#kink obviously

[madaqueue]

hhhh fucking him and you call him ‘mommy’ once on accident (it’s an accident you swear it’s an accident) and he leans over you and grabs your cheeks and says ‘yeah? are you gonna be good for mommy?’ hhshhshxjsjcjdjc

[deaddovedarlin]

I can't stand people who say they are a freak, but only the sanitized version of a freak.

C'mon. Ship something that you wouldn't condone in real life, try a kink- fictionally or otherwise- that you might not normally like, look over a darkfic or whump fic with a character you particularly dislike- or like, draw something that puts shame in your cheeks, identity with or as an animal, identity with an xenogender or mogai, make up your own gender! Try something a little freak-ish <3

[pregtboy]

the masculine urge to ruin a trans boy's body with so many babies, to turn him into the absolute pinnacle of fertility and make him love every second of it

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

The real fujoshi throne, of course, is Hodgson's cabin on the ship, perfectly situated between Little's and Irving's such that he can hear both of them jerking off and softly moaning the other one's name, each unbeknownst to the other.

[fast-burn]

day 12: daddy/mommy for winter warmers, maxiel, explicit, 2.2k

At Jimmy'z, probably half one in the morning, the girl Daniel had been dancing with for about a dozen 90s-retro remixes excused herself to the bathroom by pressing her full fake breasts up against his chest and shouting into his ear. Daniel watched her disappear through the crowd, her tiny baby-blue slip of a dress with the fluffy white hem hiking up the back of her thighs so high he could've sworn he saw the curve of the bottom of her ass. He popped up on his toes, hoping to catch the top of her bobbing strawberry-blonde head. What he saw was Max.

Max at the fringes, but surrounded by the usual entourage. He was red-faced and smiling, eyes nearly squinted shut, being jostled back and forth with an empty G&T in his hand. Definitely drunk. Definitely having a great time, all the boundaries of personal space dissipated with every refill of his glass.

Daniel wriggled his way out of the throbbing crush of dancers and filled a cup at the water station. He brought it over to Max.

The circle parted, opened for Daniel because Max always left a space there for him, no matter how many times Daniel walked away and put distance between them.

"Hiya," Daniel yelled over the music. He took the drink from Max, slippery with condensation, and slurped from the edge of the glass. It was mostly ice and backwash, and a faint burn where the gin was basically only vapour. He gave Max the water. "Oughta stay hydrated, kid."

Daniel couldn't drink like a fish anymore. He'd only had three cocktails and a shot, and already was a quarter past tipsy. He dreaded the hangover that would linger over him the next day, rather than the burst of nausea easily handled by a prostrate trip to the porcelain god. He was sensitive to it, that's all: the consequences of a night out. So, the water.

Max grinned at him, a different smile than his totally-fucked-smashed-drunk one, and different than the one he reserved for Daniel alone. "Thank you, daddy," he said, barely loud enough to hear, a little sarcastic, a lot simpering.

Daniel laughed. Max laughed. Daniel walked away, and the words hit him on a five-second delay, thunder after lightning.

His body kept moving, but the rest of him stood there, watching, waiting for what would happen next.

The girl came back and tucked her lace underwear into the tight front pocked of Daniel's jeans, and then twisted her fingers into his belt loops to pull him in. She'd reapplied her shiny lip gloss, and now she smeared it across his mouth, cotton candy chasing away the citrus and pine. Daniel mostly stopped thinking about Max for the rest of the night.

-----

Part of Daniel was still standing there with Max, even three days later.

Maybe he just didn't hear Max right. Maybe he said Danny, not--

Or maybe he didn't but it was still just a big joke. Max had learned to make friends on the track by having a dirty sense of humour, and Daniel only made it worse, one-upping him until they were both practically rolling on the ground. One time Max had giggled something like I'll just piss on your race suit, and then you'll have to drive naked and Daniel had sniped back that Max should make sure to get his boots, and then there was something about a golden-shower-shoey, so like. Daddy kink stuff wasn't really out of the question.

Unless it wasn't a joke at all. Unless Max was serious. And every spare moment, Daniel was thinking about it. He should have stayed there, making sure Max drank the whole glass of water, wiping up any mess that spilled from the corners of his mouth. He could have convinced Max to get some fresh air, to go home early, to get a good night's rest. He could have tucked Max in himself.

And Max would have said thank you, daddy.

Daniel shivered and nudged his dick with the side of his thumb, willing it to calm the fuck down. Max got a little sloppy and affectionate when he was drunk. It had nothing to do with Daniel.

He would probably say that to anyone. Max always liked mature women who were a little mean, and sucked up advice from any older man to sort through later at his leisure, always tucking one foot cutely behind the other and blinking up at them, even when he was taller. Daniel could easily picture Max in bed--

Max in bed with someone, calling them mommy or daddy, whimpering about it, pale eyelashes clumped together with tears, blushing red all the way down. Biting his lips until they were hot and bee-stung. Flat on his back, or with his ass in the air. Either. Both. It didn't seem impossible, that he'd beg for more, wrung out and desperate on Daniel's dick.

Or that, maybe, possibly, the other way around, desperate to prove he was a big man now who could give just as good as he could take, grinding inside all frantic-like, going please please please until Daniel told him he could come and he'd fill Daniel to the brim moaning thank you, daddy with every pulse.

And it was very much not the thing to be thinking when Daniel was about to head to the airport to hitch a ride with Max to the race. Totally uncool to contemplate, really, when it was entirely probable that Max didn't call him daddy at all. So Daniel went into the kitchen and opened his fridge and stood there until he could focus on something else like when his coffee cream was going to expire.

-----

There was a knock on his motorhome door on Saturday night. Daniel was supposed to be doing yoga before bed, had rolled out his mat, but was actually scrolling his Instagram algorithm: swimsuit model, dirt bikes, athleisure model, Italian food, different swimsuit model.

He opened the door, and it was Max on the other side, as if all of Daniel's perseverating had made him appear like a magic trick.

"Are you busy?" Max asked, and Daniel said nah and let him come up.

Max kicked off his shoes made himself very comfortable on Daniel's couch, arms pillowed behind his head and nasty greyish athletic socks propped up on the arm. "Oh, sure," Daniel said, mouth working on auto-pilot, "anywhere you like."

"Let's not waste time on the pleasantries, Daniel. We've known each other long enough."

"And where am I supposed to sit?"

Max shrugged, like it's your place, figure it out, so Daniel just went cross-legged on the yoga mat. He was in boxers and a ratty old pullover because he wasn't expecting company; Max was in jeans and a plain t-shirt because it was his uniform. The combination put Daniel at ease as much as it made him sort of salivate. It was the same outfit Max wore absolutely everywhere, and that included Jimmy'z.

"So what's up?" Daniel asked after a while, because Max hadn't visited him in the middle of the night since Renault, and even then it was only once.

Max peered at him, down the ski slope of his nose. "You liked when I called you that," he said. Accused. That. He didn't elaborate, but Daniel knew. "You have been not-looking at me all weekend."

Daniel blushed, his face going hot all the way up to his hair. "You notice when I don't look at you?" He said, instead of denying it or saying he'd been busy. He was an idiot.

"Why do you like it?" Max pressed.

He didn't know why. It wasn't something he was normally into very much. Girls had said it to him in the heat of the moment, and it didn't turn his crank in any particular way. It was something about Max and Max alone. Daniel just wanted Max to want him. That write-off moment at the club was as close as he'd gotten in years.

Instead of waiting for Daniel to answer, Max sat up and scooted to the edge of his seat. His legs slid forward until they bracketed Daniel, knees spread, crotch very fucking obviously on display. Daniel leaned forward, almost against his own will. "Yeah?" Max murmured, and unbuttoned his pants.

Daniel did the rest of the work, dizzy with it, the musky smell of Max's dick at the end of the day and the bitter-brine-salt that painted his lips when he bent to suck it. Max stroked the very tips of his fingers through Daniel's hair at the temples, and Daniel bubbled and fizzed all over. It had been a while since Daniel gave anyone a blowjob. He certainly hadn't been sober at the time, but at least he didn't have the braces to contend with anymore. He just went slow and easy. He kissed and licked at the crown of Max's cock, slipped his tongue into the little pocket of foreskin where the taste was strongest, and used his hand to jack off the rest.

"Yes, yes, oh, yes," Max kept saying on repeat, breathy but not very imaginative. It was the fucking best. His thighs were twitching and Daniel took a moment to rub his face over the soft skin there, pinking it all up. He went back to sucking, taking more into his mouth, feeling brave, feeling powerful. "You want me to say it?"

He did and he didn't. Daniel's mouth made a weird slurping noise, unintentional, so he pushed down further, moaned around Max's dick. It was good. It wasn't what he imagined, but it was what he wanted.

"Daddy," Max said, voice tentative, but Daniel's cock pulsed between his legs and he sucked and swallowed. "Yes, daddy," said Max, firmer. "Feels good, yes."

Daniel sank down far enough that his chin brushed Max's balls, and Max flinched, a tiny thrust that made Daniel cough. He pulled off and cleared his throat. "You don't have to," he said, voice already rough.

Max touched Daniel's temples again, feather-light. "If it's what you want," Max said and trailed off expansively.

Anything, he meant. He'd do anything for Daniel.

"Just come, yeah?" Daniel said. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then pressed his face into the tender crease of Max's groin. "Just take what you need."

Max took himself in hand and started jerking off, the knuckle of his pinky finger rubbing Daniel's ear as he stayed put, just breathing in with his mouth open. "I'm going to come very quickly," Max said. "You're very--Daniel, I can't stop it."

Daniel turned his head and lapped at Max's balls, and then Max was groaning above him and coming, crushing Daniel's head between his legs. Some of it dripped down his dick until Daniel could taste that too, sharper and disgusting and wonderful. It was so good, and Daniel was dizzy with how much more he wanted, how he didn't want it to ever end.

When Max cooled down he let Daniel up. Daniel's own cock made an obscene tent in the fabric of his boxers. He was lightheaded, desperate to be touched. He was standing, and Max was looking up at him, eyes rimmed red and blue as a swimming pool, as tear-stained as Daniel had hoped. Max hooked his fingers into Daniel's waistband and yanked the boxers down. Daniel's cock bobbed. Max stuck out his tongue.

What a day to learn that Max had no gag reflex. That Daniel could sink straight into his throat and fuck in and out at his own pace. "Holy fucking shit fucking fuck shit cunt fuck," Daniel grunted like Max was dragging it out of him. "Shit, baby, fuck. You're so fucking, fuck. Max. Maxy."

Max's eyelashes fluttered and he breathed through his nose, the air tickling the sensitive skin at the base of Daniel's dick. And then he grabbed Daniel's ass and pushed him in, made him sink all the way and held him there, closed his eyes and swallowed, swallowed, swallowed. There was nothing for Daniel to do but give in and come with his dick buried to the hilt.

He must have toppled over, because in the next moment he had his face smushed up against the window of his motorhome and Max scrambling beneath him, pushing at Daniel's hips and teeth scraping as he freed himself. Daniel felt like he was moving through hot, sticky honey, collapsing onto the couch with his dick still spurting and Max rolling onto the floor.

But Max was laughing, saying, "Daniel, you're so unbelievable, oh my god," and smacking him on his butt. His ankles were all tangled up in his boxers. He was a mess. He couldn't help but laugh back.

"I think I'm broken. You broke my brain."

"Obviously," Max quipped. He pushed at Daniel's side until Daniel turned over onto his back, and then Max laid down on top of him. He was fucking heavy in the best way, like a little Maxy-downforce keeping Daniel from flying away.

"We did this backwards," Daniel said, and then when Max gave him a look of confusion he brought their mouths together.

After they were done kissing, for the moment, Max asked, "So you do, or you don't want me to call you daddy?"

Daniel cringed and smiled and laughed again. "I don't think, I mean, maybe. Sometimes, or like, on special occasions? But just Daniel is good."

"Just Daniel," Max repeated. "Thank you, Daniel."

[bloodypuppyboy]

make me worse make me worse make me worse

[puckthepuppy]

Need Daddy to take me to a party as just His Dog. I'm not allowed to speak, him and his friends refer to me as just "it". Pushing me around, using my holes casually while playing games and hanging out with each other. I would never want to disappoint Daddy in front of his friends!!!

[saintshigaraki]

sorry will simply never recover from when i said on my own blog that dabi doesn’t have a daddy kink (to ME) and less than two hours later there was a 200+ note vague post so very obviously about what i said

[ghostwhippet]

Do you ever just

Do you ever just look at him

And go

Damn.

...

......

I'd really love to teach him how to waterline.

[sleepsucks]

[preggomancer]

It is truly so funny to me that people on here buy into the idea that kink and trauma are inherently entwined. I know there is a relationship there for some people but every person I know is like “idk I saw Ahsoka electrocuted in Clone Wars as a kid and it did something to me”

[pregtboy]

wtf is it with so many preg kink blogs getting increasingly right wing and coming out as transphobes. i really do hate some of y'all

[charmac]

Maxim Pages from Rob and Glenn's Crab Fishing Trip have actually led me to the article which you can read here on the Internet Archive. Some highlights include:

Glenn using a Curious George mechanical pencil to open a bottle of wine:

Glenn's affinity for spritzers:

The fact that it's Rob's boat that he owns and named "The Rickety Cricket"

And 12 years later he got 'em on the show:

The infamous piss moment:

And how else would a night with Glenn and Rob end?

[horny-moth]

a gentle dom feeding you shrooms, telling you they are going to take care of you while you trip.

🤝

you tripping out, seeing different colors and shapes, mindlessly crying out what you think is your safeword as you are being fucked over and over.

[threebea]

I've been contemplating ObiMaul coffee shop au because in no way do I want to take away Maul's intensity and rivalry it's two coffeeshops on the same street.

The Dark Brew Coffee shop is owned by Sheev. He under pays his workers worker and it's probably a front for shady deals and money laundering, but Maul is extremely loyal and also just really loves coffee. He makes the best coffee, and yes you have to enter a sketchy dark building where the lighting doesn't work and the smell of mould lingers and the barista looks like he might stab you for ordering anything beyond black coffee, but there's nowhere else to get coffee and it is good coffee.

That is until Knight's Order opens on the opposite side of the street owned by granola crunching hippy Qui-Gon Jinn who is probably a little too involved in his employees lives and is constantly giving people days off which leaves stressed out assistant manager Obi-Wan to run the place.

It's not that people don't want to work, it's that they will casually mention having lives outside of work and Qui-Gon gives them full paid leave. Which would be wonderful if he didn't leave Obi-Wan alone on shift half the time.

Being over worked the coffee isn't great but the vibes are better so it becomes popular fast.

Which of course leads to Maul swearing revenge against Kenobi who has definitely unjustly stolen his customers with his pretty smile and good manners and nice hair.

Obi-Wan meanwhile has no idea Maul exists and just needs one other permanent staff member that, like him, has no life outside of the store.

When Maul comes in a misunderstanding happens and Obi-Wan hires him immediately or thinks he's Qui-Gon's new hire.

Maul decides to 'spy' so he can report back to Sheev who absolutely does not care about any of this and doesn't notice that the shop isn't even opening as Maul goes to fake work for the competition (he is not getting paid by either Sheev or Qui-Gon Maul, why?)

Naturally Maul and Obi-Wan start dating although neither are aware of it at first. They just spend a lot of time together. Maul needs to know everything for the sake of the coffee (he tells himself) and Obi-Wan is so happy to have someone that can be reliably there on shift.

Ending all is revealed Maul gets properly hired at the legitimate coffee shop and Obi-Wan gets to take a few days off to date his boyfriend the end.

[vashti-lives]

Julian trying to work out which parts of Avra and Teveri’s relationship are kink and which parts are dysfunction:

(SURELY if he can fix Avra and Teveri’s relationship and see them happy with each other this will be enough and he won’t have to further question the last fifteen years of his life or make any more choices about the direction he’s going!!!!!)