#Tw: age play

[elisedonut]

i keep trying to throw Colin into another Percy ship for a polyship but everything ive written so far just keeps feeling

very age play

very "little now has two caretakers" vibes

which is not intentional for this so I keep having to try again

[abyssal-ilk]

playing as a tabris warden and especially playing as a fem tabris warden is just a constant over and over gut punch. you're getting married but then you, your cousin, and several other women from your alienage are kidnapped during your wedding by the arl's son. you slaughter your way out of it to save your cousin and the other women, but there isn't a victory in it— you know there will be retribution for killing a palace full of guards and several nobles even though you were defending yourself and your kin. you're forced to leave your home and join the grey wardens without being given even a single night to recover. you know there will be a purge. you don't know if you'll ever see your family again.

you're taken to ostagar where you are the only woman amongst the grey wardens, and not only that, you are the only elf among them. you remember nessa, the girl in your alienage who was afraid of leaving because she feared what the soldiers would do to her after going so long without seeing a woman. your status as an elf and a woman are constantly remarked upon. you have no choice but to stay. you are fed darkspawn blood by duncan; the blood kills one man while he slaughters the other in front of you. you are supposed to feel grateful to have survived this.

and even later when you seek help from the dalish, what do you learn from zathrian? the same injustices that were inflicted upon you have been repeated over and over for centuries. what do you learn when you seek help from the mages? templars lurk in every corner, always watching, driving mages to the same violence you yourself committed. what do you learn in orzammar? to be a castless woman is to be not considered a person, who's only worth is the children she can bear for the same nobles who keep the castless subjugated. to be chosen by a noble is supposed to be an honor. why does this feel familiar?

AND THEN. what do you learn from the deep roads? darkspawn in all of their corruption are no different; you learn of the broodmothers. it is the same everywhere, no matter where you look. nothing changes. even your other party members, leliana and zevran, have their own stories. and you don't have another choice but to keep pushing on.

[gladiatorcunt]

- # LEMON SUGAR !

flew like a moth to you (sunlight)

cw: weird pet play, reader has a vagina, large age gap (reader early 20’s & logan is…. not), HEAVY PISS KINK, dirty yucky icky gross vibes, xmen 2 coded logan, dad (father figure) bf talk and behaviors (old man, kiddo, dad, essentially lifestyle dom-ing you) anal plug mention, praise kink but one usage of ‘bitch’ and ‘toilet’, reference to a canon scene with jean but in this au she was just clowning on him as a friend, scogan crumbs, mentally ill & unhinged!reader, self objectification/dehumanization (?), reader: “i wish a/b/o was real :(”, pt.2 to . bc the dynamic might be confusing, implied unaware mutant!reader

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Logan doesn’t slap his tip against your cheek more than a quick initial love tap (if a tight awkward handshake from a man decades older than you was a sexual act) but he loves to force your head against his crotch and really massage it into your skin. His other hand holds his dick like he’s aiming to piss, a slight scowl twisting his lips because he’s trying to concentrate. His cigar hangs out of his mouth and his bulky hips swivel as he grinds his precum into your face, cheeks, around your eyes, lips, check check check.

He doesn’t even necessarily want you to suck him off that bad and he’s not even trying to cum. orgasming is a slower pursuit for him these days anyway. He just wants to dirty his puppy up a little, enrichment and whatever the fuck. Maybe you can make a game of trying to catch the salty droplets on your tongue, see if you can spot them when they’re about to gush out and trickle down.

An activity can both be a perverted parlor trick and a form of indulgent self care that trivial things like ice rollers or under eye patches couldn’t replace.

“There we go, atta puppy.” Logan chuckles and ruffles your hair when you manage to lick away a bead of precum before it can drip down out of your reach.

“Daddy, don’t tease. ‘m trying to focus, that’s rude.” You give him a good shake, smiling wildly.

You’re already drunk and loopy just huffing the pure musk emanating from his uncut cock. You hum as the salty tang of his juices taint your tastebuds, luxuriating in the aftertaste like you were chowing down on a dainty macarron. He doesn’t really believe in eating or drinking anything special to make his crotch and the things it produces taste better. You couldn’t be more happy about that, the whiskey sour twang riding on the flavor notes were much more preferable than some biblical concoction of milk and honey. If only it was more acidic, that way it could burn a hole through your tongue and your cervix. Marking you so thoroughly from the deepest parts of your soul, you’d always be empty and every pang of pain would call for the man that caused it to soothe your burns with his saliva.

Intimacy with Logan feels like you’re reconnecting in whatever version of the garden of Eden can exist on Earth. Why can’t it be here? With you on your knees so close to barking into the skin of your old man’s cock, a fancy cushion settled under you with little golden tassels hanging off the corners. You are always so willing to be the best you can be for him, but he’ll never allow your service to come at the price of individual pain. Your eyes flutter and you take one of your many breaks to plunge your nostrils into his thick bush.

Wooden and spicy, your favorite perfume that is undeniably raunchy yet sensuous and romantic. Natural. You never thought you could be so in love with how a man’s pubes smell, but you can’t say that you thought that any part of this would have become your life’s purpose in more ways than not. Logan chuckles and pats your cheek, enamored with how clearly you seem to be enjoying suffocating yourself in his groin. He sharply inhales through his nose when you move up to trail your tongue along his happy trail, lapping at the thinner hairs because you adore each one just as much as every part of him.

“Bet you wish you could live off my dick, don’t ya, bunny?”

Of course you nod and moan as you let yourself be pulled back to where you’re supposed to be, the mothership calls you home and you answer happily with your phantom tail wagging all the way.

You pant, digging your nose bridge into the crease where his hip bleeds into his inner thigh, “Mmfh- hah… tastes good, Daddy. I could die here…”

You wanted to cut your voice break of ‘Daddy’ short, but you haven’t arrived at that particular station in your subconscious to shed your skin entirely. You’re having trouble forming a coherent line of thought and finishing your sentences now, but you feel sheepish about how easily he can box you into going nonverbal, so you clamor to stay afloat.

You forget that Logan knows your game by now, every step and caveat and every miniscule and complicated rule. It’s cute how you’re still ashamed of letting your dear old dad see you in all of your bunny-puppy-deer-kitty pet glory, when he clocked that shit the minute your shaky eyes fixated on his truck’s glove box rather than make a second of eye contact with him. You’re fucked up, there’s something fractured deeper in you that you keep under a diary shaped lock and key, but all these jagged edges have bows teetering on their precipices.

You’ve let him put them there, with a fond eyeroll and heaps of head pats. Thank your lucky stars that there’s something fucked up with his psyche too, buried under all his other baggage, because that first ride home with you didn’t end in tears and your nipples caught in his canines. You got to be a bunny settling down in their deserved cozy den instead of a rabbit relying on their prey instincts to throw the predator chasing them off their twitching fuzzy cotton tail.

You don’t get to hide and shrink in yourself. Not when the curled up needy angel hidden under the layers of you makes his jaw ache so ferociously that it’s borderline bestial.

Baby, you’ve gotta know that if he could, he’d pick you up with his teeth by your scruff so your feet would never have to touch the ground and grow ripe with callouses.

He takes a puff from his cigar and shakes the excess ash over your shoulder, out of your view because he also knows that you’d try to swallow the unhealthy specks down too. It’s a constant thing on his mind, the never ending job of pulling your leash enough to wean you off of engulfing whatever weird shit into your mouth you can see out of the corner of your eye. And if it comes from him or was in contact with him? Hell, the stuff might as well be damn catnip to you.

He thinks he feels the same way about you, that’s what he gets for being stupid enough to have an inch of his heart unguarded. You found a way and wormed your way through his arteries, and now he’d rather go sober cold turkey than let you squirm away. Which is what you try to do by pulling back and settling soft hands on his hairy and beefy thighs.

He’s got you hook, line, and sinker when he clasps a burly hand around the base of his thick cock in the poor imitation of a knot. He even squeezes in short pulses, bringing to mind what it would look like swelling up and pumping you full of potent cum. Breeding you with all the love of a man who wants more of you in the world because that might make him believe in it again. He wags his length in his hand to you, wordlessly offering you your favorite snack because you’ve been so very good for your old man.

“Come on, hun, want your treat? I know my puppy wants this big dick in their cute fuckin’ mouth.” He grumbles, stubbing his cigar out on his arms without even flinching or gritting his teeth and tossing it on the floor.

The burn’s already healed by the time you’ve gotten yourself and obediently let your tongue hang out of your mouth. He grunts, pleased, and dabs his sticky tip on the center of your tongue. It gives you the taste you crave while simultaneously depriving you of having your mouth filled like you desperately need to be able to get through the day.

You whine, Logan’s lips split on a wry smile but he doesn’t laugh this time. Nah, he’s too busy feeding his throbbing cock into your mouth, cutting off your whining and reducing a thunderous sound to a muffled crack of lightning.

“Theeeeeeeeere we go, kiddo, relax.” He says a few inches in, because your gag reflex is already tickling the back of your throat.

You breathe through your nose and distract yourself by playing with the hairs on his legs, drawing little hearts and stars as you take more of his length. Tears well up in your pitiful eyes but you brave through it. They eventually bubble over as your lips are forced to stretch, but Logan’s rough thumb dutifully wipes them away just like how you’d attentively cleaned his tip.

His head falls back with a slight crack and his sweaty pecs heave, “Drank a whole lot for you today, ‘m all nice and backed up just waitin’ for a pretty lil’ thing to relieve myself with.”

Suddenly you’re a bunny hopping off on a mission, no god could pull you off of Logan’s musky cock as you swallow around him. You don’t really feel like bobbing your head and humming today, you’re tuckered out from how late he kept you up late last night. He’s not going to just fuck your mouth without being asked, as much as he cares about you, you’re impossibly cute when you’re forced to do the tiniest bit of work.

If your mouth wasn’t so stuffed full of dick you’d pout, and the raised eyebrow Logan gives you means he knows that. You’re a good pet though, so you work yourself off of his length, take a deep breath, and immediately slide back down to the hilt. His full balls press against your chin and you rub the heavy sacks with both hands.

“Oh, fuck.” Logan groans, his fingernails dig into your scalp like he’s the one that needs to stay grounded. “Your gonna make your old man jizz his pants too quick if you keep fuckin’ playin’ with my balls like that.”

You don’t mind that at all, but there's still something else you’re after. You didn’t think much of how many bottles of water and glasses of alcohol he had thrown back today, maybe it was some sort of mutant thing that you just didn’t understand. Super dehydration or whatever, but the fact that he had been preparing a little surprise for his piss thirsty puppy made you want to give him your bloody heart right out of your chest.

His moans and growled promises of rewards and declarations of the rawest form of love a person could feel fade into the background. You hollow your cheeks and go for gold, wet ‘schlop!’-ing sounds bounce off the walls as you fuck your throat with his girthy cock. Not the longest in the world, another one of your blessings (you’ve heard mutterings about mission showers and some guy that shoots lasers out of his eyes taking that prize), but the way it fills up the space in your mouth to the point it could burst gives your clit tachycardia.

“Yeah, fuck, are you ready to drink up, bitch? ‘m gonna use you like a toilet, gonna cum too- god fuckin’ damn-”

You give his balls a solid squeeze as the golden shower pours down your throat and past the seam of your lips to the floor. You don’t stop your ministrations, you actually speed up your pace and bring your wrists into it. Your hands bumping against his imitation knot-hand as you move them in circles, jacking him off while your plush lips glide up and down his cock.

You’re rubbing your pussy against the cushion, it has corduroy buttons that send a tingle down your spine when they catch your clit. The emerald green fabric drags and moves as you hump it while you put your all into making your dad-boyfriend-everything cum. You’re outright bouncing his heavy balls in your hands now, they’re so full you know that one load isn’t going to be nearly enough. So you tell yourself to lock in and hum, sending vibrations down his dick.

Determined puppies get extra treats, and you’ve never gone without them. So you push yourself to make eye contact, flicking your eyes up to stare at Logan as you ruin your own throat via his dick like it was nothing more than your toy. You think it’s the sheer and essentially licentious mannerisms and the glaringly obvious truth that there are men who are not immune to watching a pretty pet posturize themselves on an altar of their own making just to paw at their owner’s legs.

“My baby bunny, too damn sweet to me, yessssss-” His mouth wrenches up almost in pain as he clings to the back of your head and pounds your throat on his own for the next minute.

“Drink it all up, let me feel you swallow it down f’r me.”

You purposefully yank yourself off of his mid stream and duck down to bob his balls on your tongue, lathering them in that pungent scent. You rotate your wrist around his tip, coaxing him to empty everything he has in him and give it all to you. Your hand becomes just as scent marked as his balls and the divots in your collarbone where drops of his piss and cum are forming tiny pools.

He groans at the sight, “Doing so fuckin’ well, collectin’ Daddy’s juices and hoardin’ ‘em all for yourself.”

Your mouth envelops his twitch dick once more, most of what Logan keeps cooped up for you belongs in your growling tummy.

“You better not hiss at me when I have to wash your mouth out later, baby.”

Thus, your perfect record remains intact, you beam around his still hard dick as you float in a starless sea of white and yellow. A coat rack for cock fulfilling its duties.

His piss isn’t too orange-y, you’re glad you don’t have to nag him about cutting back on the booze this time.

Sadly there’s no blood sticking to your scalp from his nails, but you embrace the sting their indents leave behind. They’re almost as breathtaking as the plug buried in your ass, Dad always likes to keep your holes stretched out and ready.

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“Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. They don’t bring him home. They marry the good guy.”

With you, he was that good guy. Whatever it meant to be one after all these years and invisible scars. It’s indescribable, how much meaning you can find in having to gain the strength to take care of someone else completely. Be their Atlas and shoulder the world so they can waltz around you, their wings spread wide. He’s glad, deep down, that your wings don’t extend past the small house he’s stuffed you in.

Logan Howlett deserves a nice thing or two every once in a while, and he already got a bottle of scotch from Scott. Fucker thinks he’s so clever. You’d do just fine being the second nice thing. A shame that the nicest thing you probably have is that slick stained cushion, he’s not anybody to write home about. But you seem to have stitched your sides together when he wasn’t looking, sewn your identity into his until you had emotionally fused into one being.

It happened way too fast and when he thought he wasn’t meant for loving a little pup like you, but he’s tired of being some old grump about it. You’d probably snap and try to beat him to a pulp with the bats he keeps in the closet (for you to use in emergencies since you don’t leave), and he’d have to hunt you down through the

Anything else other than you meant about as much to him as a pile of cigarette butts.

And some time later when the dam bursts for the first time and you’re trying not to fall off that cliff, sisyphus-esque struggling through recurring hoarse sobs because Logan is uncomfortably stroking your back gently as if you were a person and not a corpse, you’ll start to feel the molten hot gold seeping in and filling the cracks.

Maybe one day you can tell him about the v-shaped scars on your back, the ones that look like they were created when something was ripped away from you. They’re slanted craters, almost, hard material resembling bone jutting out from your back. Hooks lacking their ornaments.

Hell snatch up your old fashioned grocery list (written with an almost completely dried out ink pen from the bank on a flimsy college ruled sheet of paper) and make a quick run while you heal more than just your body, submerged in another acid trip of a dream.

You wanted to make a lemon cake before the summer ended, it’s always been your favorite.

[bardistraee]

DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD (2024) | lucanis dellamorte [4/∞]

[heartofjasmina]

daddy dom!Katsuki who has no shame in using fucking as a reward for doing your chores and taking care of yourself. "That's my good baby, you earned this huh?" He groans as he thrusts into you from behind, sucking hickeys into your shoulders and neck while you moan. "'m daddy's good baby," you whimper happily, already in subspace from all the praise and pleasure you're drowning in.

[fisher-price]

Pretend Play Series

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[toddfoxglove]

I just need to be a bratty little boy and crawl into bed naked with my Daddy when I can't sleep.

Obviously I'm annoying, I'm too old to be doing this, but Daddy can't help but hold me and run his hands over my body. He's so warm and his body hair is so soft and comfortable, I can't help but get right up next to him.

He tries to make me go back to my own bed like a big boy, but he gives up quickly because he can't stop touching me. My nipples end up in his mouth, his fingers end up on my t dick and in my slit, and then he starts prodding my asshole with his cock. I tell him it hurts but he doesn't really care, after all, I got into his bed. I should have known.

Daddy bounces my ass on his cock under the covers, kissing me to keep me quiet. I feel my boycunt leaking all over us, providing the only lubrication as Daddy uses me for his pleasure. He whispers that I'm such a good boy, this is why I'm his favorite son, and covers my mouth as I orgasm, tightening around his thick cock as he fills me with his cum.

Daddy doesn't try to pull out, he just pulls me close and spoons me, his body feeling so much bigger than mine as he slowly goes soft inside me. I worry about someone catching us, but he just grabs my chest and tells me that it's okay. He won't let me get in trouble.

I fall asleep with Daddy still inside me, waking up several hours later to the abrupt feeling of Daddy's cock pulling out of me as he got up and started getting ready for work, throwing some clothes at me and reminding me that I have to get dressed before I leave the room, otherwise it's suspicious, I guess...

I have to get up anyway, so I put on my binder, boxers and a packer Daddy picked out for me. I throw on a T-shirt and jeans, spray myself with Axe, and head down for breakfast. Nobody knows what Daddy and I did, but that's for the best. I wouldn't want anyone else realizing how much fun it is to fuck Daddy, I want to be his only son in his bed.

[shkika]

Aged Through Blood

[littlegaalaxy]

Teacher's Pet

♡⃕ Relationship} Divus Crewel x Student! Fem! Reader

♡⃕ Summary} "You are Divus' pet"

♡⃕ TW.} Student and teacher relationship; Age gap (Reader is 18 and Divus is 32); Sub/Dom Dynamics; Light pet play and suggestions for oral sex

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. This is my first fic, so it's simpler

It was an afternoon like any other at Night Raven College. The hallways were silent, except for the sound of hurried footsteps as some students ran to their classes. [Name] walked slowly towards the Potions room, the place where she spent most of her time. She was shy, almost invisible to her classmates, and even with her small and harmless appearance, there was something about her that no one suspected.

While other students struggled to understand the complicated art of potions, [Name] always stood out. Even though she was terrible in class, she always got top marks on her tests. It was something that many murmured suspiciously, but no one ever had the courage to question it directly. After all, how could such a dull girl excel at something so difficult?

The answer lay in the secret that she and Divus Crewel, the strict and elegant Potions professor, kept with extreme care. The truth was, [Name] was more than just a student. When the doors to the room closed and the lights went out, she transformed into what Crewel affectionately called his "puppy." The bond between them went far beyond the teacher-student relationship. She obeyed Divus's every command, whether inside or outside the classroom, like a faithful pet.

Once, after an exhausting class, as the other students left with frustrated murmurs about the complex potions they needed to memorize, [Name] fell behind, as always. Divus gave her a sharp look, adjusting the fur coat over his shoulders elegantly. He knew she would stay. It always was.

"Close the door, [Name]" his voice was calm, but with an implicit order.

She obeyed without question, locking the room. The sound of the key turning in the lock seemed to seal the secret they both shared. When she turned around, Divus was watching her with those piercing eyes that both intimidated and fascinated her.

"You know why you get such good grades, don't you?" he asked, walking towards her. [Name] nodded, her heart racing.

"Yes, master" she whispered, her eyes lowered, avoiding eye contact.

He smiled, that smile of someone who is in complete control of the situation. Divus was impeccable in everything he did, whether in the classroom or how he handled his "animals". And [Name] was his most precious “puppy”.

“Then kneel,” he ordered softly.

Without hesitation, [Name] obeyed, kneeling before him. To the outside world, she was just an ordinary student, but inside that room, she was from Divus. Totally, unconditionally.

<3

[m-ayo-o]

kinktober 2023

⋆ S T A R R I N G; the disposable heroes ⋆

MASTER OF PUPPETS ANGEL OF DEATH

AGGRESSIVE PERFECTOR PRINCE CHARMING

18+ . explicit content . all characters 21+ . mdni

please check the content warnings carefully. includes non consent, spiking, knife play + murder, among other dark themes. proceed with caution. this is fiction

i wrote these fics to be scary and kinky. if you're not ok with reading about: nsfw - read no further if u don't like dark stuff ¹ being chased down a tunnel telling him you don't want it ² [redacted] on the ceiling, feeling nervous due to past trauma ³ taking it unprepared while tripping on drugs telling him no then these aren't for you.

PART ONE: DOM DROP

⋆⁺₊⋆ october 1st: fallen angel ⁺ ₊ ⋆ starring: f!reader x dom!megumi [25+] warnings: female sub. blood. wc: 300

PART TWO: MALE SUBMISSION

⋆⁺₊⋆ october 6th: megumi's girl ⁺ ₊ ⋆ starring: f!reader [21], sub!megumi [21], sub!satoru [34] warnings: age gap. pet play. pegging. dp. stepcest. wc: 1k

PART THREE: SOMNO

⋆⁺₊⋆ october 13th: l u c i d ⁺ ₊ ⋆ starring: succubus!reader, satoru, nanami, toji, 25+ megumi synopsis: cute demon girl finds horny sorcerers warnings: somno. voyeurism. non-con. dub-con. cnc. threesome. predator/prey. wc: 7.5k

PART FOUR: DRUGGED

⋆⁺₊⋆ october 20th: seeing double ⁺ ₊ ⋆ starring: f!reader, megumi [25+], toji synopsis: toji drugs you, his son taking advantage while you're tripping warnings: incest. alcohol + drug use. non-con. dp. wc: 4.5k

PART FIVE: KNIFE PLAY

⋆⁺₊⋆ october 27th: sweeney's ⁺ ₊ ⋆ starring: f!reader, nanami, satoru synopsis: female barber colludes with customers warnings: knife play. blood. murder. plot heavy + horror themes. wc: 6k

PART SIX: BONDAGE

⋆⁺₊⋆ october 31st: the money store ⁺ ₊ ⋆ starring: gn!reader x toji synopsis: how far will this broke assassin go to get his paycheck? warnings: dub-con. bondage. gag. pet play themes. wc: 2.6k

⋆⁺ [see you in hell]

[bishicat]

a mage and a dwarf walk into a tavern (campfire)... I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere 🤔

[bardistraee]

DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD (2024) | emmrich volkarin [3/∞]

[fisher-price]

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[little-pup-pip]

25 Days of Agere Moodboards! Day 24: Ideal Vacation!!

[angermango]

"Oh, I know very well. How the puzzles beckon so sweetly...

As expected of you, Layton.

Only an honest death will cure you now."

...

expanding on that Lady Maria vibe for Descole from the first Laytonborne post, and that famous boss intro.

Descole would make a hellish boss fight, i know it. i mean have you SEEN how he moved during Eternal Diva and with that big ass sword? now imagine that with Soulsborne-scale strength and possible other additional powers.

plus his theme could be pretty easily adapted into a Bloodborne boss style piece I think, just add more orchestra heavy brass and cellos and some ominous Latin chanting choir and presto. that organ goes so hard too.

[payasita]

dimethyltryptamine release