#kink ask meme

[decaffeinatedgalaxyprince]

40 omorashi questions:

1 - What do you enjoy the most about omorashi & pee desperation? 2 - What do you like to see in the aftermath of an accident? 3 - Where's the most unusual or unique place you've peed? 4 - What kink pairs best with omorashi or pee desperation for you? 5 - Do you prefer being desperate to pee, or seeing others desperate? 6 - Do you have a strong bladder or a weak bladder? Large bladder, or small bladder? 7 - What was the longest time that you’ve ever held your bladder? And did you make it to the bathroom? 8 - Have you ever made someone else wet themselves? 9 - Do you have a favorite outfit for omorashi or wetting? 10 - What drink gets you the most desperate in a short amount of time? 11 - Do you prefer when people groan from relief, or whimper from embarrassment? 12 - Do you like tiny leaks, big gushing leaks, or no leaking at all? 13 - Do you prefer more extreme desperation with a 'just made it' ending, or mild desperation with wetting? 14 - How would you feel if you got caught peeing somewhere unusual? 15 - Are there any words or phrases in omo that get you weak at the knees? 16 - Name an under-appreciated omorashi trope. 17 - Name a kink you’re on the fence about, and explain why. 18 - What’s something you fantasize about, but would hate in real life? 19 - What type of porn does the world need more of? 20 - What omo trope do you know is cliche or unrealistic, but you love anyway? 21 - What's something you only see in animated porn or fictional erotica that you wish was possible in real life? 22 - How do you feel about fear wetting? 23 - How do you feel about bed-wetting? 24 - How do you feel about bathroom schedules or needing permission to pee? 25 - Do you like watersports/golden showers? 26 - When's the last time you were desperate to pee without meaning to be? 27 - When's the last time you didn't quite make it to the toilet? 28 - Have you ever peed outside or in public? 29 - Are you shy about your bladder needs, or are you open about peeing? 30 - What is the wildest pee fantasy you ever had that actually came true? 31 - Name one pee-related turn-on and one turn-off you have. 32 - Dramatic pee dance, or denying their desperation? 33 - Jeans wetting or skirt wetting? 34 - Athletic uniform or business uniform? 35 - Naked holding or cozy casual holding? 36 - Do you pee in the shower? 37 - Do you pee in the water when you go swimming? 38 - Do you or would you pee in front of a date or partner? 39 - Would you let a date or partner help you hold in your pee? 40 - Whats your safe-word?

send an ask - one number at a time! - if you want to know my answers. & always send a number to the person you reblog from! 💛

[slxttymuses]

Oh no, my muse has stumbled across some contaminated halloween candy, send any of the below for my muse to find and eat them and experience the effects

Caramelons - gives my muse breasts/makes my muse's breasts grow

Thicc-taffy - makes my muse's ass thick

Pregnancy Mints - makes my muse pregnant (one for each mint eaten)

Chocolate Eggs - my muse is now pregnant with eggs (one for each egg eaten)

Monster Gummies - makes my muse into a monster girl/boy of your choice

Lactation Laces - makes my muse's breasts milky

Lollicocks - gives my muse a cock/makes my muse's cock grow

Strawberry Short Cakes - makes my muse shorter

Growth Gum - makes my muse taller

Angelic Food Cake - my muse now has wings

Animal Cookies - my muse is now an animal hybrid (mun's choice if not specified)

Cow Tails - my muse now has an udder (and/or a second set of breasts if preferred)

[astridthevalkyrie]

Submission kink

……yes

[megaphonegirlk]

kink meme: gagging/muzzling?

>//> I'll take over for Komaru in this one. Hello. It's Alchemist I love it. I mean. I like getting rough if you know what I mean. And when that happens I can get a little loud. I like the idea of in a push an' pull that someone's just gonna shove a fucking muzzle or gag in my mouth just to shut me the fuck up. They gotta earn that right, of course. I don't go down without a fight. I'm thinking of AK-15, buff bastard as she is, finally getting me down and gagging me to stop me from taunting and challenging her. As an extension of rough power dynamics, gagging is fucking hot as shit.

[pumpkennpie]

landoscar, sex toys please!!

oh amelia, a woman after my own heart!!

landoscar + sex toys for this kink meme list! wc 1142 (oops)

“Fuck, Lando, please,” Oscar keens, hands fisted in the sheets so hard that his knuckles are turning white. He fucks himself down on Lando’s fingers, rolling his hips to make the digits brush against the lovely little spot that makes him see stars.

“God, you’re so easy for it, huh?” Lando laughs, a wonderment weaving through his words that Oscar does not have the mental capacity to unravel right now.

“Easy for you,” Oscar replies, heady and breathless. He knows he’s playing into Lando’s possessive streak, but he’ll do anything if it means finally getting something bigger than Lando’s three fingers in him.

“Fuck, okay.” 

Oscar squeezes his eyes shut, whining when Lando pulls his fingers out. There, in the darkness behind his eyelids, his other senses are heightened. He can feel every movement Lando makes on the bed as if they share a body, and the smell of sex is heavy in his nostrils.

Maybe that’s why he jumps when a low buzzing sound breaks through the silence.

“‘M just checking it’s charged first. We’ll go slow, okay?” Lando assures, running the back of his hand over the skin behind Oscar’s knee. 

Oscar cracks his eyes open and nearly comes at the sight in front of him.

Lando is on his knees between Oscar’s parted thighs, naked save for a pair of skin tight black boxers. His hair is mussed from where Oscar’s hands had been gripping it while Lando blew him, and there’s a pink flush high on his cheeks, muted from his tan but so telling to the state he’s in. He’s hard, the long line of his cock visible through his boxers. There’s a damp patch at the tip, and Oscar fights the urge to sit up and mouth at him through the fabric.

But the thing that makes Oscar shiver with anticipation is the object in Lando's hand. It’s the toy he bought while drunk and lonely, waiting for Lando to come back from galivanting across Greece with Fewtrell. It's smooth with gentle curves, longer than his own cock, but thinner. More precise, he supposes.

Lando had giggled when he first saw it, not because he was judging Oscar for the purchase, but because the vibrator is jarringly hot pink. Oscar had just blushed and told Lando that it was the only one left in stock.

Oscar watches raptly as Lando uncaps the lube and pours it over the tip of the toy. Some of it drips off, landing right on Oscar’s leaking cock. It’s cold, but the shock it sends through him is intoxicating.

Hmm. File that one away for later.

“Alright, ready?” Lando asks, shifting closer to Oscar and lifting one of Oscar’s legs over his shoulder.

Oscar is so exposed like this, splayed open for Lando to see the most intimate parts of him. Oscar kind of never wants to be clothed again if it means Lando will always look at him like this, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, like he’s something holy. Made to be worshipped.

“Yeah,” Oscar breathes.

The first press of the toy against his hole isn’t much different to Lando fucking into him. It’s not as warm, but it’s blunt, a dull pressure that only leaves Oscar wanting more.

“I’m good, you can-” Oscar’s words break into a moan when Lando pushes the vibrator in. It’s a better stretch than Lando’s fingers- not as good as his cock, but enough to make him grin through it.

Lando sets a steady, slow rhythm, watching Oscar’s face intently. Oscar knows he must look a mess right now, flushed red from the tips of his ears to the tip of his cock. He’s unbearably hard, brought right to the edge by Lando’s mouth earlier before being fingered open for what felt like eons. 

The tip of the toy is curved, and within a minute, Lando has figured out the exact speed and depth he needs to push into Oscar to hit his prostate with every stroke. Soon enough, Oscar is panting, rutting his hips to get- he doesn’t even know. Closer? Maybe. 

More. He needs more.

“Lando, please, turn it on,” he all but begs, one of his hands leaving the sheets to grip Lando’s bicep.

Lando is nothing if not merciful. 

Even though he knows it’s coming, the first hum of vibration jolts through him like electricity. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt; sharp and all-consuming, both too much and not enough. 

His body can’t decide if it wants to pull away or push into it, so it does both. His hips jerk up off of the mattress, and the leg propped over Lando’s shoulder tightens, pulling him in closer. The toy pushes in deeper, and the vibration brushes his prostate.

Oscar might scream- he’s too far gone to recognize the sounds he’s making. He’s babbling, rushed together syllables that create a steady stream of yesmorepleasefuck.

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” Lando praises, turning his head to the side to nip at the inside of Oscar’s thigh.

He feels hot and cold, shivering and sweaty. Feverish. Lando turns the vibration up, and the sensation teeters right on the line of perfect and too much.

Oscar can’t feel his limbs. Lando is pressing the vibrator into him, keeping it there longer with each stroke until he’s barely pulling out. Oscar grinds his hips down, and Lando gets the hint. He begins moving the toy around in little circles, near constant brushes of vibration against Oscar’s prostate that has him curling his toes and clenching his jaw.

It’s so overwhelming, this unrelenting stimulation, that he doesn’t realize he’s going to come until it’s happening.

There’s fire running through his veins, something bright and burning that whites out his vision as he bears down on the toy. His cock spurts against his stomach, and Oscar is distantly aware of come landing on his collarbone.

He's coming, untouched. It’s the most intense thing he’s ever felt.

“Fuck, Oscar, oh my god.” Lando’s voice is coming back to him in waves, hot pulses as he comes down from his high. 

The sensation returns to his limbs slowly, a tingle that starts in his fingers and toes and runs through his muscles until he’s shaking with it. He opens his eyes just in time to watch Lando come, groaning as he spills over Oscar’s spent cock. 

Oscar’s not sure when Lando slipped the toy out of him, but he’s glad that he did it soon enough to not overstimulate him. There’s only so much Oscar can take in one night, and this might fill that quota for a few days.

Lando gently drops Oscar’s leg back to the bed before flopping down next to him. When his body stops bouncing on the plush mattress, he turns his head and smiles wide at Oscar.

“Good?”

“I’d say so, yeah.”

[catgirljaneway]

Voy + Textposts 17, Special ParisKim Showcase

(Voy + Textposts 16) + (Voy + Textposts 18)

[lightningant]

I have an abandoned prompt for kinktober where Harry travels back in time and has a kismet with Tom riddle senior (who he thinks is Tom marvolo riddle ) that leads to him becoming a sugar baby cuz he’s in the past with no money. Then Actual Tom Riddle sees random boy bandying about his dad’s name to try and pay for something in diagon alley in b&b to his boss. He becomes interested and stalks him and is like damn this kid wants to kill my dad (cuz Harry still thinks TR senior is Voldemort) and it was gonna end in a threesome and a murder lol

[non-dys-sys]

I once showed my (in-sys) brother syscourse and he asked if it was something made up by singlets to cause in-fighting. -Party

[wallbeatjournal]

what if i told you hiram lodge was a redditor?

i think he's catfishing and suicide-baiting posters on niche kink subreddits at this very moment

[soft-tummy-lovin]

Force feeding but with some light teasing, kinda like slapping the gut maybe leaving a few marks in the process👀

pls no • i’d rather not • not into it, not against it • you’ve piqued my interest • yes yes yes yes • oh fuck you don’t even know

belly slaps hit different.

i’m already a huge proponent of getting slapped across the face when i’m being a brat…and when i get hit with a belly slap? hoooooo boy im melting.

i just love when they’re rough with me,,,,,,,

[astridthevalkyrie]

daddy kink

Yes yes and yes

[fisheito]

ok a fic where yakumo accidentally got eggpregnant after the first time he bottom for eiden and they didnt even knew that was anatomically possible but it was now they have like 10 eggs staring at them and 10 new children half human half yokai running around the house in the future out of nowhere

like what if yakumo can lay fertilized eggs as long as they get fertilized but what the hell they didnt teach this in yokai school (he was raised by humans)

i guess hes mom now. and eiden is taking the responsability. and kuya is so fucking jealous of that.

ok eggpreg freaks in the audience here's a niblet for yall

[boytumms]

I know the belly torture is part of the kink but I feel bad for all these pocket boys :( I just wanna give one a pat on the head and perhaps a nice tasty grape and tell him hes doing a good job

I know some of you may feel bad for the boys we torture here on the belly torture blog, but this is the belly torture blog. Where we serve belly torture.

[siriuslycool69]

Am I simply unwell in the head or does anyone else rock back and forth, claw at walls, sob on their knees yada yada blah blah blah when your favourite character crosses your mind randomly?

[pumpkennpie]

Norstappen + 9

this. this consumed me. hope it consumes you too (:

norstappen + predator/prey, for my kink meme list (prompts closed)

wordcount 786

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It started after Austria, because of course it did. Kind of felt like everything started after Austria, if Lando’s being honest.

He and Max had fucked around here and there before that weekend, a few fucks in hotel rooms after bad results, and good ones too, but that race in particular made something in Lando snap.

He hadn’t even left the paddock before he had the AirBnB booked- his idea was not one that could be carried out in his hotel room, no matter how nice it was.

In the car on the way to the rental, he’d copied the address into his text thread with Max and pressed send before he could talk himself out of it. A few moments later, he followed that up with simple instructions: ‘Catch me if you can.’

That’s how it started. A bad race, a half-baked idea, and five words.

That’s how Lando finds himself in his current situation: crouched behind a sofa in a rental house in Brazil, hand over his mouth to muffle his ragged breathing, half hard in his sweats from anticipatory adrenaline alone.

He can hear Max’s footsteps approaching, the way he’s walking on the balls of his feet to try and keep quiet. Lando hasn’t told him that it doesn’t work.

To be honest, being able to hear Max coming makes the anticipation hit harder. The butterflies roiling in his gut kick up with every socked thump against the floor, and he presses himself to the back of the couch harder, like he’s trying to make himself smaller.

Max is still a ways away, stalking around near the guest bedroom. Lando’s pretty sure that if he bolts right now, takes a left around the couch, he can slip past Max and into the bathroom. He waits a beat, and another, and when he hears Max open the guest bedroom door, he pops up and sprints.

He knows his feet are loud against the hardwood floor. He knows Max will be able to hear him. He knows, but it’s fine, because he wants Max to hear him. He wants- no, he needs Max to find him.

“I can hear you, rabbit,” Max calls out, his voice lilting dangerously through the empty house. It sends a shiver down Lando’s spine, something hot like the first rivulets of water down his back in a shower that’s just this side of too warm.

Lando makes it to the bathroom, and it’s here that he takes care to shut the door quietly. He wants Max to find him, but he still wants to draw it out as long as possible. There’s three doors in this hallway, with the bathroom being the last on the right. He’ll be able to hear Max’s methodical searching.

With his back up against the door, Lando bites the back of one hand and palms himself through his pants with the other. He needs some kind of relief, and while he knows he’ll get it when Max catches up, he can’t help himself while he waits. It’s not like Max will get mad about it.

This thing between them, this fucked up little game of hide and seek, has never been about fear. They’ve done this a few times now, and Lando has never been afraid of what will happen when Max finds him. It’s never been about punishment or repercussions; it’s about the thrill of the chase, the pounding of Lando’s heart, the rush of adrenaline he gets when Max zeroes in on him. 

Getting caught is not a consequence; it’s the reward.

Max’s footsteps grow closer, and Lando scrambles to his feet when he hears him open the first door in the hallway. It’s only a few seconds before the door closes again.

“I know where you are, Lando,” Max sings. Lando’s breath catches in his throat when he hears Max walk  past the second door. One step, two, three, four, and Max is standing right outside the bathroom.

Then, there’s silence. Loud, deafening silence.

Lando’s heart is in his throat, and his hand is shaking against his mouth. His breath is coming in short, ragged gasps, hot through his nostrils. Despite all of this, he’s smiling wider than he has in a while, and he’s painfully hard in his boxers.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Max’s knuckles wrap softly against the door.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

The doorknob turns. Lando holds his breath.

Max pulls the door open slowly, like he’s trying not to spook a trapped animal. Once it’s fully open, and nothing but a few feet and a plush faux fur rug separates him from Lando, their eyes meet. 

Max looks hungry, his eyes hooded and dark. He smiles playfully at Lando.

“Run.”

[depravedsafehaven]