#i got a piss kink and non con requests that i love so yeah

[plush-rabbit]

The Dateables and Things

A/N: I needed to write something and like it was supposed to be about them and how they show affection towards you, but it did not come out like that so here it is!!

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Barbatos: 

He was only ever meant to serve- devoted and loyal to a fault where he’d die for his master if it was asked for. Barbatos was never meant to interact with you more than necessary; you were only an exchange student after all, a means to an end for the young master’s grand scheme. And yet, here you stand before him, invading his mind and body, acting as a poison that will wear him away and leave nothing but dust. You’re nothing more than a human, and all the same, you are a human, all of that and just that. He isn’t sure what it was that attracted him to you, perhaps it was how every other demon and angel and sorcerer had taken a fancy to you, or maybe how you always tried to include him when he was content just staying by the sidelines. Whatever the reason was, he was attracted to you, like a moth to a flame, his heart fluttering and beating against his ribs. 

It’s no surprise how affectionate you are with him. You cling to him, hands hooked onto the crook of his elbow, or hands bunching up his blazer so as to not get lost. When you part ways, your lips press against his cheek, fingertips oppressed over his jaw to turn him towards you and to keep him from running away. It wasn’t something that he was proud to admit, but he wanted your touch. He craved it more than he could ever understand, and more than he was ever willing to admit. He wanted to keep you close to him and he wanted to kiss you and never part for breath. The attachment and desire terrified him. It wasn’t like him to want to give in to such temptations, to want someone and want to give up so much of himself to someone other than his king. 

The attention that you gave to him was something that he craved, and wanted once he got a taste for it. He truly believed that if he just sat back and spoke to you in short conversations, that you would find someone else- find someone who could love you as selfishly as possible. But you never left him alone and he didn’t push you away. He wanted the attention that you gave him, he savored it each and every time that it was given to him. You had wanted his attention and when some spell had made him want your attention, he couldn't lie to himself that stealing and harboring all of your love was intoxicating.  The spell made him obsessed, and now beside you, he wishes he could blame a spell that would warrant such a lack of manners and selfishness. 

Porcelain clicks against each other in a sweet melody, and he feels your eyes on him. You sit on a stool, watching and talking, and he is paying close attention. He serves you the first slice, humming and nodding along. He pours you the first cup and places the sugar and creamer in for you even though the tea that he has made needs nothing of the sort, but it’s something that you prefer. The honey is stirred in thick and sweet now mixed into the drink, and he passes you the fruit that has sat above his slice of dessert. 

Barbatos says your name so sweetly, your name held in a whisper as he draws your attention. “My dear, would you like another slice?” Such a simple question has you beaming, your smile bright like the human sun, and it’s all for him, the warmth, the love, the want for him. It's for him and no one else. He’s glad that this is the timeline for him, that you chose to want him. You shake your head, and politely tell him no. Your hand reaches for his that are bare from the usual gloves that rest beside his own empty plate. Your wraps around his, your thumb arching over his knuckles. He pulls out of your reach and he smiles as your fingers reach out to continue to touch him. He curves over your hands, thumb and index finger pinching over each of your fingers and tracing upwards. “I wish I never had to part from you,” he whispers to you. “I think I could trace your body for eternity and never grow bored.” When he kisses you, he can taste the honey stuck on your lips. You’ll always get the sweetest honey, always be poured first when it’s the two of you, you'll have the sweetest piece and the finest china.

Diavolo: 

There’s an expectation for him, from him. He is a prince. A future king of his people. He has done so much, has sacrificed having any sense of normalcy in his relationships, and he will always be expected to sacrifice and to make the right choices. He suggested the exchange program to open communication, and it brought you to him. It was meeting you that he realized just how lonely he really was. Or perhaps he had always known that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how desperate he was, there was always going to be a power imbalance with every relationship that he would have had. He was never going to be an equal in a relationship. But then you come along, and he isn’t a king to you. He isn’t a “Lord” or a “Prince”, he is simply just Diavolo.

You’re human and it has to be a cruel joke on him made by the universe to have you live a short life and have him live to a time that you could never comprehend. A part of him restrained himself from trying to get to know you, but that was all that he wanted to do; he wanted to get to know you. He wanted to be close to you and to hold your hand and when you would lean against or laugh at one of his jokes, he would swell with pride, beam with a smile and be covetous with your attention. You were sweet with him and it was intoxicating. He needed more of you, needed more of the casual banter and the eagerness that many were hesitant to give him. Not many were like that to him. Not many wanted to be around him in fear of saying something that would offend. 

It’s so rare for him to wish for anything different about his life. He’s fine with his status despite how lonely it could be. But when he’s around you, when he’s reminded of how human you are when you grow weary after using magic, he wishes that things were different.That maybe as human, he would have met you all the same and would have fallen for you just as hard. You make it difficult to stay away from you. He tries not to grow so attached, but he can’t help but seek you out as you do with him. It is wicked of him to steal so much time away from you, but having you close to him brings him comfort that he has not had in a long time. 

When he’s around you, he gives you his all; his entire being is placed in your hands. He’s allowed to be himself, to stay soft without the fear of being torn apart and having to harden up. Around you, he’s allowed to want and to give into his wants as small as they seem. He can trace the lines on your palms, have you brush his hair and hold his hand. Around you, he does not have to be a prince, he can simply be himself. As much as he loves being someone that you can rely on, he cannot deny that he also loves just being spoiled by you. He gets to let his guard down and to have you pet him and coo such soft things that if it were any other, he would have ordered an execution. He gets drunk off your comfort, how you baby him and how you let him be a puddle of ooze when around you. He wants nothing more than to spend his days with you, to nuzzle into your chest and let the world be locked away and blocked by wood. 

Your legs are thrown over the cushions of the seat, your phone held in your hand as you mindlessly scroll through whatever it is that you’re watching. He could only guess short videos with the brief seconds that are given to him. Your back is turned to him, and he stares at the nape of your neck and the outline of the shirt that is draped over your back, the muscles and fat shaping the fabric over your body and he is entranced by it. You’re in a vulnerable spot, and you give your back to him, and he gets to stare, gets to let the tip of the pen blot on the document, and let the stack of paperwork remain the same height. In the next breath, you tell him that you can feel his eyes on your back and the corners of his lips twitch. He makes no noise as he walks over to you, crouching down to be at eye level with you. “I think I would like for you to hold me,” he says in a delicate voice, fearing the possible rejection even if it were impossible. Your smile grows and you open your arms, letting him lay upon you. Diavolo gets to be held by you; he is allowed to feel soft and have you wrap your arms in a comforting hug and play with the hair that trails along the back of his neck.

Simeon:

You’ll always catch his haze on you no matter where either of you are. He’s been alive for so long, and lived in a way that a proper angel should. Simeon is an angel, devoted and loyal to one and no other. He is supposed to be an angel first, and a being second. His entire existence, his reason for being alive is to be devoted to Father. In the entire time that he’s been alive, he can count on one hand all the times his own loyalty has wavered, and even then, it was a passing thought, and ones that he has punished himself for. Never has he strayed from the teachings that have been engraved upon him, words etched into his very soul and being, words that glisten along his skin in gold and blood. He is an angel, through and through. 

A plan was set out for him, there was to be no shortcuts, no distractions or any of the sort. And yet, he meets you. Defying death and making relationships with a kind that eats your very soul, and protecting the young angel from such a proud demon. Meeting you set him off of his trajectory. Meeting you had only made him fall, slowly and surely. He chases after you, lays his head on your lap, and watches you sleep, traces the shape of your face and dips his index on your cupid’s bow. When he sees you laugh alongside Luke, and wave to gesture him over, he believes that he could have had a good life with you had he been born mortal. He’d stake his life on it, rip his own wings out if he was wrong. He would have been happy with you, he would have lived a good, long, loving life with you. He’d grow gray and rest beside you, count every new wrinkle that appeared on your skin. In a different life, he would have loved to wash dishes with you and live ordinary. 

Whatever he has going on with you, the relationship is a sin. It’s a mockery of what happened long ago, but in Devildom, where the moons’ light and the stars and night sky obstruct Father’s view, he can lie beside you. He’s rotten, worms and parasites filling his insides, but when you kiss him and hold him in your arms, he’s pure and holy once more. He wants you, craves you, desires you more than he has ever needed something in his life. He describes you in such a way that anyone would have believed you to be a saint, to some angelic figure higher than him, someone coated in gold and sweet like perfume. Yet, you aren’t that. You’re human. Sinful and pure, an enigma that holds onto him in the middle of the night with your ear pressed against his chest. He’s noticed the way that Raphael looks between the two of you, and he’s aware of what the angel would say, but it’s you, and it’s no question that the former angel would trade everything just to sit beside you for a moment. 

He’s answered for his treachery, held his tongue and stole from the Celestial Realm all for you. He was stripped of his status and made human. It’s blasphemy to think, but it’s you that he’s placed above all else. He’d never place the blame on you, he would rather have his mouth fill and drip of blood before he would ever make you feel guilty. There are many things that he would do rather than ever have you feel like you have to hold the blame for his blessing being removed. Even with his blessing removed, even with his status as a human, it doesn’t stop him from blessing you, from hoping and pleading that his words would keep you safe from the dangers around, from something that he can’t protect you from. 

“I don't think I’ll ever understand how you type so fast,” he says, watching in amazement as you send out a message. You stick your tongue out to him in response and he smiles. “You think that being a writer and living with Luke and Solomon, that I would have it down by now, but-” he cuts himself off with a sigh, turning his body over, the comforter pulled slightly away from you. The phone is placed on the nightstand where it buzzes with a notification, and your hands pull on the stolen piece of blanket back towards you. You open your mouth in a retort, and he watches as you furrow your brows and swiftly turn your head to sneeze into the crook of your elbow. “Bless you,” Simeon whispers as you sniffle out your thanks. The moonlight peeking through the window does nothing to warm the room like a sun would have, but it’s enough to see you in a pearl glow with fuzz dancing in the air. There was a time where he would bless you before you woke, desperate to keep you safe, and now he continues that, hoping that you would stay alive because he needs you more than he would like to admit. 

Solomon: 

The sorcerer has never been one to form bonds- after a few hundred years of immortality, one learns that all good things do come to an end, and the pain never fades. However, you seem to be different. He’s spent a long time alone, and he’s had his fun and spent time mourning for those whose voices he no longer remembers- he’s told himself not to get attached, played coy with you, teased and flirted, and he thought that whatever the two of you shared, would stay as a fling. He was fine with it- he was fine with the flings and the small moments, and he was fine remembering the things that his past lovers used to love. Solomon was supposed to be fine, not caring, not wanting to get close because getting close meant love and love meant mourning and it meant grief, and as powerful as he is, grief wears away the soul. He’s sure that he could handle another heartache, but he’d rather not.

A part of him is sure that he had some way that he showed his love to someone, that he could be vulnerable to someone when he was younger, when the weight of immortality wasn’t so heavy. He tries to remember it for you, tries to even copy your own, but it never fits right. Every action that he mirrors is false, it isn’t him. All of it is you, and he doesn’t want to be a copy of you- much less he doesn’t want to stain the memories he has of you with copies of himself crudely pasted over your silhouette. You show love so eagerly, so readily, and without saying any words, you’ve already made it clear what you think of him, and what you want from him.

It’s a slow build of wanting to be with you and allowing himself to be close to you. The flirting is fine- that’s the easy part, sharing sharp grins and letting his hand linger onto you for a bit longer than necessary- it’s all fun and games. He never thought he would ever want you so hopelessly, as if he were young and in love all over again. You were supposed to be fun, and then all of a sudden you weren’t. It was by chance- maybe, or maybe not- that you had been chosen for the exchange program, and it was only by chance that he had wanted to stick close to you out of some sort of comfort to provide to you when you looked so helpless and lost. And by a cruel joke from fate, he had gotten attached. The brothers had taken away all of your attention and it had left him feeling empty. He wanted to reach out to you; he needed to touch you, to be near you and to occupy every inch and ounce of your mind just as you had to his. 

Citrus coats his fingers, it’s sticky and wet, and he pulls at the white string that dangles from the orange slice, tossing it onto the bowl of peeled skin and white thread. A television show plays in front of you, one that you’ve been eager to watch and enthralled ever since. Two empty bags of popcorn have fallen to the floor, and you sit with your leg underneath you and body pushed to the corner of the couch. It’s so simple, so human, that it makes him smile and wince when orange squirts on his wrist. The slice of citrus is cleaned, peeled and made to look delectable for you. You turn your head towards him, mouth parted open and he places the slice on your tongue. With a hum, you knock your head gently onto his shoulder as a thank you, and he continues to peel the citrus. 

He stares at you, with your finger pinched softly over the peeled slice of citrus, and you trace his lips with it, and he can’t help but smile, and open his mouth to have the orange placed flat on his tongue. “Thank you,” he says, with bursts of juice filling his mouth and sliding down the back of his throat. He can't help but stare at you, to have the bowl of skin and seeds in front of him. The show has been paused and it lights up the room, and he’s looking at you. His thumb brushes over your lips, and when he kisses you, you taste like citrus, and summer. You lean into the kiss, lips stretching into a smile and thinning the touch between the two of you. Solomon’s hands are sticky and sweet, and when he looks at you, you’ve returned to watching the series as you lean against him. If you were to ask him for anything, he’d do it in a heartbeat, no matter how big or how small the request is. And in this moment, you ask for another slice of citrus, and he hopes that you would always ask him for this, that you would never peel your own fruit again just for the chance to be beside you, for the chance for you to need him.

[sebastiansluts]

Okay if you don’t mind then I have a request for my birthday you can post it on 19th april or after it’s fine tbh don’t overwork yourself cause I will be angry at you D:<< cause remember there’s another reader but there’s no other you <3 also I’m so horny thinking about this so… yeah this is the slut inside of me telling me to release her

Okay so my request is mean!Bucky where he bullies the reader cause he’s secretly in love w her so he makes her do his homework but she accidentally give him a bad grade and so he’s angry saying something like “you’re going to regret to ever humiliates me with this shit” and he makes fun of her in public like pulling at her skirt and tugging her hair and everyone else will just laugh and stare at her. Then he pulls her up with her undies and give her wedgies and say “aw little slut is using cute underwear for everyone else to see pathetic” but she can’t help being wet over it. Then drags her to his car and goes to his place and he humiliates her. When they get in his room he hangs her by her panties and put her in his closet and like “you can stay over there while I do something else more important” and he sets up a camera and then goes back and drags her by her hair. Then he makes her hump his shoe while telling her to watch her in the mirror being a fucktoy and she blushes. Then he spanks her while trapping her head on his cock and then he finally fucks her saying “wouldn’t it be funny if I cum inside you and getting you pregnant, then you’re really is a slut like everyone is saying” and while she struggles he slaps her to shut her up and pissing inside of her. At the end he’s like “everyone else but me will be horrified looking at how much of a whore you are luckily you have me, don’t you doll”

Happy birthday babe!!!!! I hope this is what you were looking for!!! <;3

Bucky Barnes x Reader; mean/bully!bucky, dub/non con, public humiliation, wedgies, panty hanging?, video recording, shoe riding, facefucking, rough oral sex m receiving, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, piss kink- piss in pussy,

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“I got a fucking ‘D’! You said I was guaranteed a ‘B’ you idiot! Now I have to ace the damn test or I’m in shit with the teacher. You’re gonna make sure I pass it or else… You’re gonna fucking regret ever humiliating me with this pathetic shit you call homework. C’mon,” Bucky growled, grabbing your upper arm and forcing you to follow after him, stumbling out of the lecture hall. He brought you to the lower commons, a grassy field out of the main trek, where only the frat guys hung out, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes and weed alike, fucking sorority girls out in the open. 

“Heyyy there’s Buck and his little tutor girl, finally comin’ to play?” one of the guy called out, as you and Bucky approached a little cluster of frat bros. 

“Maybe, I mean, look at her! Wearin’ a skirt to her knees like a fuckin’ nun,” Bucky laughed as he reached down and tugged on your skirt, lifting it until your underwear was visible. “Aw, look, the little slut is wearing cute underwear for everyone else to see, how pathetic. Oughta be wearing fuckin’ granny panties not these cute things. They are good for one thing though,” he grinned maliciously, reaching behind you and grabbing the panties, yanking them tight against you, making you squeal. His friends laughed, egging Bucky on as he mocked you.

Bucky dropped your skirt and pulled at your ponytail, drawing your head back, another squeak falling from your lips. “Shut up doll, you don’t get to speak after fuckin’ up my assignment. In fact, I have a better idea than fuckin’ here. Sorry boys, you’ll see more later,” he said, turning around and waving at his friends, his other stand still holding your panties tight against your clit and holes, forcing you to walk that way, the fabric rubbing and making you clench emptily, wetting the material. 

Bucky walked you to his car, keeping his hand under your skirt, but from the top now, holding your panties high and tight, keeping you on your toes. He pushed you into the passenger seat, buckling you in before you could fix your underwear, then he grabbed your arms and pressed them to the seat. 

“Don’t fuckin’ move,” he warned, and you nodded, flinching as he slammed the door shut, walking around the front of the car and climbing into the driver’s side. Bucky kept one hand firmly on your thigh, massaging it light then hard, as he drove back to his off campus apartment. 

By the time the two of you got there, Bucky parking in his usual spot, you had bruises developing on your thigh and you couldn’t stop shifting, feeling your panties rub against your clit, making you wetter. You were embarrassed, but Bucky just grinned at you before climbing out and circling around and pulling you out of the car. His hand was tight on your upper arm, dragging you after him as he went into his building, pushing you into an elevator. 

Bucky pushed a button then pressed you up against the wall, slotting his knee in between your legs. “Go on doll, know you’re desperate, do it,” he goaded, and you whimpered, hesitantly rocking your hips, dragging your pussy over his thigh. You squirmed, the denim of his jeans rough against your lower lips, but you couldn’t stop, it feeling too good. 

Bucky suddenly pulled away, laughing when you stumbled forwards. He caught you, grabbing your pulled up panties again. “Pathetic, can’t even get yourself off,” he taunted, steering you out of the elevator and towards his apartment door. He unlocked it, pushing you through and kicking the door shut behind him. 

“Take that ridiculous fuckin’ skirt off. I don’t know why you insist on wearin’ it, you know it drives me crazy,” Bucky ordered and you quickly shed it, letting it fall to the floor. He walked over to you, hands sliding over your ass cheeks, squeezing them before grabbing your panties again. 

You squeaked, hands falling to Bucky’s chest as he walked you two over to his bedroom. He pushed you into his closet, grabbing one of his pants hangers, and clipping it to your underwear. 

“Bend over doll, hands on the ground. You need to hang out for a bit while I get everything set up.” You did as he said, bending at the waist and placing your hands on the floor, squealing as Bucky lifted you onto your toes and fingertips, putting the hanger on the rod, making you balance most of your weight on your extremities so nothing would break. 

Bucky walked away and you watched him, your clit throbbing from the steady pressure, your holes aching and raw, but you were wetter than ever, humiliated and horrified at yourself, but desperate for more. 

Bucky set some things up around the room while you mostly hung there, just barely propped up, your muscles screaming with exhaustion from being stretched out for so long. He finally came back over, unhooking the hanger and unclipping it from your panties, so stretched out they were more than halfway up your back. 

You looked up, flinching when you saw the camera. Bucky tsked, grabbing your hair in his fist and pulling you forwards, making you stumble against him until he pushed you to the floor, forcing you to crawl towards the chair he had set up in view of the camera. 

He sat down, forcing your head down with him, grinding your face into his crotch. You inhaled, mouth watering as he undid his pants, his big, hard cock springing up and slapping you in the face. You gasped, eyes fluttering as you kissed his cock, trying to make him happy. 

He just stared at you, before inhaling deeply and forcing your head away from his dick. “You’re gonna hump my shoe and watch yourself do it, until I say to stop, understand?” 

You nodded as best you could, gasping out, “Yes, Bucky.” You started dragging your pussy over his shoe, the panties and laces of his shoes combining to create a horribly perfect friction against your clit.

“God lookit you, you’re just a little fucktoy,” Bucky muttered, and you blushed, cheeks heating up as looked up at him, his eyes dark and his own cheeks flushed. Bucky groaned, rocking his hips back and forth a few times, rutting his dick back against your lips before he forced you to open, pushing your head down on him until his cock was down your throat. He held you there, listening to choke and gurgle, swallowing reflexively as your throat started to spasm. He reached over you, pressing his chest into your head as he spanked your bare ass hard, making you lurch and spasm around him again. 

Bucky finally dragged you off his dick, laughing as you coughed. “Pathetic slut, you can’t even take a cock, well, you’re gonna learn real quick,” he groaned as he pulled you up onto his lap, rubbing the tip of his cock against your raw and soaked pussy. 

“See, such a fuckin’ slut, you want me to fuck you don’t you baby, go on, say it doll,” Bucky teased, keeping his dick rubbing your cunt, poking at your clit, his fingers pushing your panties out of the way so he could slide his tip along your folds. 

“Please Bucky! F-fuck me!” You cried, and he dropped you on his dick, making you scream as you were impaled. It felt like he was in your stomach, you were fuller than ever, twitching in his arms as he fucked up into you. 

“There it fuckin’ is, knew it, knew you wanted me, fuckin’ mine now doll, hope you know that. ‘Magine I actually got you pregnant, cause I am gonna breed you baby, so just imagine, you’re fuckin’ pregnant cos’ a’me, then you’d really be that slut everyone says you are.” Bucky sounded wondrous, and you struggled against him, too full and too confused and too close, his dick hitting all kinds of spots inside you. 

“Bucky please, I-” He slapped you, shutting you up quickly as you blinked, getting your bearings. 

“I’m gonna get you pregnant, and you’re gonna be mine, for-fuckin’-ever, you understand me? You’re- fuck- mine,” Bucky groaned as he came, filling you with his cum, ropes of it shooting inside you. You sighed, slumping against him, feeling a strange sensation inside you. 

Bucky sighed heavily, and you realized he was pissing inside you. You moaned, the feeling so foreign but not unwelcome, making you feel fuller than before, wetter than before.

Bucky kept you sitting on his dick, keeping his piss plugged up inside you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. “Everyone but would be horrified seeing how much of a whore you are. Lucky you have me, aren’t you doll?”

[juuce]

saturday morning ex letter

i'm so sorry my dear creator time really got away from me. thank u sooo much for creating for me and for bearing with me !!

a note — mostly i requested NSFW things for this exchange 😭 sorry if you matched on the & tag!! if it's helpful, here is the link to my non-dead-dove account's general like list with both SFW and NSFW stuff. i'm really easy to please though so don't worry if you don't see something!! i'm sure i'll love anything you make me

TOC — general smut likes will come first, then some of my ideas for each of my requests, followed by my DNWs!

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general smut likes

consent issues — from dub-con to non-con, all of it. coercion, blackmail, restrained victims, mind control, captive enemies, fighting-to-fucking, it’s all good. i’m especially partial to victims who resist or fight back a little at first, but ultimately do enjoy it just a bit (even if they still hate it/themselves)

“frog boiling” — the slow burn pushing of boundaries, manipulation, gaslighting, escalation into increasingly kinky but plausibly deniable scenarios that a character only realizes late in the game… yum

humiliation, dirty talk, degradation — this is like, THE kink for me. i can be into basically anything that is used for the purposes of humiliating someone. especially love it when characters are reluctantly into something and feel ashamed about it; when they’re forced to admit or show just how into it they are — or better yet, to beg for it >:)

public humiliation is also hot for me, whether normalized in the fic’s world or not, whether sexual or not

abuse of authority/class/social position, institutionally oppressive dynamics— i’m talking, like, normalized sexism against omegas, characters exploiting their wealth/power/social clout, even irl homophobia/misogyny. but also bosses/doctors/professors/other authority figures, and also bullying/hazing/other social power hierarchies

demotion — …though i also love it when characters are taken down a notch. especially hot when multiple power dynamics combine to make something complex — maybe omega boss gets an alpha secretary, but the alpha forces the omega to give up his boss role because omegas should know their place. or maybe a character is forced to become a maid to someone they bullied in high school. etc etc

watersports in all its forms — pissing into/onto someone, any orifice, making someone piss themselves, controlling when someone can use the bathroom as a form of lifestyle domination

lifestyle control, on that note, lol. controlling where someone works, when they eats or piss, what they wear, taking control of their finances… and yeah, this does include kinking on traditional gender roles (though that can also be m/m or f/f characters that fulfill these roles)

outwardly non-sexual dominance and control — stuff like making a character shine boots, corporal punishment, handcuffing someone as part of an arrest… and the character is kinda into it.

orgasm delay/denial, including chastity devices/cock cages

breeding kink — the pregnancy itself is not as iddy to me so much as the thought of pregnancy as a form of control, ownership, essentially a form of non-consensual body modification. which, on that note,

non-consensual body modification, including tattoos and piercings, but also forced feminization (though i also love and maybe even prefer non-permanent forms like clothing changes)

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request ideas :)

Aaravos/Viren

love their weird power dynamic. would love some kind of manipulative dubcon — doesn't even need to be sex necessarily!

some ideas:

aaravos convincing viren that some humiliating act is necessary for him to regain power

viren trying to tell aaravos he’s done helping him, and aaravos manipulating him back into his web (or somehow taking him there by force)

aaravos finally getting out of prison and then either rewarding his loyal servant for all his hard work (especially if the “reward” is not so wanted) or punishing him for not being loyal enough

aaravos using viren as a "vessel" in whatever way that means... what if their “child” had to be conceived and/or born a different way than in canon 👀 (you see where i’m going with this…)

maybe something not so literal, like mind sex, or possession sex?!

Slade/Robin or Slade/Terra

though i'm really into slade's dynamic with either of them in a smutty way, i wanna be clear that it doesn't have to necessarily be NSFW!

for robin/slade i am obsessed with their mutual obsession, and with TT03 slade's whole vibe. apprentice arc my beloved. give me them messy, manipulative, shameful, guilty, wanting, hating, any of it—i'll be happy.

with tara, i like much of the same—but while robin resists, tara canonically surrenders her whole self to slade, and does so happily (though obviously highly coerced-ly) which creates a different but equally delicious dynamic ♥️

some ideas:

AU where slade somehow has both of them as apprentices at the same time. do they forge a tenuous connection or do they think of each other as rivals for slade's affection/praise/etc? (is that natural, or the result of slade's manipulations?)

post-apprentice arc — what happens when they meet again? i love how robin and slade were canonically forced to work together. that's a huge fave trope of mine. what if something happened in the apprentice arc that complicates that even more..

fandom-specific DNWs: semi-waiving my underage DNW—i'd prefer if age is not specified but if it is, please have them 16+! also, DNW bottom slade

Puss in Boots & Death (or Puss in Boots/Death)—

i requested puss & death but would be incredibly open to puss/death if you were so inclined to write it… 🫶

i really enjoy the mutual respect but lingering antagonism thing they have going on! but i ALSO love the place these two were in the middle. i'd be so interested to see their obsession (puss' obsessive fear of death, death's obsessive desire to catch puss & take him down) taken to the extreme

some ideas:

how does death feel about puss when they inevitably meet again down the line? has his respect grown? is it a little bittersweet to lose a respected rival? (does he... not feel ready for that? does he try to change anything?) or is he maybe excited to finally take him down? is there still some resentment?

canon divergence — "what ifs" from the movie — what if puss never escaped death that first meeting, what if he successfully made the wish, etc! how does death react? how does their relationship continue?

maybe puss gets his 9 new lives and his cat-and-mouse (hehe) with death gets to drag on a lot longer. maybe their relationship is able to develop that way...

if porny, i am open to them being anthropomorphized or fully human-ed for simplicity's sake. but hey, not NOT open to furry porn

dnws

underage, ageplay

high-protocol BDSM

unrequested gender/sexuality changes, including genderbends

daddy/mommy kink

the spelling “cum”

scat, vomit

extreme gore

main character death