#Okay maybe a little in a kinky way but not FULLY

[loserfurry]

I need to have a bf who treats me like puppy😢😢😢 I wanna be ouppy bro😢😢😢

[wholoveseggs]

Also I need a major size difference one shot. I’m talking princess treatment, belly bulging, Elijah just being able to pick up the reader like it’s nothing. Maybe standing sex

Princess

... BRB DROOLING

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You and Elijah have a night of kinky fun.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @elijahmikaelsonsboy !! & anon(s) - this is the wildest thing I've written (except maybe any of my poly works) - this also goes out to the anon who asked for spanking! I see you and I appreciate you! enjoy ♡♡

5.1k words - Warnings: this is pure 100% pulp free smut, dom!elijah, sub!reader, size!kink, daddy!kink, choking, some serious spanking, lots of praise & a little punishment, tinsy bit of bdsm, ice play, oral sex, face fucking, squirting... Elijah being sweetheart even while being dom ♡

"Eli- I don't know," you whispered as his large hands gripped your waist tightly, keeping you underneath him. He was so big and broad that when he held you, there was no way you could squirm out from under him, even if you wanted to.

"What's wrong?" his warm breath fanned across the nape of your neck, eliciting goosebumps in their wake. He slowly pulled off the delicate bra you had put on that morning, exposing you completely for him. He loved it when you were bare underneath him; all shy and submissive.

You gave him a nervous look, all wide eyed and fidgety. "My-" you cut yourself off and your cheeks blushed in a fiery red blush. He took your hand and gave it a squeeze, encouraging you to speak. He knew how hard it was to sometimes get a sentence out. You were so shy and sweet, new to the whole submission thing. But Elijah, the softie that he was, loved to shower you with so much attention and care. So he kissed along your collarbone and rubbed along your sides, making you giggle shyly.

"It's okay, princess," his voice cooed along your sensitive skin, the pet name doing wonders in giving you an extra bit of encouragement. "I just wanna know what you're worried about."

You pushed down the urge to bury your face in his neck to avoid the topic completely and spoke up a little more confidently. "Your um... you're really..." you sighed in mild frustration at how bad you were at this whole talking thing. The fact that his intense eyes were watching your every move didn't help you either. But, with a soft, warm hand placed at your thigh, he helped ground you again, calming your mind enough to actually talk.

"You're just... so big... a-and I-" his eyes widened at what you were implying. This would definitely be fun. 

"Is my love worried I'll be too much for you?" he questioned as his fingers grazed against your wet panties. "Hmm? My fingers are a lot thicker than yours, baby."

You whined as his fingertips rubbed back and forth so gently along the material. It wasn't nearly enough friction to get you off. "Yeah," your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. "You're the biggest I've ever had."

He leaned closer, his fingers moving the flimsy material aside. "Are you afraid I'll be too rough? Or hurt you?" His voice was so low and hot against you that the small vibrations of his deep voice were enough to make you arch against him. But Elijah kept your back against the bed, trapping you so you wouldn't wiggle too much.

"Just a little," you confessed. You're never had rough, really kinky sex. So it was a pretty big jump.

"If it gets too much, just say stop." His smile was warm and kind, giving you all of the comfort in the world. It's not like you didn't trust him completely and fully, you were just nervous about having his entire cock in your tiny little pussy.

You gave him a timid little nod, urging him to keep going. Your chest felt light and fluttery, and the dull throb in between your legs was getting stronger.

"I'm going to take my time, just for you," he peppered warm, soft kisses along your tummy, stopping at the waistband of the thin, silky thong you decided to wear just for the occasion. "No rush whatsoever. This is all for you and no one else.” 

He slowly stripped your bottoms off until there was nothing left to take off. Then he pulled back and stood up, you reached out towards him but he only smiled reassuringly.

 "Be right back, keep your legs open," his demand was quiet but very effective as you obediently spread them apart so he could have a full view of what belongs to him and only him.

Once he left his bedroom, you began to relax once more, trusting Elijah to take care of you. He wouldn't dare leave you unsatisfied; and if something got too much, he would know, even when he was giving you commands.

You laid still, wondering what was taking him so long until your head picked up once more at the sound of the door opening and closing. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip when his form reappeared, holding something in his right hand. 

A bowl of ice.

"Eli?"

"Yes, angel?"

His endearing nickname made your chest tighten with so much warmth. It also brought another kind of heat to the space right in between your thighs.

"Ice?"

Elijah kneeled, one hand caressing your right thigh as the other grabbed a cube and began to slowly roll it along your navel, eliciting shivers to travel across your back at the cold sensation. He simply smiled and continued to let the freezing cube trace along your stomach, enjoying every movement that made you squeak and twitch.

He put it back in the bowl and slowly pulled off his tie, looking as breathtakingly attractive as ever. You knew what this meant and you immediately put your wrists above your head, grinning up at this beautiful man you were so lucky to call yours.

Once he had tied your wrists and made sure they weren't too tight and you weren't uncomfortable at all, his thumb brushed along your lower lip. His touch was warm and careful, the way you liked it the best.

"Look at you," he sounded absolutely entranced by you; eyes gazing all over your form. The bed dipped a bit under his weight as he rested over you once more, his body casting a shadow that almost covered all the light. "So gorgeous... so amazing," his praises filled your head with pure honey, turning everything warm and lovely.

"Keep your eyes closed," he pressed an ice cube along your breasts, leaving a burning trail behind it. You whimpered and shuddered as the cold made goosebumps rise on your body and caused your nipples to pucker into little, sensitive buds. It was quickly warmed by his mouth, but the sensation still shocked you, causing a rush of pleasure to flood between your thighs.

The ice was melting with all of the body heat. Droplets of melted water rolled down along your sides and soaked into the blankets beneath your naked body. More water dripped right down the center of your neck, his lips trailing after it and slowly lapped at your skin. His lips were warm, soothing the sharp sting from the frozen cube.

You struggled in your restraints, the sensations a little overwhelming and just- so damn good. You had never been teased and played with like this before, it made you feel a sort of freedom that you had no idea you were missing. You wanted him so badly that it made your legs tremble. And the fact that your eyes were closed just heightened everything else. You could feel him smiling against your skin, loving how responsive your body was to his touches.

The hand not holding the melting piece of ice traced along your right side, skimming down the curves of your body until it reached your lower stomach. Making you squirm a little at how ticklish your lower stomach was.

The ice cube rested above the apex of your thighs, the water dripping down your pussy lips until it touched along the entrance of your slit.

"Eli," you whispered, trying to keep your eyes closed just like he asked you to. It was so tempting to open them, to see him looming over you while using the freezing ice cube against your burning and needy body. "Please... stop teasing.."

He seemed satisfied at the desperation lacing your sweet voice, chucking the ice back into the bowl so he could move on to the next phase.

"Look at me," the deepness of his voice snapped your eyes open and you could hardly breathe at the raw desire swirling in his dark eyes. They looked absolutely glazed over with want, yet still maintaining their sharp edges.  

"Eyes on me the entire time," he whispered, his middle finger eased into you, not stopping until he was completely buried in your heat. You pulled on your restraints, wanting to wrap your arms around his shoulders but he tied them well, just how he likes them.

He chuckled at your struggle, moving his fingers agonizingly slow in and out of you. "Something tells me that if I untied your wrists right now," he continued to pump them in and out, watching intently at how you couldn't stop your tiny cries from escaping. It was clear that he was driving you crazy, you couldn't hide the trembles or the tugs at his restraints. "You would reach down and start touching yourself... would you like that?"

Your face turned so hot it made you feel dizzy. Your legs bent up, feet planted on the mattress, he didn't like that, forcefully spreading them wider apart, his eyes stern. "Would you?"

"Y- yes-"

"Hmmm?"

"Yes... daddy," the last part was said just above a whisper, your words coming out a bit fast and shyly. It made you so embarrassed how much the name excited you. It didn't help that it fit Elijah so well, he was always taking care of everyone else that it made sense for you to give him the title.

He reached up and untied your restraints, eyes intently watching as you reached right in between your thighs. "Good girl... keep those legs open,"

You rubbed your clit slowly, your eyes locked on his the entire time. Your fingers moved quicker as your hips ground in little circles, desperate for some sort of relief. He hummed in approval, adding a second finger that stretched you wonderfully.

"Such a dirty little princess aren't you?" his palm curled upwards against that spongy spot inside you as he spoke, causing you to shake so hard you almost forgot his question.

His eyebrows arched, mirroring your expressions as your eyes went unfocused. You tried to form coherent words but it was hard when the only thoughts going through your mind was how damn good his fingers felt, so much bigger than your own.

"Answer my question,"

You swallowed past the lump in your throat and shook your head. "I'm only dirty when it comes to you,"

Your heart almost swelled right out of your chest at the blissful smile he gave, he leaned down and kissed all along your cheek and neck, whispering just how proud of you he was. His words pushed you a little bit over the edge, making your walls clench desperately around him, not wanting the pleasure to fade away.

"That's it, cum on my fingers," he growled against the shell of your ear, biting softly.

His voice was so primal that you couldn't do anything but obey, falling completely into his world while the heat in your tummy erupted like a bomb, pleasure tearing through your muscles, and you saw bursts of white across your eyelids.

"That's it," he cooed as you continued to moan, his fingers gently working you down from the high. "There's my sweet girl,"

His lips met yours and you immediately pulled him closer, his body blanketing you comfortably as he kissed you like a starving man. His hands gripped your waist, holding you still while his hips rubbed his hard bulge right against your wet slit. You whined into his mouth, feeling his erection slide back and forth, rubbing against your clit.

He pushed your thighs a little wider, pulling his lips away from yours so he could lean over you. His forehead rested against yours, both of you trying to catch your breaths. He continued to grind against you, his eyes closing and jaw clenching as he groaned, his sounds deep and rough. You could tell he was holding himself back, trying to be as gentle as possible, but you were so turned on, you just wanted him to unleash himself on you.

"Daddy," your small hands tugged on his hair, making his hips stutter a little bit. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, lips brushing his ear. "Fuck me."

He growled at your words, the vibrations from his chest traveling through his body. He wasn't the kind of man that needed to be told twice. His hands hooked underneath your knees, pushing them up and out as far as they could go.

"Keep them open," he commanded, pulling back just a little to unbutton his shirt. He slipped it off his shoulders and undid his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. You bit your lip, subconsciously rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.

He raised his eyebrows, giving you a disapproving shake of his head.

You giggled, but did as he said and opened them, keeping them as wide apart as you could.

His eyes softened just a little, his fingertips trailing up and down your soft skin. His other hand undoing his belt, slowly pulling his pants down along with his briefs, letting his thick cock spring out and brush against the smooth skin of your tummy.

"You've been so good," he praised, lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly rubbed his head in a circle along your slit, gathering your wetness. 

He kept his eyes locked with yours as his hands slid down, holding your hips steady. You were already starting to feel a little nervous, he was definitely the biggest you've ever had. He eased in slowly, his breath hitching as he felt just how tight you were.

Your heels dug into the sheets, your hands scrambling for something to hold on to. Your body instinctively tried to pull away but he held you down, keeping you firmly in place. He pushed deeper, groaning lowly at the feeling of you surrounding him.

"Daddy-" your voice cracked, your legs closing automatically, the sensation almost too much for you to take. But Elijah held you tightly in place, leaning down so he could whisper into your ear.

"Relax," he kissed right underneath the shell of your ear. His soft lips felt good against your heated skin. "Don't fight it."

Your toes curled and your fingers clenched, but you managed to take a few deep breaths. Once he was completely sheathed, you felt so full it was a little hard to breathe.

"So damn tight," he groaned, his grip on your thighs bruising, his eyes locked on the sight of your stomach bulging slightly with the girth of his cock.

"You fit me so perfectly, baby girl," his hand running over the bulge, his words making you blush so deeply. "It's like you were made for me,"

His hips pulled back before snapping forward again, making you cry out and dig your hands into his strong shoulders. His pace was slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of him, the stretch of his cock was addicting.

His hands ran all over your body, caressing your sides, kneading your breasts, tracing along the column of your neck, just touching and exploring every inch of you. You barely registered these touches, so distracted by the pleasure between your legs.

"God- you're so big," you panted out, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

"You like it don't you? Being split open by me?"

His hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, just applying enough pressure to make your head spin.

You swallowed against his hand, finding it hard to even form any sentences at the moment. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your legs spreading as far as they could, wanting to feel him even deeper.

"Say it," his hips snapped harder, making a strangled noise rip from your throat. His grip tightened a bit more, causing everything to feel even sharper.

"I love it Elijah," you whimpered, your eyes rolling back. "Fuck-"

Your body felt like it was floating, his hands the only thing grounding you. He could tell you were close, your little body shaking underneath him and your whimpers getting louder and higher in pitch. You were such a vision. So beautiful. But he didn't want this to end so quickly, not when he had waited so long to have you like this.

"Cumming already?" his hips slowed, making you groan and claw at his forearms. You could tell he was close to, the restraint in his tone was a dead giveaway.

You shook your head, clearly lying, and his expression hardened a little. His hips were torturously slow, his fingers tracing along the side of your neck.

"Liars get punished," his thumb and forefinger pinched your chin, his eyes dark and intense. "Do you understand?"

His hips stilled and he pulled out, his hardness laying heavily against your lower stomach.

"Y- yes," you stuttered, your entire body buzzing with the need for release. Your pussy felt so empty, clenching around nothing.

He stood, pulling his pants back up, making sure to not be too obvious about the large bulge pressing against the front of his pants.

"Up." he held out his hand, waiting patiently for you to gather the strength to move.

The moment you sat up he grabbed your hair, yanking you up until you were standing. You stumbled forward, he pulled your face to his, his breath ghosting across your lips.

"On your knees,"

You didn't even hesitate to sink down, his hand guiding you to where he wanted. The hardwood floor was a little uncomfortable, but the way Elijah was looking at you, it made everything worth it.

You opened your mouth, your tongue lolling out, just waiting for him. He smiled, running his thumb along your lower lip.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice rough and deep, filled with pure lust. His cock was shiny with your slick, a small drop of precum leaking from the tip. You couldn't help but lick it off, tasting yourself on him. He groaned, his grip tightening a bit.

"Open wide,"

You did as he said, looking up at him with innocent eyes, the sight made him growl, his cock twitching right in front of your lips. You smiled and opened your mouth, his hands resting on top of your head as his hips jerked forward, sliding into your mouth.

You loved when he fucked your mouth, feeling him lose control like this, it was so sexy. Your eyes were watering, a tear falling down your cheek as he hit the back of your throat. He wiped it away, still the gentleman even in the most carnal of moments.

You relaxed your jaw and bobbed your head, trying to fit as much of his thick length as possible, but failing a bit, gagging slightly. He groaned loudly and pulled you off of him by your hair, the sting making your head swim with need.

"You can do better than that," his tone was playful and teasing, making you blush deeply. He was so big, his girth was almost intimidating, you could hardly fit him in your mouth. But his tone made you try harder, opening wider and swallowing down, the taste of him making your thighs clench together.

His grip was bruising, holding you in place while his hips rocked back and forth, using your mouth and throat for his own pleasure.

His eyes were hooded and his breathing was uneven, but he was still composed. That's what you admired about him, no matter the situation, he was always calm and in control.

He was Elijah Mikaelson after all, and you were just a little human, yet you held so much power over him. It was thrilling. You wanted to see how far you could push him, to see just how deep his possessive side really ran. Just a tiny bit. You wanted to see what it would take to make him crumble.

"What a perfect princess you are,"

Your eyes snapped back to him and you smiled a little, the corners of your mouth turning upwards around his cock. Your tongue pressed flat against the underside, your head starting to move a little faster, taking him a little deeper each time.

You were being so good, doing everything he asked, and it was turning him on to no end. You could tell from the way his jaw was clenching and the little noises coming from the back of his throat. The way his eyes couldn't look away from your lips, his hand holding you in place.

He was starting to get a little rough, his hips rocking in and out, making your eyes water again. He groaned as his cock slid to the back of your throat, his other hand joining the one already tangled in your hair, both holding you still as he thrust deeper. Your tongue flattened against his shaft and he started to fuck your mouth with earnest.

His grip on your hair turned painful and your nose was pressed into his dark curls. Your eyes began to water as you gagged, the head of his cock buried deep in the back of your throat.

He didn't let you pull off until he felt you really struggling, letting you catch your breath before pushing you down again. He was a little rougher, his hips giving short and hard thrusts.

"You're doing so well," he sounded a bit wrecked, his breathing uneven and his voice deeper. His hips were moving a little faster, chasing his own high.

"Just like that,"

You moaned around him, his hips starting to shake a little, and that's when you decided to act, you wanted to make him cum.

You reached behind him, grabbing his ass to pull him impossibly close, taking him to the back of your throat the final few times. The sudden action startled him a little and his self control slipped. Your name was choked out from deep in his chest. The sound sent a hot spike straight to your core, the primal desperation in his tone made your heart race.

The noise went straight through him, his self control shattering like glass, his grip tightening around your skull. You couldn't breathe, couldn't pull away, so you took him down as deep as you could, feeling his release shoot straight down your throat.

His body was shaking, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing was uneven, but it didn't last long. He looked down at you with a stern expression.

"Did I say you could do that?"

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your lips. "No... I didn't."

You couldn't help the smile that crept up, his eyes were practically black with lust. He was surely going to punish you now.

"On the bed." he growled.

You didn't waste any time, hopping onto the plush comforter, kneeling in the middle and waiting for his next command.

He grabbed his belt from the floor, slowly walking towards the bed, his eyes locked on yours.

"Turn around and bend over,"

He watched intently, his belt folded over in his hands.

Your cheeks flushed as you moved to get on all fours, arching your back a little, swaying your hips a bit, showing off your curves.

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure he was watching, and the sight made you whimper. His eyes were hooded and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, the belt was held tightly in his fist, a little vein protruding from his hand.

"Eyes front." he snapped, the sound of the leather sliding against itself made your heart race.

The anticipation was almost too much. You had never done this before, had no idea how it would feel, but you were aching to find out.

"How many do you think you deserve?" his hand ran along the curve of your spine, his touch light and warm, making you shiver.

"F-four?" you questioned, your voice was soft and hesitant, you could practically hear him smile.

"I'll give you eight, and you're going to count each one."

His hand smoothed over your backside, squeezing and rubbing softly. You could feel his cock resting on the curve of your ass, heavy and thick, already half hard again.

He raised his arm, the belt folded in his hand. The anticipation was killing you. You could barely breathe.

His hand caressed the swell of your ass one last time before raising the belt, a sharp crack rang throughout the room. You cried out, your body jerking forward, the pain seared right across the soft skin.

"Count." He snapped, his tone sharp and impatient.

"O-one."

Another hit.

"Two,"

A third.

"Three."

By the fourth hit, you were shaking, gripping the sheets to keep yourself grounded, but his next hit almost knocked you over.

"Four!" you squeaked out, your voice cracking as tears stung the corners of your eyes.

"I'm not even using my full strength," he sounded amused, his tone gentle and soft. His full strength would probably send you flying into the next room and you giggled at the thought.

"Don't laugh." he scolded, the belt slapping down on your skin, the sting even sharper.

"F-five!"

Another hard hit and you were whimpering, but you still tried to be as good as possible.

"S-six."

You could feel yourself growing wetter, the pain was so sharp, so searing, it almost felt like it was turning into pleasure.

"Seven!" you cried, burying your face in the sheets, the pain was starting to blur.

The belt came down one last time, leaving a dark red line right across the backs of your thighs.

"Eight," you sobbed, your entire body shaking.

"You did so well." He cooed, his fingers running along the welts, soothing the ache. "I knew you would."

You were trembling, his fingers dipping between your legs, gathering the slick that had collected on the inside of your thighs.

"So wet." he sounded amused. "You like being my little slut, don't you?"

You whimpered, unable to answer. His finger was circling your clit, sending hot sparks through your veins.

"Tell me," his hand landed on your ass again, the sting even sharper. "Tell me you like being my little slut."

You gasped, your body writhing. "Y-yes daddy, I love being your little slut,"

He chuckled, his other hand running along the curve of your spine, his fingers tangling in your hair again, pulling you towards him so your back was arched.

"That's what I thought," he let go of your hair and turned you around, scooping you up into his arms.

You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck, a little surprised by the sudden change. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your ass tightly, his lips pressing against the soft skin of your neck.

You could feel his hardness pressing into you, and your legs clenched around his hips. You could feel every muscle shifting underneath his skin, his strength and power was thrilling. He was one of the most powerful creatures in the world and here he was, holding you so gently.

You kissed him softly, running your fingers through his dark hair, his stubble scratching against your skin. He lowered you down onto his cock, your nails digging into his shoulders, letting him swallow up your gasps and moans.

His pace was slow and deep, savoring the moment, letting you feel every inch. His strong hands supported you, making sure you didn't fall, lifting you up and down his length.

You were a mess. Whimpering and clinging to him, so desperate for release. He was using you just how he wanted, holding you tight and fucking you hard. You were both so close, so on edge, his pace started to falter and his breath was becoming more uneven.

"Eli," you gasped, burying your head in the crook of his neck, your hands in his hair, his arms tight around your waist.

He pressed you back down into the bed, his hands intertwining with yours, pinning them above your head. His hips snapped forward, and his pace became brutal, pounding into you hard and fast, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your legs shook around his hips, you couldn't stop the whimpers and cries from pouring out of you. His forehead was pressed against yours, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed.

Your back arched off the bed, your legs trembling uncontrollably. Your orgasm came crashing down, making you cry out, your pussy gushing and clenching so tightly  that it pushed his cock out. He groaned at the sight, spilling his release all over your pussy and stomach, watching in awe as your walls clenched around nothing, soaking the sheets.

Your body went limp, your eyes fluttering closed, your breathing labored and uneven. You were exhausted, sore and spent.

He leaned down and kissed you, so sweet and gentle, his hands cupping your cheeks.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" he looked a bit worried, his thumb brushing along your cheek.

You giggled and nodded. "I'm fine, more than fine." you leaned into his touch, pressing your lips to his palm. "That was perfect."

"Good," he sighed, a smile spreading across his lips. "You did so well,"

"Thank you,"

"Do you need anything? A drink or-"

"I'm fine Elijah," you cut him off, giggling again. He was so sweet, so considerate. "I promise."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you again, his hand cupping your jaw. "Let me clean you up,"

"Okay," you whispered, a content sigh escaping your lips. He pulled back, his hand smoothing across your forehead, moving the stray hairs from your face.

"Stay here,"

You nodded and relaxed into the bed, your limbs like jelly, your eyelids starting to droop.

By the time he returned you had fallen asleep, curled up in a ball, snoring softly. He smiled and gently cleaned you off, pulling the blankets over you, watching for a few minutes, admiring the way your chest rose and fell with each breath.

 He kissed your forehead softly, "Goodnight princess, you were perfect.”

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[slvtforoldermen]

Pedro’s Characters: The Dick-tionary

How big are Pedro Pascal’s characters and some NSFW headcannons

(WARNING: DETAILS OF PENISES AND TALKS OF SEX - MDNI)

Part Two <3

A/N: Sorry I never continued Fluff February :(, I lost motivation so I’ll just write them and post them as a prompt list for whenever…

Joel Miller:

Okay, all his characters are big, it’s a known fact, but Joel is 100% the biggest. Probably about 8.5 inches, with a pretty pink mushroom tip, and GIRTHY AGH! There’s a vein on it that is really visible when he’s hard. Oh and his balls are big too. Everything about Joel is just big. Not only is he big but you best believe he knows how to use it too. He’s got a daddy kink… Fav positions are missionary and cowgirl, however when he’s angry doggy or the mating press are a no-brainer. Daddy kink! DOMINANT!!! There’s no way this man is a sub, it just doesn’t work, he’s just so dom yknow, and when he’s soft, he’s the sweetest he’s ever been, but if he’s angry, hard dom Joel comes out and that’s a man you don’t wanna piss off if you wanna cum. He’s got such a daddy kink. “Fuck babygirl/boy, you’re so fucking sweet, sugar. So fucking good for daddy. Yeah baby? You like that? Such a good little girl/boy, so fucking sweet.” Daddy kink is such is a big thing for him. Hair wise? Well it’s the apocalypse so it’s probably hard to find the Manscaper 3000 or whatever. He trims his hair with some scissors, honestly he didn’t really care for shaving before you, so he just let it grow, but once when you were sucking him, you almost sneezed from how much it tickled your nose and made a little joke about it after, which made Joel feel a little bad so he cut them just a little shorter. Oh I’m sorry and did I mention… DADDY KINK!!!

Javier Peña:

(Here I’m purely writing about Javier Pena in a fictional sense AS PEDRO, not the real guy, this has nothing to do with the real Javier Pena)

Okay, Javier, my baby daddy. Um, who said that- ANYWAYS! Javier is probably the second biggest, in joint place with Oberyn, definitely about 7-7.5 inches, as he’s nicknamed by moi, the Pussy Slayer of Medellin. It goes without saying that Javier is rough, as we’ve seen, side note: I don’t know why I thought watching Narcos with my family would be a good idea… I was sat on the couch like “😀 okay, I’m watching Pedro have sex next to my mum, just a normal Saturday morning…” anyways back to it (hehe Negan reference) but Javier is rough, doggy and cowgirl are his favourite positions, but sometimes when he’s feeling a little somber he likes a little missionary. As how domestically-kinky I like my men, I’m a little disappointed that Javier isn’t a committed man, but he does have a tiny 🤏 breeding kink, he defo isn’t a fan of being called daddy, in fact just call him Javi and he’s yours, and he’s dom obviously. “Oh carino, you take my cock so well, you good little whore… fuck… my sweet little angel.” I mean, we’ve all seen his hair, so do we really need address it, that also might genuinely be my fav sex scene in all of cinema history.

Oberyn Martell

Okay, admittedly, I haven’t seen any proper scenes of Oberyn, because I’ve just started GOT, so I have no clue what his character is like apart from being a HUGE BISEXUAL SLUT, so he’s just like me 🤭

Oberyn, tying with Javier, is about 7-7.5 inches, and I feel like his cock is definitely a lot more tan than others, idk why, it’s just an instinct. Defo uncircumcised. His fav positions are definitely cowgirl OH and dude is the literal definition of a pillow prince, again, just like me. Suck his dick, please, just suck his dick. Again, I don’t know how he’s presented in GOT, but I’m like 74% sure he’s dominant? From the clips I’ve seen 🫣 Hair wise, do razors exists in the GOT world? Or does my man just shave himself with a sword.

Javi Gutierrez:

Oh my sweet baby Javi… he’s so kinky. I’m fully convinced he’s into full BDSM, not so much where he has to do it every single time, but maybe like once a month. When I was watching TUWOMT for the first time, when Nick is about to go into the room with all his merch and stuff, I was dead convinced it was gonna be a sex dungeon. There’s no way a man is this sweet and adorable without being into some freaky shit.

Anyway, Javi is about 6.5 inches, with a sweet pink tip and he’s definitely a giver not a taker, don’t get him wrong, he ADORES you with his dick in your mouth, but he prefers to eat you out/suck your dick for hours on end. Oh and he’s a sweet talker, when you guys aren’t being full kinky, he’ll praise you to hours on end, mumbling in your ear how good you are in that sexy accent of his. Is a little bit of a switch, but mostly dominant, soft dom if it’s a normal night but if it’s that special night, only your safe word will pull him out of hard dom space. Definitely the type to overstimulate you in a sweet way “you can take it right sweetheart? Mi amor~ just take my cock nice and good, ahí tienes.” Um, daddy kink for surely, but not like every single night like Joel. But when he’s between your legs, and he’s stimulated you so far into sub space, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, and you’re reaching up for him, babbling how good his cock feels in your hole, he can’t help but coo down at you and praise you so hard. He’s not bald, but his hair isn’t long, just trimmed to the point where it tickles your nose when you suck his cock.

Din Djarin

Okay, so I think it’s canon that Din hasn’t really ever felt human touch, so I feel he’s really inexperienced… but the dude’s got a pretty dick. Like it’s just so… pretty. About 6 inches with a sweet baby pink tip, he’s so sensitive too. He loves head but he really can’t say it, he’s just too embarrassed. I just get the vibe that he’s mostly subby. He tried to be dom once but the poor baby couldn’t handle it all. But then he tried again and he did so good, but it tired him out, so if he’s domming, which is once in a blue moon, he’s going to be soft, maybe even softer than Javi. Mommy/Daddy kink!! “Please, I’m good right? Please, please tell me I’m doing good… you always feel so so good, I love you so much.” Please, he’s so sweet I love him. It’s rare that you guys get off together because of reasons due to his upbringing and stuff so he just likes being taken care of, the sweet boy. Before you, he never really cared for shaving, so when you first strip together, he’s a little nervous about it, and then after that he trims it, quite short.

Marcus Moreno

If anyone says this man is a hard dom they’re just kidding themselves, this man is the sweetest man out there, obviously not as much as Din ofc <3.

Marcus has an obsession with using his hands, making you cum just by fingering you. Then when he’s inside you, he slips his fingers into your mouth, or around your neck, or on your cheek. His dick is about 7 inches, and like everyone else, knows how to use it perfectly. Angel is one of his favourite nicknames to call you. “My perfect Angel, taking my cock so good baby…” whilst hes thrusting into you ever so gently. Would never EVER do it when Missy is around, so quickies before picking Missy up from school are his go to, but he loves the days where his mom can take her out for the day or even a grandma sleepover so he can be with you for hours. You under him, over him, him inside you, his good girl/boy, his good angel. Pleasuring you until you get numb. The armpit hair in the scene of the gif gets me and idk why, I have never had a thing for armpit hair but maybe I’m just really horny, but his hair down there is nice and trimmed, not bald, never bald.

Tim Rock(Hard)Ford

Here we go…

Oh Tim man! I have a teensy 🤏 detective kink so when Pedro played this role it was over for me.

Maybe it’s the greying, like Joel, but I feel like he’s huge, just like Joel. He’s 8 inches, living his best life. But he’s just a tired old man, so when he gets home, please just get on your knees for him, he’ll just lay there, stroking your hair, praising you, telling you how good you suck his cock. Then he’ll bring you up to the bed and return the favour, making sure to always get you to tell him about your day as he does so. Saturday nights are always his favourite time to rail into you, he’s had the whole day off, just resting, watching you walk around, getting him so worked up. He has a domestic kink. So seeing you do chores get him so hard. Loves fucking between your thighs when you’re sleeping because he gets home so late and just needs a little relief, but you look so cute and peaceful while you sleep and because he’s so considerate, he doesn’t wanna wake you. “So good for me baby, so good for daddy, gonna fill you up, you’re not gonna let any of my cum slip out right, gonna keep it all in your tummy, yeah, that’s it, cum for me.” TALKS YOU THROUGH IT!!! Sleeps naked. Not trimmed, not shaved, just grows it out, he’s old so he doesn’t care, it’s not like anyone but you would be seeing him like this anyways.

Dieter Bravo

I love Dieter, he’s so cute.

Not dom, but not sub either, just dom enough to see you break under him but sub enough to whimper and get soooo desperate. Such a huge pillow prince, he loves it when you suck him, especially when you grab his balls and caress them, he cums so quick when that happens. He’s about 6.5 inches, and it loves fast, not as in quickie, but he loves seeing you fall apart as he jackhammers into your hole. When you ride him he gets so sweet, and he can last long, don’t worry, but you just look so pretty on top of him, he can’t help it, please don’t be mad at him. Has a thing for dry humping, especially in the morning when he’s too lazy to move properly. “So good baby, oh yeah, fuck, grind against me just like that, mmmf fuck…” loves to beg and watch you beg, he’s so good to and for you, don’t doubt him ever. He doesn’t shave, he trims it, but he’s so goofy, so once he shaved it into a heart.

[taintedcigs]

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃彡

rockstar!steddie x reader

summary: dating two rockstars is fun, except when you get caught breaking their rules, and your punishment ends up in the form of some festive fun — tied up with christmas lights.

warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, p in v, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up irl im so serious), spanking, punishment?, daddy kink (but its so very light do not look at me im so seriously embarrassed), oral (m receiving, good old bj), kinda rough, dom/sub dynamics, mean!dom!eddie, mean!dom!steve no use of ‘y/n’, degrading, praises, nicknames!

authors note: the banner thingy of this is making me laugh i tried ok. graphic design is my PASSION.

Taming brats. 

That was something Eddie was really fucking good at. 

Expert even, especially after he started dating you. And once Steve was thrown into the mix, you were unstoppable.

Acting out more than usual, being a teasing little slut.

It all happened with a drunken night out after their show, three-way kissing, and hours of making each other cum led to one realization; the three of you worked perfectly, and you and your boyfriend were more than okay to open up the relationship to Steve. 

To Steve it was all so exciting, this new dynamic, the fun stuff the three of you tried, the punishments, the edging, the overstimulation, all the new kinks, intrigued him to no end. Yet, Steve still had one problem; he wasn’t that good at being a dominant. 

Whether it was him apologizing to you and not being able to fully punish you, him letting you be bratty, or him letting some of your actions go unpunished just because you looked at him all prettily. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t like being a dominant, he did, he really fucking did. So much so that he was doing everything he could to not fuck it up and make you and Eddie proud.  

It was that he was just very new to this, while Eddie had his fair share of kinky sex stories, and so did you, all Steve had were some hookups here and there, the groupies he had weren’t that interesting; the wildest thing he ever did was some dirty talk, and maybe getting his dick sucked at a public bathroom. This was a brand new territory he was trying to get adjusted to. 

The two of you were more than okay with helping him adjust to it all. Eddie loved teaching Steve about you and your body, what you enjoyed, what made you squirm, what made you instantly cum and of course; how exactly to punish you the right way. It all sounded perfect as an idea, but Steve could never execute it well. 

Whether it was because of those puppy eyes you did, or the whines that he drew from your mouth anytime he tried to put you in your place, or the begging and the sweet-talking, Steve didn’t have it in his heart to go all the way, which earned him the ‘soft daddy’ tittle you giggly called him all the time. 

So, Eddie wanted to teach him how to do it properly, in a way that was enjoyable and comfortable for all three of you, clearly, he knew you better than Steve did, and he knew his sort of punishments were always something you took pleasure out of, so he wanted to show Steve that, make him realize how good it made you feel, and how the dynamic truly worked. 

And this was the perfect time to show him, especially when you broke one of the most important rules. 

Steve sat on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed against his chest, disappointed, angrier than you ever saw him, you with your head drooped low and your hands behind your back, and Eddie with that goddamned smirk on his lips leaning against the wall, tilting your chin upwards with a tut. 

You were naked, fingers still coated with your juices, a slight guilt flashing across your eyes​​—but not really. Because you wanted to be caught, you wanted this punishment. Wanted the attention. 

Especially when both of them were so busy with work since New Year’s was coming up. They were either at gigs or at the studio, not even letting you come with them because you were ‘too distracting’.  

So, once again when they left for the studio, you had an idea. An idea that would surely bring out a mean punishment, yet the best pleasure. 

The second you heard the door getting unlocked, you were naked, laying on the bed, turning on your vibrator, knowing that once you let out a few slight gasps, the two of them would end up in the room, and all of their attention would be on you. 

“Eds, I swear I—I didn’t even cum!” You muttered with a whine. 

Eddie barked out a chuckle, mocking you. “That doesn’t mean shit, baby, rules are rules.”

“Steve!” You whined all brattily, turning to him with a pout, expecting to earn some sympathy from him, because you always did. Yet, there was something different this time, a darkness his gaze didn’t possess until now, you’d be lying if it didn’t make you rub your thighs together in excitement. 

“Don’t think you can try to get out of this one by sweet-talking me doll, not gonna work,” Steve mumbled, the nickname rolling off his tongue with all the pent-up anger. 

“Now we have to punish you.” He narrowed his gaze, making you swallow. Shit, he’d have to cave eventually, right? Because this was Steve. 

“And I’m sure, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Our attention?” You don’t answer, knowing that anything coming from your mouth could get you more into trouble, and Eddie scoffed at the state of you, that devilish grin playing on his lips. 

“Steve, honey, can you get those Christmas lights?” He asked sweetly, a smile flashed his way, and nothing but a scowl flashed yours. 

“L—lights?” You asked with a pout. Fuck, lights meant trouble, because you hated how tight they were, and you hated not being able to touch them. 

“Yeah, have to bring out the big guns, you’ve been so bratty lately. Such a shame too, because you were doing so good honey, when was the last time you were all tied up?” He quizzed mockingly, face inches away from yours. 

“I don’t remember.” You mumbled.

“Aha, that’s why we need it back, and so that I can teach Steve how to tie our little slut up, isn’t that right?” As if on cue, Steve came back with a grin, the long string of Christmas lights in his embrace. 

“Thank you, baby,” Eddie hummed excitedly, pressing a harsh kiss on Steve’s lips, flushing his cheeks a salmon pink, before he made a show of the strings of light, wrapping it around his hand, and grinning while he made his way over to you. 

Steve sat on the edge of the bed again, and Eddie motioned toward you. “Lie down on Steve’s lap, face down.” With a quick huff, you obeyed, crawling over his lap, making a show of it as you wiggled your ass in the air, enjoying the low hisses from both men. 

“Arms behind your back, slut,” He hisses, and you’re quick to obey, crossing your arms over your back, watching as he plugs the lights into the outlet, a grin overtaking his face as they light up. 

He stretches them forward before he begins tying you up, twisting them around your arms, making sure your wrists are steadily restrained, before he loops them around your hips and your legs, making sure it has a tight hold on you. 

“Look how pretty you look like this.” He grins, watching the way the Christmas lights illuminate your skin as he lands a harsh smack on your bare flesh, and you yelp dramatically over it, skin burning with the impact. You try your best not to giggle, not to make him know that you’re enjoying this, because you want the punishment to be over as soon as possible. 

You need to cum. And you know Eddie can, and will edge you till’ however long he wants, so as much fun as it is to be a brat, you need to behave, for these next ten minutes, or try to seduce Steve in some way, you knew he tried to be tough, but you always managed to break him. 

Eddie kneels next to you, while Steve squeezes your ass, his cock stirring more and more you whimper for him. “Steve’s gonna spank you five times,” Eddie taunts with a grin, and you nod, trying to ignore the flutters in your stomach the more you feel Steve’s grabby hands. 

“That is unless you want some more?” Eddie challenges with a raise of his brow.

“N—no!” 

“Good girl,” he praises, and fuck, does that make your stomach instantly tumble. 

“Make it rough, Steve, she enjoys that shit,” he spits, fingers teasingly dancing around your shoulder. 

“She sees you as her soft daddy, she thinks you can’t really punish her, you gotta show her that you own her, too,” Eddie mocks with a slight grin, enjoying the way Steve’s gaze is overblown with lust now. 

“Is that right, honey?” Steve hisses, all mean and biting. Something you haven’t seen to this length, something that was making you so intrigued that you could barely speak. 

“Nuh-uh,” you hummed, head dipped into the couch, before Steve had a harsh grip on your chin, making you face him. Chocolate gaze growing darker, and pupils blown wide. 

“Need you to count for me, honey, can you do that?” You nodded, quick and obedient, and Steve was starting to understand how good it felt, to have you surrender to him, his cock stirring at your doe-eyes. 

His hand raises in the air, the smack of it much softer than Eddie’s, but still rough enough that you feel the sting, a warm feeling overtaking your flesh, causing you to yelp at the unexpected intrusion. 

“You can be rougher, baby,” Eddie encourages, enjoying that pure hunger in Steve’s amber hues, and he’s quick to nod. 

“I thought you said you could count, slut. Is that pretty little head of yours so full with the thought of our cocks that you forgot to count all of a sudden, doll?” The nicknames roll off his lips like a warning, tone so coarse that you immediately tense up, apologetic gaze meeting his dark ones.

“S—sorry, Stevie,” you muttered, his sudden dominance making your body tremble, and your cheeks flush with heat. “O—one.” 

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He coos, hand smoothing over your reddened skin, reveling the way you shudder under his touch. 

He spanks you again, and another yelp falls out of your lips, this time much harder than before, you can fully feel the pain, and Eddie watches the two of you in awe.

“Two.” 

His hand gropes your ass again, massaging over your heated skin, and once again, harsh smack lands on your marked-up flesh, much rougher, but easing the second he carefully traces over it. 

“T—three,” you mutter, moaning into the pillows your head was smushed in. 

You feel another hand join Steve’s, but your attempts to look up at Eddie are turned down when he tuts, “Focus on your punishment.” 

His fingers are teasing as they make their way up to your trembling thighs, drawing whiney breaths from you. He uses his index fingers to spread you apart, both him and Steve groaning at the sight of your puffy clit. 

His fingers find their way inside of you, earning shaky moans while you try to push yourself back onto him, to have more, to feel that fullness, and all Steve does is chuckle at you, at how pathetic you want them both, rutting against Eddie’s fingers while you moan. 

And just as you’re about to beg for more, beg to have both of their cocks, two harsh slaps land on your ass, one on both cheeks, the two boys grinning devilishly as they watch the way their handprints mark your ass. 

“Four,” you mumble, words scrambled together when all you want is more from them, the mocking making you wetter and wetter. Especially when Steve is being all mean for the first time.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, sweetheart, did you?” Steve mocks with a pout, and you moan into the pillow again. 

Steve kneads your sensitive skin, while Eddie’s fingers are still inside of you, your ass is burning, but it feels so good that you can’t help the whines that leave your mouth. 

“Such a fuckin’ slut for us, aren’t ya? Soaking my fingers just for being spanked, told you she likes it rough, Stevie.” Eddie pushes his fingers fully inside of your walls, thumb toying with your clit, so agonizingly slow that you bite down on the pillow, incoherent babbles leaving your lips. 

You need this punishment to be over so that you can have both of them, it’s so pathetically overwhelming and teasing that you don’t even realize what you’re begging for, just when you’re about to push back on his fingers again, the roughest slap comes, and you cry out at the impact. 

You’re sure your ass is practically burning now, but it feels so good that you’ve basically already melted into the sheets, body feeling frail with how turned on you really are. And, thankfully this was the last.

“Five!” You wail out with excitement filling your tummy, Eddie’s fingers slip outside of you with that, you’re too fucked out to register any of it, the pain subsiding and fast to turn into pleasure when Steve is kneading your firey flesh, it has you feeling so painfully empty that you’re looking at Steve with pouty lips and a desperate gaze. 

“Good girl,” Steve praises, pressing a sloppy kiss on your bruised skin, and you whimper at the cold feeling, cheeks fluttering at the much needed praise. 

“N—need more, please,” you mutter, it’s a long shot, and by the way they’ve both been so mean, you knew neither their teasing nor the punishment was going to end soon. But, fuck, were you desperate. 

Steve barks out a laugh, it’s evil, and just as mocking as you’d expect, but not from Steve. Eddie looks almost as surprised, but so very proud, because both of you want this dynamic to work, and for Steve to be in this as much as the two of you are, and it looks like it’s finally working. 

“So fuckin’ mouthy today, aren’t ya?” He coaxed, picking you up to roll you over to the bed, hands grabby before he turned to Eddie. 

“I think we should put those pretty lips to use, baby, what do y’think?” Steve quipped, gazing at Eddie with the need for approval, and Eddie’s cock stirred at the both of you. 

Steve submitting to him, still taking a bit of control to dominate you. Fuck, this was exactly what he wanted. 

“Get on all fours for your daddies, pretty girl,” Steve hummed, leaving a playful smack on your already marked-up ass while you yelped, pussy clenching around on nothing. 

“Do you know how fucking hot you are when you order her around like this?” Eddie groaned, his hand gathering curls at the nape of his neck, gripping it tightly to pull him in for a kiss, all teeth, and no mercy. Greedily sucking at each other’s tongues, ignoring all of your squirming. 

You’re so unbelievably wet and you need something, anything. Seeing the two boys kiss is not doing you any good, so you just mewl with such desperation that both of them break apart from the kiss with a dark gaze. 

“I said all fours,” Steve hisses, but you pout, struggling to stand while your hands are tied behind your back, and your body is wrapped around the lights, making your skin glow in the best way possible. 

“Aww, can’t do it on your own, sweetheart?” Eddie taunts with a pout, and you’re quick to nod. 

“You need our help, baby?”

“P—please,” you muttered, almost embarrassed.

“You want your daddies to fill all your holes is that it, slut?” You nodded vigorously. 

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat, speak up,” Steve chimed in. 

“Y—yes, please, please I need both of you, need both of you to fuck me, please—” your rambling was cut off by Eddie’s dark chuckle. 

“God, so fuckin’ desperate, should we give her what she wants, Stevie?” He nodded off toward Steve, a mocking pout on his lips. 

“I do want to punish her more… but I also need that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, she’s been too mouthy lately, don’t ya think, Munson?” Steve groaned loudly at the thought. 

“Mhmm, and I should fuck her pathetic little pussy, show her who really owns her, yea?” Eddie grinned toward you. 

“You definitely should, does she think she can make herself cum better than we do?” Steve asked tauntingly. 

“N—no I don’t! P—please need both of you s’bad, ‘m sorry, I won’t touch myself again, daddies, I promise,” you cried out, desperate, enough to have both of their cocks ache with the need to fuck you. 

“You’ll be sorry, sweetheart, we’ll make sure of it.” Both of them were quick to get rid of their clothes, joining you on the bed, Eddie holding you by your hips, and Steve steadying you by your shoulders, both sets of angry red tips facing your holes. Eagerness ignites a fire in your entire body. 

“God, I was going to stretch you out a little bit, but look at you sweetheart, practically gushin’ for me and we barely did anything.” Eddie grins, fingers toying with your soaked clit, and you whimper loudly, looking up at Steve with hooded eyes, excitedly waiting to get what you were promised for, your entire body feels like it’s on fire, everywhere they touch burns, and you want nothing more than to have them fuck you, anywhere and everywhere. 

Steve barely jerked his erected cock before he dragged it over your lips, smearing his beaded pre-cum all over, mixing with your gloss. Starving, you were quick to lick it all away, that salty taste coated your tongue and you hummed. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He almost lost it there and then.

“God, she’s soakin’ my fingers, Stevie.” Eddie moaned, relishing in the squelching sounds your pussy made the more his fingers entered inside of you.

“Please,” you whispered, desperately pushing back on his fingers, trying to get more. 

You turned your head as best as you could. “Please, daddy. Fuck me.” Your tone was sultry, making Eddie groan. 

“And, please, fuck my mouth daddy, I deserve it,” you muttered, this time faux innocent gaze at Steve’s, his mouth hanging open, eyes lulling as he looked down on you. 

With a slight groan, “Open up,” he ordered, and you opened your mouth eagerly, while he dragged his aching cock inside, watching the way you quickly wrapped your lips around his length, sucking on it greedily.

“Her mouth is heavenly, Munson, you need to fuck her while I’m fuckin’ her mouth,” Steve groaned loudly when you bobbed up and down. 

“Open her up, Eddie, really fuck her, use her like the little slut she is.” That was all the encouragement Eddie needed, his fingers left your hole with a slick sound, emptiness making you whine around Steve’s cock. 

You didn’t have much time, or even the space to complain with Steve’s cock hammered into your mouth. You couldn’t see Eddie but you could feel him shift behind you, his hot tip teasing against your entrance, pre-cum smearing all over your clit, making you whimper crazily around Steve’s cock, driving him further into a pleasure he didn’t know existed.

You were at your fucking limit. Only when the head of his cock teased against your slit that you let out a sigh of relief. He pushed his cock inside, the hold he had on your waist was bruisingly rough. 

He pushed and pushed his way inside, cock slipping easily through your soaked folds. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

It always amazed you how fucking big and thick he was, stretching you out in every way possible. 

His groans were guttural, and so were Steve’s, especially when his hands wrapped around your hair halting his cock into your mouth, realizing you were too fucked out to do it properly. 

“So sloppy when you get your holes filled,” Steve tutted, “fucking love it when you go all dumb on our cocks like this, such a perfect little cock sleeve for us, aren’t you? Just waiting to be used by your daddies, hmm?” He hummed, eyes stuck on you when he yanked you by your hair again, pumping his cock further into your mouth. 

You whimpered in an attempt to nod, crying out once Eddie pushed in deeper inside of you, cunt clamping around him and so very willing. Your pussy was his. 

And you felt full, so fucking full.

“Shit, shit, fuck! She’s so fuckin’ warm and tight, Steve.” Eddie grunted, voice ragged, his weight on top of you, as he poised all the way inside of you, and you tried your best to adjust to his cock. But, fuck, did he always stretch you out, make you feel all of him. 

“Jesus, baby, look how perfectly your holes are taking our cocks, it’s like you were made for us, huh?” Steve almost growled, fucking your mouth with ease while he enjoyed the way you gagged around his cock, tear-streaked cheeks, and looking up at him with those alluring eyes. 

All three of you were about to fucking lose it. It was all too much, all so fucking good, making your body feel like jelly while they manhandled you in the best way possible. 

He slammed into you rougher, not stopping until he was sure you were full of him, same with Steve, filling you all the way in. You felt achy in the best way possible, and their grunts sounded lewd and angelic at the same time. 

He pulled out and slammed back in. Just as brutal but his hips picked up speed, the more he fucked into you, the more you took Steve into your mouth. Creating the perfect harmony between the three of you. 

You felt like you were going to explode, mind going hazy with everything. And of fucking course Eddie could tell, with the way you were squirming, thighs shuddering, and your tender pussy gripping his dick nicely. 

Your mewls and whines were muffled by Steve’s cock slammed down your throat. “Shit, honey, are you gonna cum already?” Eddie asked with a low groan. 

You nodded, as best as you could with Steve’s hold, eyes pleading, begging, so fucking desperate that neither of them wanted to hold you off. 

Besides, your punishment wasn’t edging tonight. 

“Pretty girl, cum for us, baby, soak Eddie’s dick,” Steve grunted, teeth grinding together, just barely holding all of it. It was making him feral watching the way Eddie’s thick cock plunged into you, while you took his cock into your mouth, like the good fucking girl you were. 

He almost looked at Eddie for approval, and he nodded quickly. “Cum for us, sweetheart.” His words were all the encouragement you needed. Muffled noises tumbled from your mouth as Eddie’s cock hit spots you didn’t even know existed and brought you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, pussy shuddering around Eddie’s cock.  

“Our perfect girl, cumming just from us using your holes, shit,” Steve cursed, desperate to give you all of his load, make sure you never spilled a fucking drop of it.  

“God, she’s so fuckin’ tight when she cums, Steve, don’t think I’m gonna last,” Eddie growled, his thrusts dramatic, enough to have the bed creaking with a squeaky noise.

“Come with me, baby, let’s fill her up at the same time, hmm?” Steve grunted.

“Yeah, you’d like that, baby? You’d want your daddies to fill all your holes?” He taunted with your chin in his hands, Eddie’s rough hold on you was making it harder to focus, you just came but you simultaneously needed more. They were so fucking addicting. 

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart, I’m gonna fuckin—” Eddie rambled, so deep inside of you that you whimpered around Steve’s cock, making him grunt like a madman. 

“Me too, Munson, shit!”

“Gonna give you so much of my cum you’ll never get it out of you, princess, fuck!” It was a promise, his thrusts were brutal, bruising, and fucking divine. 

“S—shit baby, I’m—fuck! I wanna see you swallow all of my load, not one fuckin’ drop—oh fuck!” Steve added.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Both of them yelled in almost perfect sync. Thick cum filled inside of your walls and shot down your throat, it looked like Steve was too fucked out to tell you to swallow, and you beat him to it, sucking him dry with an exaggerated humming sound. 

Eddie was still unloading inside of you, seed spilled so deeply that it made you feel so warm, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. Both of their cocks and cum filling your holes, darkened gazes staring down at you, and it felt fucking amazing. 

You loved the little praises, the ‘good girl’ and ‘perfect girl’ they uttered before they placed thousands of kisses over your skin. Yet, you were nowhere near done, no, this was just a little taste. And you were hungry. 

“A—are you going to untie me now?” You asked, unwillingly, bringing that desire spark back into both of their gaze in an instant.

“Oh, sweetheart, you thought we were done?” That mocking voice was back like it never left, and you couldn’t help the way excitement pooled your tummy again. Shit, they were fucking good. 

“You wanted to cum, didn’t you? We’ll make sure you’ll cum, over and over, creaming our cock till you physically fucking can’t anymore.” Steve added, both of them grinning like a Cheshire cat, knowing there was so much more to your punishment. 

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 14)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Brief Mention of Stillbirth

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

Over the past few weeks, Cillian struggled quite significantly with the fact that he had lost his wife Danielle and Max, the young boy he did not father but whom he considered to be his son. Cillian also struggled with the fact that he had, under the directions of his sister and lawyer Siobhan, cut all ties with you.

She believed that continuing any form of relationship with you would only serve to harm his reputation in court and jeopardize his chance of winning some form of access rights over Max who she now knew was not Cillian's biological son. 

"When she called, did she say how she was?" Cillian asked, referring to the phone call Siobhan took on his phone. The person who had called was you but Siobhan refused to hand Cillian the phone but, instead, told you to not call Cillian again.

She warned you about calling ever again, stating that doing so would result in receiving a cease-and-desist order from her office. Stunned and confused, you hung up the phone with little knowledge of how to handle the complicated situation you now faced. Not only were you pregnant with Cillian's baby, but you also had been ordered to avoid any contact with him due to the potential fallout. 

"Siobhan, how is she?" Cillian asked again since his sister did not respond to his question the first time around.

"Did she seem alright, on the phone?" he wanted to know and this question caught Siobhan off guard slightly, prompting her to shift in her seat uneasily. She too did not know that you were pregnant and responded sternly to her brother's query.

She hesitated briefly, choosing her words carefully. "She was fine. Stop caring about her, Cillian," she told him but Cillian couldn't help but worry.

"Danielle sent her to hospital, so of course I care," he retorted, causing Siobhan to sigh.

"Yes she did, because you fucked her, in your marital bed," Siobhan blurted out vehemently. "Y/N did not bring a charge against Danielle and, thus far, Danielle hasn't mentioned Y/N's existence in court. We will want to keep it this way. No one needs to know about your affair with a 19-year old woman!" Siobhan barked furiously, slamming her palm onto the table in frustration. She understood that Cillian was deeply troubled and struggling with his own demons, but bringing such scandal into light may cause irreparable damage to his image - not to mention risking the legal case against his ex-wife Danielle. 

"I know. I fucked up, okay?" Cillian confessed, finally admitting his guilt. It felt good to get it off his chest, though it did nothing to alleviate the weight pressing down on his shoulders. His family was falling apart, leaving him broken and unable to fully process the painful truth. 

"But my brother and his wife kicked her out. That's at least what Paddy told me. And I want to know if she is doing okay. That's all," Cillian persisted firmly, refusing to let go of his concern for you.

Siobhan looked at her brother, irritated by his determination to cling onto feelings for you.

"Y/N is fine. Now leave it alone, Cillian," she commanded, standing up to assert herself more clearly. "You aren't in love with her, are you?" his sister questioned worriedly.

Cillian swallowed hard, contemplating his answer. "No... no, I am not. But I do feel responsible for helping her, especially given our circumstances," he admitted honestly, recognizing the gravity of the situation you were entangled in. Siobhan's eyes narrowed suspiciously, sensing something deeper behind her brother's words.

"And why do you think that is?" she pressed gently, seeking  clarification and Cillian bit his lip, still unsure himself. 

"Maybe because she is young. She is only nineteen and she is family," Cillian explained sheepishly, casting his gaze away from his sister's judgmental stare.  

"And yet, this didn't deter you from having sex with her now, did it?" Siobhan continued her accusatory approach, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Of course not! You just think with your cock, don't you?" she spat derisively. 

Her response struck Cillian speechless, causing his face to flush red with embarrassment and shame. Even in the heat of passion, he could never imagine things would escalate to this level. 

"As I said, getting involved with her was a mistake

." Cillian murmured, looking downwards to avoid eye contact. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, feeling guilty and ashamed. What he was thinking of doing wasn't right and he knew that deep down, however much his desire consumed him.

In contrast, Siobhan showed no remorse, remaining unwaveringly firm in her convictions. "Well, then you need to fix this mess. And stop talking to her. She doesn't matter, anymore" Siobhan demanded harshly, her eyes cold and unforgiving and Cillian promised her not to enquire any further until, another two weeks later, and much to Siobhan's surprise, Danielle brought your name up in court. 

This unexpected development threw everyone into chaos as this affair between him and you put him into an extremely bad light.

For someone whose career revolved primarily around his strong public persona, it seemed like a death sentence for Cillian's career as well as his court case and, with that, Siobhan's instructions suddenly changed.

She had to go into damage control and, in order to make Cillian look any better to the public and the judge, she now encouraged him to get you to take the stand and talk about the fact that Danielle had pushed you down the stairs.

Siobhan hoped that presenting evidence of violence perpetrated by Cillian’s estranged wife might discredit claims made during their divorce proceedings, painting Cillian in a somewhat sympathetic light amidst these allegations surrounding his sexual tryst with you.

"So, after almost six weeks now, you want me to call her? Seriously?" Cillian exclaimed incredulously, raising his eyebrows in shock. He hadn't expected this turn of events, particularly coming from his sister. The mere thought of you taking the witness stand filled him with anxiety.

"Yes. Now that Danielle brought up the affair with her, she needs to tell everyone about the assault so that I can make sure that the judge knows that Danielle isn't capable to have sole custody for Max," Siobhan

reasoned reluctantly. She understood the importance of providing evidence in court to support her client's argument, even when it meant potentially damaging her brother's already precarious reputation.

Cillian nodded solemnly, knowing full well that there was little choice left for them. With everything spiralling out of control, they had to rely on your testimony. "Alright, but she might say no. I ignored her for six weeks and now that I need her help, I am actually calling her. It is an asshole move," Cillian muttered bitterly beneath his breath, resentfully picking up his cellphone. His fingers trembled slightly as he dialed your number, anticipation building inside him. Would you agree to testify? How much had this whole mess affected you? So many questions flooded his brain, weighing heavy upon his heart.

"Hello?" Your voice sounded cautious over the line, uncertainty evident in its tone. You were surprised by Cillian's call and wondered whether he had found out about your pregnancy.

"What do you want?" you thus asked after he simply said "hi" but nothing else as you were trying to hide your fear.

Cillian cleared his throat nervously before speaking. "Look, Y/N, I realize I acted badly towards you recently, but please understand that my life has become quite complicated lately," he began sincerely. 

"Well, so has mine and whilst I wanted to talk with you about it, your sister shut me off," you countered, your voice growing angrier. 

Your hostility took Cillian aback momentarily, but he steeled himself, deciding to remain composed despite your barbed remarks. "I know, but her intentions weren't malicious; believe me," he pleaded earnestly.

There was genuine desperation in his voice, hoping that you would forgive him eventually, but you simply couldn't. 

"I don't care Cillian," you snapped sharply, your temper flaring quickly. "All you ever wanted was to use me – both emotionally and physically. And once shit hit the fan, you discarded me without any second thoughts," you yelled through the phone, unable to hold back your anger any longer. "I needed you in the past few weeks because, not only was I kicked out of my family's home, I also found out that I am pregnant," you revealed, fighting back tears.

This revelation caught him completely off guard, leaving him reeling. He paused for several seconds, processing this news. Then, he spoke slowly, "You are what?" Cillian repeated, barely able to register your startling announcement. He struggled to maintain composure, his thoughts racing wildly.

"I am pregnant," you confirmed again, allowing the enormity of the statement to sink in.

Cillian's entire world came crashing down around him as he realized that, somehow, the nights he spent with you resulted in a child growing inside of you. This wasn't how he intended things to happen, but here they were, a result of their recklessness and ignorance. 

"Am I the father?" Cillian hesitated briefly, attempting to compose himself. However, you cut him off mid-sentence, responding impassionedly, "Of course you are the fucking father. I never slept with anyone else and you should know that!" 

You vehemently defended yourself, adding insult to injury. "But don't worry, I am booked in for a termination procedure next week. Problem solved!" you said and the cruelty of those words cut deeply into Cillian's heart. All that time he had been selfishly obsessed with his own wants and desires, failing to consider the potential consequences - including yours. Realization dawned on him gradually, hitting him squarely in the face like a sledgehammer.

"Please wait… No, Y/N. Don't terminate. We will sort this out together," he implored urgently, panic creeping into his voice.

You fell silent, taken aback by his sudden change of attitude.

"Are you fucking serious? You want me to keep the baby?" you asked skeptically, astonished at the idea.

Cillian couldn't believe what he heard either. Was this truly happening? "Yes, I know it's asking a lot, but give me a chance to figure this out," he replied earnestly, attempting to convey his sincerity in wanting to be part of this child's life.

Your brow furrowed with confusion, "You are insane, Cillian! Why would you ask me to keep this child? I just finished school, and the last thing I need is more responsibility. Not only that, I haven't spoken to my mother since all this happened. I have no money. No permanent housing. No career," you argued vehemently, frustrated with the prospect of carrying a baby conceived outside a relationship. 

Cillian listened intently, struggling to find the right words to assuage your concerns. 

"I will take full financial responsibility if you decide to carry the baby to term and I can take care of the our child whenever you need me to. Every day even. I will buy you a house. I'll pay for anything you need," Cillian offered determinedly, clutching onto hope. 

"Cillian, I am not ready to be a parent," you retorted, still clearly angry and hurt.

"Then let me have the child," he persisted gently, understanding your apprehension.

"What?" you asked, confused. Could Cillian really provide for everything you need and want? You didn't trust him, but something about his offer felt...different. Maybe it was his insistence, maybe it was his determination, or perhaps, it could have been the hint of vulnerability in his voice that gave you pause.

After a long silence, you finally answered, "Listen, I think we should meet and talk about this in person. You clearly lost the plot." 

Cillian agreed readily, relieved that you seemed open to discussion. "Whenever suits you, just let me know." There was hopeful expectation in his voice.

All he ever wanted was a family but, when him and Danielle tried to have a child together, it never happened. She never carried to term and, after that, she never fell pregnant again. Perhaps their DNA was simply not compatible  and, according to the specialists, he was the one to blame.

In the end, Danielle had a child with another man and Cillian loved this child as if he was his own. This child's name was Max and Max was Cillian's world. From then onwards, Cillian dedicated himself fully to raising Max, making it a priority to ensure that his son knew he adored him.

He knew that he could do the same for this child, the one you were now carrying inside you. The child that was his.

Cillian couldn't believe it was true. Here was a possibility, albeit unexpected, to rectify some of the mistakes he made earlier. After all the wrong turns he took throughout his journey, he hoped this situation could lead him closer to becoming the kind of father he always wished to be. The irony was striking, considering he initially sought comfort elsewhere. But now, fate was presenting him with a unique opportunity—one which held unimaginable weight. He had to make this right and was determined to  do whatever it takes.

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[whorekneecentral]

kinks that kylian would have? the hakimi one was soo good

thank you!! -- hakimi version

he has a kinky vibe, not super kinky but definitely adventurous enough to try something every once and a while. 

things are typically vanilla and it’s fine but now and again, he’ll try something new; new position, new toy, new place. just depends on the day. 

now much like his friend, he likes to see you in his clothes. letting everyone see you in his clothes just shows that you’re his in a different way. 

you also have two necklaces that he’s gifted you; one with a km on it and the other with a number 7 on it. 

he likes when you're on top because he gets to see the necklace; the km is longer than the 7 so sometimes you wear both which sends him into a spiral.  

most of his friends call him ky or kyky, sometimes even mbappe but you’re probably the only person that fully called him kylian. it was your thing; you usually called him babe to baby in bed but you called him kylian in bed, from the first time you did it, you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. 

he’s not a very handsy person, you two keep it classy most of the time. if they win a game or he hasn't seen you in a while, his hands will wander and the kisses will follow. 

not enough that you two are deemed pda disgusting on the tabloids but enough that it’s called ‘steamy.’ 

kylian is away a lot so he’s probably got a collection of photos of you on his phone so recording (consensually of course!) is something you two do a lot of when he's home.

the pictures and videos vary - different positions, places, angles.

sometimes you’re on the floor or the bed, in the car, in the bathroom.

in some shots, you’re on your knees or you’re bent over the counter or maybe you’re laying on the backseat on his car.

he also likes when you sent him pictures while he's away - it's his dirty little secret.

the sneaking around and hiding things is what makes it ten times hotter.

the thought of being caught is even better or knowing you will be caught and moving at the last second.

there has been countless times that kylian fucks you in the locker room with the door wide open because that floor is usually empty lmao. 

okay thigh riding ? yes yes yes. 

he’s a footballer, look at those thighs; he knows he’s hot and you know he’s hot.

lingerie >>>> anything else. 

you could just be relaxing at home but he thinks you look so pretty in it so he loves when you wear it. 

it could be any set you over or even if it’s just one of those baby doll night gowns with the lace. 

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

This or That: Everlark Edition

Katniss has a upturned nose or a hooked nose

Katniss is under 5’3 or over 5’7

Peeta is strong and muscular or chubby and round

Peeta has two dimples or dozens of freckles

They grow back together in less than 1 year or after 2 years

They’re very vanilla or they like to try spice

Ooooh I sign on to post a belated six sentence sunday and find this little treat in my inbox. Thanks for the ask, Anon!

Hooked nose for Katniss, and she is definitely 5'3" or shorter.

Peeta is always strong and muscular, but I usually picture him as being more chonky than ripped. There's some pudge on top of those muscles. A few years post war, he's a little more chubby and round than he was before. Can still totally throw his wife over his shoulder and carry her around like she's... a sack of flour. ;)

I usually don't picture him with dimples in canon because I feel like Katniss would've mentioned those. In au fanfic though, I sometimes give him dimples, as a treat. A sprinkling of freckles.

Okay so unpopular opinion, most likely, but I think that there's so much that they will be grieving and working through that at around the one year mark they aren't yet officially married. They're definitely in a serious relationship, but to me it's... argh okay. When they send her back to 12, Katniss is told that she's being exiled their indefinitely. Then she never mentions it again, not to tell us that the exile has been lifted, not to tell us that it's more of a lax exile just don't cause trouble wink wink nudg nudge, kind of deal. So to me, she and Peeta need to grieve, need to heal significantly, need to grow back together while doing all of that, which in a way includes relearning who the other person is. They need to renew their commitments to each other, make sure the other person does not doubt their love is real, and also Katniss has to somehow make sure Peeta knows she actually wants to stay in 12 with him and that she's not just staying there with him because she's exiled.

BUT at that one year mark, even if they're not fully married and living together, utilizing every horizontal and several vertical surfaces for nefarious purposes... the entirety of district 12 knows they're basically married anyways.

I feel like that needs some clarification. A lot of the district 12 residents post war will have been in 13, so they would've known or suspected that something was Not Right with K&P after Peeta's rescue. He's not seen for a long time, and then when he is, he's got guards and he's wearing manacles. He's rarely ever close to Katniss. The cafeteria scene happens in front of a crowd. There's no way rumors weren't a flying after Katniss books it out of there and Delly winds up screeching at Peeta and he's dragged out by his guards. So they knew something was up in 13, but they also know that Everlark is endgame at the end of a year after the war.

I don't think it'd take more than two years tho, if that makes sense. I like giving them that wiggle room to heal.

As for you last question, I hesitate to put a name to it because to me, modern day tumblr's concept of "spicy" is not canon Everlark's concept of "spicy." I know what kind of kinky mofo's you all are, and I don't think they get up to that level of spice. But I also don't think they fit modern day tumblr's idea of vanilla either. I think they get up to plenty of spicy shenanigan's. It's not always sweet and tender and two positions with them. Also Peeta has a dirty dirty mouth and once Katniss gets Peeta in her bed for good, they discover that she is insatiably curious.

Maybe that's a copout answer, but that's what I think!

<3 kdnfb

[kay-ous]

@the-circus-ctrl-key Jax and that whole AU is by @unfunnyaceartist ..

GummyBunny (s)/(bn)

(Aka @gummy-axolotl x Jax, ctrl-key ver)

Bc I said yesterday I’d do it ✨

Suggestive, plus all of gummy’s k1nks

——————

“Hey, Jax?” You wandered around, looking for Jax. You said you’d be coming over… where was that fluffy bastard?

You looked around the house some more, you heard… humming..?

You followed it and realized it was coming from a room, eh, it’s probably just Jax. You gently push the door open a bit, about to announce your arrival, as your eyes landed on him. It made your heart stop at the view you had.

Jax was changing just a bit away from you, he only had a shirt on, his boxers, and those fishnets that— god you almost forgot were there.. His little tail poking out as it seemed to wiggle just a bit, you couldn’t help but watch. Fffuck.. it didn’t help that he was already a flirty bastard who could literally code this world into looking or functioning differently because of his key, but fuck.. damnit he didn’t have to go flaunting that around..

Well, he isn’t flaunting it, now that you think about it, he’s in his room and your peaking—

“You know.” Jax stated, making you snap out of your internal dialogue, his eyes shifted and looked right at you, a smug smirk on his face, “I usually would make someone pay for this kind of service. The show ain’t free, gummy.”

You quickly moved away from the door, about to leave, “Hah- eh- nothin- I’m- bye-“ you stuttered, unable to get any clear words out. Before you were suddenly tugged back.

…You didn’t remember having something around your neck before-

“Mmh, nope, not letting you get away that easily, doll.” Jax said in that usual smug tone, tugging on what was around your neck gently.

You looked down. Oh… fuck. He made a chain appear. It was a fucking chain. Hehadyouonaleashohmygod-

You felt another tug, though this one wasn’t gentle, you pretty much fell over, maybe due to being too flustered at the sudden events, to be able to process shit.

“Looks like someone’s being a bit of a disobedient toy, eh~?” Jax purred, kneeling to your height on the ground, he twirled the chain in his hand, amused by your reaction.

Oh god this felt like a living fantasy right here, he was looking just over you had had you on a leash… that bitch knew it was one of your turn ons too.. it didn’t help that he was wearing pretty much nothing but boxers and those fishnets right now…

“I-I— uh… sorry…?” You apologized hesitantly, after pretty much dying internally, freaking out because of the situation. You had no clue what to say.. no clue.

Jax ‘frowned’, “Now now, that won’t do, now will it? Can’t let such a naughty toy go unpunished.” if you were in your right mind, you’d know damn well that he’s teasing you, that wasn’t a frown, he was just putting up that act… damn hot sadist.

Jax looked to the side, a teasing smirk making its way onto his face as he pulled you a bit closer, “But… knowing you, you’d be into that kind of shit. Kinky freak.”

Jax shrugged, “Than again, it makes my day to watch you squirm.” Jax wasn’t even bothered by the fact that you’d watched him change.. he was just taking any excuse to mess with you, not that you knew that.

You huffed and looked to the side, “Bastard-“

“Up-bup, eyes up here, dolly~” Jax tugged on the chain again.

“I’m not a pet, Jax-“ You tried to retort, despite your mind practically being a faint keyboard smash. You couldn’t believe you were holding it together this much.

Jax stood up, bringing you up with him, his free arm wrapping around your waist, “That’s right, you’re not a pet, you’re my toy.” Jax replied slyly

Jax leaned forward and purred in your ear, gently tugging the chain, since he knew what a kinky shit you are, “Either way, I bet you’d love if I treated you like that~ Like a wild animal… Heh…”

“Bet you’d love me to rail you like one.”

Okay now you couldn’t help yourself from coughing a bit in surprise, your face fully red. God damnit, the close position, the fucking chain, and being called that.. oh…. Oh hell he knew how to grind your gears…

“O-Oh lord-“

“Lord, hmm~? Can’t tell if you’re calling me your master or a god but..” Jax smirked smugly down at you, “Either way.. I can make pray on your knees, if that’s what ya got in mind~”

Holy shit, he didn’t have to do that. Talk about that kind of shit when he had you wrapped around him and on a leash.

“I-I— shxh-“ You could only make a flustered noise as he practically picked you up and walked over to his bed. “Jax-“

“Oh, my sweet toy…” Jax promptly pinned you down, you few it a chill go up your spine at the feeling, being stuck between him and the sheets, “When will you learn.. that I know all the dirty thoughts in your sick mind~”

Your body started to tremble softly as he leaned in, he whispered sensually in your ear, “All I need… is you to say yes, gummy…~”

“Mmph..” you tried to calm your shaky body and blushy face, you slowly nodded.

Jax tugged on the chain, “Didn’t hear that~” he teased, now knowing he had full permission, consent is hot, after all.

“P-Please..!”

Jax looked down at you, “You dirty little toy~” he teased at how you practically begged just now.

Fuck, you felt so embarrassed just now… at the same time you really just wanted him to play with you.

You could feel the bedsheets against your back as his chest pressed against yours— wait… you just had your shirt on- how the fuck did he take it off.

“How-“

“The key, doll. Now just relax, don’t worry… I’ll do it just like you like it, rough~”

…Damnit, he really had to tease you on how you liked it.

(Really suggestive/suggestive implications below)

You gasped as Jax bit into your shoulder, you could feel his teeth dig into your skin, “A-Ah..~” you couldn’t stifle the noise that passed through your lips.

Jax hummed contently, giving your chain a little tug, before moving and making more marks. Jax kissed roughly along the marks in your neck, “Heh.. you taste sweet, doll~” Jax purred, his free hand trailing down your side, “I just… can’t help but mark you as my own~”

“Y-Yeah I… can’t tell..~” You murmured as Jax continued sensually licking the sensitive marks. You gasped at the feeling, Jax saw this, as usual, he gave you that look, you knew it was his usual cocky look.

Jax chuckled, “Aww..~ You’re so sensitive.. I wonder how you’d feel if I…~” Jax teased, the hand that slid down your side, moved over to your crotch.

Your eyes went wide in surprise, too flustered to move or do anything but just stare at him. Fuck, he seemed to really want to make you squirm.

Jax gave your chain an occasional tug every now and again as he marked you up, his hand on your crotch was rubbing in a slight rhythm, you had to contain yourself from grinding up on him. He bit into that sensitive spot on your neck, “Jax..~!”

Jax paused for a moment, you went more red than before as you slowly looked at him, “…W-Why did you stop…?”

“…” Jax was quiet for a moment, before biting into that spot again, you didn’t have time to cover your mouth and letting out another noise.

Jax smirked and thought to himself, he found a weak spot, oh and you seemed to love it. “Let’s see how long you can hold those noises in for.”

You saw that look, oh he was scheming. Your body was trembling in both arousal and anticipation, “What d-do you mean by— AH~!”

Oh it would be a looooonnng night, gummy~

——

Probs short, but whatever 💃🕺

[rewatching-sam-and-dean]

So, a post with a series of great reblogs came across my feed today -- here — regarding two concepts that are often discussed in fandom: Daddy Dean and Spoiled Sam (in a non-kinky way).

It's funny that this post came across my feed today because l've been thinking about Sam and Dean's childhoods a lot lately and how their different experiences, or perspectives, have shape who they are and how they express their emotions as adults. To start, I wanted to comment on these specific ideas that seem to pop up in fandom so often: Selfless Parent Dean and Selfish Spoiled Sam.

This one got long (shocking, I know), so if you’re interested, please do read on under the cut.

Dean: The Selfness Parent?

Do I think Dean was given too much responsibility, at a way too young age? Yes. Do I think Dean, even as a child, would have died to protect Sam? Yes. Do I think Dean's protectiveness over and love for Sam are two of his best qualities? Yes. Do I think Dean's influence contributed to the man Sam became? Yes. Do I think Dean did both some pretty general level (Lucky Charms, anyone?) and extraordinary sacrifices (giving up a chance to start over at the boy's home because he saw Sam in the car) for Sam? I do. Do I think this makes Dean the one who raised Sam, entirely on his own, acting as both a mother and a father to Sam? Kind of … there was also this other guy around who they called Dad (however absent he might have been, he still was a fixture in their lives). Do I think Dean could also have a quick temper (“Don’t you ever talk about mom, ever!”, be insensitive, and even neglectful (Sam developing Clown fears at Plucky's) at times. Yes. Do I think Dean could also be irresponsible (losing food money on gambling)? Yep. Do I think this makes Dean a bad person, or even a bad brother? No. He was just a kid himself.

So, this is where I balk at the reading of Dean as Sam's "real", selfless, supportive father, or mother stand in. Even at the time of Season 1 and 2, which were peak seasons for supportive and empathetic Dean, for me, he can still be a dick. Children and teenagers who grew up to be amazing people can even start out as jerks. So, I don’t understand where this idea of a perfect father-figure Dean comes in, especially when he wasn’t even a perfect father figure to Ben as an adult (snapping at him, pushing him and smacking him in times of peak danger). He was Sam’s protector, absolutely, but not this super-human provider of protection, and giver of affection and cuddles, that some fans insist on seeing him as. Dean, despite his heroism, bravery and love for Sam, is still a flawed character. And that’s okay. He was a brave and protective kid in a difficult situation, but he wasn’t perfect. When we woobify Dean, we miss out on the complete character and who he actually is, good and bad.

Sam: The Spoiled Selfish Brat?

Do I think that Sam almost come off as a little bit callous regarding his family when we first meet him? Yes. When the show begins, do I think Sam is maybe a bit arogant and ignorant to some of the things Dean did for him growing up? Yes. But, do I totally blame him for the latter? No, because he wasn’t told much by Dean or John, and he was a child when a lot of things happened. Does the fact that Dean started hunting at a younger age, and didn’t tell Sam about it at first, make Sam sheltered? Yes and no. I would argue that he’s been more sheltered than Dean regarding hunting, but he also begins hunting when he’s pretty little. In "just my Imagination" we see that Sam gets permission to joint John and Dean on his first hunt (by taking a bus alone, no less) when he’s 9. Even if Sam was more often the research guy than the actively hunting guy, he was still exposed to a lot of crazy crap and lived in near constant fear for himself, his brother and his dad. The fact that Dean started hunting before Sam also suggests that Sam spent more time fully alone than Dean did, not to mention, a lot of the time, Dean liked hunting and thought it was cool, and he did it with his dad who he idolized. So, while Sam was physically safer, more removed from the action, he also didn’t get the perceived "perks" (it feels weird to call them that) that Dean had, or to be with his family as often. So, do I think Sam is selfish for leaving a dangerous situation, where he was often lonely, to go away to school? Um, no. Do I blame Sam for feeling differently about family than Dean when he was also often the odd man out? Nope. We know that when there was family turmoil, Dean usually sided with John or at least appeared to (Dean himself says this a couple times). Finally, do I think Sam is spoiled or selfish for leaving his family at 18 (like many young adults do around the world) to get an education, on a full-ride scholarship that he somehow earned despite their crazy lifestyle, and escape a literally life-threatening mission and turbulent home life. Yeah, no. Do I feel bad for Dean who desperately wants his family to stay together? Absolutely, I sympathize more with him than Sam at first in the show. However, I think a lot of the things people hate on Sam for are actually pretty understandable or justified in the early seasons. So, it’s just as damaging to vilify Sam as it is to woobify Dean because we miss so much important detail about the characters. The same is true of the reverse, woobifying Sam and vilifying Dean, but I just don’t see that as often in this fandom.

The Winchester Family Experience: Dean vs Sam's Perspectives

So, another thing that I think gets ignored a lot is just how different Sam and Dean's early, early years are. Dean had almost five years of "normal" family life (Dean being born in January and Mary being killed in November of his forth year around the sun). That’s a tragically short amount of time with his family being whole, but Dean did know safety, comfort, love and affection in his earliest years, and those things leave impressions. In the opening scene of the pilot, we see an adorable little Dean kissing his baby brother goodnight, and getting affection from both parents, and even a hug from a comparatively soft John. In Contrast, what were Sam's earliest years like? From the time that Sam would be old enough to remember, all he knew was that he had no mom, but wasn’t allowed to talk about her. He had an older brother that he looked up to and who watched over him, but who was keeping secrets from him. And he had a grief and revenge fueled father who barked orders, was gone a lot of the time and who seemingly only ever hugged him in fearful relief as a child (from what we see as an audience), not in casual affection. Sam had no foundation of safety, or comfort. So, is it any wonder that he can’t see family, or their family, in the same way Dean does? The fact that Dean had that time to bond with John, and got to experience some softness does matter because, even though he had more responsibility thrust on his shoulders than Sam, he also had an earned connection with his dad, and at least some warm memories to fall back on.

Saying "I Love You"

I think it’s interesting how their different early childhood experiences, potentially as well as their temperaments, not only shaped who they are as people, but their ability to express emotions. In this case, I’m going to focus in on verbally expressing love in particular because this post Is getting very long.

Dean says "I love you" to a heaven Memory!Mary in "Dark Side of the Moon." He also tells a Mary inside her own head that he loves and hates her. He says, "I love you for trying," when Sam is begging him not to lock himself up in a metal box at the bottom of the ocean with Micheal locked up in his head. He says, "I love you, too" to John when he’s about to disappear in "Lebanon." And finally, he says "I love you … so much" to Sam in "Carry On." Dean's 'I love yous" are few and far between, but he can say it, and he only says it to his I’m immediate family. (Unless I’m missing someone.). It’s not like I think people have to say it all the time, and those words can be hard to say for a lot of people (myself included), but he CAN say them directly to the people he loves.

Sam says "I love you" to a Hellucination!Jess and to his mom's grave stone. Also, I believe he says it to Mary on the phone once? He says, "You’re my brother, and I still love ya" to Dean in "Sam, Interrupted." Can we count it if he’s tripping balls on medication and he says "ya" instead of "you"? Well, I’m going to. He also tells Dean, "We all love you," which I half-count because he lumped other people into his declaration. Sam does tell a young John that he loves his dad ("The Song Remains the Same”), but John doesn’t know he’s talking about him at the time, so it’s not entirely a direct declaration. And, I think, that’s it. So, does the fact that Sam says it less directly to his immediate family mean he doesn't love them? No, obviously. But, I think it’s interesting that the brother who had no memory of "happy family" (I know things weren't actually perfect with John and Mary) is the one who seems to have a harder time saying "I love you" directly, and with his full chest, to family. This sort of tells me that a) Sam, by nature has a harder time expressing deep emotion or b) Sam didn’t hear it much, or ever even, as a little kid, so it’s hard for him to say the words, especially directly.

So, why did I go down the "I love you" rabbit hole? Well, I think it has some merit in the whole Dean is Selfness and was a martyr vs Sam was selfish and spoiled debate. It also shows how close both brothers keep the verbal expression of that feeling to themselves. Obviously, both brothers are bigger on show than tell in terms of expressing love. Selling your soul or potentially dooming the world for each other tends to get the message across.

In short, both brothers are selfless and selfish at times, and both are flawed but heroic. If we stan one brother so hard that we refuse to see their faults while constantly vilifying the other, we miss all the nuance in the story. It’s really a disservice to ourselves to woobify characters, not in the harmless, "Sam/Dean Winchester has never done anything wrong in his life. End post" kind of way, but in the "This charter is perfect and only did good things, and never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it, and … and … and" kind of way.

Anyway, if anyone made it this far, thank you for coming along with me on my bumpy rambling road of thought on this. If I missed any "I love yous" from Sam or Dean, or if you’d like to chime in on the topic, I’d love to hear it.

[amysubmits]

Okay, so I don’t really know how to word this. My Dom (together 5+years) is very open to trying new things. And I want to do these things. But I am so shy. Like deathly shy. He has made it clear that he likes the things he wants me to do, but I can’t do it because of the shyness. I want to so bad. But I can’t bring myself to do it. And he’s been so patient. But I can tell it’s starting to frustrate him. He hasn’t done anything that constitutes red flag. He’s actually been very understanding. How do I get rid of this shyness? I want it gone. I want to be able to do things with him that we both like. And I don’t understand why I am having these shyness issues after all these years together… any advice or help is appreciated please.

Hey Anon,

Sorry it's taken me a few days to get to this, my week kinda got away from me.

I totally get where you're coming from, as I've had similar struggles myself in different ways.

I see two primary possibilities.

One is that you may need to work to grow trust still. If he's made you feel judged, criticized, or just not accepted, then he'll have to work to rebuild that trust.

The other is that he hasn't specifically made you feel uncomfortable at all, maybe you're even more comfortable being fully yourself with him than you are with anyone else in the world...but you still have personal insecurities that get in the way. I know in my own journey with kink there have been times where I was initially seeing myself as 'too shy' for something but in reality it was deeper. I thought I was just too shy, but I was actually really scared of exploring something that might bring me pleasure because part of me didn't feel I deserved pleasure. Or I thought I was just being shy, but on deeper introspection, I was worried that exploring some of my kinky interests would make me be or feel dirty, impure, bad. That I wasn't supposed to like the stuff I liked. I've also felt 'shy' to do things because I was afraid of 'failure'. We've talked about how we both like X, but what if I try to do X and I don't actually enjoy it? Won't I have let him down? Or what if we try X but we don't get very far with it the first time and it's a slow process to get to the end goal? Those are some internalized fears that I had, that I had to really dig deep to even realize were hiding under this 'shyness' feeling. In other words, shyness can have fear, shame, guilt, insecurity, etc hiding under it sometimes.

And if that's the case for you, if you can try to pinpoint what the deeper feeling is, then maybe it'll help you learn how to work with or around that feeling. For example, if you can figure out that you're worried about feeling dirty, then you can share that with your partner and do lots of verbal reassurance about how you aren't dirty. Or if you're afraid of 'failing' you can get reassurance by talking through how the goal isn't perfection, and how it's okay if you need to stop, or don't get very far on your first try, or if you don't end up even enjoying it IRL. That exploration is the goal.

I'm sure there are endless other possibilities. But in general, I'd just wonder if there's more than 'shyness' going on and if you can dig a little deeper and figure out how to move forward from there.

Best of luck to you!

[chublov1]

Hiiiiii, I’ve commented before here but it was without a signature-

I adore the way you write weight gain and corruption themes, it just scratches the kinky part of my brain so good.

I wanted to suggest my favorite character, Amber! Maybe after the situation with Dvalin was resolved, there’s been alot less work for the outrider to do…and maybe she starts getting nice and chubby, realizing that she doesn’t hate the softness. Plus, the plenty of festivals Mondstadt has won’t do anything to slim her down… Not to mention all the other knights seem very supportive of her recent gain, taking her out to Good Hunter and gifting her plenty of food more and more frequently. With all these factors, what else can she do except give in to her most hedonistic desires~ Just an idea I had!

-💛 Nemo

Hii, thank you so much!! Corruption is something that I think I subconsciously enjoyed for longer than I could put a name to it. It's fun when I can pinpoint exactly what I like about a kink and then go full speed ahead with that type of plotline~

And as for Amber... 👀

I think the only time I ever wrote her before was as Eula's feeder in one of my first (unfinished, unposted) feedism fics, but boy do I love the idea of a bubbly character becoming just fully immersed with their body and slowly but surely focusing more on indulgence than responsibilities... With a supportive environment, too? That's so dreamy <3

I want those close to her to become protective and enable her, I want them to swoon over her and spoil her, I want her to be KoF mascot more than anything else. She'll be their pride and bring people comfort with her energetic nature, way more focused on her work within the walls of Mondstadt City... Where she has to walk less, on even paths and with yummy food at every corner... Maybe she's okay with being a little domesticated bunnyrabbit <3

[chiptaylorsfirst]

hey! i couldn’t tell easily, so are your requests open? if so (and if you’re comfortable) could i get an mgg smut with reader with nipple piercings? like maybe she gets them as a surprise or one night they go for some kinky shit and he pierces them 😉 anyway if this is okay and you’re interested, i’d greatly appreciate it. also I binged a lot of your smut last night oops 😬

A/N: Sure. My requests are open and I'm very willing to write this.

Word Count: 1,602

Pairing: dom!Matthew Gray Gubler x fem!nipple pierced!Reader

Warning: Smut, restraints, blindfold, use of sex toy, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, titty sucking

Summary: Matthew has been away for a while and you decide to surprise him with a different modification he’s never seen on your body.

You had talked to Matthew multiple times about getting a piercing and how cute you thought it’d look. He agreed, stating that you’d look pretty with anything you got and as long as it was what you wanted, it didn’t matter. What you didn’t tell him was the part of your body that you would get pierced. So, when he told you he had to leave for a few months to act in another state, you took that as your chance to get the nipple piercing you always dreamed of having. The months went by slowly with daily talks and face timing on the phone with him. When the final day came and he was back, you eagerly hugged him.

He kissed you, putting away his bags and jacket. “Were you good while I was gone? You didn’t break my rules, did you.” You shook your head. “Nope, I wanted to be good this time.” You could tell he didn’t believe you and frankly, you didn’t believe it either. You’d think that your sex drive would be through the roof while he was away but it turned slightly nonexistent. You focused yourself on work and cleaning while he was gone, doing your best not to break any of his rules and it surprisingly worked. Now, here you were in his arms, more than ready for anything he had planned.

“Really, babe? You were finally a good girl,” he questioned, his voice condescending towards you. “Yes, I was.” He picked you up and started carrying you to your shared room. “We’ll see,” he muttered. When you were in your room, he threw you on the bed and watched you. “Remove your clothes and touch yourself for me.” You did as he asked, happy to finally be able to show off your surprise to him. You took off your bottoms first, doing it as slow as you could before taking off your shirt then your bra, your nipples exposed to him. He glanced over your form, blinking twice to make sure what he saw was correct. “When did you get them?”

“The day you left was my appointment date.” He walked over to you, his eyes glued to your chest. “Did they hurt?” You nodded. “Yeah, it was worth it though.” “And you didn’t tell me?” You smiled. “I told you I wanted to get a piercing. I got my piercing.” His hand went forward a little, his eyes a shade darker. “Can I,” he asked, his hand inches away from your nipple. “Yeah, they should be healed by now.” He cupped one of your breasts in his hand, toying with your nipple and feeling the metal on his finger. You arched into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his hand playing with you, soft moans escaping your lips.

He smirked as he looked at you, loving the way that you reacted. He soon removed his hands and you unexpectantly whined in response. “Matthew, don’t make me wait any longer please,” you begged. “I’ve been so good and played by your rules. It was so difficult, babe.” “You’ll have to wait just a little longer for me, okay? Can you do that for me?” You pouted in response like a little child but nodded. Matthew knew you were being truthful about not breaking his rules but he was going to push you a little bit further. He stripped down until he was fully exposed before you. You looked over his body multiple times, keeping it in your memory. 

You missed this so much, the sight of him naked, the way he’d look at you, his touch on your body, you missed it all. He got in the bed with you, lowering his head all the way down to where you needed him the most. Then, without warning, he started to eat you out as if he’d been starved. There was nothing for you to do except toss and turn from the pleasurable feeling you felt. Your hand went straight down to his hair, tugging and playing with the curly strands. 

Just when you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, it all went away, his mouth coming off of you and a smile on his face. “You were a good girl while I was gone. I can tell by how needy you are. You know, good girls not only get to cum but they get whatever they want. What do you want, baby?” You thought for a moment. This would be a grand opportunity for you to be dominant over your boyfriend tonight. Your brain flowed with different ideas and thoughts, each of them similar but somewhat different. You realized that the debating in your mind would continue forever if you didn’t settle on something. So, you thought of what to say and said it. “I want you to surprise me.”

There was a large smirk developing on your boyfriend’s face from the sentence. “You sure, Y/N? I don’t want to do anything you’d dislike.” “You know whatever you give me, I can take,” you responded. That seemed to be enough to convince him as he walked to your dresser and pulled out a certain drawer. He grabbed a couple of things, making sure you didn’t see it. When he finally showed you what was in his hands, you were overwhelmed with need. There was a rope, a vibrator, and a blindfold, all things that Matthew knew you loved using during sex. It was kinky but not over the top, just enough for you to favor. 

He tied your wrists, using the rope, pulling at it to make sure it was just right. He then got the vibrator and blindfold, putting them near before getting in bed with you. He started to finger you first, loving how you arched into him. He did wonders, finding all the right places that brought you pleasure. After a few minutes of fingering you, he turned the vibrator on a medium setting, putting it just on your clit. More moans were pulled from you, your head tossing and turning as you felt Matthew’s mouth around one of your breasts, sucking gently. He deepened the vibrator, inserting it inside of you and thrusting it in and out. You cherished the moment, the vibrations inside of you making you squirm slightly. You moaned Matthew’s name again and again, proclaiming your love for him until you came.

He took the vibrator out of you, turned it off, then licked your essence off of it, basking in your taste. He put the vibrator away somewhere for cleaning, grabbing the blindfold and placing it around your head. He tied it around you then made sure you couldn’t see anything. He then got on top of you, softly, making sure he didn’t crush you with the weight of his body. You felt his lips against yours, kissing him back almost immediately, adjusting to the fact that you couldn’t see. You no longer felt his lips against yours, feeling him move away. You wondered what he was doing and if he left you entirely, then you felt the head of his cock on the outside of your opening and excitement rushed over you. He slid himself fully inside, not bothering to allow you to adjust from how wet you were.

He wrapped your legs around his waist as he started fucking you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in your room. He focused himself on your breasts as he fucked you, loving the piercings you had and kneading a nipple in his hand. He knew that part of you was overly sensitive and shock waves went throughout your entire body at the feeling. You felt his warm mouth and tongue playing with the other, making you more and more responsive. “Babe, you feel so good,” he groaned out, feeling your warm walls clench around him and trying his best not to cum early. 

He always waited until you came first then he’d get his release. He saw it as a way of expressing his love to you in a deeper way. You could hear his pleasure without seeing his face. He became more vocal as did you, your voice louder than his. You focused your ears on the sounds he made, loving the noises from him. You always enjoyed it more when he was vocal. His hand and mouth switched to the other, the taste of the metal on his tongue as he sucked on your nipple. You felt your legs start to twitch as his pace went faster, his cock hitting your g spot and going deep inside of you. You moaned out his name, broken moans coming from you as you milked his cock.

He met his release during yours, his strokes getting sloppy and his cock twitching inside of you before spilling his seed into you. He slowed to a calmer pace, calming the two of you down and bringing you back to earth. He then pulled out of you, taking the rope off from around your wrists then removing the blindfold that was over your eyes. You cuddled with him, laying on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you. “Babe, you should’ve told me you’d get your nipples pierced. It looks so good on you.” You smiled. “I know, you liked your surprise, Matthew?” “Very much. Would you be so kind to give me an encore?” You shook your head. “Not just yet, mister. I’m hungry and I’m not doing it again on an empty stomach.” Your boyfriend was quick to get you some food, excited for another round.

[switchy-bastard]

Well, I finally broke down and made a horny blog. Welcome! It's nice to have you here. This is my pinned post, and I will probably edit it fairly often as this blog develops.

I guess let's get the rough part out of the way first.

Do not interact:

Minors- this is an 18+ blog. Please leave immediately.

Terfs- get the fuck out. You will be blocked.

If you would judge someone for anything outside of their control - like race, gender, orientation, sexuality, nationality, etc. - then you're an asshole, and I don't want to talk to you.

About me:

I'm amab, and I use he/him pronouns. If you're very nice to me, there are others I may tell you are okay.

I am bisexual, and I love all genders/genitalia. DMs are open for flirtation with other adults, so long as you understand that I'm not looking for a long-term monogamous partner at the moment. I'm also happy to talk academically about kink-related things.

I'm a top-leaning verse with an oral fixation.

Kinks and kinky preferences:

As my blog title says, I am a switch. I tend to default to submission online, since it's easier/more acceptable/less aggressive, but I do genuinely enjoy both.

Very much have a praise kink, both as a dom and as a sub. Love to be praised, and love to praise. Sometimes, it can be nice to mix in a little degradation, but only if we've agreed to it beforehand.

Bondage is lovely- I can think of very little more intimate than the act of tying someone up, or trusting them enough to be tied. Big into ropes, chains, cuffs, etc.

Hypnosis is cool- I've never been successfully put under, but I like it as a dom, and I like the concept as a sub.

I tend to prefer a gentle style of dominance for myself, but I can get rougher if you like- the trust involved in being asked for that is a huge turn on for me.

If I'm domming you, you can call me Sir, or Master. Please don't call me Daddy without asking first.

If you're domming me, I enjoy being a Good Boy.

Here are some graphics of my kinks (last updated 22 September 2024):

From https://bdsmtest.org

From https://goctionni.github.io/kinklist-v2/

Some elaboration on some of these results:

I'd be willing to wear heels for play only if we found them in my size- I have wide feet, which makes shoe shopping difficult, and I don't get enough out of cross-dressing myself to bother looking for them, but if that's your kink, I'll work to indulge you, as I have nothing against it.

Calling people Daddy/Mommy is hot. Taking it further, to the point of age regression or incest roleplay, is not my kink, but this is not a moral indictment against those who enjoy it. Live your freaky truth!

I'm fairly neutral about age gaps. I wouldn't seek out someone too much younger or older, but I'm open to adult conversations with other adults.

I will not be tickled. This is not open to negotiation.

I will not participate in cheating, even as roleplay. If you have a cuckold/cuckqueen fetish, this is not to shame you- it just isn't for me.

If you've made it this far, my asks (including anons if you're shy) and DMs are open. I hope you like it here!

I'm still figuring out my personal stance on polyamory/ethical non-monogamy. I'm certainly not looking for anything monogamous myself right now, but I've got some hang-ups from my upbringing that make it difficult to engage fully with the poly lifestyle. Patience is appreciated as I work through this. I'm usually down to have fun, though!

Claimed anons: 🦇, 😇 (maybe), 🪼

[neoarchipelago]

Genuine question. Not hate

Tw//mentions of hyper-sexuality/sa/r*pe/kms

I’ve highlighted main points

I fully believe that people who are hypersexual are entitled to write about sa/r*pe because it’s a way to cope with trauma.Although writing about sa/r*pe when nothing has happened to you is an entirely different thing especially when you don’t tag non-con/dub-con.

Because you aren’t writing to cope with anything,you’re writing because you find a literal crime that affects millions of people kinky.

It’s not kinky it’s weird.

I understand that consent may not be mentioned in their writing because sometimes it’s hard to write consent in,but they make it clear that it is consensual,but when the reader/oc is saying things like “stop.” “Get off.” Etc. it’s fucking weird especially when you haven’t had the trauma.

I understand that maybe just a little that telling someone to k themselves maybe isn’t the best response but what else can you do? I understand that you can block them but it just makes no sense to write about it full stop.

It’s not a kink,it’s a crime and traumatic to the victim especially considering that barely any r*pists are jailed.

So again as a genuine question,why do you think it’s okay to write about sa/r*pe if you don’t have the trauma and therefore aren’t using it to cope.

Hi! First of all thank you for being respectful and having a civilized conversation with me! (It's apparently rare)

You are entitled to your opinion, to think that this kink is weird, or these writings are horrible! And it's totally ok to voice it out! You are doing so, somewhat respectfully!

Writing is a hard activity. Especially in the beginning. It might be hard to write consent or you may simply want to write non-con or dub-con for the plot or not.

I'd like to specify this kink: it's actually called CNC (consensual non consensual) which is the fantasy of being r@ped. Now the mind itself doesn't agree with it in general and people who have this kink find it absolutely horrible and are against it! It's a sexual play between parties. Works of Fiction are a way to roll with the kink! Just like being kidnapped, or tied up! Obviously you'd find it horrible in an actual threatening setting to anyone! But in a sexual, safe environment it can be thrilling.

Now it's not for everyone! Can be very triggering! And I fully agree with you that not putting the Right tags, the right warnings is actually pretty harmful!! It can trigger victims or even traumatize readers!

Writers be very careful about it please!!

That being said, if these warnings are well there, and you're triggered by it, DO NOT READ IT! No one's forcing you to read and these are here to make sure you avoid doing so!!

The part I don't agree with you is "well what can you do?". I think it's quite a very light response to possible suicide as an answer to a work of fiction. Block the Tag, voice your opinion through points and without hate towards people! I avoid reading many things I find triggering, especially works with suicide in them because I'm heavily triggered. But just like people who write murder or horror fics, they're writing fiction and I can't blame them for work!

I protect myself above all. The Internet is wild but it's a free virtual world where saying things isn't light. You'll see things you don't like, you hate or find triggering. And unfortunately you'll seem people pushing others to suicide. Unfortunately... When it works, there's only nothing left behind but grief and words typed.

Please, make the difference between reality and fiction! Writers are writing fictional things! They do not agree with r@pe or murder! No one should kill themselves because of a work of fiction!

And If you're struggling with depression, or these kind of hateful comments please, PLEASE speak out!!! There are people who can help you! You are worth so much!

[mermaidsirennikita]

I’m very excited to see what you think of Hart’s book… I still really feel like Jennifer Ashley pulled her punches when it came to his "adventurous" side.

Yeah, I've heard she goes with the "Ye Olde Bondage" (v. mild bondage) route--but tbh, I kinda expected that when I read about him choking his mistress out, lol. I feel like historicals, unless you go with authors like Sierra Simone (who doesn't write as much HR) or Nicola Davidson, maybe some other indie authors like Golden Angel (still need to read her) still have a long way to go when it comes to really normalizing kink on the page. Even in the kinkier historicals I've read (Scarlett Peckham, Grace Callaway often plays with kink) it's usually pretty mild, imo.

Which is ironic, considering the origins of HR and what the oldies are infamous for? I was skimming over an 80s historical I loved as a kid (and lbr probably still do) and it says right on the page, in no euphemistic language, that the hero raped the heroine. It acknowledges that the encounter was fully nonconsensual. And it also says that she enjoyed it when he raped her GENTLY, essentially.

And more recently it's like... Well, he can consensually choke out his mistress, but not the woman he loooves. Which, to be clear, if you both consent, you can TOTALLY choke the person you love during sex, lol, you just need to do it safely (and to be clear it's a high-risk activity that shouldn't be done lightly). And I think that in contemporary, we're coming around to that more, but with HR there's this perception that you can't "do" certain types of explicit kink. I have to think that a lot of this is due to portions of the HR readership being really vocal about what is and isn't acceptable, because "accuracy".

When like... of course... everyone who studies the history of sex even a little knows that kink wasn't just invented. Even when--I mean, probably especially when--society has been sexually repressed on a public level, people get kinky in private. And like, I think there's this idea among some that kink is this very modern concept, even in terms of like... the physicality. And it's like, lmao, you don't need a 21st century dungeon to get weird... even if you're in the 21st century.

But yeah, based on the amount of shit that Nicola Davidson gets for depicting historically accurate sex toys in her books... I think there is resistance. Even if it's coming from a technical (vocal) minority.

It's okay Hart, I'll know that you're doing breath play with your heroine... in my heart.

[victorluvsalice]

It’s February, and you know what that means -- Valicetine’s Day is coming up! Or, rather, Valicertine’s Day, given my love for my new OT3. And to help celebrate that, I have found myself some OT3 ship memes to post for the next couple of weeks! :D Here is one by @junnieevee, which I found very nice indeed. :) As per last year’s Valice Ship Meme February, some explanations of why I did some of the things I did on this meme are under the Read More:

Jealousy/Horniness/Clinginess Levels: None of them get particularly jealous (Smiler is naturally fairly chill, while Victor and Alice tend a little more toward self-loathing, unfortunately) -- I put Alice as the highest there because we’ve SEEN her jealous in the Forgotten Vows Verse, meaning I feel like she’s the most prone to it. Horniness was easy -- Victor has a fairly low sex drive, and Alice basically has none at all unless very specific buttons are pushed, so Smiler took that by a mile. XD It was a toss-up between which of Victor and Alice would be clingier (Alice due to the loss of her family, Victor due to the loss of his first two romantic interests) -- I eventually decided Victor struck me as the clingier type and put him a little ahead of the others.

Tropes: Victor and Alice’s tropes were easy -- Alice is very much a Violently Protective Girlfriend when it comes to Victor, and their dynamic (with Alice being the harder one who knows a thing or two about fighting, and Victor being the softer one who prefers to keep to the background) does at least invoke Pitbull Dates Puppy. Victor and Smiler were a little more difficult, but after a scan through some of the romantic tropes on TV Tropes, I decided on Romantic Ribbing (as Smiler really does strike me as the type to lovingly tease their partners) and Laugh Of Love (as Smiler would definitely make Victor laugh more!). Alice and Smiler also took some thought, as they themselves aren’t in a romantic relationship -- they’re just good friends who have a common partner. However, once I confirmed Friends With Benefits was also a trope, that immediately went on there -- one of Alice’s favorite jokes is that she and Smiler are “friends with benefits,” with Victor being “benefits.” XD I also gave them Casual Kink because -- well. At least in the main Modern AU verse, the relationship IS a kinky one, and the pair are basically co-Domming Victor. XD It felt like the best fit!

Alignment Chart: Okay, this one took some thought -- I ended up putting Victor and Alice in “Neutral Good” and Smiler in “Chaotic Good” because, the way I characterize them, they’re all good people who will help others, with Victor and Alice maybe being somewhat more inclined to follow regular old laws and such than Smiler. However, I put them at the BOTTOM of those squares (with Smiler actually coming out of theirs) because I feel like there is an argument to be made that they might shade Neutral due to caring about each other and their friends most of all -- I’m really not sure. I’m not a D&D player, and I feel like this is a really subjective one. But yeah, so far, so Good.

The Graphs: The “Be Gay. . .” one was probably the easiest -- Smiler is definitely the one to do chaotic crime, while chaotically SOLVING crime is kind of the plot of Alice: Madness Returns, sooo. . . XD Victor is of course a more peaceful sort, and Corpse Bride has him accidentally solving a crime as well (that being the murder of Emily), so yeah!

“Greeting Each Other” was probably the next easiest -- I was TEMPTED to put Smiler or Alice in the “’sup bitch” quadrants, but ultimately decided it didn’t fully fit their personalities and kept them below the horizontal line -- if close to it. Smiler is definitely more of a “bro” person, though, while Alice kinda leans toward “My Love” and Victor much more strongly leans toward it. He’s probably the mushiest of the three.

“Showing Affection” -- well, I immediately knew Smiler is the kind of person who will easily and often go in for hugs and kisses with their partner, so putting them high up in the “Physical PDA” quadrant was a no-brainer. Victor and Alice I decided were more verbal (I’d already established in earlier memes that Alice is more verbal than Victor anyway), though they do like their kisses, and I decided that, due to his upbringing, Victor was probably the one more likely to keep affection behind closed doors. Though I imagine that’s a habit Alice and Smile quickly manage to break him out of. XD

“They Are. . .” was probably the hardest because -- hmmm. While was fairly comfortable putting Alice in “Jock Goth” (if only because of A:MR combining pretty, generally dark-colored dresses with lots of platforming and running around), and I was pretty certain Victor and Smiler leaned more toward “Nerd,” I wasn’t sure if either Smiler or Victor was “Goth” or “Prep.” After looking up prep styles, I decided to put Victor on the “Prep” side, and Smiler on the "Goth” one, but keep them VERY CLOSE to the line -- Victor in particular because I think you could argue he’s got Prep clothes in Goth colors. *shrug* Again, very subjective, this one!

The Middle “Who Fits This Criteria Best” Bit: I imagine some of these are easy to figure out -- Victor strikes me as very much the first to apologize after any fights; Alice is definitely the “excuse me, they asked for no pickles” girl; Victor is only too happy to use his money to spoil his beloveds; and I think I make it clear my ships all tend to be ride-or-die, with all three of them being willing to sacrifice themselves for their loved ones. But as for some of the others:

First To Confess: This is Alice because, in the modern AU, she’s the first to bring up that she’s noticed Victor and Smiler have a mutual crush going on AND that she’s open to polyamory. The trio wouldn’t have gotten off the ground without her deciding to address the elephant in the room!

First To Kiss: Victor is much more comfortable letting his partners kiss him first, due to not wanting to misjudge a situation and make it awkward. So yeah, when it came to first kisses, both Alice and Smiler initiated their respective ones.

Prone To Hide Their Feelings: Victor because he’s shy and easily convinced others will reject him; Alice because she’s either oblivious to her own feelings or is also convinced no one will feel the same way about her. Smiler is much more up front about their feelings -- when they realize they HAVE them, see below...

Wakes Up First: Fear for Victor and Alice, as I have decided Smiler is a Morning Person. XD More seriously, when thinking about it, it felt right that they’d be the first one up -- they’re maybe not the EARLIEST riser, but they’re better at getting up in the morning that Victor and Alice for sure! And a lot peppier, which is either cute or annoying depending on how groggy Victor and Alice are.

What’s Updog?: Okay, simply put, Smiler would make the “updog” joke, and Victor would fall for it. I wasn’t sure which way to read the category. XD

First To Propose: Victor seems like the one who would most worry about marriage and somehow finding a way to make their relationship more “legal.” Though I don’t know if he WOULD propose just because -- well, which one does he actually MARRY? He’d personally feel like he was leaving one of them out.

Wants Children: I was tempted to line this out, but I eventually went for the “Victor with a ?” instead because I could imagine him KINDA wanting kids (he certainly does not mind becoming a father in the Secundus and Forgotten Vows verses). But I have never actually pictured the trio WITH kids, and I think he’d be fine if it just stayed the three of them, so... *shrug*

Didn’t Know They Were Dating: This is Smiler because, in the modern AU as I’m currently picturing it, they’re actually the LAST to figure out they wanna be with Victor. XD Basically, they waved off any potential for romantic feelings as “aw, I just think he’s a bit cute, not like I want a guy who’s already partnered with such a great girl!” -- up until the hypnosis session, when Alice called Victor “darling” and it hit Smiler like a TRUCK how much THEY wanted to say that to Victor. Cue a lot of panicked texting to their friends afterward (and a lot being on the receiving end of shit from those same friends XD). But yeah, for now, poor Smiler’s the one in that category.

Initiates Contact: Basically a repeat of the “First To Kiss” category -- Victor would rather let his partners come to him with physical affection than go to them and be rejected (especially with Alice, who does prefer to be the one to initiate contact in general due to her touch thing).

Approached First: Basically a repeat of the “First To Confess” category, as Alice was, again, the first one to bring up and okay the idea of a polyamorous relationship. She’s also the one who encouraged Victor to say hi to Smiler in the first place after realizing who they were, sooo -- yeah!

Says The L Word First: I think Smiler would be the first to drop it, with Victor following behind -- I’ve given Alice trouble saying “love” in the past due to worry about what it might mean for the person she says it to (see the Secundus version of Alice, who couldn’t get it out without stuttering for most of the fic). Plus Smiler’s just the most open with their feelings, and Victor the most mushy, so yeah.

The Oblivious One: Smiler and Alice get to share this one due to a shared “it took us a while to realize we loved Victor” problem. XD Yeah, in this verse, it took Alice a little while to cotton on that she LOVED Victor, not just LIKED him, after they’d become friends, and I just explained what happened with Smiler above. It’s kind of adorable in its own way. XD

Where Are They On The Lines: I imagine most of these are reasonably easy to figure out, but a few notes just in case:

Big/Small Spoon: I have Smiler on the “Big Spoon” side and Alice on the “Small Spoon” side, but you can easily flip them -- what’s important is that Victor is sandwiched in the middle, which he really enjoys. :)

Kills The Bug/Lets It Out: I see Smiler as equally likely to kill or release the bug -- it depends on if they can catch it, where it is, and how easy a release would be. (Either that or they just get whoever’s closest to deal with it instead.)

Steals Clothes/Has Clothes Stolen: I put them all in the middle because, well, I can SEE Smiler and Alice being the type to borrow clothes -- but the different body types on display here means I’m not sure that anything any of them took from the others would FIT. Unless we’re talking some REALLY baggy hoodies and the like. Maybe they buy each other stealable clothes as the relationship goes on. XD

Swears Like A Sailor/Oh Fiddlesticks: I put Smiler closer on the “Oh Fiddlesticks” side simply because I feel they would use that kind of goofy non-swearing just for a laugh. They ARE capable of saying “fuck,” but “fudge” is often funnier. :p

Makes Dinner/Can’t Cook: They all have their strengths -- Alice is good with general cooking; Victor enjoys baking; Smiler is excellent with mixing drinks and making sauces and stuff like that. Dinner is often a team effort!

Responsible Driver/Don’t Let Them Behind The Wheel: I was tempted to make Smiler “drives like crazy,” but decided against it -- they may go a little faster than Victor would like, but they won’t do anything too reckless to avoid getting into an accident, which would really ruin everyone’s day. Meanwhile, I see Alice as wanting to be responsible, but oftentimes she DOESN’T drive because having a Wonderland hallucination on the road would be -- bad.

Can Live In A Dumpster/Clean Freak: Well, it’s not exactly a dumpster, but yeah, easy for me to picture Smiler as the messiest of the lot. The kind to leave clothes on the floor and water bottles in odd places. :p