#NSFT under the cut!

[faeriehighfemme]

oh nothing just imagining me spread out lazily on our couch, legs wide, robe spilling open to reveal my nipples peaked, glistening with spit and sensitive. my fingers move nonchalantly, circling my sticky swollen clit, long nails over-stimulating the tender nerves there. i stare at the door with glazed eyes, hazy head playing out scene after scene of my big bad butch coming home to have their way with me.

maybe i’d hear the lock turn while edging, desperately trying to hold back from cumming just from the sight of you. the strain is nearly headache inducing, a pulsing sensation only intensified as my hungry gaze meets yours. you’d drop your bag, unclip your carabiner and toss your keys. i’d whimper at the sound of your belt unbuckling, hot tears welling in my eyes. “started without me?” you’d say breathlessly. “you know better.” my heart would pound as i watch your rings slide off and hit the table. belt in your free hand, you kneel to inspect me, knuckles roughly pushing my pussy lips apart. your breath on my labia makes me gasp. “oh,” you’d whisper. for a moment you’d simply stare, smiling, then suddenly, smack smack smack. three sharp slaps right on my clit. i wouldn’t be able to stop myself from crying out. “shh, shh, hush baby. it’ll be over soon. just hold still.” that wasn’t true though. it was only beginning. when you were ready, when you saw that i just couldn’t take anymore, the belt you so hastily removed earlier would come in handy…

or maybe you’d walk in while i was drooling, fingers down my throat, desperately wishing they were yours. you’d look me over slowly, shaking your head. “silly thing,” you’d tease. “you’re doing it all wrong.” i’d clench tight around nothing as you cracked your knuckles. you’d come to move my hand away, so softly, taking a moment to swipe your thumb over my puffy bottom lip. “missed me that much huh?” i’d nod eagerly. before giving me what i needed you’d run two fingers up my slit, collecting as much of my nectar as you could. you’d grip my jaw firmly and make my hazy eyes meet yours. my lips would part instinctively, tongue lolling towards your familiar touch. “go on princess,” you’d murmur. with your permission i’d take the fingers of your free hand in my mouth, greedily. “there, there, i’m here now baby,” you’d coo, almost condescendingly. “i’ll remind you how to fingerfuck your pretty mouth properly.”

you might get home to find i wasn’t so patient. you’d see me draped on the sofa drenched in sweat squirt and slobber, grinning tiredly at you as if i won some secret game. the dark look on your face would only cause my smile to grow. “bunny…” you’d growl. “that was a mistake.” soon you’d be between my legs, base deep and thrusting steady, slow as you please. in and out, in and out, almost torturously languid. i’d try to buck my hips, desperate to speed things up, but your arm would keep them pinned down. “no, no. you don’t get to set the pace, bunny.” you’d keep your rhythm, now the one smirking. “you lost that privilege.”

so much to think about… is that the door i hear?

[weepingscope]

Postal dudes at sucking dick, best to worst:

P4 - the oldest > the most experienced > the best. He's got the technique down and he's relaxed and chill about it. You can get as involved as you want or just let him work it's all good. Too much THC in his system for any gag reflex. His happy place. Help him up when hes done tho his knees hurt

P2 - He might call you a slur. And he's not exactly the eager to please type. Still, he's actually surprisingly good at it, even if he's trying to play it off like it's no big deal the whole time. Voted most likely to pull a gun on you while your cock is in his mouth. Unspoken rizz to p3's sexual harassment.

P3 - He WILL give your dick a nickname and it will be obnoxious. Very satisfying to slap him in the face with it tho. Even more satisfying to shut him up and see him choke. He will be smiling about it the whole time. It's somehow a competition and he is not good at it but to his credit he IS trying to win.

P1 - the youngest > the least experienced > the worst. He's awkward and self conscious and if you cross over certain (invisible, impossible to tell what set him off) lines, he will bite you. And storm off. Plus you couldnt make him tie his hair back for a million dollars so thats in his mouth too. Sometimes responds well to gentle encouragement and reassurance. Sometimes he doesn't. Good luck.

[just-french-me-up]

If you'd still like Dreamling kiss prompts, how about 7 or 17?

@martybaker asked : Hello, your fics are so lovely! May I humbly request ‘A kiss to shut them up’ if you’re still taking prompts? 👉👈 @anonymous asked : Thoughts on dreamling 7 or 17 (to shut them up or to distract - maybe even both at once?) for the kiss prompts?

We're shutting him up, yall! This is a Retired!Dream one, in which Dream struggles with the human body and human condition, and can't see how he can measure up to his old self in Hob's eyes. Angsty you say? Deceivingly horny I raise you! I kept this sorta M rated but... hey if there's more to come *winkwink* who knows?

The human body was a curious thing. It required constant attention, fluids, fuel, maintenance, care. And yet it was so... limiting. Morpheus could still remember how it felt, to think of a place and feel the ground shift under his feet without ever having to move. There had been no hunger then. No thirst. No itching, for his skin had never had the notion that it could be too dry.

If he had ever felt those things, it had been because he had chosen to.

Now the world imposed itself to him, there wasn't much of a choice.

Urges baffled him the most. The dryness coating his mouth on a particularly hot day, his mind conjuring up images of cold, condensation-weeping bottles. The drowsiness taking hold of him after dinner, weighing on his eyelids. The burning, devouring heat flaring in his abdomen as Hob would step out of the shower, a towel lazily tied around his hips, the line of hair trailing down his navel guiding Morpheus' gaze downwards.

It was a strange thing, to be overcome by such sensations. An infuriating thing, really. He ought to be able to resist them. He had been able to resist them, once, to ignore them, dismiss them into nothing if he so chose. How vexing it was, to be a creature of wants and needs, when your existence had been nothing but careful control.

He would not tell Hob, but he could not help but feel... lesser. How clever could his mind be, now that he only had access to his own? How good could his hands be, he who had been able to breathe life into dream clay, fashion lands and castles with a single thought? How pleasing could his touch be, now that he was barred from his lover's unconscious? How could he compare to who and what he had been, once?

They had not made love ever since his encounter with the Kindly Ones. Hob had never pushed, reading Morpheus far better than Morpheus ever could, now. There had been times, here and there, when Morpheus had thought they would, with lingering kisses growing deeper, embraces in bed tighter, but something had held him back. Some bitter gnawing feeling at the pit of his stomach. Yet another thing he could not seem to control.

Yet he wanted. Desperately, frustratingly so. The most mundane things would strike him as the most erotic sights he could fathom. Hob drinking his coffee in the morning, his Adam's apple bobbing as he'd swallow. Hob reading the day's papers, his gaze intent, focused. Hob reaching up to grab this or that from a cupboard, his shirt riding up and showing his navel, while his tired pajama bottoms hung from his hips, revealing the slight dips there, a hint of hair...

Morpheus' body would betray him often, subjecting him to fantasies and erections that, much like the rest, he held little control over. Unlike food, lust was a hunger he never seemed to satisfy. It only grew.

If Hob had ever caught him staring, he never said anything. Instead, he was highly skilled at noticing when Morpheus' mind would start spinning on itself, feeding the loop of existential dread looming over him. He had taken to giving Morpheus tasks, then, something to focus on. Although it would not quite clear the storm, it muffled it somewhat.

Perhaps he'd sensed another one of Morpheus' spirals that night, when his voice rose from the bedroom.

"Oh, bollocks! Love? Might need a hand here."

As he stepped inside the bedroom, Morpheus found Hob standing by the mirror, struggling with his button-up. He flashed a quick contrite smile at him, emphatically tugging at the fabric.

"Can't manage to button those buggers off," he explained.

"Allow me."

The human condition was one thing, but buttons he could handle. Morpheus' touch was methodical, surgical almost, as he focused on the task at hand, yet three buttons later, he could not help but feel his focus slip. He could feel Hob's warmth under his fingertips. His heartbeat. As he breathed in, Hob's scent filled his lungs, distracting him further. By the time he was done with the shirt, his mind had gone elsewhere.

Hob wore an undershirt, a thin, almost see-through thing. It required barely any effort to see his chest in spite of the fabric. Morpheus' eyes trailed down, heat flushing his cheeks. Mindlessly, his thumb traced the line of hair down Hob's abdomen, his mouth filled with want. He could feel hot breath against his lips. Humans were not meant to withstand such hunger.

They were kissing before Morpheus could articulate another thought, Hob's mouth warm and soft against his, the coarse brush of his stubble adding fuel to the fire overtaking him. No doubt Hob had meant for this to be tender, but Morpheus was famished, taking, and taking, and taking all that was offered until his lungs might explode. He found himself gasping against Hob, nose to nose, forehead to forehead.

"Hey," Hob whispered, gentle to a fault. "It's okay. There's no rush."

Morpheus swallowed hard, feverishly catching his breath. Hob's palm was invitingly cool against his cheek.

"I will keep," he continued. "We don't have to―"

"I want to," Morpheus rasped, weeks of frustration pushing the words out of him. "I want you. I just―"

"Just what?"

The patience in his voice was the lifeline Morpheus held onto as he sighed, embarrassment flooding through him.

"This form, it feels... finite. Flawed. Lacking."

Fallible, he did not say. He watched as Hob's eyes grew round, ridicule joining embarrassment.

"Duck―"

"I am not as I once was," he continued, overcome with the need to justify himself. "I am no longer suited to anticipate your every want. I can not satisfy you to the degree I once could. Everything I have to offer is bound to disappoint in comparison."

Hob's stare felt heavy, too heavy for Morpheus to hold, but as he looked away, Hob took his chin between his fingers, directing his gaze back to him.

"Love, I―. Sex is not about making some kind of... of ranking."

"Your unconscious would rank it, regardless."

"Fuck my unconscious. It's my conscious self who wants you, magic dick or not."

The corners of Hob's mouth twitched at his own joke, but seriousness soon took over.

"I love you," he said, prompting Morpheus to look away again. "I love you. I would love you Endless, I would love you human, I would love you if you were a tentacled monster and hell, you've been that before if you'd recall!"

Morpheus fought back the smile creeping up on his lips.

"I never cared how we'd fuck. Well, I did, but― I did because it was you. I wanted to be with you. I still do."

Hob sighed, and they stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other.

"At least now we know that mind of yours is well and truly yours and not a Dream of the Endless exclusive."

"An unfortunate discovery."

Hob's hand settled on Morpheus' waist, his thumb brushing the fabric of his shirt.

"I do want you," he said. "Whenever you're ready. If ever. But I don't want you holding back because you've convinced yourself I may not enjoy it well enough, according to some cosmic standard you've set for yourself."

Morpheus nodded slowly, his own thumb back to tracing the happy trail on Hob's stomach.

"I have always found you pleasing enough, after all," he dared, shooting a tentative look at Hob. "As human as you are."

Hob made a face, pulling him closer by the waist.

"Your compliments need work, duck. But I do think there's a silver lining to this whole human condition you are overlooking."

"Is that so?"

Hob smirked at him, fully conscious of how devilishly handsome that made him. He had had, after all, centuries to hone those skills. How long would it take him?

"You no longer have access to my unconscious, right?"

"I do not."

"Which means you can no longer anticipate my every want, as you said."

Now that was rubbing salt into the wound.

"Yes," he conceded with a frown.

"Well imagine how arousing it is, my love," Hob said, his eyes darker by the second, "to be able to surprise you."

A warm shiver went down Morpheus' spine, sending his pulse into a frantic race. He swallowed thickly, holding Hob's gaze.

"How arousing?"

"Very. Cock-achingly, one might say."

Morpheus glanced down, finding Hob's trousers tight, his hard cock pressing against the fabric, making his knees weak. The human body truly was weak in the most delicious way.

"I could dare you to surprise me," he teased back, his breathing loud in his ears.

"You could."

Gods, that mouth of his, Morpheus was quite certain he could be undone from that tone alone. But still.

"But should you find me displeasing, you ought to―"

The rest of his words were swallowed into a kiss, unheard and discarded, replaced by tender sighs and wanting hands, and after a while, Morpheus found he'd forgotten what they even were, his mind blissfully blank save for pleasure.

The human body was a curious thing. A highly pleasing thing, at times.

Send me a kissing prompt?

[prettymediocrewizard]

Going to keep these guriten sketches under a cut (18+) 💕

[petshopbutch]

thinking....thinking a LOT about sadism... i rlly want to play around with another masochistic girl, our domme watching us and directing me on how best to hurt her:

how many times to spank her when shes laid out across my lap, and if i should hit her with a paddle or a brush or my belt or our dommes belt or just my hands. sucking and twisting and biting at her tits until her nipples are puffy, oversensitive, and then putting clothespins on them. leaving bite marks on her stomach, neck, thighs.

pinning her to the bed by her throat as i edge her to the point of tears, fingers toying with the head of her leaky aching-hard cock. i smack her on the cheek with my hand coated in her precum when she starts to whine a lil too much. and once our domme has decided she's had enough, and ONLY then, i flip my girl onto her stomach, pull the cute lil plug out of her ass, just to push my strap inside of her instead. at first slow and careful, gripping their hips tight enough to bruise, but our domme gets bored and demands i quicken my pace even if theyre not ready for it, even if it makes their heady moans turn into whines and then screams.

i want a girl sobbing under me, begging to cum around my cock. i want to remind her its not up to me, ask Her, taking a fistful of her hair and lifting her head just enough to turn her to face our domme. and she does, says please please please so breathy and fucked-out and pretty and again, its only when our domme gives us permission that i reach down and stroke her through her overstimulated hardwon orgasm , that she's allowed to cum, shaking apart in my hands.

as soon as she's done - sweaty and panting and tear-soaked and limp in our bed - our domme and i are there to comfort her. to stroke her hair, ice her bruises, kiss her slap-red cheek and her tortured chest. for the rest of the night its all vanilla. aftercare. cuddling. sweet gentle touches. telling her what a good job she did taking my cock and following Her orders.

its not until the next day that our domme decides to reward me for following Her direction so well. by doing to me everything She had me do to our girl the night before.

[neallo]

tobacco tongue

rating: M | category: F/M | words: 800

When Halle wakes up, her resolve is stone: she is not going to fuck Matt again. -- In which Halle swears it's the last time (for the fifth time).

for @dnkinktober day 1 (smoking) and @deathnotetober day 2 (SPK)

[bhaalbaaby]

I don’t know who else to curse with my knowledge so you will receive it.

I know both Astarion and Halsin would be obsessed with period sex. Like they would get giddy when that time of the month came around and they knew they would get to “help” their partner.

hahah thank you for thinking of me with this knowledge because i feel the same.

i feel like astarion's obsession would be more low-key but not surprising because he's a vampire and it is blood lol. he'd know when it's that time because he can smell it and at first he'd just mention knowing it's that time of the month, testing the waters on how comfortable tav may be with their menses and stuff. if they're open he would tiptoe around asking if they'd be interested in letting him eat them out (something about drinking their blood without biting them) lol and it's just so erotic and intimate that he gets excited every time he can sense it's back lol. he also likes that it does help his partner with easing the pain and stuff that comes along with it and sorta messes with his mind that sex can be healing ;-;;

halsin would mask it under being very concerned about their partner's wellbeing during the whole time. anything they need, he's got it and he doesn't even hesitate to bring up physical activities they could try to help ease the pain and discomfort. i feel like if his partner forgot to tell him they're on their period when they're getting frisky halsin would just stare at them point blank and be like "I'm a grown man." And wouldn't hesitate going down on them and giving them his all like usual. he would also come back around and share a lot of natural methods he's came upon in his many years to help his partner too. he definitely sees this time as a beautiful rebirth lol

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

A majority of the fandom also seen Vince’s tape and I just found out that he hosted his own stripper contest in the early 2000s

Hi again :) sorry I got into rambling territory so I put this under a cut, hope you don't mind 😅 also talk of some nsft things (obviously,so be warned)

Yes I'm aware of Vince's tape, but I had no idea he hosted a stripper contest aswell??, can't say I'm surprised though it fits in with his general image of over sexualizing everything he's ever been apart of, I think it's a bit of a complex of his at this point to make everything so overtly about sex all the time- because I think he subconsciously feels that the only reason he ever gained any kind of fame or notoriety was because of his personal sex appeal and he's been put in this position where he is constantly told that the reason he was picked to be Mötleys singer was because of his looks and how he brought in woman. And he became very successful by being this ethereally gorgeous sexual defiant womanizer character that as he got older and his looks started to fade a bit, as everyone's does with age, I feel he's become even more reliant on this aspect of his character, because I personally think he feels a bit purposeless now, as he's not the pretty boy singer bringing in the crowd by the dozens anymore and if he isn't that then really what is he at all? Well then he's just a sexual debutante.

I also think he does this as a surreal escape of some kind. Sex has always been a way for Vince to stop his brain from overthinking and so with all the new added on stress of his life of not really knowing what he is anymore, and the possible looming threat of being kicked from the band a second time in his life because he feels he no longer has a way of being useful for Nikki and Tommy (because he saw what happened to Mick the second it was decided he wasn't of use anymore) and that makes him try to escape to the physical world so he doesn't have to deal with these complex thoughts he knows he has but doesn't think about long enough to actually process. He doesn't want to think he wants to feel. Vince is naturally a sensory seeking person.

Omg look at me turning your ask into a short essay about Vince, honestly I could go on and on but I better not to save everyone's sanity, again thank you so much for the ask, I always enjoy answering these:))))

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Ghoulette prompts you say?

Sunshine and Aurora getting up to no good in Cumulus' bed and she walks in on them.

This is a bit all over the place but in my defense, I- oh my god look over there 👉, she's taking her cock out!!

🏃

Mild intox kink, coitus interruptus, descriptions of drinking.

“Unholy fuck-” Someone groans and Aurora closes her eyes, puts all her focus into drinking down what's left. It feels like she's been at this  hours, her throat working endlessly, arms trembling with the strain of keeping steady.

“That's my fuckin girl!” Swiss says from somewhere to her left. “Just look at her go!”

“She's perfect for it.” Someone else replies. An older ghoul. “Light weight but not a lightweight.’

Fingers dimple her calf as Aurora swallows the last drop and pulls away from the tap. She coughs and blinks, trying to focus on the face in front of her but that's when whoever’s holding her up on the keg starts to lower her down and the alcohol makes the world swirl violently until she's back on her feet again. One hand flies to her mouth, the other to her stomach as she rocks back on her heels.

“You're good, you're good.” Swiss calls out, slapping a hand on her shoulder, his touch bleeding quintessence and her stomach quits flipping and settles. 

“You good?” He asks.

“I'm good!” She screams, pumping both fists in the air, legs planted wide as her head hangs.

“She's good!” The crowd roars and Aurora giggles, wiping away a slip of drool that sneaks out of the corner of her mouth. 

“I didn't think I could.” She says earnestly to Swiss, hiccuping here and there. “But that was fun!”

“Party like a rockstar.” He says, playfully ruffling her hair. “You’ve earned it kiddo. Helluva first tour.”

She knocks the hand off her head and pounces on him for a full body bear hug, nestling her face in his pectorals, breathing in his cologne. He smells so good, smoky and spicy and clean. Laundry detergent had no reason to be this sexy. She wants to bite him. She wants to fuck him. Both? Both is good.

“You're the best.” She says woozily. She's pretty sure she's drooling. “If I try to walk, I'm going to fall over.”

“That so?” He hums, petting her hair. She hums back and burrows deeper into his chest. She's definitely drooling. She's too aware of the heat of his skin under his shirt, his fingers curling over her scalp and how warm she's getting all over, especially between her thighs.

“Should carry meee…” She tries. Her tail curls lasciviously around his leg as she tries to give him puppy eyes. He’s so easy, he’s got to be picking up what she wants. He probably threaded his quintessence with a little pheromone booster to get her like this, the bastard, just to see her suffer.

“Wanna fuck-” She whines, hands going to his stomach. Grabbing whatever handfuls she can before tickling her fingers down, aiming for his belt. If she can get her hands down his pants, she's going to get her way because she's got him wrapped around her finger and-

“Sorry, sweetie.” He chuckles, grabbing her wrist. “Not tonight.”

“What!” She says, still muffled. She hits her forehead against his torso and he chuckles. Lets go of her wrist, but guide her hand in to see for herself why he’s rejecting her tonight. She feels the scratch of his happy trail as it widens, but when her fingers spread at the base of his cock, she feels…she feels…

She feels metal. Warmed from his temperature, the soft skin of his cock between thick metal rings.

“Not tonight.” He says again with the slightest bit of strain in his voice, barely detectable, as she explores the cage around his soft cock. Makes a nice little gasp when her finger finds the ridge of his tip and rubs it. “Someone else has precedence, honey.”

She pulls away from Swiss to squint at him, focusing with all her might to keep her eyes from crossing. She pulls her hand out of his pants and jabs the same finger that’d been rubbing him at his nose.

“Then help me find someone who will.” She hisses. “Since you're so damn complicated.”

She licks her finger for good measure and grins toothily at the way he narrows his eyes at her.

“I’ll ask this whole damn room.” He says lowly. “You want me to do that? Shout out the fact that you're drunk and feelin’ slutty, see who grabs you first?”

She giggles, then moans when his clever hands find her breasts and squeeze before wandering further up. He pushes on her chin until she opens and grabs her tongue when she sticks it out at him. 

“I’ll lead you around by this.” He says. “Take you from lap to lap.”

She moans as he gives her tongue a little wiggle. She half expects him to kiss her but he doesn't. Just looks up to scan the room, make good on his word and toss her to the first interested party he sees.

“Have fun, sweetie.” He says, in a saccharine tone before he's nudging her away, one finger on her nose pushing her, causing her to stumble on her feet before another pair of arms catches her. Now she smells citrus and sun warmed linen and okay, sure. She's fine with this. As long as she gets fucked soon.

“Poor thing,” Sunny croons, spinning her around. It’s too fast, the room keeps going long after Aurora stops. Then Sunny’s kissing her forehead. Aurora looks up at her in a silent plea, grabbing Sunny's hand and putting it over the spot Swiss had squeezed earlier. Sunny rubs her, soothes her distress and easily lifts her up. Aurora's legs lock around her waist, just the right angle to rub her aching clit against the bulge in Sunny’s pants. She lifts her face and Sunny kisses her, licks in and Aurora moans at the sharp taste of cinnamon whisky still on her tongue. 

“Let's blow this popsicle stand, huh?” Sunny asks cheekily when they separate. Aurora smiles innocently before whispering into her ear, “As long as I can blow you afterwards.” And then the both of them are snickering, Aurora rocking with each intentional jostle Sunny gives her as they make their exit, catcalls and whistles following them.

“You just gonna grind on me?” Sunny teases when they're out of earshot. “Wanna see if you can cum before we make it to a room?”

It feels like she might. She can feel herself getting wetter with each step, hole clenching and aching with the desire to be filled. The seam of her pants rubs her clit just the right way and she gasps, rolling her hips to repeat the sensation.

“Sunny,” she whimpers. She thinks she’s drooling again.

“Yeah, baby.” Sunny says, kissing her forehead again. “I hear you. Smell you too.”

Sunny’s giggling again but Aurora’s not.  The clench in her gut is altogether too real, Sunny’s body heat and the effortless way she’s carrying Aurora like she weighs nothing, combined with all of the alcohol in her system is swirling around in her body like a vortex, circling as it looks for a spot to land.  She hiccups and her eyes roll back, falling shut as she coils tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter, her pants rub her and Sunny bounces her in one arm, she’s almost there-

“Close enough,” Sunny mutters and tosses Aurora on the bed. She arches her back and cries out as the pleasure dies down, writhing to undo her pants and shove them off so she can get a hand on herself, in herself, something-!

Then Sunny’s practically falling over in her urgency to join Aurora on the bed, knocking her hand aside and covering her mouth in a deep kiss that Aurora sobs into when Sunny hitches her hips close, bumps her cock to Aurora’s clit and adjusts so she can slide in, warm and soothing to ease the ache inside her. 

“Yes,” Aurora pants, when they part. “Oh, Sunny, yes,”

“Just take what you need,” Sunshine murmurs into her ear, nudging the head of her cock deep and just right. “There, sweetie? You like it there?”

“Right there!” Aurora wheezes, wriggling her hand in between their bodies to rub frantically at her clit. She’s never felt so sensitive before, everything amplified, every nerve in her body singing like she’s in a storm and lightning is about to strike.  She screws her eyes shut, lets Sunny kiss her anywhere as she focuses on the pleasure building inside her again. Sunny keeps the pace, keeps pressure where Aurora needs it and lets her do what she has to.  It doesn’t take long, her fingers rubbing over the slippery little bump as Aurora whines, wiggles, circles her hips and then she’s gone,  Arching up with a squeak of a moan that cuts itself off as her brain shuts off, lost to her orgasm as it rides her nerves, from the tips of her fingers to the curl of her toes.

“So pretty…” Sunny teases as she rocks Aurora through it.  “Was that what your audition was like? No wonder Papa chose y-”

Someone flicks on the lights. 

Aurora shivers, still reeling with aftershocks and turns her face, whining with discomfort at the sudden brightness.  She can feel Sunny’s whole body go stiff, break out in a wave of fresh sweat as her cock seems to twitch and deflate ever so slightly. Aurora makes a soft noise and clenches, trying to get it to come back.

Then Cumulus speaks.

“Sunshine…” She says dangerously, in a tone that brings to mind dark skies and the low howl of distant winds. “Why are you on my bed?”

Sunshine clears her throat and Aurora looks away from the plead in her eyes.

“This is-” her voice cracks and Aurora winces. “Your bed?”

“Unless you’ve switched your decor to perfectly match mine.” Cumulus replies, nearly sing song. Still dangerous. Calm.  “What have I told you about thinking with your dick, sweetness?”

“Don’t…” Sunny replies, heavy with guilt as she hangs her head.

“Because?”

“Because it gets me in trouble.” Sunny says miserably. Her cock has softened enough to slip out of Aurora on its own now and they both shiver at the feel. 

“Because it gets you in trouble!” Cumulus repeats, sounding pleased.  “Now, Aurora. Darling. Show me those pretty eyes now, look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Aurora looks wildly at Sunny for some kind of reassurance but like she had avoided it earlier, Sunny avoids her now. So she wiggles, gets her chin hooked over Sunny’s shoulder and blinks in confused terror at Cumulus.  Leaning against the doorframe, she looks like she’s got all the time in the world to make them suffer.

“I’m not mad at you.” She says sweetly. “You’re so new and unused to things. The blame for this rests solely on Sunshine here, do you understand?” 

She nods. There's nothing else she can do, besides cling to Sunny, hiding their debauchery from Cumulus as best they can. 

Cumulus smiles. Her dimples never fail to cause a flutter in Aurora's chest, even now, tinged with precaution as they may be. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps as Cumulus raises a hand, hair standing on end.

Cumulus snaps.

Something rips Sunny away with a voiceless howl, gales of wind sending the pillows flying, knocking down decorations as Cumulus advances, her hair blooming around her as objects swirl. Aurora gasps as she's lifted by the air, gentler as Cumulus waves a hand. Her bed rearranged itself, and she reclines like a queen taking tribute on her silken sheets. Aurora cranes her neck, searches for Sunny and spots her curled up in a corner, staring and unable to move.

“Come here, darling.” Cumulus says, patting the sheets beside her. “You get to watch Sunshine's punishment now, won't that be fun?”

“Will it?” Aurora asks as she's settled gently on the bed again. Cumulus purses her lips and fusses with the sheets, drawing them up around Aurora so she isn't cold. 

“Call it a freebie.” Cumulus says, kissing her forehead. “A get out of jail free card.”

She twirls a strand of Aurora's hair between her fingers.

“You can come in now, Swiss.” She calls casually and the shadows of the door morphs into something solid, slinking into the room and closing the door behind him. He shoves his hands in his pockets and gives her a one sided grin when he spots her staring in amazement at him.

“Hey, honey.” Swiss says softly. “Cat’s outta the bag now, huh?”

“Keep that one warm.” Cumulus commands. “That's all I want you to do.”

He murmurs a soft acknowledgement and shucks his clothes off, folding them and placing the carefully on the floor before he kneels and shuffles over to Sunshine. If Aurora squints, she can catch faint glints of light reflecting off the metal of his cage and she aches all over again at the thought. 

“Serves me right for sending her your way.” He mutters as he straddles Sunshine, lifting his tail so Aurora can see the other piece of hardware he’s got between his legs, keeping him ready for whatever Cumulus wants him to ride. “Come on, can't keep our lady waiting.”

Sunshine just whines as his hands wrap around her, jerking her to full mast again. Aurora lays her head on Cumulus' shoulder, throws a leg over her lap and snuggles, happy to play the favorite for now. A manicured hand strokes up to the wetness between her thighs, circles softly over her sore clit and Aurora squirms.

“Too soon?” Cumulus asks. Aurora dares a glance from under her eyelashes as Sunshine moans like she's in pain. 

“Just give me a minute…” she whispers. Her eyes fall to the small, silver key around Cumulus' neck and her ears prick up at the barely-there noise of Swiss sinking down on Sunshine. 

“Make sure she hits your sweet spot.” Cumulus calls and Aurora giggles, bucks her hips into the hand. “I don't want either of you having any relief tonight.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” They reply, equal in misery as Aurora gasps in pleasure as one of Cumulus' fingers finally sinks in. 

“You, on the other hand.” Cumulus says, pulling Aurora in close. “Are going to learn why it's better to stay on my good side.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Aurora replies, meek in tone but with a shit eating grin as Cumulus gives her one final kiss.

[haresvoid]

Mind Flayer ge.nitalia under the cut + some ideas

Illithid se.xual organs are a trait often up to debate- whether they have them or not the first one, and those that discover they do (or some do) debate reason. It could be something that simply has yet to be bred out with evolution yet when tadpole creation was different or a trait from hosts kept, or something else entirely.

Organs are completely hidden on pelvis, all internal and so finely knitted one would not be able to see an opening.

The network of the two organs can be adjusted as necessary- for example, turning the external one into a means for egg laying instead of requiring internal sex for that.

The cilia was likely a means for gripping and holding at one point, but is not developed enough anymore for that- due to lack of need

It is sensitive unsurprisingly.

Fully prehensile

Only two openings, and as said can be connected if necessary. Mind Flayer have no need for other openings one would find in similar anatomy, and don't have much need for more than one but again that has not been phase out.

[thisintermezzo]

I really, really don't get this and want someone to help me understand.

What is the appeal of people sticking fingers in other people's mouths?

With basically all other common kinks I see out in the wild, I can at least conceptually understand what the appeal is, even if I think it's weird or whatever.

But I don't get this one at all; I think it always looks incredibly stupid and unsexy in art. It's also gross. (People have germy hands...)

I vaguely understand it might have some kind of dominance element, but that doesn't really explain it.

Can someone explain it to me in earnest? Asking sincerely. I am incredibly ace and also kind of a little hater about this kink, but I'd like to at least Understand It so I can continue being a hater in peace knowledgeably, you know?

[ikemenomegas]

I figure I should send something in for your 200 follower thing but I have no brain cells so just give me slut shit with Akutagawa. Consider it a free space, write whatever slut shit you want for him. 🖤

Babyyyyyy, the baby boy 🤩 Ryu (that's short for Ryunosuke 😉) Aku! Angry little spicy baby!!!!

This whole event has truly been an exercise in going "i think i know what that means .... do i know what that means [insert frantic typing]" So I really need you to know the ideas here came from an article titled "30 ‘Slutty’ Things Every Woman Should Do Before Hitting 30".

8. Join Tinder. And actually meet up with someone from Tinder for a meaningless fling.

Given that Ryunosuke is one of the more wanted men in the city, you know this is going to have to be quick.

"Why are we doing this again?" your mate asks you, even while he dutifully fills out the profile questions, tilting his phone so you can help him choose pictures.

"I'm curious," you reply.

"About what?" he sighed as the loading bar slowly crawled across the screen.

"If you'll see what I see. And what you see."

He growled faintly but you just rubbed your cheek against his shoulder.

"Do you want me to choose Alphas or--"

"Everyone. This is an experiment, Ryu, one mustn't show bias."

"It's Gokon," he said, skeptical. And yes, the speed-dating style app was a bit of a silly thing, but you wanted to see him try it. You wanted to see how many people he matched him. You wanted him to see it. And maybe you were being a little silly and trying to see exactly what kind of people he chose.

It's not as though you were worried about Ryunosuke leaving, there was just a part of you that was curious what he would pick out of a lineup. You were a given choice, but the others were a complete mystery.

You watched him swipe left and right, filling up the "room" he had been assigned. There seemed occasional similarities of features, but some choices were complete wildcards to you.

He alternately scowled and flushed as he replied to the chats, the timer in the corner of the screen ticking down until they each fell away into a little icon in the opposite corner. He sometimes asked for your help, and because you could never completely abandon the love of your life, even to a scheme of your own devising, you'd offer ideas for replies or flirtatious lines to send back, whispering them in his ear or murmuring them against his jaw just to feel him shiver.

When the time was up, the slightly stunned look on his face at the sheer number of matches offering themselves to him made you near giddy.

He couldn't see the wicked grin on your face, which was just as well when you leaned over his shoulder and asked, "Now which one would you pick for a threesome?"

Ryunosuke startled, the high arc of his cheekbones burning red. Before he could answer, the screen fizzled black.

You sighed, "Too bad." Looked like the local authorities had caught onto his profile being present in the app.

With expert efficiency, your mate broke the phone open and plucked out the chips inside, which Rashomon ate with a satisfied little grumble.

"I don't understand you sometimes," Ryunosuke said.

"You never had a fling before," you tell him, as you left the back room of the restaurant you had taken temporary refuge in. "And sometimes I don't think you know how wonderful you are."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't worry about it. I have you."

"But that's just it. You've only ever had me. I don't want you to miss out of things just because I'm here."

A hot biting note rose to the top of his scent.

The next thing you knew, you were being yanked around the corner by your wrist.

"Do you miss out on things?"

You blinked at him. "Of course not. Even if you got tired of me, I don't think I could ever fall in love with someone else. You're it for me."

Ryunosuke cleared his throat of a little cough, looking flustered.

You stepped close to his chest, into his space so your scents twined together. "Are you sure you don't want to try it? Take some pretty thing out for a walk, let them push you up against the wall. Depending on how far you want to take it, I could come and rescue you. You look very cute when you need to be rescued."

Ryu looked a bit like he wanted his coat to swallow him, a bit like he had a fever. He tried to clear his throat again and it came out as a strangled little squeak. His hands were so pliant in yours when you pressed your fingers in the spaces between his.

You pulled him further into the shadows, tucking close together to conceal his distinctive silhouette as footsteps clattered by the mouth of the alley, but passed with barely a pause or further investigation.

You mouth was right by his ear when you whispered, "Either way, just let me know."

You knew you probably wouldn't receive an answer for some time but you snickered at his discomposed little growl.

3. Give a blowjob when you shouldn’t.

I think Akutagawa would both do this and let it be done. He can be taught to lay aside shame, and it in fact would be very good for him. All of his mentors so far have controlled him in some way by shaming him for not behaving in the inhuman ways they instruct him in. If you can get him to let go of that, he would do the most unhinged slut shit including:

"You need to be on the top of the Ueno Exchange on the third," Dazai's melodious voice gave instructions on the other end of the line.

You sank deeper in your chair, untroubled, spreading your legs wider and twisting back and forth.

Between your knees, Ryunosuke whined, pleading silently for you to stay still. You caressed his face, carding through his feathery hair, praise and apology at once.

In his eyes was a faint remnant of that hungry need you had first seen years before, eyes fixed on where the voice that had once dictated his world emanated from. Far more present was the glassy haze of desperate arousal, matching the sheen of saliva around his mouth, which was around you. Still, you nudged the settings on the vibrator inside of him one level higher.

A muffled, aching sound was pressed in the crease of your thigh as your mate leaned forward, his fingers gripping the floor.

"What was that?"

"Just penciling it in." Which was a straight up lie because you knew better than to write plans like this down, but with the Demon Prodigy it was never unwise to lay a few false threads, just in case.

"One more thing."

"Hm?" You wrapped your hand around the back of your mate's head and pulled him further onto you, slowly, giving him time to tap you on the ankle to tell you stop if he needed to. He didn't.

"Bring Akutagawa," Dazai added.

You let silence stretch between you two, even though you suspected Ryunosuke's old mentor was immune to the discomfort of such things.

"Why?"

"You might need a guard," came the unconcerned reply, "and he's always been such a good dog."

The pressure of Ryunosuke's mouth became more insistent and you carefully swallowed down a hungry sigh.

"He's not a dog," you said clearly, and then you hung up.

There were tears in Ryunosuke's eyes. You didn't know whether that was because you were hitting the back of his throat or the exchange.

You held out the remote control. Your mate just closed his eyes, the tears falling free down his cheeks.

"You're so beautiful," you breathed wonderingly, and then you pressed the vibrations to the highest level.

He came, arching his back, his mouth coming free from you, throwing his head back with a high gasp. You used your own hand to finish, pointing your release onto the apex of his tightly pressed thighs where it mixed with his.

He remained that way, bowed, for long minutes as the vibrator pushed his climax long and hard until your mate was nearly humping the air, little sounds of near-pain falling from his mouth.

You slipped from your chair and gathered him into your arms. You felt the cruel pulsing of the toy in side of him push him right over the edge into another orgasm in the way he shuddered against your shoulder, hands tucked to your chest.

"You did so well," you murmured, slowly turning the vibrator down, as you offered him praise, both for withstanding being a witness to that conversation, and for his show of strength.

He breathed hard and ragged against you trembling from the exertion and the aftershocks. He groaned as you reached a hand down and coaxed his thighs open. He was so wet, your fingers slid into him easily, but you had a hard time grabbing the toy.

"Push for me," you coaxed.

You felt him flex around your finger, his head tilting back. You felt the toy but when you tried to grab it, it slipped back inside.

"Again," you soothed, running your hand through his hair.

"Hnrgh." He groaned, doing as you instructed.

This time, you pulled out as he pushed, catching the little vibrator in your palm along with a splash of slick. Ryunosuke panted, his head falling to your shoulder as you gently brushed your thumb around his opening.

"What am I, if not a dog?" His voice creaked, gravely.

"You're mine, Omega. As long as you need to be."

He sighed into your neck.

[Much later on, you could also pull this trick in reverse where you're performing fellatio on Akutagawa, but while he's talking to Mori. But instead of keeping his mouth busy as a sexy version of deconditioning, it's truly just slut business ;). Akutagawa is trying so hard to keep himself under control which involves a much different mindset than his typical calls from Mori, and Mori calls him out on it, resulting in a much more erotica type result where Akutagawa has to lie about what's going on while you try very hard to get him to come]

25. Play a game of strip poker with a large group of friends. - this one is crack being treated as... something, I just think Akutagawa has no physical shame, his is all psychological.

This one was not at all your idea.

Akutagawa was sitting very calmly, sleeves rolled up looking faintly amused every time you glanced up at him.

Higuchi was without her jacket or her socks and shoes. A subordinate of Hirotsu-san, as well as the man himself, and Nakahara-san were present as well.

Akutagawa had said they needed a dealer for a game of poker with full implication that you would be the house. He'd said nothing about you playing along with him. The atmosphere was relaxed, or at least as relaxed as any high level gathering of mafia members ever got. You were progressively suspecting however that this was Akutagawa's version of "meet the parents".

You just didn't know why it had to be a game of strip poker that you were losing.

"Oh, what the hell," you muttered. You'd already lost your shoes, your watch (to which Nakahara-san had just rolled his eyes), and your socks. You shimmied around inside of your sweater, unbuttoning the shirt inside and pulling it out to toss on the back of your chair.

The corner of Akutagawa's mouth turned up, ever so faintly as he undid the cloth around his neck and folded it neatly over his armrest.

"When does the game end again," you squeaked.

"When only one remains," Nakahara-san said forebodingly, scowling at his cards and then throwing them back on the table so he could start unbuttoning his waistcoat.

"Or we all get bored and give up. It's why we play so everyone who folds also loses. The game goes quicker that way. Don't worry," Hirotsu-san said, much more like the kindly grandfather he resembled, "it's nothing we haven't seen before. You're the only newbie."

Somehow, that didn't help at all.

You felt like you were going to combust. Everyone more or less kept their modesty, but it was like being at the sauna, trying not to catch anyone's eyes as everyone gradually divested themselves of their covering.

Hirotsu had lost three hands ago and then bowed out. His subordinate had gone after Hirotsu with a cheerful wave at Akutagawa. Higuchi was gamely proceeding, but her poker face was immaculate and you weren't sure if she was going to win the round or not. Akutagawa on the other hand had a few very bad rounds and was sitting shamelessly in his chair with his coat draped around his shoulder for warmth, but bare of everything but a criminally subtle pair of lace briefs. You weren't sure if Higuchi had even noticed, but she was sitting ramrod straight and the tips of her ears had been red for a full fifteen minutes.

You were getting the distinct impression Nakahara-san just liked poker, but he was also winning and wore a truly ridiculous amount of layers.

That didn't make you less aware of how lovely Akutagawa was. You had never seen him in this state of undress, but now you were wondering if that was only because you'd been trying to be polite, chivalrous, and hadn't asked.

You all laid down your hands. It was Higuchi who barely seemed to relax. Nakahara-san just sighed.

Akutagawa blinked, barely a reaction and slid his fingers just inside the waistband of the last stitch of clothing he had on.

You flew out of your chair, feeling like every inch of your skin was on fire and completely forgetting about how little you had on yourself.

You put your hands on top of Akutagawa's. He looked up at you with surprise, as though he had no idea why you were out of your chair.

"Wh-what do we do after we're out of clothes," you scrambled for anything to explain why you were suddenly blocking him from the rest of the room.

"We don't usually get that far," Higuchi admitted, her voice very carefully without inflection.

"That's not true," Nakahara-san protested. "If you're still playing and you win you get to pick something to put back on."

Higuchi coughed once, very obviously.

Nakahara-san looked up, and went "Oh."

"Alpha you also lost," Akutagawa said, his low voice unaffected.

Nakahara-san stood up and stretched and gathered his discarded items. He was the only one in anything that would pass on the street. "It was a good game but everyone knows I was going to win. It was nice to meet you," he said politely, and then he walked out.

Akutagawa tried to rise and bid farewell, but Nakahara-san thankfully waved him off.

Higuchi was much less subtle, hurriedly pulling her blouse back on and tugging on her own sweater. "I'll be at headquarter's, senpai," she said, and then she too hurried off.

"Okay," Akutagawa said, leaning around you.

He looked back up at you one more time and then flipped over the cards in his hand. He thankfully still had his underwear on.

"You still lose," he said your name. "Take something off."

You just put your head in your hands.

[trickstarbrave]

Fem Voryn should give Nerevar a prostate orgasm

[whoblewboobear]

Thinking more about the perv!gamer sb au and I think it would be very funny if the ex Jace shit talks constantly is also Jace’s shitty roommate that has to listen to him jerk off through the wall with Some Guy™️ Jace met while gaming.

So after these clowns realize that they’ve lived in the same city this entire time, Jace brings Porter home and his roommate/ex is just like “👀 So this is the asshole you broke up with me for? From your little game?” Porter is ?? Bc JACE said his bf broke up with him.

Jace- I like making Freem the ex bc it’s funny. But for the added level of drama, they both teach at the same school, Jace was fairly new and entered something so messy and toxic with Evan to the point that they’re fighting and screaming in the hallway during school hours. They’ve been called into the vice principal’s office and reprimanded by gilear so many times. Every single time Jace cries and says he doesn’t like to bring their problems to work but Evan is just so mean to him. (Freem isn’t mean to him, he’s normal and Jace is nuts but the dick is good so he stays. Also they don’t make enough to live separately right now and he hates it)

Eventually Freem is like “Jace I swear to god you have to stop picking fights before we both get fucking FIRED. I’ll break up with you if you don’t stop.” Jace stops but he doesn’t like being told what to do so ofc he starts flirting with the first guy that yells back at him when they’re gaming. He’s addicted to the toxicity.

When Porter accepted his friend request he sent a lil “<3” and immediately broke up with Freem the next morning over breakfast. Right before work bc he has no decorum or tact. Not that he cares at all, he’s asking Porter to FaceTime and watch him get off in his lil gamer chair that night.

Porter is- he’s a lil distraught by the revelation when Evan starts telling him how much of a disaster Jace is. And Porter works in a library, he likes his quiet life for the most part. He gets a lil rowdy at the gym or when he goes out to bars, but mostly while gaming. And Jace is so hot he doesn’t really care if he’s a whirlwind, the sex is incredible.

Jace tries to pick fights with him and honestly? It’s hot. It’s like foreplay to them. They’ll go out to dinner and Jace is like “why are you staring at the waiter’s ass 👀” Porter wasn’t, but he knows what Jace is trying to do, so he plays into it. “Just appreciating what you don’t have.” They don’t even get their order taken by the time Jace is getting pounded by Porter in the alley next to the restaurant. The car was closer, they really should be in the car but Jace likes the way the hard brick feels against his face where Porter has him pinned, whispering all these filthy things into his ear about how much of a whore and a bitch he is. Jace is loving it.

Evan never fucked him like this. Crosses his mind before Porter hits that sweet spot and makes him fall apart on his cock. He’s pretty sure he’s crying and screaming by the time an officer flashes a light down the alley way and asks what’s going on. Porter pulls out and Jace turns invisible and misty steps into the car to leave Porter to deal with it. Porter who is standing there with his dick out and definitely didn’t finish yet peering back at this cop that his boyfriend left him to deal with.

Because his new boyfriend is an asshole and a psycho.

[chill-bunn-sage]

No fancy pretext.

Pretty Viera in fancy lingerie under the cut. Stare at your own leisure/risk

[suresne]

headcanon that post-amnesia harry has no idea what is average in terms of penis size, and because of his insecurity and self-loathing he assumes his dick is smaller than average

the first time he and kim have sex, harry prepares for kim to be disappointed. meanwhile kim is like 😳 holy shit he’s hung!!!

Harry: [notices kim’s eyes get big after he takes his underwear off] oh god I was right….kim won’t want to fuck me now…fuck my life!!

Kim: [already on his knees ready to slonk that thang sloppy style]