#idk if it’s even a kink but

[pedrasacorn]

Imagine him gently rolling his hips up, hitting that perfect spot as he rocks into you from above, your fingers dig into his bicep as a whimper escapes you. “I know baby, I know it feels so good I’m sorry.”

He kisses your cheek over and over, caressing your hair, and cooing, “I know I’m sorry…M’sorry for hitting that spot, baby I know it’s so much to handle huh? Feels too good…” He swallows your moan in a kiss. “You can take it…m’here to help you take it.”

[whensecretsrise]

A prince who can't sleep and so steals his way down to the barracks in nothing but a sheer robe. There are a handful of knight sitting around a table, playing cards. They all rise at the sight of their prince. Has something gone wrong? You should be in bed. But the prince demands they deal him into their card game. They do, joking that perhaps the prince will wager money that they could win as a bonus. The prince refuses and the teasing and jokes die off. His wager, he says, is himself. The use of his body for the night. The knights' mouths drop open. They mutter and shuffle, none voicing the filthy thoughts in their heads.

They deal him in and the game begins. The prince plays terribly. He tells them if he loses his wager still stands. The winner will have him for the night. The knights get knocked out of the game one by one until a winner is declared.

The prince stands and gracefully discards his robe. He asks the knight where they should go, or if he would like for them to stay in the common area so that the others can watch. Immediately, the others begin talking over each other to beg and reason for them to stay. The prince makes the decision that they would stay. The others asked so nicely, and technically they did all beat him in cards.

The winning knight strips off his breeches and sets the prince in his lap. The prince grinds his ass against his knight until impatience takes the man and he shoves himself into his prince. The other knights are crowded around them. Filthy words fly from their mouths as they watch. They give the knight suggestions on what he should do to the prince. One of them grows bold enough to tease the prince for the small size of his cock. When he moans at the man's words, several more chime in to degrade him more.

Long before the knight is finished with him, the prince cums, the fluid arcing up to splash against his stomach. The other knights cheer and tease him. He cums twice more before his knight finally spills deep within him.

[angelgirl131]

need someone to inspect me. need someone to pull down my little white panties and laugh at how soaked they are after a night of sleep. “oh baby! i didn’t even touch you. what on earth were you dreaming about?” need someone to grope me and tell me they’re “just checking to make sure everything is still working” and when i whine and squirm against their hands they shush me and say “that’s good, that’s good little one. that means it’s working. now stay quiet for me.” i want my folds to be pulled apart and rubbed and licked. i want my clit to be clinically examined, pinched and prodded until i’m begging for a break. need someone to rub around the outside of both of my holes and make notes to themself about how tense i am, how much im clenching, etc. i desperately need someone to stick a finger in me and gasp at how tight i am “darling, it’s like i never broke you in at all! you’re gonna need to relax for me if you want to pass this exam.” they fuck me with a finger till i’m absolutely drooling. “we’ve got a ways to go, but you’re doing so well for me sweet thing. doing so well for daddy. now i’m going to restrain you now—no, no darling, none of that. i don’t want to hear any complaints. this is good for you. it’s good to be tied up for me. you can’t be able to move for this next part.” need somebody to slowly work a huge dildo into my cunt, the biggest i’ve ever taken, it’s heavy and thick and i can see it in my stomach. i’m whimpering but they just keep whispering “i knew you could do it, look how good my little wet hole is doing. absolutely made for this, i told you. so proud of my little plaything.” oh god it aches so much, im throbbing and moaning, but i wanna be good for them and i wanna do well on my inspection… i deserve to be inspected every day

[his-tamine]

saying "bless you" when he sneezes once or twice and then chanting "go white boy go" when he breaks out into a fit

[ittybittyfanblog]

in my mind, sylus is canonically at least 6'4 🧍🏼‍♂️

[suddencolds]

Thinking of someone whose voice, out of all things, betrays that they are ill ❤️

Someone who—for whatever reason—takes great pains to obscure their currently worsening cold. On a phone call with their partner, they are extremely conscientious about obscuring any trace of it—muting the call when they have to sneeze or cough, or putting enough distance between themselves and the receiver; blowing their nose periodically on mute, or making sure nothing they say betrays their congestion; cranking up their usual characteristic level of cheerfulness and energy to 110%, to overcompensate for how tired they feel.

Perhaps they know their partner is already busy with something important, or perhaps they simply think it's not worth the worry it might incur. Perhaps it just feels like an embarrassing or unworthwhile thing to call attention to.

Either way, it is with much relief (and perhaps the slightest pang of longing) that they hang up the call, triumphant that they've done a good job of keeping up the facade. After all, they've carefully, carefully accounted for everything that might've given them away, haven't they?

So they are more than surprised when their partner turns up on their doorstep a couple hours later with cold and flu medicine, pharmacy supplies, and steaming hot soup.

"How did you know that I was sick?" They ask, before turning aside to muffle a wrenching sneeze into their elbow.

"Your voice sounded off," their partner—who is intimately familiar with the sound of their voice—says, easily, following them in.

[butyoumakemesohot]

someone with a perpetually runny nose that’s constantly getting pinched away by their partner using whatever’s most convenient - a tissue, the end of their scarf, the tail of their shirt. when nothing else is available, they’ll simply use their fingers.

[arkhamsbrat]

hand on the tummy hshsksnsjsbsjs

ur out or maybe talking to his family or something and he's not in the mood to talk so he stands a little behind you with an arm slung around your waist and his hugeeee hand resting on ur tummy

tracing shapes or words (his name?????) into the fabric there and listening attentively when ur talking, and if he has something to say he'd have to raise his face from where it's buried in your hair, so he just doesn't talk

- 🪩

IM AT WORK DONT MAKE ME BLUSH LIKE THIS?????

jason could fr fall asleep standing up like that…

you’ve been standing talking to dick for 15 minutes and jason’s had his arms around you the whole time, ofc you assume he’s awake!

the patterns on your tummy stopped slowly, but that was normal. maybe he got bored after writing “i love you” into the fabric of your shirt the 14th time. and yeah, his breathing slowed, but he seemed relaxed…

it wasnt until dick started laughing and pulling his phone out to take pictures. you don’t feel jason move or anything, so you try to see what’s so funny. jason only wakes up when you try to look up.

he feels so bad because he was trying to listen to what you had to say (not dick, just you) but you smelled so nice… and your voice is so relaxing to him… and he’d been on patrol every day this week so hes been so damn tired.

he apologizes the whole car ride home, but your heart just flutters. big ass man like that knocked out cold because of your voice? jesus…

[vllergy]

freedom of nature's gifts

h/alsin b/g3 allergy, kink tav, 2.1k for those not familiar with the fandom: enormous kinky beefcake bear-coded druid who is felled by nothing wanders off into the woods to sneeze without disturbing his companions for those familiar: pls enjoy astarion being an absolute bitch about it for .5 seconds regular goodies: allergies, vouyuerism, partner with the kink extra flavor: giant man, giant snz, formerly indomitable force meets pollen, forced politeness, h/alsin being a sap tbh THIS IS JUST FOR ME I WROTE THIS FOR ME OK SORRY YOU HAVE TO SEE IT

“And here I thought druids were supposed to appreciate all of nature’s many charms.” Astarion’s musical voice drips with amusement. Tav picks up on it outside his tent as the lithe shadow of the elf passes over the sun drenched silk of his doorway. Just behind him, Karlach’s larger figure marches diligently along the same path.

“Oh, he’s appreciating them all right,” she snorts.

Tav rubs his eyes and rolls over. It’s morning, or at least it feels like it from the ache in his spine and the slightly cool air whisking over from the lake. He picks his head up and tries to follow the thread of conversation. His companions are talking about a druid, so they must mean Halsin. Tav hasn’t seen him since the night before.

Memories come warm and sticky like honey. Halsin’s hazel eyes fond in firelight. A low chuckle. A massive hand settled onto the small of Tav’s back. His heart quickens just at the thought.

Outside, Karlach sighs with a note of sympathy. “Never heard anyone sneeze so much in my life.”

Tav’s heartbeat nearly catapults out of his chest at that. His fingers fist in his blankets before he tears them away and scrambles up. Despite wishing to burst free from the tent like a demon, he tries to make his movements as unhurried as possible. It’s with great effort that he emerges from his sleeping arrangements without appearing impatient and affects a bored glance over at the others as they settle around the warm embers from last nights campfire.

“Morning,” Tav says and makes a show of scrubbing his eyes.

“Good morning to you too, darling,” Astarion purrs, “And aren’t you looking lovely?”

“Heya, soldier. You sleep okay?” Karlach waves.

Tav nods. His patience has limits, however. “What were you guys talking about?”

Karlach gestures back over her shoulder towards the tree line, “Halsin. Surprised you didn’t hear him earlier this morning. Poor guy was sneezing his head off before he crawled off to the woods to do it in private.”

The warm flooding of pleasure in Tav’s stomach doesn’t stop his momentary concern. “Is he alright?”

Astarion’s eyes glitter with amusement, “He says it’s the flowers growing nearby setting him off.”

The vampire looks positively delighted to be delivering said information, as if he knows what it’s doing to Tav. Tav knows that’s impossible, and Astarion is clearly just tickled by the irony of it all, but it still makes his cheeks flush with unexpected warmth.

“A druid with allergies! Ha!” Astarion claps his hands once, “You can’t make this up.”

“I should go see if he needs anything,” Tav chews the inside of his lip. His body feels like it’s full of needles.

Thankfully, he has a well-known weak spot when it comes to Halsin. His abrupt need to go to check on him isn’t exactly out of the ordinary, nor is it any cause for suspicion. Astarion merely waves him off with a delicate hand and Karlach nods sagely. “Tell him he can come back any time, big guy’s too hard on himself.”

“I’d rather he stay out there,” Astarion balks, “I’d like to preserve my hearing, thank you very much.”

Tav leaves them to squabble and heads for the tree line where Karlach indicated. He knows he should probably change into something other than the clothes he slept in but he’s too warm already and the thought of delaying getting to Halsin makes her skin feel even more prickly and sharp.

—

Given how familiar he is with the volume with which Halsin can expel an irritant, Tav has some idea of what he’s getting into. Even still, the first far off sneeze he manages to catch once he’s in proximity stuns him with its power. The druid still has to be a few hundred feet off but Tav hears it clear as day. It's an unrushed, heavy thing with so much of Halsin’s voice in it, his knees go weak.

It only takes him a matter of moments to close in on his lover’s position. And when he does, the sight there unravels him completely.

Tav has never seen Halsin at the mercy of anything that wasn’t his animal form. That particular loss of control has always been wickedly erotic to him as well, just for the sheer rarity of it. It's not something Halsin enjoys succumbing to, however. The first time it happened when they made love, he’d been apologetic about it. Sheepish, even.

Halsin is a man who is undaunted by much of anything. It’s not surprising that the few things able to bring him to his knees are difficult for him to come to grips with. Tav thinks surrender must be a strange concept for a man who has burdened himself with nothing but crippling responsibility for over a millennia. When is the last time Halsin let himself truly be vulnerable to something? Does he remember how to surrender?

Tav would argue that yes, he does, because that's the only word that describes what’s happening here.

Halsin’s sitting under the cover of a tree on a large stump. He’s clearly been in the throes of this fit for some time, true to Astarion and Karlach’s report. Evidenced by the redness of his nostrils, the tears slicked down his tattooed cheek and the limp handkerchief laid open in his massive palm. The man appears breathless, panting with indulgent, open-mouthed gasps as his nostrils swell. He doesn’t even bother to open his eyes as he lets another clockwork sneeze take him.

“huh’uRRSSCHHHH’HOO!”

if he’d been using the handkerchief before, he’s abandoned it now, optioning to simply sneeze down in its general direction rather than try to contain any part of the expulsion. And Tav can see why. There’s hardly any point. Halsin's sizable chest swells with one, languid breath and whatever fire’s been stoked within his sinuses catches again and he sneezes without reprieve.

“hh’RRRAAAASSH’UUE!”

He still hasn’t opened his eyes. Tav wonders how long he’s been stuck like this, in an endless cycle of chest-clearing sneezes with barely a breath between. The idea of it being more than a few minutes is deeply intriguing to him, but also a little worrying. How much can one man possibly sneeze? He’s never seen Halsin like this. In fact, he can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen the druid sneeze. Tav has, after all, been paying attention.

“hh’RrrRSSCHH! hh? Hh! Hh’hhRRUSSh'SHOO!” Halsin teeters on the edge of a third, eyebrows bunched together, an allergic tear sliding down his cheek. He hangs on the precipice for an agonizing moment before roaring with the ferocity of a bear into the final one. “Hh’hhRrAAASSCHHH’uHH!!!”

His shoulders tremble with the force and Tav’s vested interest in the display finally makes room for guilt. He steps forward, purposely landing hard enough on the foliage underfoot to snap a twig and announce his presence.

“Halsin?” He calls.

The druid tenses. He straightens up and his eyes flash over to the treeline, surprised and a little guilty. He attempts a smile as color rises to his cheeks.

“Ah, my heart! I did not hhhea—excuse mhee’hh’WHFFHSHH!” He turns away promptly and smothers the harsh sneeze into his handkerchief, cutting the volume in half.

The propriety he insists on in front of Tav makes Tav’s legs feel like jelly. Moments ago he was sneezing with reckless abandon into the open air without a care in the world, but now he insists on sparing his lover from the display for a reason Tav can't ordain. They've seen each other bloodied and spent a thousand different ways before. How is this any different? Halsin twists away from him further, his massive shoulders swelling as he ducks into the handkerchief again. “H’hWHHFFSSShH!"

“Seven Hells, Halsin,” Tav murmurs. He lays a hand on the man’s back, “Bless you.” "My thhha-"

Tampering back those massive sneezes seems to make them vindictive, and Halsin can’t even get a proper thanks out before he's flinching back into a reflexive fit of them, once more trapped in his sodden handkerchief.

“wFFHSCHH! H’tSSCHh!” Halsin lifts his head and gasps desperately. Tav feels an odd sense of relief as the druid eschews a sense decorum for a cleansing, powerful third. “hhrh’RRSHHH-SHOO!”

“My thanks,” he murmurs directly after, but tends to his nose quickly before turning back to Tav. He sniffles unproductively and Tav notices his nostrils sharpening as they flare in an effort to stave off what he’s sure is another impending sneeze.

Tav gently tucks a lock of auburn hair that’s come loose from a braid behind Halsin’s pointed ear.

“Bless you,” Tav frowns, “How long has this been going on?”

Halsin looks dangerously close to another sneeze, but blinks furiously until the need abates. His auburn lashes look darker with irritated tears. He sniffs as delicately as he can, which Tav can only assume is incredibly unsatisfying, and gives a weak smile.

“The better part of the morning, I fear.”

“You could have woken me,” Tav murmurs, stroking fingers through his long hair.

Halsin chuckles, “I thought I might have, given the racket I was m—ma—ah, oohn...onnce more, apologies—“ He turns away and clamps the handkerchief over his nose and mouth. “h’WHFFHSHH'uhh!"

His lungs fill and he dips lower towards his lap.

“hh'RrSCHH!”

“I believe that was twice,” Tav teases, despite feeling his trousers getting uncomfortably tight.

Halsin lifts his head just enough to try and find a dry edge of the handkerchief. It doesn’t happen in time. His hazel eyes go narrow, unfocused, and he sneezes across it and his knuckles.

“Huh’uSSHH’HOO!”

“Gods, Halsin.” Halsin gives an experimental sniff. When he's certain it's not going to lead to another sneeze, he sags slightly and tilts his head back. "Oak Father preserve me." Tav's delirious at this point. He crouches down to get to Halsin's eye level, his hand lingering on the druid's knee. “How long does this usually go on?” Tav asks, worries for both of them at this point.

Halsin sniffs hard and finally finds the dry edge of the handkerchief, using it rather anticlimactically to dab at his raw nostrils. He blows his nose once while shaking his head. "Truthfully, I'm not certain. It hasn't been this bad in some time." "Would changing shape help?" Halsin chuckles, "Then, I would be sneezing as a bear." "Is that more pleasant?" "Perhaps for some," Halsin's eyes shimmer with sudden mischief beyond the allergic tears. Tav blinks. He takes a moment to process, then gapes. He smacks Halsin's knee and the druid gives a chesty laugh. "You bastard, how long have you known?" Tav asks. "My heart, you are many things, but subtle is not one of them," Halsin knuckles at his reddened nose and gives a warm smile that makes Tav melt on the spot. "Look, it's not like I meant to enjoy your suffering, I--" Halsin holds up a hand, "When have I ever given you the impression that you need apologize for your desires?"

Tav blushes. Halsin continues sniffling and tugs him forward by the hip. As he stumbles closer, Tav reaches for his face. His thumb clears away the track of an allergic tear from Halsin’s scarred cheek. "I do feel bad that you're miserable.”

“If it brings you pleasure,” Halsin says, his voice low, “Then I am not miserable.”

Tav lowers himself into Halsin’s lap. The druids hands dwarf his waist as he supports him, and also prevent him from worrying at his nose as he starts to lose himself to into the persistent tickle once more. Halsin goes to raise an arm but Tav captures it, lowering it back to his hip.

Halsin, to his credit, doesn’t even stop to question it. He lets the sneeze take him over fully, though habit still makes him turn his head as it barrels through him.

“h’HHRRUSSCHHH!”

Now that he’s seated astride him, Tav can feel the way his body clenches. Halsin has to be three hundred pounds of solid muscle, and each one of them turns to steel as he surrenders himself to the sensation. His chest quivers under Tav’s eager hands as he waits torturously for a second and his other hand reaches around the small of his back, holding the smaller man in place as he--

“uh'Hhh-!...huuh...eh'HUHH’ESSH’SHOO!”

Spray dapples in the sunlight from a break in the canopy of trees above. Tav's almost unseated from the man's lap with that one but certainly has no complaints. He's beaming as Halsin sniffles blearily once more and dips close to kiss at Tav's throat. "Tell the Oak Father I said thanks," Tav murmurs in bliss. That earns him a sharp pinch from Halsin, but thankfully no fewer kisses.

[fraternum-momentum]

ohh hierophilia,, that's what it's called,,,

[cherryph0enix]

thinking about taking my angel out for a day and buying them whatever they want. big or small, doesn’t matter - tell me, baby, and i’ll get it for you. let me take care of it. let me take care of you. good girls don’t need to make decisions, don’t need to spend their money. taking them to dinner somewhere nice and paying the bill, watching their pretty eyes go wide with worry about the price, before their cheeks flush as they remember to be good for me. be good and let me pay the bill. order whatever you want, as much as you want. my hand on your thigh under the table, reminding you that i love you and i’ve got you. i’ll do anything to make you happy. don’t you know i love spending money on you? almost as much as i love taking you home after a day of spoiling you and making you feel good. you probably hardly even need the foreplay, so turned on at the way i’ve been looking after you, getting you everything you want - especially all the pretty clothes i can dress you up in. you always look beautiful in the things i buy for you. what’s that? you can’t quite look me in the eye and you’re pressing your thighs together. laughing and taking your hand in mine - come on, i’ll drive you home. keep your hands to yourself in the car and i’ll fuck you just like you deserve.

[greensaplinggrace]

honestly, maybe i'd like 'x reader' fics more if they weren't all sub!reader focused with more daddy kink than personality and as many projected issues flattening the central character into something truly ooc as i'd get with a character-bashing salt fic

[kuroo-hitsuji]

The Dark Santa Mammon card... Unrealistic (/hj). I'm gonna be so real, as soon as I knew his ass wasn't possessed or cursed or something I would be eating that shit uP--

Mammon can be pushy. As a treat. On account of the whole being a huge sub literally 90% of the time thing shxhjsgdhzhx Very rarely Trying to be dominant gets you free Dom For The Day tickets in my book and Mammon has a surplus--

[iwoulddieforienzo]

Something really great about the persona 2 cast is that they all individually fucking SUCK to talk to casually. Every single one of them. They are all infuriating. We have:

Tatsuya, who will stare at you blankly if you try to initiate conversation (IS) and will dip without saying a word afterward (EP)

Batsuya, who will scoff and brush you off/otherwise act dismissive

Eikichi, who might honestly be the best to talk to in the IS crew and that is not saying much, who WILL talk extremely loudly over you (probably not on purpose?) and will not be paying particularly close attention to the conversation beyond whatever he wants to say (gets points for talking about his gf. gets points taken away for constantly talking about his gf)

Lisa, who will automatically assume bad faith and will be rude to you the entire conversation unless you manage to defuse her temper (good luck)

Jun, who is uncommunicative at BEST and requires an encyclopedic knowledge of flowers, metaphor and body language just to get a HINT on what he’s thinking, and who will be extremely polite but completely unhelpful. If you tried asking him what he wants for dinner I guarantee it will be the longest 30 minutes of your life as he goes “oh I have no opinion :) whatever you want. :))” EXCEPT HE DOES HAVE OPINIONS. He has SO MANY OPINIONS. He is Expecting you to be able to pick up on his “obvious” clues. He will be passive aggressive if you don’t. (Jun babygirl you suck so bad I love u)

Maya, who is a delight but will very quickly become grating if you try to talk to her about anything serious as she hits you with the white suburban mom's "how to live a happy, healthy life" lifecoach slogans. You can’t even mention, like, stepping in a puddle or something without her hitting you with the positivity beam.

Yukino is great actually. 10/10. She’s fabulous we love her. Incredible conversationalist, chill and fun and easy to get along with. But she’s from Persona One, she doesn’t Count.

Ulala, who WILL bring up her relationship problems in every conversation within 10 minutes at least once. Any longer and she will start talking about Maya.

Do I even need to explain Baofu. Have you seen him.

And finally, Katsuya, who is a cop and a kiss ass and Very Obvious about these things. Also he can't talk to women. He can barely talk to men. Help Him.

And yet they all work wonderfully as a group. They are so annoying I love them

[stonefemblues]

i feel like sometimes i’ve seen posts complaining abt other posts that are fetishizing butches or fetishizing femmes and how that’s a Big Problem and yes sometimes it is and that’s not great. but also sometimes i see the post they’re complaining about and it’s like. a post written by a butch or femme for a particular fetish on a kink blog. it’s playing out a particular dynamic for sexual reasons that both parties get off on. it has a target audience which is other ppl into that kink, not Everyone. yeah it is fetishizing, that was the point. it doesn’t necessarily mean that they don’t see butches or femmes as full complex human beings lol. maybe a singular text post (or even an entire kink blog) doesn’t encapsulate all their thoughts and feelings, or reflect how they treat butches or femmes when they are not doing a kink scene with them.

[inchidentally]

Is. Is Lando. Naked. Under the suit.

?????

also credit to @monacotrophywife tags on this post !!