#i may or may not have kinkshamed a bit

[flightlessangelwings]

FlightlessAngelWings Kinkotber 2023 Prompt List!

Here it is, the Kinktober Prompt List!!

Compiled by myself and edited/peer reviewed/approved by my bestie @the-purity-pen who had made fantastic prompt lists in the past (and who also made the beautiful graphics for me)!! This list has a little bit of everything from more vanilla to more hardcore prompts so there’s a little something for everyone, or to branch out and try something new if you feel like it!

Write fics, make art, graphics, gifs, moodboards, whatever your heart desires!! Any type of creations are welcome too: reader insert, oc, ships, original works, anything!

Have fun and be creative!!

Below the cut are 31 days of prompts for the month of October! Each day has 3 choices with a free space day on the 31st!

Because of the nature of the event, this is 18+ ONLY! Minors interacting or participating will be blocked!

Please tag me @flightlessangelwings and use the hastag #fawktober2023 and I’ll share your works!

Please use proper warnings in your posts with this event as some of the prompts may not be for everyone. And if you’re doing a reader insert, please work to be inclusive of your writing/art!

No kinkshaming please! I made this list to be varied so there may be things on here you hate. That’s ok! There’s things here that even I don’t like but I designed it that way so there’s something for everyone! But that’s also why tags and warnings are so important!!

Reblog this post so others and find this list and to share the fun!! And don’t forget to reblog other people’s work too throughout October and support each other!!

If none of the prompts for the day speak to you, feel free to pull from another day if you want! Don’t feel pressured at all! Have fun with it!!

List under the cut in graphic and text format!

Banner free to use for your posts with credit to @the-purity-pen 💖

Both dividers by the lovely @saradika ❤️

Love bites * Overstimulation * Impact play

Bath/shower * Public * Knife play

69 * Exhibitionism * Monster au

Thigh riding * Sex pollen * Forced orgasm

Table sex * Threesome * Sensory deprivation

Sexting/phone sex * A/B/O * Bondage

Slow and soft * Partner swap * Spanking

Cockwarming * Temperature play * Rough sex

Role play * Pegging * Hunter/prey

Stripping * Anal * Double penetration

Seduction * Blindfold * Degradation

Formal wear * Glove kink * Gun play

Body worship * Being recorded * Anonymous sex

Tit/nipple play * Object insertion * BDSM

Against a wall * Size kink * Free use

Lap dance * Role reversal * Whipping

Praise kink * Rimming * Tentacles

Masturbation * Squirting * Dacryphilia (crying/emotional release)

Hand job * Voyeurism  * Somnophilia

Sex toys * Orgy/group * Corruption

Romantic sex * Piercings * Hate sex

Voice kink * Virginity * Fisting

Dirty talk * Begging * CNC

Lingerie * Edging * Leather/latex

Mirror sex * Orgasm denial * Breeding

Face sitting * Deep throating * Choking

Food play * Period sex * Wax play

Blowjobs * Intercrural sex * Cock rings

Fingering * Cream pie * Gagging

Cunnilingus * Costumes * Breath play

FREE SPACE

[heavenhealy]

genre: smut, porn with a bit of plot, flatmate!matty x fem!reader, dom!matty x sub!reader

summary: after a bit too much wine at a game night, you worry matty learned things he never would have never wanted to know about his flatmate, but he assures you you aren’t as weird as you think.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: this is smut, please do not read this if you're under 18 or uncomfortable with sexual content!! specific warnings include: swearing, alcohol consumption, they're both a bit self conscious but only briefly, crying, (VERY MINOR) who hurt you troupe bc I'm a whore for it, reader is worried about being kinkshamed/implications she has been in the past, dom/sub dynamics, praise, degradation (consensual), unprotected sex (don't do this), choking, spitting, hair pulling, spanking, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), aftercare, fluff, matty being a little softie after sex

a/n: I haven't written anything in a while so I apologize if this is rusty! I also do not proof read so there may be some mistakes, and as always please let me know if I missed a warning and I will add it on. Happy reading! :)

"Never have I ever...." Your friend trails off, swirling the contents of her wine glass absently in her hand. Her living room is packed but all the attention is on her as she speaks. A sudden blast of nostalgia from college collides into you: you sitting in your much smaller common room with her and your group of classmates, drunk off cheap beer as you swap horror stories about professors and dating. She had always been the most gripping and magnetic person you knew. Someone who could pull all of your darkest, deepest secrets out of the folds of your mind before you even realized.

Or maybe it was the expensive wine that she always had stocked now that you were adults.

"Oh! Never have I ever made someone choke me during sex." A few flickers of laughter go up around the room, and you watch as some couples proudly throw back gulps of their drinks. Your mind whirrs, suddenly self conscious at the idea of someone seeing you take a drink, but you do it anyway. There's so many people here, and so many of them are drunk that it's unlikely anyone would remember anyway. You take a hearty gulp and feel the pleasant buzz settle in your veins, whether from the alcohol or the quiet liberation of admitting one of your darkest desires like this.

Her question seems to have inspired a new theme of the game, as the next person in line slurs, "never have I ever been spit on and liked it." Less people offer up their admittance than on the last round, and your face flushes as you try to subtly bring your glass to your mouth. Your eyes dart around, drunkenness making you feel sleepy. The room was mostly occupied by your coworkers and friends of friends, all people that you could elect to never see again if you had to, and a wash of relief has you taking another sip of wine- this one just for enjoyment.

"Never have I ever let someone I'm hooking up with come inside me." Even you have to laugh at the absurdly sexual way the game began to go, but you jovially drain the last of your wine, throwing your head back lavishly as a round of jeers go up in the circle around the coffee table.

Your head is back upright, warm and swimming with intoxication as you giggle in spite of yourself. Remnants of wine stick on your lips and you lick them, trying to pry off the last of the sweet taste. Your body feels so heavy and so light at the same time: flying and sinking with intoxication and the inherent comfort that comes with it. Your eyes flutter open, mostly because you're afraid you really could fall asleep right on the couch if you keep them shut. As soon as the visual world comes back to you, you see him.

Matty, your generous flatmate who always accompanies you to these parties when he has the time, standing just behind the seated circle of people in the game who you now notice are beginning to disperse. The sight of him is sobering. How long had he been standing there? The rest of these people were inconsequential to the rest of your life, but Matty? You share a home with him, cook each other dinner, and swap each others' laundry, and pick up medicine when the other is sick.

Nerves curl in your stomach. If he had seen all of that, he definitely would think you're a freak, a sexual deviant. Maybe he would want to terminate his lease and you would be forced to find a new place. You suddenly feel dizzy as he approaches.

Handsome as ever, he pushes a hand through his already wild curls and plops onto the couch beside you. He hums thoughtfully, examining your face closely; the flush of your cheeks, the unhinged look you're sure is present in your eyes. As hard as you try, your intoxicated mind can't comprehend the emotions showing on his own face.

About all you can muster to think is "handsomehandsomehandsome" as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth before prying the empty wine glass from your hand.

"We've got to get going," he says to someone as you stand with him, slightly wobbly in your platformed sneakers. You wave at your friend and manage to support yourself long enough to make it out of her front door. The night air is thick and sticky with humidity but Matty keeps an arm around your shoulders as you go down the stairs, silently ensuring you don't wipe out and skin your knee again.

"Thanks," you finally speak once you're onto the familiar even sidewalk back to your flat. He just hums, dark eyes sparkling under the street lamps dotted along the path.

"You didn't drink?" You ask, suddenly realizing that he seemed remarkably steady tonight.

"'course I did," he wiggles his flask from his jean pocket and waves it in front of you, "I'm just not a lightweight." You sigh, throwing your arms up dramatically. He's already giggling before you even begin to defend yourself.

"I didn't get drunk off of the one glass, Matthew! I actually had three tonight. And I didn't even get sleepy till the last one."

"Sleepy? Is that the word for it?" His voice is clipped as you make the final turn to your street, the looming complex you call home only yards away. Your brow furrows at his tone.

"What are you implying?" You stop, arms crossed defensively over your chest. He deflates, visibly dropping at your change in demeanor as if it wasn't him who caused it.

"Seriously, Y/N? We're almost home." You don't budge and he relents. "Sorry, that was rude of me. I know you're sleepy, let's go. Please? Forget I said anything." You sigh, appreciating the candid look of relief on his face when you start to walk again, all the way until you're into the safety of your bed.

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"Oh, fuck," you grimace upon waking up. You have no idea what time it is, but sunlight is streaming in through the crack in your curtains, and you can faintly hear the sounds of the tv down the hallway. You know that your hair is tangled, and it's a miracle that you even bothered to change out of your clothes before bed.

You grasp for your phone and sit up, cursing the throbbing headache that always comes with getting wine drunk. You start picking up pieces of the night in your memory like loose change: a selfie here, a bump into a guy from accounting there, a handful of pretzels tossed into your mouth by your friend, the game of never have I ever-oh.

Shit. You swallow hard, listening for the noises downstairs, and the confirming shuffle of Matty's footsteps makes you freeze. Shit, how much had he heard? You meant to ask about it last night but lacked the cognitive ability for such a thing.

Your stomach bottoms out as you think, practicing different ways to approach it in your head.

Hey, did you hear about all of my weird sex stuff last night?

Hey buddy, learned anything about me recently that changed your view of me as a person and now you want to move out?

Hi Matty, thanks for coming with me to the party and getting us home, did you see me admit to liking being spit on?

Each idea was worse than the last, and a shiver of fear runs up your neck. You had always expected to have to deal with some differences in this living agreement, and had before, but never about something like this. Okay, maybe you could just avoid him until you came up with a good way to ask? Or maybe it would never come up at all? Perhaps he really hadn't been in the room the whole time. And worse case scenario, you have time to think about it. You could crawl right back into bed and pretend to sleep all day and-

"Y/N? You're up, right?" Matty's voice sounds from right outside the door, strong and clear. You consider ignoring him but he nudges on the door and it swings open just a bit, revealing him clutching onto a bakery to go box. He smiles bright when he sees you upright and takes a step into your room.

"Brought you a cinnamon roll,” he smiles the small, earnest smile that you don’t even think he realizes he does, and your heart melts. Surely this is a sign off goodwill.

You thank him and take the box, immediately flipping the lip open and staring down at the pastry. Your stomach rumbles at the scent so you dig in, flakes of dough falling off and back into the box as you eat. Matty stays silently in your doorway until you vaguely gesture at your bed, inviting him to sit as you chew.

He perched himself at the foot of your bed: hair messy under the hood of his favorite old sweatshirt and his hands tucked endearingly under his thighs, as if he’s waiting for something.

You finish your bite and raise an eyebrow at him, hoping that he voices whatever he wants or needs from you. Not that you didn’t love just spending time together or the random act of kindness, but faint alarm bells were still ringing at the possibility of what he learned last night. Neither of you were prudes: you’d had your fair amount of conversations about hook ups throughout your years as friends, but it still felt like a delicate line to cross.

“‘S good?” He asks, voice stunted as if he had to swallow down his nerves before he spoke. “Are you feeling okay? Not too hungover?” His eyebrows crinkle cutely as he asks, eyes roaming your face as if to make sure you’re telling the truth.

You nod your assurance. “Fine, I was mostly just hungry but you fixed that.” He echoes the grin you produce and your heart flutters. He looks so painfully domestic like this, in his comfy clothes and making sure you feel okay. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as you recall the care he took -always takes- to get you home safely.

“Good. You were...pretty blasted." You cringe, placing your head in your hands. The heat of your cheeks is strong and burning into the palms of your hands. Fear strikes down your spine, a fuzzy feeling of panic filling your mind. The question dances on the tip of your tongue.

"Hey." His fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging gently at it until you relent. The warmth of his touch lulls you a bit, but you can still feel the tears rimming your eyes. He coos, the sound a soothing balm on your heart.

"What's got you so upset? You're more than allowed to get drunk from time to time, love. I'm no saint myself." The pad of his thumb swipes gently over the vein in your arm.

"I-" one hot tear escapes you, rolling down the side of your nose. "How much did you see?" Your voice barely holds: wobbly and unsure yet you somehow find the courage to look at him: staring deep into his eyes. He looks back just as unflinchingly, studying your eyes as if he was trying to memorize their exact curvature.

His mouth opens, then closes into a frown, and a dark wave of anxiety creeps through your chest. He knows. He saw it all, and you know Matty well enough to know that he only hesitates with you when he's trying to find the right words to soften the blow. Like the time you had made horrendous tasting pasta and he pushed it around the plate until you finally asked for his honesty. He releases his hold on your wrist as you tug it away harshly, scooting further up your bed until you hit the headboard with your back.

"Sorry, I'm sorry about- if you think I'm weird and you want to leave or not live here anymore, or you don't want me to ever talk to you again-" your voice wavers and a rush of tears spill forth despite how hard you will them to stop. The idea of him never speaking to you again you makes you choke on a sob, but you can't dull the voices in your mind.

"Now why the fuck would you think that?" His voice snaps you out of your blubbering. His pretty features are marred into a scowl so deep that you gasp.

"Tell me, Y/N, why would you think that? I would never, ever-" his features shift, eyes softening. "Who made you think that way about yourself?" You try to ignore the undercurrent of anger in the question but it oddly sets you alight to hear how much he cares about this. That maybe even if he doesn't agree with your desires, he's not going to alienate you because of them.

Your tears have dried onto your cheeks, and you can feel the uneven breaths of anxiety begin to wash away as he shuffles closer until your knees touch. It still feels as if your brain is full of cotton, unable to process or produce anything meaningful to the conversation.

"I don't mind if you don't tell me who made you feel that way, but I'll be damned if I let you go on feeling' weird about it. Or alone about it. Cause you're not." You nod along listlessly as you often do when he rambles on, and with the mix of emotions rushing through you it takes you a moment to understand him. Matty traces a lazy pattern over your knee cap, eyes glued to your face as you catch up.

"Oh," it stumbles out of you before you can check yourself. "So you, like," your brain short circuits as he flashes you a dazzling smile.

"I do."

"You don't think I'm gross?" A spark of hope settles in your stomach, whether from the knowledge, or Matty's proximity, or both you aren't sure.

He licks his lips, runs his tongue over his teeth in a way that makes your heart lurch. His curls shimmy around his face as he shakes his head no, hand stilling on your knee.

"Actually quite the opposite." His lopsided grin makes you gasp, and his hand slides up the length of your leg until it's resting on the top of your thigh. He sits up onto his knees, imposing over you even on with his pajamas still on. "More surprised..." his eyes search your face, finding only awe, "happy, thrilled, elated...who would have thought my sweet little angel would be so..." he clicks his tongue, mocking as he pretends to think. Your heart rate quickens as arousal shoots through you. "Fucking dirty." He tilts his head as if speaking to a child, eyes sparkling with what you can only assume is lust.

Your mouth feels dry as your entire face and neck flush red.

"I-I, well, uhm." You gulp and he places a hand delicately on your face. You lean into the touch, no longer finding it in you to be ashamed in front of him.

"You what? Are a dirty little thing who gets off on being choked and spit on?" You nod fervently and he chuckles, winding his fingers into the hair at the base of your neck. "Gonna need some words from this pretty mouth or we aren't doing anything."

"Yes, yes! I am, Matty. C-can you please?" He tugs at your hair, sending your line of sight upwards until all you can see are his eyes and mop of curls.

"Please ruin you? Make you forget about whatever fucker shamed you for what gets you off?" All thoughts outside of Matty leave you as you whine your affirmation. The anticipation is enough to make you squirm against his hold, hot pin pricks of pleasure sparking as he pulls against your hair.

"No running now that I've got you." He smiles sinfully before pushing forward for a kiss, molding his lips against your own with ferocity that you had only imagined he would use. No matter how many times you had fantasized about kissing him you never would have expected it to feel this perfect.

He tastes like coffee and the faint staleness of his last cigarette; something so iconically Matty that it makes you want to cry. He devours you, thrusting his tongue into your mouth and holding steady on your hair to keep you exactly in place for him. Arousal roars inside of you, underwear already slicking at the show of dominance just the kiss has given you.

"Need you." You mumble it into the kiss, unable to push down your thoughts any longer. Matty relents, chest heaving just as much as your own.

"Need you," you try again, clearer this time, tugging at the strings of his hoodie. It's gone in an instant, his lean tattooed torso exposed for your viewing pleasure. Matty's hands are instantly fisting into the fabric of your old sleep shirt, stripping it as soon as you gasp out a yes. He eyeballs your tits and immediately groans, deep and guttural in a way you've never heard before. "Prettiest fuckin' girl. Look at you." The tenderness makes your heart swell as he tenderly cups your breasts in both hands, pinching at your nipples just enough to make you breathless. He places a line of kisses down your sternum and then follows the same path with a swipe of his tongue.

Shuddering, you latch onto his back and dig in with your nails, hoping to leave him with a little gift of his own. The movement presses him against you, his face buried in your stomach as he continues the sinful path of his tongue down to the elastic band of your shorts. He licks under it, being careful not to actually touch you anywhere you truly wanted him.

"Mmph, Matty, please-please please!" You moan and shiver, wriggling under his weight as he keeps you pinned down with one arm over your mid section.

He nips playfully at the skin of your stomach, "Impatient little slut, huh? Just got started on you and you're already lookin' for more." He abandons your skin completely, taking his warmth with you. A whine grumbles in your chest at the loss, but it dies in the air as you watch him shuck off his sweatpants and underwear in one go.

You can't tear your eyes away from the sight of his cock: something you'd imagined but never figured you would be lucky enough to see in person. Desire strikes through you as he settles against the bed, his lean thighs on display as he kneels on the bed.

"Can I suck your cock?" The question jumps out of you and Matty stills, seemingly shocked at your boldness. He cocks his head, biceps flexing when he wraps a hand around himself. Your mouth practically waters as he pumps himself slowly.

"Of course you can," he licks his lips as he settles into your crumpled bedsheets, spreading his legs to give you ample room to work. You spring into action, eager to repay all of the attention he's given you.

There's no time to waste once his cock is in your mouth. Your eyes water at the intrusion but you can't deny the way it makes your pussy flutter to feel so full of him. Matty gasps, lacing his fingers back through your sweaty hair and leading you further down, pressing your face into the skin of his pelvis.

A gag ripples through you and Matty groans, loosening his grip just enough that it's clear you could escape if you wished. But you don't, and you won't, as you work through the reflex with hot tears streaking down your face. Matty's breathy gasps only encourage you as you wiggle your tongue along the bottom of his cock as you suck: saliva gathering at the corners of your mouth and dripping into a sticky mess at the base of him.

"So fuckin' messy and hot, spitting all over me cause you're so desperate, is that it? Can't do anything but be stupid and drool all over my cock?" You moan at his words, bobbing your head vigorously both to show you agree with him and encourage him to say more, the nasty words flipping all the right switches in your brain.

His hips stutter up into your mouth and he huffs, pulling you off of him in painfully slow increments. You whine at the loss: throat raw and scratchy as you watch his cock shine under the light.

"Lay down," his voice is clipped and you're silently thrilled to note the shake as evidence that he was feeling just as fucked out as you.

You follow his instruction, flipping easily onto your back. He stills at the foot of your bed as you sprawl in front of him, legs parted in invitation. His chest heaves as he crowds overtop of you, heated skin against skin as he presses the length of his body onto your own. The fullness of his weight against you makes you feel fuzzy and you go lax under him, bucking your hips upwards in seek of friction over your clit.

Matty hums, his reddened lips forming into a mocking pout. "Prettiest baby ever but just so desperate," he places a kiss on your forehead and your heart flutters: eyes watering at the sweet gesture.

He catches your gaze, carefully inspecting the shine in your eyes.

"I'm okay," you voice before he can even ask, running your fingers over his jaw as you grin up at him. "Just happy." A little sly grin spreads on his lips and you can't help but return one, a giddy feeling of happiness spreading through your bones. It only makes you more ravenous for him and you whine, pushing your hips up against his own again as you attach yourself to his neck, biting a hickey into the skin just under his ear. A long moan falls from him as you work your mouth against him and your mind short circuits, in disbelief that you finally had him like this.

"Fucking quit with the hips before I explode," Matty growls, pulling away from the stimulation of your movement. You still immediately, the steel in his voice making you pliant. Apparently pleased with your behavior, Matty simply sits back, trailing his sinfully long fingers between your legs. You gasp at finally being touched, head pushing back into your pillows as Matty circles a finger around your hole, pushing in slowly as you widen your legs to allow him more access.

"Pretty little pussy, think you can handle another one?" You know he's teasing you, as he was already working another finger in alongside the first, stretching you open. The burn is deeply satisfying, liquid pleasure seeping through you as he works you open, thrumming his thumb against your clit.

"Matty, please?" You tug at the hand unoccupied with fingering you. His eyes squint in confusion at your request and you sigh, pulling his hand toward the base of your neck. His hand on your pussy stills as his mind finally catches up.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're fuckin' perfect, want me to choke you? Wanna have my hand around your neck while I fuck you stupid?." You nod dumbly, already feeling like you're on cloud nine. He moves the fastest you'd ever seen him, abandoning his work on your pussy for a threatening grip on one hip. You watch hungrily as he lines himself up with your pussy, eyes locked onto the image of his intrusion. The fullness of his cock inside of you made you keen, chest heaving as he pushes fully inside of you.

It had been a very long time since you'd been this full, and the fact that Matty was the one filling you made it even more addicting. The sheer size of his cock was enough to make you dizzy, and even more so once he finally began to move. A stream of obscenities spill out of you and Matty tsks, falling back into this dominant persona as he narrows his eyes at you, fingers dancing at the base of your neck. You swallow with harsh anticipation.

"Do I need to shut you up?" You nod eagerly, desperate to feel the strength of his hand closing around your neck. "What a dirty little girl, wantin' me to choke you when I'm already buried inside of you." His voice deepens with a groan while you plead him with your eyes, pussy throbbing around his cock at his words. His thrusts falter for just a moment as he finally relents, tightening his hold on your neck until you feel the perfect level of pressure that makes you feel perfectly floaty, nodding at him to continue his thrusts against you.

Emblazoned by the sight of his hand around your neck, Matty's hips snap into you with renewed vigor that has you rocking against the pillow, legs locked around his back. The slick sound of your pussy around him fills the room, mingling with the strangled moans that slip from both of you.

Matty pants above you, the punishing pace making your eyes roll to the back of your head. It's almost embarrassing how easily he works you up, and almost even more embarrassing how quick you are to hang your mouth open, mind blanked by the pleasure as you take everything he has to give you. He loosens his grip on your neck slightly and you whine petulantly.

"Relax, pretty. Not done with ya, hold on." Thankfully the movement of his hips doesn't even stutter as he moves his hand upwards, over the cleft of your chin before tracing the pads of his first two fingers over your bottom lip, pulling on the flesh until you open your mouth again. He smiles and lust clouds your senses as you watch his eyes crinkle.

"There's something else you want, isn't there? Something else that makes this pretty pussy all wet?" Your eyes widen, heart jumping into your throat as one of your most common wet dreams comes to life right in front of you. You try to swallow but his fingers in your mouth impede you, the tip of your tongue running over the digits.

"Wan' you to spit in my mouth," you make the sentence out with impressive clarity, especially as Matty's thrusts speed up at the confession, a deep, sustained moan rumbling out of his chest.

He slips his fingers from your mouth and immediately puts them between your bodies to thrum over your clit, slick with your own spit as they make contact. A shock runs through you, exciting every vein in your body with the whisper of your oncoming release. Despite his renewed vigor, Matty's eyes remain glued to your own as you hang your mouth open. From this angle you can see all of his pretty curls framing his face and every eyelash around his deep brown eyes. Before you even have a moment to anticipate it, a thick translucent glob of spit descends from his perfect lips and onto your waiting tongue. You swallow it eagerly as his cock twitches inside of your walls, and before you can even thank him, his hand unoccupied hand latches back onto your neck.

"I'm going to fuckin' come, shit. You're so hot." Matty's praises send you to another plane of existence as he holds you by the neck, deft fingers curling around your clit in time with his thrusts. You're sure that the sounds you're making are pathetic and embarrassing but pleasure courses through you so quickly that you can barely make out your warning that you were going to come.

Matty growls as you finally let yourself go, giving up to the monsoon of pleasure that wipes through your entire body. Your toes curl, muscles strained with the force of your orgasm as you hold him as close as possible with your legs. Matty curses, plowing into as he nears his own end. Even though you feel out of this world, you are acutely aware of everything about him; the way he pants and the rivulets of sweat that are beading down his chest, the beautiful moans that come from his bitten-red lips.

"Gonna come, can I come inside?" His desperation is making him whiny, and if you were less fucked out you would poke fun at the tone you know he would hate, but all you can think about is having his hot come fill you up.

"Yes, please! Need it Matty." A sliver of overstimulation starts to overwhelm your easy pleasure but you endure through it as you feel his cock twitch heavily inside of you before he leans into you, face buried into your shoulder as he comes. Although you mourn the loss of the face he makes, you get a beautiful sample of the moans that overtake him when he comes. The sound takes your breath away alongside the feeling of him filling you to the brim, so forcefully that you feel yourself shudder with another small orgasm as he finishes with a few more tiny thrusts of his hips. You gasp for air, immediately grappling for him to wrap your arms fully around his back.

He falls into you easily, his own chest heaving as his cock softens inside of you. You hear rather than feel him kissing over the plane of your shoulder as you float in and out of focus, exhausted and most likely dehydrated from this and the night before. Unintelligible speech rumbles against your skin, and Matty must realize that your lack of response means you aren't quite there, as he leans up onto his elbows.

You smile when you see him, face flushed and eyes heavy with fatigue.

"Handsome," you finally speak the word you held back last night and he laughs heartily as he cups your jaw as if examining you to look for damages before placing a kiss onto your lips; short and sweet and grounding.

"Glad you finally caught up, love. It was getting exhausting being the only one in the house who thought so."

You roll your eyes, finally coming back to yourself and reality.

"Last time I'll ever compliment you." Giggles continue to wrack his body as he slowly pulls out of you. The gush of your mixed arousal coming out of you makes you whine, sure that you had just ruined your sheets.

Matty looks guilty as you finally make eye contact again and you just wave him off, sitting up slowly as he flops onto the bed beside you. He looks up at you, reverently, and you blush.

"Stop that, please. Stop." Your voice is still scratchy but you can't fight the smile on your face, the undeniable hope that this wasn't just a one time freak accident.

"Stop looking at how pretty you are? Especially with that just got choked and fucked within an inch of my life glow? Nah." He casually pushes his hair off of his forehead and your body betrays your rolling eyes with a new stir of arousal.

"Seriously, though. You're hot. And pretty, and gorgeous and so fucking dirty in all the best ways."

"Stop before I barf, Matthew." You try to be petulant but can't resist his cute grabby hands as he settles you down next to him, petting gently at your temple.

"But thanks," you finally squeak out, feeling tremendously tired and satisfied as you yawn. "For being cool and doing all that and, like, not running away from me after." You feel him stiffen slightly before he goes lax again.

"Love, if I'm running anywhere, it's over to my room for us to have a clean bed to do this again."

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fat ftm trans guy

asks (+ anon asks) + dms are open, feel free to send anything (including pics)!! i love to chat, however my tumblr usage lately has been up and down. please don't take it personally if i don't respond!

not interested in sending pics or voice recs to randos! If we’ve known each other for a bit and have chatted then possibly, but still not likely. I would give you shit for asking though!!

switch vers (taken the role of all of them!) but i usually lean more toward the submissive bottom side

yes: hypno, cnc, free use, light petplay, aphrodisiacs, some degradation/humiliation/masochism, breeding, cockwarming, intelligence play, somno, bimbo/himbo type stuff, etc (if i can think of more, i'll add them!)

no: piss (consumption)/scat/blood/vomit, raceplay, ageplay, detrans, etc (if i can think of more, i'll add them!)

not kinkshaming (for most of them), just not my personal cup of tea

hypno specific

cocknosis >>>> @_@ im a guy who loves cock. sucking it, sitting on it, staring at it, you get the idea. sucking makes me a little brainless, so if you want a shortcut to trance for me...there's that :3

gonna add my hypnokink list here, please know things may change even if i don't mention them. if you wanna try something ask me first!

have i question i haven't answered? feel free to ask!! if i don't respond don't take it personally, i have a life outside of this blog and am usually pretty busy during the day! <3

[tanihanya]

Haii,, It's me, Tanihanya!!

New Pinned Post <3 cos the old one was a bit ehhh

Hey !!! I'm Tani, a she/they trans girl + disaster lesbian who'll be obsessive and annoying over interests, people, ideas, characters---- whatever you wanna name :3

I do have discord,, but I'm only giving it out to people who DM me hehe,,, so ummm don't be afraid to ask :3

18 years old nowww so be careful with that:33

ASK ME ABOUT/ CURRENT OBSESSIONS:

Stormlight / The Cosmere

Undertale/Deltarune/Indie Games

My OCs

Murder Drones

Minecraft :3

Geography stuff

----- REASONS I WILL NOT INTERACT WITH YOU: -----

TERFs, Transphobes, Exclusionists, Anyone who feels the need to hate on and discriminate against others :33 (any sorta kinkshaming (including that kink you think is disgusting) is included)

I just don't like your vibes lol,,, It happens

People who engage too heavily in discourse-- I might get involved sometimes,,, but it does sorta make my blog depressing

(Will not follow anyone who gets too wrapped up in transmasc v transfem stuff,,, just kiss already,,)

----- REASONS YOU MAY NOT WANNA INTERACT WITH ME: -----

Christian !! I'm not at all hateful but i get that some of you have trauma that makes that stuff uncomfy,, I've had a couple of bad interactions due to that so I should probably just list it before it becomes an issue

It be political over here sometimes :3 sorrryy I engage in discourse sometimes, especially when I'm not doing the greatest

Third Sideblog: nuh uh would never I'm a good christian child

Anywayssss,,, thassss me !!!

Obsession / Spam Reblog Sideblog: @stelleismyfursona

Special Tags: #menace to society - reblogs from @hadoom, ummm I'm gonna make more I promise :3

DON'T BE AFRAID TO ASK ME ANYTHING,,, DM + ASKS + INTERACTIONS ARE NOT JUST OPEN BUT NEEEDEDD

[sneezysubbyboi]

grrr the aUdAciTY of my coworker to say — in passing about a guy she’s potentially gonna see — “what if he’s a creep and has a foot fetish??”

like, just the way she said it rubbed me the wrong way; not even rephrased like “a creepy guy *with* a foot fetish” — just *and has* the fetish, really sounded like a general kinkshame

It took quite a bit not to retort “hey! Just because they have a kink doesn’t by proxy make them creepy”, but potentially outing myself in front of all my coworkers (who agreed with her sentiment) was the string that held me back 😅

…and now I feel like my silence is part of the problem of why we can’t have a more kink-friendly inclusive world that I inspire to live in —I need to give us a voice godammit 😩

got too comfortable in my bubble of wholesome kink communities where everyone’s like “omg my partner is so accepting of my kink!” but now I realize those are the minority and we may still have a way to go..

[dailycharacteroption]

Oozemorph (Pathfinder Second Edition Archetype)

(art by SothGrim on DeviantArt)

When you think of slimes, of oozes, of puddings or flans or any other food-related word that has been used to describe formless goo monsters in rpgs and beyond, you probably already know that, inspired by the movie The Blob and it’s remake, D&D was the first to turn such formless giant amoeba and other goo critters into staples, with plenty of jRPGs and beyond further helping to cement them as an icon of the genre.

It may shock you then to learn that the concept of humanoid slimes, of slimes that not only have intelligence but choose to adopt humanoid forms is not as recent as you think, evolving out of things like parodies of Dragon Quest and other jRPGs coming out in the 80’s… you know, the same decade that D&D itself became a thing, and that is *wild* to me.

Of course, one can’t mention humanoid slimes without pointing out the elephant in the room which is that slimegirls are featured in a lot of eroge works, and with that acknowledgement let me be very clear that we love and support folks that enjoy all sorts of age ratings and subjects here. There is no kinkshaming here.

In any case, today’s archetype is all about characters that, through accident or design, are a little more oozelike than most. Canny fans will remember that there is an archetype in First Edition by the same name, though while the shifter version is all about those shifters whose power of polymorphing is derived from emulating those giant protoplasms, the Second Edition version is more available to every class and is more flavored around magical curses, accidents, and the like. Things that you were quietly encouraged to reflavor the 1E version into if it suited you anyway.

Now, you may ask, “Ooh, does this archetype give you the ability to shift fully into a protoplasm for all the benefits and hinderances associated with it, or shapeshift your limbs into weapons, or the whole polymorphing into animal forms plus your pseudopods for extra offense?” To which I must sadly be the one to disappoint you, since the archetype does fall prey to the limitations that 2e sometimes puts on their character options, but I won’t say it’s impossible to play such a character, more on that later.

In any case, your character is or perhaps later became a partially goo-ified person. Maybe your character was a human that was afflicted by the ooze plague from The Slithering stand-along adventure that this archetype comes from, or some other ancestry that was experimented on, or someone of any ancestry that otherwise developed such a connection/affliction? Either way, we’ll see exactly what they have to offer.

The base dedication of this archetype represents the start of the transformation and how the starting shifts of the hero’s biology gives them insight into how oozes function, particularly with how to avoid their engulfing attacks, but also in the study they do into oozes and the occult as they come to understand what is happening to them. However, it comes at the cost of their changing anatomy being disturbing to many other creatures, hampering social interaction.

The more they transform, the more their anatomy fails to resemble their original ancestry. Thankfully, this makes it harder for foes to target their vitals, and they can seal off blood loss much faster and easier.

Some learn to distort their throats to create a resonating chamber, allowing their vocalizations to be heard from much farther away, though even the most musical of such vocalizations are likely a little unnerving.

Sometimes having no eyes is an advantage, especially given the number of monsters with deadly gaze attacks and spells that afflict those that view them. As such, some oozemorphs learn to just get rid of their eyes reflexively for a bit, becoming blinded for a few seconds in order to turn failure into success against such visual effects.

As their transformation progresses, oozemorphs become receptive to, and are able to replicate the primitive pheromonal communication of many oozes. While they can hardly tell oozes what to do, they can at least attempt to befriend them and convince them that they are not food or threats.

Eventually, many of them develop thicker skin akin to the thick membranes of many oozes, and their bones further break down, making them not only resistant to bludgeoning attacks, but also to the effects of especially grievous blows.

Many oozes can suction to walls and ceilings to move along them, and some oozemorphs can emulate that, their limbs spreading out to get as much grip on the surface as possible.

Finally, their internal fluids become more like cytoplasm than blood, making them resistant to disease and poison, as well as making them even more resilient overall.

This archetype offers a lot of durability options as well as some utility, but it is a far cry from going full sentient slime, even if the art for the archetype is very nice and seems to lean in that direction. However, by looking into the actual classes we can use as the base, we can find some options and answers that are suitable. Both kineticist and monk have ways to make your strikes deal many different types of damage, which could be flavored as reshaping gooey limbs or channeling power through them, while alchemist has some concoctions that can also help out with that. Furthermore, arcane and occult casters of any class gain the potential to learn the Ooze Form spell, which is much nicer than the 1e equivalent since it actually lets you take traits of specific types of oozes (from an admittedly limited list but that’s just 2e polymorph for you) rather than just a generic battle form.

However, even if you don’t go that route, the oozemorph can offer some fun abilities to make being a goo person a part of your character, especially if they plan to be up front absorbing a lot of hits.

Now, as sexy and cute as we tend to think of slime people in a lot of modern fiction, within a lot of more serious fantasy games, I can see a lot of oozemorphs struggling with how others view their altered nature. Even without considering how uncanny and disturbing their powers would appear, oozes are typically seen as mindless monsters, a danger to be avoided and repelled, so there’s a lot to explore there, though it need not be the case in your own setting if that isn’t something you want to explore.

Those that survive in the Blighted Lands are renowned for their toughness, but that doesn’t mean they are unscathed or unchanged by it. Such is the case with Sekani the Burning Rain, who suffers from an affliction that makes her body soft, translucent, and pliable in places. However, the young strix has learned to channel this ooze transformation, and earned her epitaph by channeling her magic through it to pelt foes from above with acidic spells.

Most who were afflicted by the Darkeye Plague rose again as zombies, hungry for flesh and instinctively spreading the necromantic virulence. However, those who survived it sometimes gained a strange symbiosis with the black fluid that had spread throughout their bodies. That did not, however, prevent them from becoming something more than mortal, though not necessarily monsters.

Most who become oozmorphs become soft and malleable, but Beras of Millentown was an exception, their body taking on the qualities of carnivorous crystal. This transformation has lent itself to them developing geokineticism, channeling their transformation into deadly blades of jagged crystal.

[tlnytraumatoy]

Oh boy it's been a minute! 2025 has just begun and I feel like the best way to cope through it is just being the sex toy I was always meant to be...

Anyway, THE RULEZ!

Pls refer to me as either it or they/them, I'm amab even tho I'm pretty short and have a squeaky voice. 🥺 Unless?? You're calling me a good boy, then you can use he/him! Age wise, in fact you did not check my bio I'm on my low 20's.

My name really varies. Toy is good, Dollie is also valid, Toyling?? Is a custom name I made long ago that means " a toy's toy" so like if ur a sub but feel like putting someone in their place, u can call me that too!

I am STRICTLY a sub, there are absolutely NO exceptions! I'm a bit cheeky and soft bratting is my lifestyle, it's not even about kink, I'm genuinely cheeky, if u can't handle that pls don't talk to me.

I adore CNC Dynamics??? So much, give me tasks, tell me I got to get played with in public, (see my background picture, the magic wand? You sending it up my askbox, or DM's, is the equivalent of a task, you may give me the prompt and tell me, for instance, where, for how long, and in what situation to edge or overstim) fair warning I do have trauma related fantasies so if it's messed up and risky I will orgasm due to my hypersexuality, don't hesitate to push the moral area to the upper limit to tease me. Keep in mind me being a plaything applies 24/7.

NO. MINORS. ever, I don't want you, I want nothing to do with you. Go away. This blog is 18+ and not on my WORST day would I interact with any of y'all. You're getting the ban hammer. Also don't interact if you're over 40. Unsolicited nudes will get you blocked.

I have very few limits, but two of them are obviously what I listed above and anything referring to anal and cock, you may call my private area a penis or noodle, but if you come up and act like a cishet male asking me to suck you off you're going to get soft blocked at the barest possible minimum. Also I don't like anything related to alcohol drugs or that stuff, never liked any of them nor smoking. I don't judge if u do. Just not my thing. Do not demand pictures. If this particular warning gets ignored it will go on the red category. I MAY show u if ur super cool but if u have cishet energy and dry typing ur literally getting ghosted.

You're ENCOURAGED to be yourself with me!! I don't judge, I won't kinkshame and I won't make fun of you. I'm a toy remember? Pls don't feel guilty for treating me exactly as what I'm embracing as a form of life. No you're not pushy, nor are you annoying. you can literally send me 50 asks and they'll all get a response. And actually?? If u pass all the rules above you can task or punish me instantly whenever you like even if you never said hi before, something about someone going. " Hii!! :3" while punishing me is so good

With that out of the way, welcome to my blog!

[suhjihanma]

☩ 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 ☩

☩Kink (3) : Omorashi ☩Word Count: 915 words ☩Pairing: Kento Nanami / Female Reader ☩Content Warning: Heavy mentions of omorashi, bedwetting, slight mentions of ab//dl, heavy dominance, humiliation, moderate use of OOC, hinting of dumbification, age play, mentions of wearing diapers as humiliation, dd//lg. ☩Author's Note: Do not read this if you are a minor or kinkshame. If you find this story to be tasteful, then by all means ignore this writing piece. It's day three now, so why write up something that's more on the borderlines of taboo? I might had a little bit too fun playing with this prompt, but to hell with it, we ball.

Appreciating dawn was always the best moment.

Granted, it was amusing for Nanami to see you waken from a deep sleep in the soft, fitted mattress. A dragged groan was let out in the process as you stretched your sore muscles, eyes slowly opening from the disturbance of the sun's rays that crossed your face.

The gentle rays decorated your skin, back arched up as you looked at Nanami, stretching the sore muscles under developed kinks. 

Nanami gulped quietly to himself as he looked at your body, most notably vulnerable in the position that you were in. He pondered about the numerous times you were held in that position underneath his power. The bedroom was a challenge of the dynamics, yet he overruled everything inside its four walls. From overwriting the weakened nerves that sung out in ecstasy, Nanami appreciated how submissive you get under his strong hands. Inappropriate thoughts were clouding his mind of judgment as he chaste a kiss on your forehead. Besides acting upon prude thoughts, your mind could only wonder about him waking you this early in the morning. Yet, from shared times with Nanami, this was just another day basking in comfort.

“It is impolite to stare, daddy.” You sheepishly say, rubbing your eyes out of exhaustion. Nanami softly chortled as he placed another kiss on your forehead. The covers that were draped around your thighs were now replaced with warm, rough hands, slowly caressing the warmness that your thighs were carrying. 

“Can’t help it, baby.” He calmly said before looking at you with a gentle smile. Nanami studied you with his gaze, eyelids heavily covering themselves with sleepiness. “Do you know what you want to do today, or do I need to help my baby with her plans?” His stoic voice became filled with playfulness, his hands now reaching to your exposed hip frame as his fingers playfully guided themselves along the small love handles. Redden cheeks formed across your face as embarrassment presented itself. Nanami was right‌. Difficult as it may seem, you always found him to help you with dubious errands, especially for errands that ‘big girls’ like yourself find difficulty in completing. 

Still, you always complained that you could get them done with your poor time management. 

Pouting, you looked at Nanami with a tongue poking out, afterwards blowing out a raspberry. “I can do it, daddy! I can do things myself.” Nanami chuckled as he looked down at your legs, not knowing the small puddle that sat underneath you. A questionable expression formed across his face. 

“And not going to the bathroom is one of them.” Sighing, he throws the covers that were still on the bed before his palms felt the wet stain underneath you. Thankfully, it wasn’t a hassle to clean up yet, the continuous lectures of bedwetting grew to be tiring. You knew Nanami grew to have short patience when it comes to misbehaving yet, the patience that this man had with you was mainly forgiving, in a sense. He could be cruel as the next man by spanking in retaliation. He overweighted the power dynamic, yet when it comes to occasional accidents, you thanked your submissive self that he was more than less lenient. 

“I’m sorry, daddy. I couldn’t make it in time.” You cried out as you held your head down in shame. Tears were slightly forming in the corners of your eyes as you sniffled quietly. Embarrassing that Nanami could see you in your crying state, the smallness within you wanted to grab your nearest plush animal and hold on to it with dear life. A special coping mechanic, you wanted to ease your crippling embarrassment. Humiliation was getting the best of you until Nanami’s voice broke your sulking moment, your attention was now focused towards the man with a concerned face. 

“I’m not having that.” He continues to look at your sadden face, still expression present. “I wonder what your punishment will be, baby, hm?” Your eyes watered, Nanami now looking over at you with a smirk. “I tried making you write several sentences on not wetting the bed again. I might need to up my ante.” Looking at the puddle again underneath, Nanami sighed in disbelief.

 “Then again, wearing a diaper would be more fitting for girls like you who love to make messes.” Your eyes widened as you were about to protest his suggestion. Not only could he choose something so embarrassing yet shameful, but something that teases your bodily functions. Wearing a diaper was a bit too much, but with Nanami’s suggestion, this was all for your own humiliation. How adorable would it be for you waddling about in your daddy’s home? You actually get to be embarrassed like a little girl. Little girls like yourself are only subjective to be pacified and babied under dominant daddies like Nanami.

Simply because you couldn’t control your bladder. 

“No daddy, that’s for babies.” Your endless pitiful whines reached Nanami’s deafen ears as you squirmed, acknowledging the feeling of cooled wetness now seeping in your soiled panties. Nanami’s smirk never left his face as he looked over you, tutting his teeth as he looked over at you with a mischievous smile. You questioned yourself as you didn’t know what’s going to happen next, yet the dominance that leaked around Nanami grew to be enticing as the words spilled from his mouth grew nothing but alluring to your ears.

“Remind yourself that you are daddy’s baby, baby.”

[yaknowlikenyah]

how would you go about telling your partner youre into something that youve seen them kinkshaming

cuz like its not a relationship i want to leave nor do i want to keep secrets from them but i also dont want them to a. take it as a joke or b. do that thing where people just stop listening to you and start reacting based off of their bias

thanks big bro 👍

So this is one of those things where the longer you leave it to rot, the more it's going to fester until it becomes a major problem. The last thing you want is to become resentful. Ya know? And the reason that shit happens is because it hurts.

Going into a communication like this there's a couple things you're going to have to keep in mind.

1. Set expectations for reactions.

Set the tone. You don't want them to make fun of you or call you gross or anything, obviously, but you have to communicate what is/isn't expected. Set the discussion up for compassion and make it clear that being teased or ridiculed would make you uncomfortable.

2. State how the thing influences you.

This is the devil. Absolutely the fucking devil, but you have to express what the action in question is doing to you. Yes it hurts you, but "hurt" is abstract and makes it hard for the other person to understand exactly how their actions are influencing you. Does it lower your self esteem? Is what they're doing influencing your thought patterns or making obsessive thoughts worse? Giving you body image issues? If you specify the cause and effect rather than just stating the feeling, communication will be clearer.

3. State a reasonable outcome for resolution

You know the thing and how it hurts you, and now you have to give a suggestion for how you want to fix it. It keeps your S/O (or whoever else) jumping to conclusions on what you want and helps to assuage any rejection sensitive dysphoria or guilt they may have.

So your ending communication will look something like:

"Hey babe, can we talk about something seriously for a second? I want you to hear me out about something that's been making me feel uncomfortable and I'd like if you wouldn't make fun of me for it, but I have that [insert here] kink you've been making fun of. You don't have to like it yourself or do it with me, but I'd appreciate it if you could stop making fun of it around me because it's making me feel gross about kinks I can't control."

The not fun bit of this is that if they react badly, if they make fun of you and double down, you have to think about if you want to be with someone who would make fun of other people like that in the first place and who would double down instead of reacting with compassion. It doesn't have to be a deal breaker, but don't tolerate making yourself more and more palatable just to keep what you think is a good relationship. That's the high speed train to waking up one day and realizing you're miserable trying to be someone else.

[ayosdesignz-blog]

Dear cacklers...We are gathered around this post today so that I: current self proclaimed kinkshamer; may share my observations of one villain Kraven of the Spiderman 2 game.

That man is too excited by the hunt.

Too interested in dying from the hunt.

I'm sitting there watching some game plays and having things explained to me by my little brother and as more time passes the more sus everything this dude's every action is.

Like I'm at the point where I feel like the guy needs to stop what he's doing to take a cold shower and maybe take like 5 (hours) to just fuckin chill out.

Cuz the man's a freak.

Like: super freak, super freaky🎵

And I'd personally recommend that he gets all the therapy. And if he DO got a therapist he clearly isn't paying them enough or needs a better one or BOTH!

When I tell you...the tension was bordering on sexual in most encounters...💅🏽

Too many small moments...and I admit that I might have been exaggerating for the lols a bit as my ✨️dirty mind✨️ decided it wanted to act up.

But the scene where Peter/Venom put this guy in a scary tentacled chokehold and he had the audacity to look pleased and THEN TAKE IT FURTHER BY BEGGING HIM TO DO IT HARDER??!!!!

I was couldn’t breathe around the pterodactyl noises that were surprised out of me from that...

CLEARLY...I wasn't imagining things before that scene if this motherfucker is now over here going like: choke me like you hate me but you love me🎵

Except with the full on aura of: ~I love the kind of woman that can actually just kill me~

Looking ass.

Had me dying lowkey fr wondering if this dude had always been a sexual deviant or if it's just this game iteration. Because he's honestly one of the villains I don't really remember from my childhood.

Now Venom out here lowkey being a hoe, with his thick ass, trying to show everyone what that tongue do as I (yell at the tv and) demand he put that thing back where it came from is completely normal and familiar.

For comparison purposes.

I am not familiar with a hunter (in Spiderman) so thrilled for a hunt he's willing to do mind games to break a person into not holding back and undo their "cures" so that he can fight them when they're no longer themselves. Getting into personal spaces, constantly grinning, goading and insisting, what the body language is saying...and in the case of this particular scene...begging.

Now I don't know if this man is gay...but that was fucking gay. 🤣

Why he look like he might be ready to bust a nut over this other man ✨️~consensually~✨️ roughing him up? And there's tentacles involved? 👀 que the lip biting 🫦

Gotta be somewhat gay.

And that's kwel or whatever but maybe NOT want sexual pleasure in them maiming and then killing you.

Kraven? More like Kray-kray.

Cuz that shits beyond fucking weird, wrong even, and I will stand by this.

[heavenlyvision]

Hi i am sorry , but i didnt see your list of do and donts for requesting, may i know if you have boundaries or certain thing that should not be asked in the inbox? I don't want to make you uncomfortable but i really love the way you write ans was wondering if you do request and headcanonz and if you have some specifiv taboo stuff that should not be included.

No need to be sorry!! I haven't really specified my boundaries other than pregnancy and that was in response to a request, if you're curious about my thoughts on that, the ask and my answer is here

Thank you for your ask and for enjoying my writing!!! I have never done headcanons but my brain is filled with thoughts on fictional characters, so I am more than happy to do some. I am also open to answering drabbles and such :))

In regards to boundaries, I haven't said much on it because I wasn't sure where to put it or even how to begin specifying it. I have a hard time saying no without a clear idea of what the request would be and while I don't feel I have many hard no's, I will try to list out a few off the top of my head under the cut. I've also included some clarifying information.

CW for noncon, dubcon, cnc, self harm, etc, below

Noncon (No consent) or rape is a hard no for me, I am unwilling to write it and I do not see that changing.

Sexual assault is a no but attempted sexual assault is up in the air, I would never write it about a character I like but I might do something along the lines of, some random flirting, touching, grabbing you against your consent and how certain characters would react in response.

Dubcon (Dubious consent) is a bit iffy for me, I do have a sex pollen ask in my requests and I'd tag that dubcon but I am okay with it and I will be writing it. Mostly in regards to dubcon, I'm on the fence, if it gets too close to noncon, I will not write it but it's a bit of a case by case basis.

Cnc (Consensual non consent) is a bit of a fine line for me too, depending on what it is, I might be interested in it, but I probably won't write it of my own accord.

Self harm fics, like; your partner finding out about your self harm is also a no for me, just because I have gone through something like that and tbh, not the vibes.

I'd write about being self-conscious and your partner helping you by something sexual occurring or being kind and reassuring but I won't write about anything too self deprecating. This is for a number of reasons but mostly because I wouldn't personally want to read about something like that.

In relation to that, I enjoy degradation just as much as the next girl but I won't write anything where a character would actively think poorly of you or say something cruel because it's too mean for me :(( I want to imagine that the character thinks you hung the stars and the moon but again, case by case basis.

I will not write underage reader, I will write age gap because I am in my 20s and hot for characters older than me but I will never write a fic where the reader is underage, very icky vibes to me.

These are off the top of my head, I think I will make a more streamlined post with both do's and don'ts regarding what I write and link it to my bio but I think for now I have covered most of my bases.

I will add, I will not ever kinkshame someone and if you do send me a request I won't write for I may reply to it clarifying a boundary but please don't ever take it as me judging you! I write because I love reading and there are just some things I wouldn't read myself or be able to do justice for.

I am new to writing and so these are things I hadn't really considered previously. I appreciate you asking me for clarification and I hope I have answered appropriately and thoroughly.

Lastly, never be hesitant to ask me questions, again, I will never be unnecessarily cruel or judgy!!! I am just some weirdo on the internet who loves writing for hot characters <333

[pinkanonwrites]

This may sound a bit weird, but thank you for mentioning pubic hair in your stories/smuts. I've always wanted it to be mentioned more in smut works since its mostly looked down on in smut/ the general world. I've seen you mention it in your works a good amount of times, but your most recent Vash fingering work reminded me about it, and it made me so happy because a lot of people seem to ignore it/ write it , but you add it in so seamlessly without ever demonizing it or anything like that. I know it's such a minor detail, but I just really wanted to say thank you for that because it just makes me feel a lot more at home with my body which I haven't really had before with a story. (This isn't a kink thing btw!! I am so sorry if it comes across as that or if this is too tmi.)

Hi there! I'm so glad that little detail has been noticed and appreciated. Personally I like body hair on people from an aesthetic perspective, so I always prefer to add it into my writing rather than not. Whether someone has a lot of body hair or a little, whether they prefer to shave or let it grow, it's all natural and a part of life and doesn't need to be excluded or demonized! I'm so glad you found some comfort in my story!

And also, even if it was a kink thing, that wouldn't be an issue either! I do my absolute best not to kinkshame anybody on this blog. And in my eyes, as long as you're kink isn't hurting anybody or forcing someone to participate then I have no qualms with it!

[gu6chan]

Hello!

I decided I'd make this blog for things I'm excited about or put a lot of hard work into, but don't have anyone/anywhere to share with otherwise. Mostly personal things like musings, drawings, personal OC's and their stories, and other hobbies like writing/RP or games. I may also talk rarely about mental health issues as well, specifically dealing with things like intrusive thoughts or derealisation, so keep that in mind. If there's ever something you'd like tagged, lemme know.

Some notes:

This is a heavily NSFW blog where I get way too thirsty over fictional hermits so please do keep that in mind!!!

I'm very liberal with my blocking but at the same time very lax with discussion, so please don't take it personally if I block you and don't be shy about being upfront and honest if you have any questions! Nothing's off the table here :)

DO note I commonly block anyone who posts/reposts content from Drakengard 3 or the Nier series, which may include friends or acquaintances I've been chatting to for a while. Unfortunately just filtering the tags and blocking everyone else means next to nothing on this site, and I want to focus on crafting my own little space away from those things while I'm here. No hard feelings, and apologies in advance if you end up blocked!

I run on a somewhat inconsistent schedule between work and college so I might be quick to reply one second and take ages the next, I really do apologise.... (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

I don't mind reblogs! It makes my whole day of anything, so please don't feel worried I won't take kindly to it :3<

Importantly, this IS actually a sideblog, so while I tend not to follow back, I see y'all and it means a lot to me that you follow me!!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ I didn't think I'd really pick up any interest when I first made this blog, so I apologise for the lack of foresight :') Additionally, I rarely DO like posts from my main, but I'm a bit shy so I usually opt just to reblog... Please don't take it as any insensitivity on my end! I see y'all, I'm just a bit hard to show it... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Currently you might expect to see primarily Drakengard 1 and 2-related posts, though I'm in a few different fandoms so there might be a couple of things relating to those as well??? Infrequently. Everything I put on this blog means a great deal to me personally so if by some chance anyone might interact, be respectful please!!! :,) im fragile lmao

Lastly,

I love yapping and talking and being shamelessly horny about my faves and ships, so on the off-chance we share faves and you have any thoughts you'd like to share with someone, consider me that person :3 I LIVE for yapping and rest-assured, I do NOT kinkshame here 🫡 please tell me your thoughts i need more degeneracy in my life lmao

This will be up for the meantime until I get an actual pinned post around. If anyone happens to see this please do stop by, a lot isn't established yet but I hope to get it around in the morning. I love small talk and all manners of discussion and conversation, so again, I'll be happy just to see these little things of mine meaning anything to anyone who sees it!!

[midnight-talescape]

𝐵𝒾𝑜 𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉

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𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜

Uh I should have done this probably a few month ago, but like I procrastinate and this was suppose to be a one time blog that open once every kinktober or something like that. But like people apparently actually follow me for this and now I feel low-key obligated to keep this going. (Also I enjoy writing this a bit too much, smut makes lovely plot point after all :D)

So for the first time may I introduce myself and say welcome to my blog.

Call me Laucian (no that’s not my real name but I do like the name)

I am legally a adult as of right now and will probably be until I die (gotta leave the chance open just in case)

I go by any pronoun (just in case anyone care) so call me whatever the fuck you want (as long as it’s appropriate that is)

I procrastinate a lot and have 50 project going on at once, but I have a fucked up mind and don’t judge most kink, so do your worst and I will probably be into it and is willing to write (might take awhile tho)

I write smut and probably mostly smut this is what I hope you click in for after all (not that I don’t write fluff but that’s a different story) I do take request and rule will be below as I have rambled on for too long.

𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝐼𝓃 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁

First and only rule: Don’t be a fucking dick and you know what I mean by that. No discrimination of any kind please hate everyone equally

𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

This is a solely x reader blog, I don’t do oc x character, I don’t do character x character, I don’t do oc x oc. Not because I don’t like them, but because I don’t enjoy doing them, I feel stressed when I do them and like I will get cancelled on Twitter (not really I don’t own a twitter)

I also don’t do Futanari, I usually try to stick with female or gender neutral reader.

But like feel free to ask for like a prompt x reader tho (ex: assassin x reader, no character just a assassin who happen to fuck reader)

Request are not guaranteed, I will try but they are not guaranteed. I might have a brilliant idea and take your prompt and run with it, I might have nothing and just stare at your prompt for 5 month idfk what will happen it’s a complete dice roll.

Any character is fine I will tell you yes or no (trust me I have been in some obscure fandom) When you sent in request do know I might refuse them in the following condition.

1. I don’t know that character therefore I will not touch that character 2. I don’t like that character (not as in dislike more like I don’t find 3. them attractive, yes I’m like that so feel free to convince me on why they’re hot. Also work well if you give a nice prompt) 4. That's a fucking child 5. I hate the character so much I hope they die

Kinks that I don't write for

1. Pedophillia (no fucking shit) - You will be block 2. Necrophillia - It’s weird like guys plz 3. Shit and Piss - I don’t kinkshame but also ??? 4. Brainfuck - like literal brainfuck I have it in here becuz I have seen a curse image one time 💀

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

I will most likely forget to mention it in the actual story, but uhhhh I like a little pain so most of the writing I do is probably rapey at worst and dubious consent at best.

This is all fictional tho which is the only reason I deemed them as okay. If this happened irl call the cop. Call the fucking cop, it is not okay, consent matter, call the cop.

𝒪𝓊𝓉𝓇𝑜

That’s it have fun take your idea and run with it, I don’t judge like come on I like a yellow frog and a sugarcane before ;)

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

[padawansuggest]

You know, I've only followed you for a little while and I did so because I was interested in your star wars posts but wow!! I was not expecting the misogyny and kinkshaming!

I also noticed that you tend to say that you're autistic when people call you out on things or you go and start talking about how terrible people are for giving you anxiety or making you sick, which is another wow!! Like being autistic or chronically ill doesn't make you mean or disrespectful. That's all you.

And to then use those things as a defense instead of admitting you may have done something wrong?

I don't think I can read or follow someone who refuses to take responsibility for their actions anymore, so bye I guess.

Bruh just tell me you’re too stubborn to understand narrative tone, it’s okay.

I once more. Never said I hated ABO (tho idk how that counts as misogyny lmao) but that I get. Tired. Of 100% sex and sexual expectation. I even said I read those. Because they aren’t bad. But I don’t think I’ve ever liked one if it’s 100% sex. That’s my opinion, not kink shaming. I’m fucking tired of them all being expected to be smut.

Also. I mention I’m autistic because they (most people that come at me) claim I can’t understand neurological disorders. I mention I’m disabled because they claim I don’t understand disability. I mention those, because we all function differently and what is upsetting to someone else might not be to you. What is upsetting to me, might not be to you.

I haven’t done anything wrong :) and I don’t need to justify that at all. I just went over everything I said and I’m fully blameless, even if I spoke about something that probably shouldn’t be in my notes. I stated my boundaries. I stated I don’t like it personally. I never said they were wrong for writing it lmao clearly I read it from time to time. I don’t care what you write I’m just tired of it being 100% about sex.

And not all fics are 100% about sex but boy oh boy the ones that are. Are.

I stated what made me want to write this, is a personal trigger. That’s it. You can scream ‘you said you hated it’ over and over. And I’ll stand by that too. It’s not even bad to hate something. I hate a lot of things while refusing to kinkshame for it because that’s someone else’s right to write it.

But I’m saying, that I can only be pushed so far before I decide to write my own fic. Which is what I did.

Anyways. What about any of that made you think I was personally decrying their right to write that? I didn’t mention another person the whole time. I didn’t actually say people can’t write it or shouldn’t. I said the opposite. I also said that I read one too many of them for my personal tastes and it’s getting to my head.

What you should have criticized me about???? Why the fuck am I reading abo when it’s clearly a minefield for me??? That part you can yell at me about. But I’m blameless about everything else. It’s not kinkshaming if I state I have a boundary that keeps getting pushed and I’m ranting about it. You could have even asking me to just tone down the rant. But the summary is fine, and maybe the rants in the notes was a bit much. I’m not apologizing for using an actual writing technique to denote the tone of the main characters pov.

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No smut - it's okay if there's a little spicy bit here and there, because I can edit it out to make it work for a professional context, but if the work is just straight up erotica, I can't use it. Not kinkshaming, it just isn't suitable for my purpose right now. This may change in the future because proofreading/editing for steamy romance is absolutely a thing, it's just not what I'm aiming for at this moment.

Intended for (or already) public publishing - I would like to be able to reference back to, for instance, the piece published on AO3 or someone's blog or in print. Sample pieces have more impact if they are demonstrably from a real writer and not just something I cooked up with chatgpt to make myself look good.

I may wish to "sanitize" overt fandom content - this is something I might do for a fandom that (sigh) doesn't strike people as professional (like some kind of extremely horny anime). This would be a step I would take only for my version of the document, and I would only do this with the permission of the writer. I know it doesn't feel good to have your work scrubbed of its context, but this would only be for the version shown in my portfolio. You will receive my proofreading services (a tracked edit or annotated document, your choice, with fandom content intact) just like everyone else, it's just for the version displayed in my portfolio I might (with your permission!) like to change character and place names to make it generic.

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