip of her bulge, her eyes slipped fully closed. Something like bliss, undercut with starvation.

Eagerness doesn't even begin to describe what bubbles up in Rose, driving an urge to fit the whole of Kanaya's bulge into her mouth. There it stretches, seeking her throat, curling just over the back of her tongue. Shuddering with sensations, she presses close until the first dribbles of pure salty-sweet— not errant lubricant seeping from the shaft— can't be tasted.

"Close— Ohh, Rose, I'm so—" is her only warning. Beautiful legs cross behind her head, interlock to keep Rose snugly in place when the first pulse comes. Amusement scrunches her expression, throat contracting with each timed swallow, delighted to help her beloved through an orgasm.

Except it—

keeps coming?

Flex after flex after flex of the pretty tendril; she's lost the rhythm. Cheeks bulge slightly between desperate attempts to suck air down, gulps of slurry. Startled, every breath huffed the moment tight lungs can spare the oxygen. Obliviously, Kanaya humps down against her face intermittently. Clearly ecstatic and thrashing with arousal and—

Rose can hardly argue with the puddle of slick between her own thighs, lips breaking their seal around alien cock in an unconscious grin.

#answer process #writing process #homesmut #rose x kanaya #mouthing off #mouth partialism #partialism #naphephilia

[hardcoreprocess]

@broromantic asked: Oh oh, mayhaps if you're doing prompts, BroMomDave with Daves ultimate mommy/daddy fantasy?

"I can't sleep." Muttered, softly, from the doorway with one hand still gripping the doorknob. Yellow pools from the hall, shadowing and highlighting the occupied bed.

Looking into the room, decked as it is in equal measure with puppets and wizards, he feels a sense of comfort. Most people would call it creepy as shit, maybe feel watched. Dave isn’t a little bitch— about that, at least —and ignores the lurking peanut gallery in favor of being acknowledged.

Predictably, Bro sits up first. The lightest sleeper known to man blinks, focuses, puffs mussed blond hair out of his heavy eyes. One hand comes up, the other still planted on the bed. Beckoning, quiet, confident that Dave will nearly trip over the threshold to get closer. Which, yeah. Of course he does, of course he moves as quickly as he can, until that sleep-warm palm cups the side of his face.

On the other side of the bed, Mom slowly rises onto one elbow. She’s rubbing the heel of her palm into her eyes until Dave registers. Immediately, her face crinkles into a smile that makes his heart fucking soar. He can’t climb over Bro fast enough, nearly falling into the cleavage her cheesy nightgown creates. Actually, he does, planting his face between her tits with a soft groan. 

Mom asks him, sweet and soft, “Do you need to talk?” A shake of his head, a turn of his face, Dave snuffles against one breast until his eyes stop fucking watering. “Just need some snuggles with Mommy?” Does she even need to ask, he wonders, before throwing one leg over the swell of her hip. Bro smirks, obvious in the low huff-laugh that washes over Dave’s nape. It’s too fucking hot. Their bodies press together, bracketing him between soft and firm, hips to hips to hips.

“There you go, baby.” She cups his head, holding it against her chest, and God does his mouth water. Mom smells clean, almost powdery. She smells like her favorite discount body lotion. The blankets are pulled high, Bro’s fingers slipping down to push past the waistband of Dave’s sleep shorts. “Just let Daddy take care of everything, okay? You can snuggle all you want.”

There are lips on his forehead. Tender, brief exchanges, touches slipping into his awareness just as fast as they disappear. He shudders, he grips tighter, pulls her gown down to put his tongue to work. The heat melts Dave into blissful, dozing sleep, lulled between fingers stroking his cock and hair just out of sync.

#homesmut #beta bro x dave #beta mom x dave #beta bro x beta mom #beta bro x beta mom x dave #hcp beta mom lalonde #hcp beta bro strider #hcp dave strider #naphephilia #domestiphilia #partialism #chest partialism #submission #somnophilia #writing process #answer process #blacklist

[hardcoreprocess]

anonymous asked: dirkjake roadhead? ilysm

It's a little— distracting. Actually, that's putting it mildly and he's actually a little surprised they’re still intact. Allowing Dirk's honey-amber convincing— rich words and even richer eyes —got the better of his better judgement! But it's already quite difficult to keep his cock out the man's mouth, without being asked for it, and—

When his beloved gives him those yearning glances with his lips parted just so... with long fingers hooked through Jake's beltloops...

He could say no. And he often does! When something pings his radar outside the comfort they strive to preserve, it's an immediate halt to all things arousing. Aside from Dirk himself, whose desirable aura permeates his person no matter what. But... well, he's admittedly curious! Sue him! The element of danger is a sweet siren call to an adventurer of Jake English's grit!

As is the idea that Dirk is so desperate for his cum that he'd be willing to risk life and limb for it.

So, can he really be blamed for participating in this? Going hazy at the edges, grip tight around the steering wheel and foot kept steady out of sheer forceful willpower on a long stretch of Texas freeway, unable to look down—

Because he will absolutely overturn the both of them into a ditch, were he able to see the deed be done.

And anyway, the expression of divine worship Dirk Strider makes when a cock is threading itself down his throat has long since seared into his mind's eye. Horrifically arousing, just to envision, just to think about. Maybe he shouldn't be doing that while desperately focused on the road.

The warm, slick sounds of his lover choking are temptation incarnate. All the way down to the hilt— struggling for air when he does come up, which is very rare. Swaying hips, rolling against nothing in search of friction. All too obvious in Jake's peripheral. All while strewn across the center console.

Fuck. He needs to pull over now. Can't risk blowing his seed over the blond's face without being able to see how it knocks Dirk absolutely senseless.

#homesmut #dirk x jake #hcp dirk strider #hcp jake english #roadhead #mouthing off #mouth partialism #partialism #naphephilia #writing process #typing process

[hardcoreprocess]

A quick sketch commission of some nonsexual kink.

#original charackter #nsfOC #hcp deyora #hcp nomark #naphephilia #tickling #drawing process

[hardcoreprocess]

anonymous asked: troll horns arent an erogenous zone, disappointingly. but! someone finds another very effective spot on their troll partner. where is it?

It's fully an accident, the first time.

Jake rests one hand against Vriska's shoulder, letting it slip to her nape as he attempts to peer over her shoulder. The troll’s hard at work, tinkering away some invention or another. It's hardly uncommon to see her "borrowing" Dirk's space to twiddle on circuitry, and habitual nosiness is very difficult business to nip in the bud.

He will say, it’s very strange that his cerulean acquaintance hasn’t lashed out yet, snarling about personal space and good manners. (Though he might object to the insinuation he has no courtesy!) Jake's at a loss now, braced for an elbow to the chest or— perhaps a colorful swear? Instead, Vriska's hands have gone still. Just like the rest of her, actually.

Listing to the side, once he realizes that she’s barely breathed, Jake aims to catch a glimpse of...

Oh!

With glassy eyes, Vriska stares straight ahead, not even twitching when his palm flexes. Curiously, Jake... draws that very same hand back, giving her about an inch of breathing room. So to speak! With cheeks flushed deepest cerulean, her hazy eyes slowly clear, her sharp ears lowered. A glance over, out of the corner of her eye.

The furrow of Vriska’s brow creates a thorough pout, even if her thighs squirm together when Jake— experimenting —strokes at the sensitive skin just below her hairline. Immediately, she’s still and distant all over again. Her lips part in a whisper, something like, “Jake...” that sounds so— inviting. And, well...

He never has been able to keep his hands or attentions to himself for long.

#homesmut #jake x vriska #hcp jake english #hcp vriska serket #naphephilia #submission #subspace #exophilia #writing process #answer process

[hardcoreprocess]

Grimdark Rose converting someone. AKA Dave.

Slick ink pours over his skin, cool as a riverstone, in the form of her seeking tongue. The long curve of Dave's throat is anointed, soon to be attended again— after sharp white teeth and their coal black gums sink into the meat of his shoulder. Uneven groans escape him, tugged free by sensation and expectation.

Acrid air taints every pant, filling his lungs with ash, sweet decay. Dry as time-brittle bones, as his half-open mouth, as the spaces between Dave's ribs. He jerks when wet returns, laced with poison, infiltration of the most vile order. It pools against his stomach, maybe inside of it, dangerously tempting. A reminder. Her fingers wrap take hold— smooth, almost too much— in a coordinated pull on his cock. The smile stretching around his tender shaft is a sinister one.

"Please..." slips out— it's what he can manage. Death is overwhelming, cloying, always a close neighbor to his psyche. But here? Among dark nails, lips, eyes? His ego cuts itself down, born under pleasure's domain.

It feels too good. Denial is weak, and so is he.

Trembling now, filled with aches, warm thighs are splayed apart to make room for new gods. Sitting in his pelvis, like a fresh beginning just waiting to be written— carved into the marrow of each finger —is not-heat and not-real and not-Rose.

No answer comes. Not from her. But— her familiar voice, layering and doubling infinitely, speaks from all corners of the deep nothing. They speak to him, honeyed and plying, dubiously trustworthy. Not evil, nor dark, nor cruel. This is a wholesome, deliberate shadow; pulling him closer, closer, closer to the very definition of beloved.

Dave's cock is welcomed into Rose, who sits astride him as though laying claim to a throne. Charcoal lathes at his fingertips, delicious and affectionate. An invitation to the black betwixt stars, the empty within everything, accepted by grateful arms.

#blacklist #writing process #corruption #dubious consent #power dynamics #naphephilia #religious cumfliction #hcp grimdark #hcp grimdark rose lalonde #hcp rose lalonde #hcp dave strider #dave x rose #homesmut

[hardcoreprocess]

anonymous asked: hal and roxy having fun with hal's new robot body

“Silicone composite,” Hal says breathily, eyes cast down on Roxy’s hands as they knead and tug gently, fondling his lovingly molded tits with purpose. She affixes the automaton with a pout, puffed out cheeks, at being interrupted before asking her question. However, he’s awarded a pass for this, if only because he's sunk down between her spread legs. Kneeling, leaning into her touch.

Because, lest it be forgotten, he's letting her fondle his new tits. "They're so soft.” Roxy’s pushing the overly long shirt up higher before she even finishes talking, pulling gently on faux-flushed nipples. The attention to detail is incredible. Her attentions spur gasps, moans, relaxed hands becoming tight fists atop the bedsheets on either side of Roxy’s hips.

Hal grunts, his brows slanting upwards, inwards, at the stimulation. "Feels good, huh? Letting me play with your tits?" A proper reply isn’t even attempted, not when he can just reach beneath Roxy's skir, palm smoothing over her stiff cock.

The android's tongue flicks out, darting over his lips, backlit eyes curved into an impish smile. All while he tugs her panties down, coaxing her dick into his field of vision. Precum smears over his thumb, twisting pleasure in her gut as  he leans forward. Eagerly, he presses her cock between his breasts, holding them snug against twitching, flushed skin.

Roxy, helpless, ruts into this new friction, reveling in the snug not-warmth, watching her cock tent Hal’s borrowed T-shirt until pre leaks out of the fabric.

#homesmut #hal x roxy #hcp trans lil hal #hcp lil hal #hcp trans roxy lalonde #hcp roxy lalonde #partialism #chest partialism #dominance #mechanophilia #robophilia #naphephilia #power dynamics #writing process #answer process