#I need to get freakier

[bixels]

new new year’s resolution in light of recent events is to draw more self-indulgent queer kink art.

[eebie]

[cryobabiess]

Pairing: Emperor Caracalla x concubine!reader

Summary: After a public tantrum at a senator's gathering, Geta sends Caracalla's most beloved concubine to comfort his mad brother. Tags: hurt/comfort, slightly NSFW, implied/mentioned sex, Caracalla has serious mommy issues, nipple play, breastfeeding :/ (sorry), short fic, Caracalla is obsessed with your big naturals I guess idk AN: I'm not sure if there's any Otessa Moshfegh enjoyers out there, but this lil mini fic is inspired by Lapvona. Caracalla's man-child vibe reminded me of Merek, so naturally I had to write the most strange and off-putting fic to satisfy my weird-girl impulses. Enjoy, freaks!

Hurt by his brother’s callous words, the divine emperor Caracalla had fled the senator’s banquet in a fit of rage. It only takes a single tense glance from Emperor Geta for you to receive his silent command to follow after his mad brother. It does not take long to find him.

Like always, he hides away under a golden table tucked in the far corner of the throne room. His sniveling echoes off the tall marble walls. You slowly approach his curled up form, as if not to startle a wild hare.

“Caracalla. You must come out now.” You call his name softly.

“I will not.” He croaks through his tears, turning his back towards you. With a sigh, you sink to your knees, extending your open arms towards him.

You wait for Caracalla to find his sense. After a few moments, He finally turns to you to reveal his face—pale, rosy, and wet.

“Has brother sent you to scold me? I am no child!” Spite coats his words. You smile at the absurdity. He could order your head on a pike if he so pleased, but prefers for you to indulge his brooding. A god-king with the whims of a spurned child.

“No, I do not seek to scold, little prince. Come now, so that I may hold you.”

And with that, the emperor crawls to you.

He settles into your arms and you cradle his torso, the luxurious fabric of his ornate robes pooling at your lap. His cheek rests atop your bosom like a newborn babe—he weeps like one too.

“It is unjust! Brother always has the last word, yet I am eldest!” Caracalla laments, his tears wet the bodice of your stola.

You use your free hand to smooth tendrils of copper hair away from his damp face. A tantrum of this magnitude was not uncommon for the young emperor, though you often wondered how a man could display such behaviors at the age of twenty and one. Caracalla was distinctly tender, despite his blood lust. His ego was delicate, easily wounded by Geta’s pragmatism and rigid sensibility.

“He wishes to be rid of me, I know it.” He sniffles, his hand reaching to fiddle with the pendant resting at the base of your neck. You smile softly despite growing weary of this routine.

“Don’t be without reason, mea dulcis. You are invaluable to Rome and all her subjects. Geta speaks without tact when he is cross. You must know this too, hmm?”

Caracalla thinks for a moment, brows knitting together in contemplation.

“He is unkind. It should have been him to suffer in the womb, not I.”

You can’t help but laugh at his juvenile description of his brother's malicious cruelty. Frustration flashes across Caracalla’s face as water threatens to brim his eyes again.

“Peace, my lamb. No more tears.” You coo, using a thumb to swipe away at the wetness—but it is too late. Your laughter invited a new wave of angry tears. He buries his face in your breasts, jeweled fingers dragging down the fabric of your stola. His mouth quickly finds your nipple. You hiss, resisting the urge to pull him away from your flesh.

It brings the emperor great comfort to suckle you. Geta had explained Caracalla’s affliction once before.

“Our own mother denied him her breast; she believed him to be cursed. Perhaps he held on to that trangression. He called for a wet nurse until the age of ten and two. My brother has always suffered from madness, you see.”

You had taken prior notice of this habit. After he fucks you like an animal in heat, he often drifts back to your tit, lazily sucking and nibbling until sleep takes him. You thought nothing of it until emperor Geta revealed it’s cause to you.

And though you had no milk to bear, tranquility came over the man as if he had been fed. Eyes closed and breath even, he plays with a tendril of your hair as he rolls your swollen nipple in his hot mouth—lost in bliss. It is odd, but you pity him. With his lips so flush against you and his expression finally at peace, one could forget the madness, the carnage, the rage.

Sometime later, Caracalla regains his composure, standing straight with his shoulders back, returning to a proud and stately posture. He crudely wipes the spit from his chin with the back of his hand.

“You will attend to me in my chambers tonight.” He commands before returning to the festivities.

[moraxsthrone]

nsfw. MDNI. x f!reader.

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wriothesley binding your wrists with his tie is all well and good...

but what about when he ties it around your ankles before lifting them in the air? his leaking cock bounces when he catches sight of your swollen pussy lips sticking out between the fat of your trembling thighs. he's got a firm grip on the makeshift restraint, keeping your legs up when they want to give out. with his free hand he guides his cock to your slit, spreading your wet lips open around his fat tip as he slowly pushes inside you. you cry out at the fullness of the stretch, your legs shaking on his shoulder as he wraps his hands over your hips to steady you.

"fuck, so warm and tight, baby..." wrio groans, working his cock in deeper with slow thrusts until his heavy balls are pressing against your taint. "gonna fuck my shape into you..."

he fucks you long and hard, making you twist and white-knuckle the fabric beneath you, your eyes rolling back as his strong thighs slap into you. holding his shirt up with his teeth and your ankles together with his tie, the duke watches while your wet, puffy lips suck and give on his creamy, thick length.

[crookedwolf1974]

I feel like I should be posting more snippets of strollonso fics or ideas and stuff that I have but my chronic fear of being perceived in a way I cannot control hmmmm holds me back me thinks….so my terrible little ideas and deranged thoughts and nsfw ideas and snippets and fics in general I leave behind in my little hole as I crawl out to pretend I am a normal member of the f1 rpf society

[harvestmoth]

anyways back to toxic yuri. kind of (not really)

[tanasha-not-yet]

oh no a bird of thought may or may not have gotten into the empty cage of my brain

unfortunately the thought was 'yo but what if riding that triple stryke dagur kept the braid.. . the tails kinda look like braids.. . .... theyd match.. .' and it.. didnt get any more clear. whiiiich didnt stop me i mean ?

[starbuck]

every time i check the black sails tag it’s just people saying things that are technically true, but that’s as far as they take it?? What about the ritual sacrifice? the symbolic goat deaths? the murder rope?? zombie house???? we used to have fun on here…

[honeycrispjamz]

parkinglot would 100% have period sex and make it a cult thing 🚬

NO FR FR…. I wanted to add that onto my first post but I held back cause I knew the real freaks would be in my inbox soon enough 🫶🙂‍↕️

I could see Lottie curled up on the floor of the cabin/her hut, cradling her stomach as the cramps pass over her like waves crashing into the jagged side of a mountain,,, Van kneeling next to her, brows furrowed as they run a hand through Lottie’s hair and shush her pained whines,,,

Van begging Lottie to let them take her pain away the only way they know how,,,,,, it starts with just Van’s palm pressed against Lottie’s stomach, a warm compress meant to soothe, and then it escalates into fingers dragging over her cunt, soft circles over Lottie’s clit as Van whispers sweet things into her ear…. ‘We need you to feel better, Lot. Let yourself sink into it, yeah? Do it for me, for us.’

Van pulling their hand back only to see it coated in blood— instinctively they lick their hand clean, like all this blood/pain was meant just for them, a gift for their devotion. Lottie lets them undress her, only because they do it with such reverence it never feels like she’s being stripped. Instead, it feels like she’s being bathed in pure gold, Van’s rough hands running up her thighs as they kiss at her stomach… the ginger letting out the smallest sigh as they finally taste Lottie, blood coating the bottom of their face like spilt wine,,,,

Don’t even get me started on the nasty piss kink they would definitely have… when I said Van wants to consume every part of Lottie I meant it,,,

[sapphictea]

Detective AU – PWP – finger face fucking

@ragnarockz and @lilithschosen this is your fault <3

[meyerlansky]

you ever go in the tags of a kink post that broke containment like "oh you guys are BORING boring actually huh"

[momett]

fun fact of the day: ven AKA stirringjuice outed a trans person against their will and used their gender against them in order to claim they were a groomer (hm i wonder why they'd specifically accuse a transfem person of grooming?), among other things!

[vodka-and-ocs]

hey guys is it gay to drag your frenzied party member by the hair and shove their face in a puddle of blood ?...

[tigerplushh]

am I starting to understand what the 5 makima fans in this universe see in her or do I need to go to bed

[bcdwclves]

i'm currently clearin' stuff out from my USB & icon stuff, but gotta tell y'all, i'll be tacklin' addin' even MORE hung femboy manlets to this account. gonna be up to your eyeballs in hung, knee-swangin' femboys. and one hunk, size-difference-horny-inducing, barrel-chested fuck-machine daddy.

[citrine-elephant]

so yall like leon kennedy all tied up and whimpering, huh?