#kink dungeon

[transmasccatboye]

Getting a good grade in sex club is both normal to want and possible to acheive; and I am winning.

[sadisticstylist]

Some cute club photos of @murdersexgrl and I at the local kink party I demo top at. 😍

[teatitty]

Hot buff dwarves in YOUR area!!!

[anxious-chaos-art]

Kaka in this panel is everything to me. He's just standing here🧍🏾as his sister uses him as a prop to hit on the hot dwarf lady his parents hired. Iconic king

[ghozt-gutz]

Yes I just binged Dungeon Meshi and I NEED HIM SO BAD

[al-911]

Ominous Unoccupied Bondage 7.

Yes, of course you get mummified and tightly strapped down from forehead to ankles inside, what do you take me for? Next you'll suggest you won't be blindfolded, tightly sponge gagged and wearing high end noise cancelling headphones, or that your helpless bare soles won't be tortured by the finest tickle tools money can buy.

[arianadvies]

I have the smile of an Angel 🥺

[etirabys]

Dungeon Meshi doesn't have a kink meme, so I made one. It opens on June 4th, Tuesday at dunmeshikink.dreamwidth.org

New to kink memes? The core idea is that you comment with prompts for fanworks you wish existed, and write/draw fills for other fans' prompts in a reply if you are so inspired. The requests are often shippy and/or sexually explicit, although gen prompts are absolutely welcome as well. You do not need a DW account to participate.

There is a prompts post for manga readers who know the whole story, and a spoiler-free prompts post for anime-only fans.

The prompts are top level comments on the prompts post. Prompts can be very vague, or so exact they are nearly story outlines.

You can reply to prompts with fills, and with comments like "+1, I love the idea that…" or "ooh, what if [additional detail]?"

Rules and a longer explanation are in the intro post.

Kink memes are a more relaxed, collaborative environment where you bounce around ideas, write and draw for people who share your tastes, and occasionally get a gift that makes your week. Come have fun! Ask for your heart's desire! Get weird! Make friends!

[transmasccatboye]

Having to ice my wrist after our first night at the local sex club, not because of sex, but because of playing guitar on rockband

[toxycodone]

Imagine flirting with chilchuck all the time and talking yourself up like you’re a sex master or whatever and then you encounter a unicorn that trots right up to you, outing you as a bitchless loser maiden

Oh chilchuck is losing his fucking SHIT.

he could tell from the start you were bluffing but like. he doesn't call you out on it really because he finds it so funny. Like, anyone with experience wouldn't actually be boasting as much as you do. It's cute, really, when he thinks about it. But he knows when you two eventually take a crack at cutting through this sexual tension that things will get revealed.

But when that fucking unicorn appraoches you in the Golden Kingdom, he's fucking howling with laughter. He fucking knew it. The others just think Chilchuck is being crass but like. Little do they know about all the shit you've been falsely bragging about.

But, uh, afterwards when you're all pouty and stuff--Chilchuck nudges your shoulder.

"If you ever want to actually get those skills you've been bragging about, I don't mind helping you out."

[bulkingseason1999]

Mood

[avoidcrowdraws]

Worry, worry

[arianadvies]

Beginning to love red ❤️

[slytherin-princess-x]

So this is love?

Theodore not x y/n

Enemies to lovers kinda thing. He fell fist she fell harder

Angsty

The cold, damp stone pressed against my cheek. I could taste the earth, the faint metallic tang of old blood, and something else… something faintly floral that I couldn’t quite place. Probably some exotic mold, I mused, as a tremor of laughter – slightly hysterical, perhaps – shook my chest. She could have killed me.

The thought echoed in the oppressive silence of the cell. She’d had me, pinned to the wall of the ruined greenhouse, her fingers a vise around my throat, her eyes – those chillingly beautiful, y/e/c eyes – blazing with a fury that could have incinerated a dragon. The opportunity had been there, as plain as the broken shards of glass beneath my feet. A snap of her wrist, a whispered curse, and I would have been another forgotten casualty of this twisted game we played.

Instead, she’d thrown me into a cell deep in her basement. A damp, dark, stone-walled cell that smelled of forgotten things and her. I could almost smell the faintest hint of that damned floral scent, woven into the damp earth of the floor. A cell that spoke of meticulous planning and a disturbing lack of finality.

A slow smile curved my lips, tugging at the corner of my mouth. It wasn't a smile of fear or despair, far from it. It was a smile of exhilaration, of understanding, of a particular sort of twisted satisfaction. Because that could only mean one thing.

She liked me.

Not in a friendly, amiable sort of way that one might expect from a normal person. No, this was a different beast altogether. This was the manic, possessive, all-consuming liking of a predator for its chosen prey. And I, Theodore Nott, notorious Slytherin and connoisseur of the darker arts, found myself strangely, disturbingly, utterly captivated by it.

I knew the rumours about her, of course. They followed her like shadows. Y/N Y/L/N, the ice queen, the dark witch, the enigma. They said she was ruthless, powerful, and utterly devoid of compassion. They’d also said she was beautiful, in a way that made your blood run cold and your heart race. They’d been right. All of them.

I'd been a fool, of course. To seek her out, to taunt her with my carefully crafted barbs, to push her, to test her limits. I’d wanted to see the fire behind the ice, to watch it melt, and I’d undeniably gotten my wish. I’d provoked her, and I'd been rewarded - not with death, but with this bizarre, horrifying, fascinating captivity.

I ran a hand along the rough stone wall. The cell was bleak, bare. No bed, no comforts, just the cold, unyielding reality of my current predicament. And yet, within that reality, a thrill pulsed through me. She could have ended it, but she hadn't. She’d chosen this, this bizarre dance of power and desire.

I closed my eyes, breathing in the damp, earthy scent that was now inextricably linked to her. The floral note was stronger now, almost cloying, and I realized with a jolt that it wasn’t mold at all. It was night-blooming jasmine, a flower she often wore in her hair. The same jasmine I’d seen clutched in her hand as she’d dragged me into the depths of her manor.

My smile widened, a genuine, almost gleeful curve on my lips. She’d kept me alive. She’d brought me here, to her private hell, and she'd kept me close, surrounded by the scent of her. This wasn't imprisonment, not really. This was… an invitation. An invitation to a dance on the edge of madness, a dangerous game where the stakes were higher than I’d ever imagined.

And gods help me, I was eager to play.

I leaned back against the wall, the stone cold against my skin. I knew she would be back. I could feel her presence, the faint tremor of magic that resonated through the very foundations of the place. And when she returned, I wouldn't be cowering in the corner. I'd be waiting, a smile playing on my lips, ready to meet her gaze with the same chaotic, dangerous spark that burned within me.

This was just the beginning. And I, for one, was absolutely enthralled. The game had started, and Theodore Nott was ready to play for keeps.

Taglist: @yootvi @redeemingvillains @littlemadamred @smut-anarchy

[fickle-fumble-fester]

I love a hungry motherfucker <3

[hybbat]

Tango's already gonna use a world backup to let Skizz play, Grian should just host the backup on the life server and whitelist all the empires folks who wanna play