#kinky twists

[solianapaeris]

[afromeda]

Twist Season

[tarynandre]

Keeping my hair in a french roll for fall/winter.

[manahegy]

23 Bohemian Senegalese Twist: A Stylish and Trendy Hairdo for 2023

The Bohemian Senegalese Twist is a captivating hairstyle that combines the cultural essence of Senegal with a bohemian flair. This chic and versatile hairdo has taken the beauty world by storm, offering a unique and captivating look for women of all ages and backgrounds. In this article, we will delve into the details of this trendy hairstyle, exploring its origin, benefits, styling techniques,…

[twistiraki]

🎀Headcanons what kind of kinks the Twisted Wonderland boys have + Rollo and Ernesto🎀

🌹 Riddle Rosehearts – A different cup of tea

Kink Riddle’s disciplined exterior hides a longing for tenderness and connection that he can no longer suppress. In your arms, he gives in, reveling in the way you nurture and dominate him in equal measure.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Riddle,” you murmur softly, running your fingers through his crimson hair as he sits before you, his cheeks flushed a deep red. His hands are gripping your thighs, his breath coming in shallow pants as he looks up at you with wide, needy eyes. “You’re… distracting me,” he tries to say, but his voice falters as your hands guide him closer. “This isn’t… proper.” “Hush,” you whisper, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. “You’ve been working too hard again. Let me take care of you.” He swallows hard, his lips parting as you guide his head to your chest. His hesitation lasts only a moment before his lips latch onto your skin, his tongue swirling around your sensitive flesh. “Good boy,” you murmur, stroking his hair as he sucks greedily, his hands trembling as they clutch at your hips. His muffled whimpers send heat coursing through you, and the way he melts under your touch makes your heart race. “You like this, don’t you?” you tease, your fingers tugging gently at his hair. He nods, his moans growing louder as you press him closer. “Please… I need more,” he whispers, his voice breaking as he clings to you. You guide him down, your body enveloping him completely as he loses himself in the sensation, his gasps and cries filling the room as he reaches the peak of his pleasure. By the time you’re done, he’s trembling in your arms, his disciplined mask shattered as he looks up at you with raw, unguarded need.

❤️Ace Trappola – Bouncing with joy

Kink Ace loves to tease and play, but even when he’s deep inside you, his focus is always on your chest; it’s his ultimate weakness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You really think you can keep me under control?” Ace laughs, his tone light and cocky as he moves against you. But his grin falters as you shift slightly, drawing a groan from him. “Damn, you’re something else.” His hands slide up your sides, his thumbs brushing against the curve of your chest. “You know I can’t stop thinking about these,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips to your skin. His kisses are hot and insistent, his tongue tracing circles that make you arch beneath him. Even as his movements grow more fervent, his focus remains fixed on you, his hands and mouth lavishing attention on your chest. “I’m close,” he gasps, his voice breaking as he grips your hips. “But let me—just—” He leans down again, his lips and teeth teasing your sensitive skin until you’re trembling. “I could spend all day right here,” he whispers, his cocky grin returning as he claims you completely.

♠️ Deuce Spade - The best presents are wrapped 

Kink Deuce’s shy demeanor hides a fiery intensity. He loves seeing you in stockings, the way they cling to your legs driving him wild. And once he gets started, he finds it hard to stop, loving the way you fall apart under his relentless touch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deuce kneels before you, his awe and desire evident as he worships you while you remain seated on the bed in your stockings. Deuce’s knees sink into the plush carpet as he looks up at you, his blue eyes wide with adoration. You’re seated gracefully on the bed, your legs crossed, the sheer stockings clinging to your skin. “You look so… incredible,” he whispers, his voice trembling with reverence. His hands hover hesitantly, but you guide them to your calves, letting him feel the texture of the stockings. He shudders at the sensation, his cheeks flushing red. “Kiss them,” you instruct, your voice firm yet gentle. He leans forward, his lips brushing against your ankle before trailing up your leg, his movements slow and reverent. You extend your leg, wrapping it gently around his shoulders, the stockings brushing against his neck. He whimpers softly, his breath hitching as you guide him closer. “You like how they feel?” you ask, your voice dripping with seduction. “Yes,” he murmurs, his hands trembling as they explore your thighs. His lips press fervent kisses along your legs, his voice breaking into quiet whimpers as he continues to worship you, completely at your mercy.

♣️ Trey Clover – Passion dipped in chocolate

Kink Trey takes pleasure in heightening every sensation, making the experience unforgettable. His usage of food, his other passion, makes it go to the next level. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Stay still,” Trey murmurs, tying the blindfold around your eyes. You shiver as his warm breath fans over your neck, and then something cool—a strawberry dipped in chocolate—grazes your lips. “Taste it for me,” he says, his voice low and commanding. His tongue flicks over the corner of your mouth as you take a bite, moaning at the sweetness. “That’s my good girl” he praises, his lips brushing your jaw. “You have no idea how much I enjoy this,” Trey murmurs, his voice a deep, velvety caress against your ear. Another strawberry follows, this time trailing along your lower lip before he lets you take a bite. His fingers trace slow, deliberate circles along your thigh, just enough to make you squirm.“You’re so sensitive,” he notes with a quiet chuckle, his lips pressing lightly to the side of your neck. “I wonder how much more you can take.” His hand lingers, teasing, as he leans in close, his breath warm and steady. “Relax,” he whispers, his lips grazing your skin again. “Let me take care of you.”

♦️ Cater Diamond – Clone in the dark

Kink Cater’s clones work in perfect unison to drive you to the peak, focusing entirely on you as their shared attention becomes a whirlwind of pleasure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You’re in for a treat tonight,” Cater teases, his signature grin widening as his Split Card magic activates, summoning two identical versions of himself. “Three of me, all for you. Ready to lose your mind?” Before you can answer, the original Cater pulls you into a deep, heated kiss. His hands slide up your sides, his touch sending sparks across your skin. The first clone positions himself behind you, his hands resting on your hips as he presses against you, his lips grazing your neck. “So soft,” the Cater behind you whispers, his voice like velvet against your ear. “We’re going to take care of you tonight.” The second clone kneels before you, his hands tracing your thighs before pulling you closer to him. “Every inch of you is perfect,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against your skin. The original Cater smirks, his fingers tangling in your hair as his kiss deepens. “Focus on me, babe,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “We’ve got you covered.” The synchronized movements of his clones leave you gasping, their hands and lips exploring every part of you. As the intensity builds, the original Cater aligns with you, his movements slow but deliberate. The clone behind you presses closer, his hands guiding your hips, while the one in front supports you, his lips grazing yours between your gasps. “Look at me,” the original Cater whispers, his voice trembling with desire. His hand cups your face as he leans in for another searing kiss. “This is all me,” he breathes, his clones echoing his words. “Every touch, every kiss—just for you.”

🦁 Leona Kingscholar – Riding the lion

Kink Leona begins with his hands lazily resting behind his head, letting you do all the work, but as his desire grows, he takes control, guiding you with commanding authority. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Go ahead,” Leona drawls, his green eyes half-lidded as he lounges back, his hands tucked behind his head. “Show me what you’ve got.” You straddle his lap, the smirk on his face daring you to take the lead. His lack of effort is infuriating, but as you begin to move, his sharp intake of breath betrays the effect you’re having on him. “Not bad,” he murmurs, his tone teasing, but his body begins to respond, his breathing growing heavier as you continue. When his restraint finally snaps, his hands move from behind his head to your hips, gripping you firmly. “Alright, enough playing around,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. He takes control with ease, guiding your movements with a strength that leaves you breathless. “You’re mine,” he mutters, his lips brushing against your neck as his hands roam your body, each touch rough and possessive. His earlier laziness is replaced by raw intensity, his dominance taking over completely as he drives you both to the edge. By the time he collapses back onto the bed, his satisfied smirk has returned, but the fire in his eyes makes it clear—he’s far from done with you.

🍩 Ruggie Bucchi – The biological urge to be taken

Kink Ruggie, with his hyena instincts, secretly enjoys the reversal of the usual power dynamic, craving the rare chance to submit to a female who takes control. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You think you can boss me around?” Ruggie chuckles, but his confident smirk falters as you push him down onto the bed with a sudden force. “Tonight, I’m in charge,” you growl, leaning over him. You could see his hesitation, but there’s something wild in his blue-grey eyes. A hunger that betrays him. “You’re not gonna let me off easy, huh?” he grins, but the flush of excitement coloring his cheeks says otherwise. You can tell he’s enjoying the idea of being at your mercy, like a subjugated male caught by a dominant female. With a mischievous grin, you straddle him, your hips grinding against his with an authoritative sway. “You’re going to follow my lead tonight, Ruggie,” you purr, holding him down with a possessive hand on his chest. His breath hitches as your gaze locks onto his. “Guess I don’t mind, not when you’re looking at me like that,” he admits, his voice turning a little desperate as he tries to move, but you press your weight down firmly, reminding him who’s in charge. “Good boy,” you murmur, leaning down to nip his ear with your teeth, sending a shiver through his body. “You’re going to stay put and take it, right?” Ruggie lets out a soft growl of approval, his hands instinctively reaching for your hips, but he doesn’t dare try to take control. Instead, he watches you with hungry eyes, a quiet submission in his gaze. “If I don’t listen, what will you do?” he teases, but his words are laced with anticipation. “You’ll find out soon enough,” you reply, grinding down against him, the heat between you two growing. “But right now, you’re mine to control.” Ruggie’s playful grin widens, though his submissive side begins to take over completely. “Then show me what you’ve got,” he whispers, his hands gripping your hips with a growing, eager need.

🐺 Jack Howl – Puppy love

Kink Jack’s instincts are raw and primal, and he thrives in positions where he can claim you in a powerful, dominating way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can feel Jack’s presence behind you, his hands strong and steady as they grip your hips. “Ready?” he asks, his voice thick with a growl that sends a shiver down your spine. You nod eagerly, and he doesn’t waste any time. His hands guide you to the perfect angle as his body presses against yours, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. “You feel so good,” he groans, his voice a mix of admiration and possessiveness. His hands trail down your back, fingers digging into your skin as he starts moving in slow, deep thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming—the force of his thrusts matched by the animalistic way he grips you. “You’re mine tonight,” Jack mutters, his voice husky, his body taking control as he fills you completely, making you gasp with every powerful stroke. You arch your back, the heat of him filling you, the connection so intense that it takes all of your focus to hold on. “Yes, Jack,” you moan, feeling your body respond to his every movement.

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto – Ten outta tentacles 

Kink Azul’s kink revolves around control and the sensation of being enveloped. His tentacles give him the power to claim and caress you in ways that heighten your every sense. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Azul’s sharp eyes glimmer as his tentacles unfurl, wrapping around your body, their cool, slick touch causing you to gasp. You feel each tendril move with a mind of its own, caressing your skin, drawing out both pleasure and a sense of vulnerability. “You’re mine,” Azul says, his voice smooth, almost predatory, as his tentacles tug at your clothing, revealing your bare skin. His touch is everywhere—one tendril curls around your neck lightly, not enough to choke but just enough to make you feel the pressure. “Azul, what are you...?” you gasp, feeling his tentacles slide along your thighs, teasing, never fully giving you what you crave. “Patience,” Azul replies, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “My tentacles know exactly how to make you beg for more. Let them guide you into a world of pleasure you never knew existed.” One of his tentacles slides inside you slowly, stretching you in ways that make you moan, your body arching as you feel his control over you tighten. “You’re exquisite,” Azul murmurs, his lips claiming yours.

🍄 Jade Leech – On the edge of glory

Kink Jade loves to keep you on the edge, building your desire until you’re trembling, desperate, and begging for release. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jade’s hands move deliberately over your body, never quite touching you where you need him most. You squirm, frustrated, but the calm, almost serene look in his eyes tells you he’s in control. “Jade, please,” you beg, your voice thick with desire, your body aching from the teasing.His fingers hover just above your most sensitive spot, teasing, never quite making contact. “Patience,” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. “I want to see how long you can last before you break.” Your breath comes quicker as he trails kisses down your body, his mouth near but not quite where you need it. “You’ve been so good for me,” he says, his voice a low murmur. “I’m almost tempted to let you come... almost.” Every time you edge closer to the brink, he pulls back, denying you what you crave. The tension builds, each time worse than the last. Finally, his hands grip your hips, and you feel him press against you—only for him to stop just before the sweet release. “Beg for it,” Jade commands, his eyes gleaming with delight.

👟Floyd Leech – Bits of your love

Kink Floyd’s kink is all about marking you, biting and nipping at your skin as he drives you wild with each passionate tug. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Floyd’s grin is feral as he pulls you into him, his lips trailing over your neck. His teeth graze your skin, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you. You gasp, arching into him, desperate for more. “What’s wrong, Shrimpy? You like it, don’t you?” Floyd murmurs, his breath hot against your skin as his teeth sink in, marking you. “Floyd!” you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders as he leaves a red mark on your collarbone. He chuckles darkly, his hands roaming over your body as he bites down harder, savoring the taste of your skin. “I’ll leave my mark all over you,” he growls. “Everyone will know who you belong to.” The pain from the bite mixes with the pleasure, your body trembling as his hands move, teasing, pressing you against him as his lips continue their assault on your skin. Every mark he leaves on you only deepens the bond between you, and you can’t help but give yourself completely to him, your mind lost in the rush of sensation.

🦦Kalim Al-Asim – Spoiled to the core 

Kink Kalim adores blending his wealth into his most intimate moments, using his resources to spoil you in increasingly bold and daring ways. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Do you like it?” Kalim asks, grinning with excitement as he slips a diamond bracelet onto your wrist. The metal is cool against your skin, glittering in the soft light of his room. “It’s beautiful,” you whisper, your breath hitching as his hands slide down your arms. He smiles, leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips. “Good, because I’m not done yet. Do you trust me?” Kalim asks, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief as he holds his credit card between his fingers. “What are you planning?” you ask, your voice shaky as his hand slides up your thigh, the cool edge of the card brushing against your skin. His grin widens as he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You’ll see,” he whispers, the card’s edge teasing your most sensitive spots. Your body trembles as the metallic edge traces a deliberate path, each movement igniting a new spark of sensation. “Kalim,” you gasp, but he silences you with a kiss, his hand pressing the card more firmly into your most sensitive spot. “This is how I show you what you mean to me,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with adoration. “Every part of you deserves to be spoiled.”

🐍Jamil Viper – Obey the servant

Kink: Jamil’s composed exterior masks an intense need to assert dominance in intimate moments. He revels in the rawness of taking control. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Open your mouth,” Jamil commands, his voice sharp and demanding. His hand cups your jaw firmly, tilting your head back with practiced ease. “Jamil-” you start, but his grip tightens slightly, and his dark eyes narrow. “I said, open.” You part your lips hesitantly, and before you can fully register the shift in his expression, he leans in close, the intensity in his gaze stealing your breath. A moment later, he spits directly into your mouth, the act deliberate and dripping with authority. “Swallow,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing your bottom lip as a smirk curves his lips. His voice drops to a low growl. “Good. Now, let me show you how else I’ll make you obey.” He leans in closer, his breath hot against your face as his hand slides roughly into your hair, pulling you forward. "You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you?" he whispers, his words barely a breath, yet they vibrate with control. You nod, your heart racing as he holds you in place, his gaze never leaving yours. "Good," he says again, before kissing you deeply, his tongue pressing against yours, commanding and unyielding.

🪞Vil Schoenheit – Lust reflected 

Kink Vil’s obsession with perfection extends to mirrors, and he loves using them to watch both himself and you as you indulge in intimate moments. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You’re on top of Vil, your movements slow and tentative as your body trembles with anticipation. The mirror is placed next to the bed, positioned perfectly to reflect the intimate act, but you can’t bring yourself to look at it. Your hands grip the sheets as you try to steady yourself, but the sight of the mirror beside you sends a wave of shyness through you. You feel the urge to look away, trying to avoid the reflection of your bodies tangled together. “Look at us,” Vil whispers, his voice thick with desire. He reaches up, a hand gently but firmly cupping your cheek. His thumb traces the curve of your jaw as he forces your gaze toward the mirror. “You’re mine,” he murmurs, his eyes burning with possessiveness. “And I want you to watch.” The warmth of his touch on your face makes your heart race, and though you try to shy away, Vil’s grip on your chin tightens. “Watch how beautiful we look together,” he commands softly, pulling your face back toward the mirror. You can’t escape it now. The reflection of your bodies, his powerful hands holding your hips and your flushed expression, stares back at you, and a shiver runs down your spine.

🏹Rook Hunt – Open season

Kink Rook’s kink revolves around the thrill of pursuit. He enjoys the chase, using his skills as an archer to hunt you. He wants to capture you alive and with his own hands. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The forest is thick with shadows, the sound of footsteps in the underbrush just out of reach. Rook’s eyes glint from his perch high in the trees, his bow drawn, and a sharp arrow aimed in your direction. You feel the arrow’s rush of wind just miss your skin as you sprint ahead. “You’re too fast,” Rook calls after you, a mischievous smile curling on his lips. “But I’ll get you soon enough.” He lets another arrow fly, and again it misses, deliberately so. He wants you to feel the rush, the danger, the thrill of escape, before he finally captures you. You stumble and fall, and in an instant, Rook is on you. He catches your wrists in one smooth motion, his grin wicked as he straddles you, pinning you beneath him. “You’re mine now,” he growls, his hands roaming over your body as he claims you with a possessive hunger. “You thought you could run?” he whispers, his voice low and teasing as he presses you down further. “No one escapes the hunt.”

🍎Epel Felmier – Drowned in desire 

Kink Epel loves to look for the thrill of emerging you in water. To see you try to get up for air to then capture those breaths in a passionate kiss. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It’s humid, and the sound of splashing water fills the air as you and Epel face each other, your bodies slick with water. He’s been teasing you all night, pushing you to your limits with playful shoves and sudden grabs. “Think you can handle me?” Epel grins, his eyes burning with excitement as he grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the edge of a shallow pool. His body presses against yours, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re not as tough as you think.” With a sudden movement, he shoves you beneath the water, holding you down just enough for your head to bob back to the surface, gasping for breath. “You’re all mine,” he whispers, his voice laced with a challenge. He pulls you back down, your body submerged, the water around you heightening the tension as his hands roam over your soaked body. The struggle to breathe, to move, and the roughness of his actions make you moan with delight. “Epel-” you gasp, but he smirks and pushes you under again, the sensation of being restrained by the water making everything feel more intense. “Not yet,” he teases, his grip tightening, as he finally claims you with a hard kiss.

💀 Idia Shroud – Sensations captured

Kink Idia is so determined to make you feel good that he took it upon himself to make the finest gadgets for your pleasure. He even begins filming the moment, determined to relive it later.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Idia’s face is flushed with embarrassment as he adjusts the remote in his hand, fidgeting nervously. The gadgets he’s set up buzz to life, one slipping gently against your skin. “A-Are you sure about this?” he stammers, looking at you anxiously. You nod, feeling the tension in the air, and as the vibrations from the device send a pulse of pleasure through your body, you let out a soft gasp. Idia watches you carefully, his nervousness palpable, but as you squirm beneath him, you see something shift in his expression. “Idia... it feels good,” you pant, watching his face light up with relief and excitement. His confidence starts to grow, and he leans back, a devilish grin creeping onto his face. “I’m glad,” he says, more cocky now as he sets the gadget to its highest setting. He pulls out his phone, focusing the camera on you as he films your reactions. “This is perfect... I can rewatch this later, see exactly what got you worked up.” You arch against the sensations, your body trembling as you feel the gadget’s movements inside you. Idia watches intently through the camera, but when he sees how much you’re enjoying it, he becomes more excited. “I won’t be in the video,” he mutters to himself, keeping his own image off-screen. “But you... I need to see this again.”

🐉 Malleus Draconia – Filled with a legacy 

Kink Malleus is consumed by a primal need to claim you fully, and he cannot help but describe every act in reverent detail as he fulfills his desire. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Malleus’s hands are firm on your thighs, his glowing green eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. His voice is deep, smooth as velvet, but there’s a rawness to it that betrays his overwhelming need. “Do you feel that?” he growls, his body pressing deeply into yours, the connection leaving you gasping. “Every time, I’ll fill you like this,” he murmurs, leaning closer so his lips are just above your ear. His breath is hot, and the words roll off his tongue like a spell. “Again and again until there’s no question�� you are mine. Forever.” His hands grip your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer, each thrust deliberate, each movement underscoring his obsession. “You’ll carry my legacy, my power,” he growls, his pace quickening as his control slips. “I’ll leave you so full, so complete, you’ll never be without me.” The room feels like it’s pulsing with his magic, his words echoing in your ears as he claims you utterly. “Look at me,” he demands, cupping your face so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. “I want to see your face when I make you mine completely.”

🦇 Lilia Vanrouge – Melting kiss

Kink Lilia’s playful yet commanding nature makes him an expert at exploring sensations, the heat of wax igniting his passion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The room is dimly lit, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows across Lilia’s mischievous grin. “Do you trust me?” he asks, holding a small candle in one hand, the other caressing your thigh. “Always,” you reply, your breath hitching as he leans closer, the sweet scent of wax filling the room. “Good,” he smirks, tilting the candle so a single drop of hot wax lands on your stomach. The sharp heat makes you gasp, but the sensation quickly fades into a dull, delicious warmth. Lilia chuckles, his fingers tracing the path of the cooling wax. “You’re beautiful like this,” he whispers, his eyes gleaming with delight. “So vulnerable, yet so willing.” He tilts the candle again, this time letting the wax trail over your chest, the heat followed by his lips as he kisses the marks. “I wonder how much more you can take,” he teases, his voice playful yet dark, as he moves lower, the sensation of heat and cool kisses driving you to the edge.

💤 Silver – No bite all bark

Kink Silver’s connection to nature heightens the intimacy of the moment, his movements a blend of deep passion and careful tenderness as he worships you under the moonlit canopy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The cool night air wraps around you as Silver presses you back against a tree, the rough bark a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch. The forest is alive with the sounds of chirping crickets and rustling leaves, but all you can focus on is him. His silvery hair glows faintly in the moonlight, and his violet eyes are soft yet filled with unmistakable hunger. “Are you sure you’re comfortable?” he asks, his voice a low murmur as his hand brushes your cheek. There’s a tenderness in his gaze that makes your heart race, but the way his body presses against yours leaves no doubt about his desire. “I’ve wanted this,” he admits, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss that starts soft but deepens quickly. His hands slide down your waist, steady and reassuring, grounding you in the moment. “Out here... where it’s just us and the world.” He lifts your leg, wrapping it around his waist as his lips move to your neck, his kisses sending shivers down your spine. “The trees, the stars—they’ll bear witness to how much I adore you,” he murmurs, his voice trembling with emotion. The earthy scent of the forest mingles with the heat radiating from him, his movements deliberate yet gentle, as though savoring every second. Each thrust is accompanied by whispered words of love. “I’ll never let you go,” he promises, his passion leaving you both breathless beneath the starlit sky.

⚡ Sebek Zigvolt – Muffled moans

Kink Sebek’s bold, loud personality finds an unexpected foil in his desire for you to take control and silence him in the most intimate way possible. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You’re far too loud, Sebek,” you tease, cutting off one of his fiery speeches about the greatness of Malleus. His eyes narrow, but there’s a faint blush creeping up his neck. “I am not loud!” he protests, his voice booming despite his denial. You smirk, pushing him back onto the bed. “Oh really? Let’s test that theory.” Before he can argue, you straddle his chest, your weight pinning him down. His golden-green eyes widen in surprise, his hands instinctively gripping your thighs. “What are you…?!” he starts, but the words die on his lips as you shift higher, pressing against him in a way that leaves no room for his usual bluster. “Finally, some quiet,” you say with a grin, your hands bracing against the headboard as you move against him. Sebek’s muffled groans vibrate against you, his hands tightening on your hips as his usual control falters. The tension in his body tells you he’s torn between resistance and surrender, but as you take the lead, his defiance gives way to eagerness. When you glance down, his eyes are half-lidded with desire, and his earlier protests are forgotten. His hands guide your movements now, his grip firm but reverent as he loses himself in the moment.

🔔 Rollo Flamme – Only I can ruin you

Kink Rollo’s rigid morality crumbles beneath your touch, your seduction pulling him deeper into the forbidden pleasure he’s always denied himself. The sacred walls of the chapel become the backdrop for his descent into sin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “This is blasphemy,” Rollo says, his voice trembling as he stands before you in the dimly lit chapel. His violet eyes are wide with fear and longing, his hands clutching the hem of his robes as if they could shield him from the storm of desire threatening to consume him. “Blasphemy?” you echo, your lips curling into a sly smile as you step closer. “Or is it just the truth you’ve been too afraid to face?” He takes a step back, his back hitting the cold stone wall. “We can’t… Not here. Not in this sacred place.” “Then why haven’t you stopped me?” you whisper, your fingers trailing up his chest, brushing aside his robes to reveal the pale skin beneath. His breath hitches, and his hands shake as they rise to grip your wrists. “I… I don’t know,” he stammers, his resolve wavering as your lips brush against his neck. His knees buckle slightly, and you press him against the wall, your body molding to him. His lips part to protest, but a broken moan escapes instead as your touch grows bolder. “I’ll ruin you,” you say, your voice dripping with seduction as you guide him down. “But you’ll love every moment of it.” “No… My robes,” he whispers, his voice tinged with panic as they fall open, exposing his chest. But his protests are drowned out by the way his body responds to you, his hands clutching at you desperately as he succumbs. By the time you’re done, Rollo is trembling, his robes disheveled and his violet eyes hazy with desire. “You’ve ruined me,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “And I… I want more.”

🦊 Ernesto – The Puppet Master

Kink Ernesto’s expertise with ropes isn’t just about control—it’s an art form, and you’re his masterpiece. He relishes the sight of you swaying in his creation before he indulges in you completely. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You’re beautiful like this,” Ernesto murmurs, stepping back to admire his work. The ropes cradle you perfectly, holding you aloft as they suspend you from the ceiling. Each knot is precise, every line of tension calculated to keep you on display for him. You try to shift, testing the bindings, but the ropes only tighten, accentuating the curve of your body. Ernesto smirks, his hands brushing along the ropes as he circles you like a predator admiring its prey. “Struggle all you want… it only makes you look more irresistible.” He pulls on a set of ropes, and your body moves, swaying gently toward him. The motion makes your breath hitch as your skin brushes against his, the tension in the air thick with anticipation. “See how easily I control you?” he whispers, his lips grazing your ear. “You’re completely mine.” With a deliberate tug, he swings you closer, his hands steadying your hips as he aligns himself with you. The slow, deliberate motion of him entering you sends a shiver down your spine, and the sensation is heightened by the way the ropes keep you suspended. Each thrust is accompanied by the ropes pulling you back toward him, intensifying every sensation. He groans softly, his grip tightening as he loses himself in the sight and feel of you. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he continues, his pace increasing as he takes you higher and higher. By the time he finally releases you, you’re trembling, your body spent but utterly captivated by the experience.

[witchofthesouls]

In the soul mate au between Miko and Tarn, the incoming Cybertronians would think that Jack Darby is the biggest ho to ever ho.

Ratchet is dying because Jack's mannerisms and ways of affection do remind the medic of the halcyon days with Orion Pax, pre-Megatronus. (Mind you, Ratchet has rose-tinted glasses about those days and feels really nostalgic over Orion's quirks. Even if he had to bail the mech from jail several times and stop him from eating tampered fuel substances.) And he just wants his other colleagues and fellow Autobots to know the real Jack.

Unfortunately, Jack has a tendency to meet all the newcomers in various states of undress, aka without his armor, which is a very shameless state.

Ratchet first walked into a freshly cyberformed!Jack, coming out of the shower with only a towel around his waist because of the nasty amount of sludge in every inch of his frame. Even his armor needed a deep scrubbing. In parts.

Soundwave remet the guy in his swim trunks because he came from relaxing in a geyser.

The first time he met the Justice Division, he was stripped down to sweatpants while Miko was categorizing his opened chassis, including his spark chamber. Miko was practicing the new educational module from Soundwave and Ratchet, and Jack was the willing dummy since they were trying to nail down the differences between baseline Cybertronians and their hybrid status. So not just shameless, but in a highly provocative position as well. Miko and Jack were treated to the sight of stumped D.J.D. members with slaw jaws and choking noises.

So now, mecha are thinking that Jack and Miko have an "understanding." And Tarn's jealous over it.

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Jack breathed as evenly as possible. Body still as Miko carefully traced his new organs, muttering Neocybex under her breath on what each part was called, both in Pit Kaonite and Iaconi medical. Her fingers were blunted, not her usual talons, as she skimmed the connections, musculature, protoform, and circuitry. Jack closed his optics, sinking into a light mediation, and only shivered as those fingers brushed over his new heart.

"How does this feel," Miko questioned as she coaxed the chamber to open. And he allowed it. All three of them had been together for lifetimes, and very little boundaries existed between them at this point.

"Weird," Jack replied as his spark quivered, white light blinding, shadows playing across Miko's curious face and the walls.

"Good weird? Bad weird? Spiritual possession weird? You have to give me something more descriptive." She said with exasperation, teeth glinting in the byplay between light and shadow.

"Dangerous weird." His words hitched, body twitching, vision clouding at the edges, and he forced down the sudden instinct to flee-FLEE into dark corners, to sink into the safety of the furniture shade.

Due to the uplinks between them, Miko immediately applied the medical overrides, and the painted diagnostic sigils flared to life across his limbs, and Jack went limp, tension cut from his body.

Miko frowned. The geared rings in her amber optics turned as she ran calculations, and whatever she was about to say was cut as the closet door opened.

Jack couldn't see them as he was sitting on the couch with his back towards them, but he picked up quite a crowd. All of the individuals choking on air. Wings twitching from the unknown signatures suddenly appearing in his space, and Miko lined her own over his, exuding calm-still-potential allies.

She huffed, amusement and annoyance warred in her field as she quickly pulled off the sigils with a fanciful twirl of her fingers, and they worked together to disconnect their systems from each other. Jack shut closed his chassis, and his innards dispersed once more, spark chamber hiding wherever it was. It was honestly far more difficult for him to drag that specific organ to the open air than his first attempts to blend his new metal frame into living trees. "This isn't what it looks like, old man."

Jack pulled over his shirt to cover his protoform, and turned around, dark and pink wings avoiding each other in familiarity, to see Ratchet running a servo down his face and an assortment of bewildered strangers staring at them through the portal. Even if the Decepticon badges weren't gleaming on a chassis, the tank with the mask shaped as the very Decepticon logo was a dead given away of their allegiance.

:: Soundwave does it better. He got the extra creep factor without the eye holes. :: Miko snorted through the private channel, crossing her arms as she leaned on the back of the couch, deceptively loose and uncaring.

:: Hey, don't knock down a perfectly good presentation. Eyes are windows to the soul, and eyes make others feel at ease. Soundwave gives no fucks about normalcy or social manners. ::

:: Soundwave does what better? :: Raf commented. :: And hard agree on that assessment. ::

:: We'll fill you in later. :: Jack replied as Miko simultaneously responded. :: We got fresh meat. ::

"So," Jack drawled, propping an elbow on the sofa back, supporting his head on that hand. "What brings this lot to our corner of the universe?"

[magicpumpkin3]

Okay, why has no one ever mentioned this???

Like... Sir. Sir-

Half of the fandom already headcanons that you have a foot fetish, I think we can dail it back a bit-

[ventique18]

Our Dirty Little Secret (1)

The first part of a MalleYuu smutfic.

General warnings: Malleus x Freeform Reader♀️, story told in his POV. Part of a smut series, so minors do not read this fic.

Chapter warnings: bathroom voyeurism

Content under the cut

Pshhhhh

They say the shower is the place where ones' thoughts tend to be sober. The pattering of water against the skin lends to a calming effect that encourages mindful relaxation. The non-existence of urgency helps foster deep thinking of topics close to one's heart, which most of the time entails reflection of the life one currently leads. Perhaps a current dilemma. Perhaps a path one is looking forward to take. Perhaps past regrets begging to be righted.

Pshhhhhh

Yet curiously, my shower thoughts happen to be you.

Squeak squeak, the shower knob screeches as I twist it off.

I suppose the topics I have cited still apply in this case; the subject just happens to be you. One, you were my past regret-- not you, but the way it took me so long to notice my romantic feelings for you. And then your feelings for me, in consequence. Two, you were, and still are, the path I am always eager to take. I would be lying if I said I did not believe I would naturally find the love of my life over the course of my long life, but the way you came at me like a burglar... The way you barged in as if you owned my space, the way you made yourself home and even prepared tea in my metaphorical kitchen, the way you grabbed my hand and fearlessly stayed the night on my bed. The last one was quite literal.

Exhilarating. You are nothing like anything I have ever seen.

My family has always advised me that love is like a slowly kindling campfire. It starts small and takes effort to move forward, but grows ever stronger and bigger so long as you give it fuel. I expected my romance to be just like that: slow and steady. And yet... And yet... With you, it was like an explosion.

So when you held my hand, kissed my lips, and touched my body for the first time-- all in one night, I had felt like helpless ice underneath the bright summer day that was you.

And herein comes three: my dilemma. After that fateful evening together, which was already a month ago, I cannot discourage myself from thinking of you. Every waking moment, every time I dream. Even during mundane moments like eating or even when I need to focus my efforts on weapons training. All you. You. You.

Even in the shower, still you.

And yet... If my thoughts were simply the idea of you, I would not be this bothered. If it were simply your usual smile, and not the way you writhe in ecstasy beneath my touch...

I feel pathetic noticing how the thrill of you physically excites me.

I have been mechanically slathering soap over my body the whole while I've been thinking of you. Now my attention drifts to my hands. Fingers brushing up my arms, dipping into the shallow pool in my clavicle, running down the ridges of my chest and my stomach. Mindlessly, or perhaps mindfully, circling around my navel before trailing the line connecting my abdomen and my thighs. Teasing myself slowly, slowly, downward... And,

"How long do you plan on watching me secretly?"

I breathe out, shifting my head to stare at the innocuous door behind me.

A thick silence greets me. Perhaps a little too thick. And then in stepped you, gaze planted downward like a scolded child, as you reluctantly mumble out an excuse or two.

"How did you know..."

"Did you believe I of all people would not hear the door creaking behind me?"

"But it opened so smoothly, I was shocked it didn't make any noise at all..."

I do not think you are begging for a response, so I merely shake my head. I continue rubbing my skin with soap. While doing my showering routine, I keep my eyes trained on you and keep our conversation going, "So, what brings you here today?"

You shift, seemingly uncertain whether to meet or avoid my eyes, "Just stopping by to hang out. I bumped into Lilia on my way here, and he just urged me in without waiting for your consent. Sorry 'bout that."

"It's quite alright." I nod.

You continue, "You weren't around when I got in, so I thought of maybe waiting. But then I heard the shower going and... And..." Your lips contort into what seems to be a lopsided frown. With brows knit complicatedly, your embarrassed eyes finally dart towards me and you squeal out, "I'm so, so sorry. I don't know what went over me! I just thought that maybe I want a tiny peek of you naked--"

"Ha. Ha ha..." I try to contain myself but the delight in my chest was too overpowering to ignore, "Hahaha!"

A few more bouts of hearty laughter burst out of me before my mood gradually evens. Recovering myself from hunching, I straighten my body and sweep my hair back to move it out of the way of my sight. I feel a tug on my mouth as I narrow my eyes at you, "How naughty. Who would have thought everyone's helpful little prefect is such a dirty woman? Do your friends know?" My playful words curl my lips into a teasing grin, "That you were the one who seduced me that night? In public, behind everyone's backs?"

I see a fog of red paint your cheeks, so I tone down my mischief with a compliment, "Though I would not have it any other way. I find your honesty irresistibly attractive."

I am not quite sure if it is simply my immersion in our conversation that urged me to forget that I am bathing, or that your occasional intentional glances to different parts of my body captivated my attention, but I stop what I am doing and lean against the wall. I keep a daring look on my face as I capture your eyes. Add a light bite to the lower lip to complete the suggestion.

A bit bashful-looking, but you bravely lock your sight with mine, "You should be more honest though. You're always so accommodating and attentive, but..." You look down and pucker your mouth to gesture at my lower half, "I know you want something too."

My attention unconsciously drifts down to where you are pointing at. Ah, my traitorous self, must you always be this easy to please?

"So," You continue with newfound confidence as I heed your voice, "Think about it, pretty boy. I'm down for anything you wanna do," A wink from you and my pathetic desire twitches in anticipation. And another one for when you twirl your hair with a finger as you purr, "I'll be ready and waiting outside."

When the door shuts close, I let out a breath that I did not know I am holding. Something that I want..? Why, there are certainly particular things that I wish to do to you and yet I keep within my fantasies, but how could you have possibly..? Don't tell me, you know..?

Impossible. I've done everything I could to hide it. ... However, if we are to continue this relationship for a long time, if you were to one day accept being my mate, then you deserve to know. But, what if it frightens you-- what will I do then? If you do not accept me...

I turn the shower knob and let it spatter across my skin. I mull it over, again and again, until I finish drying myself off and cover my body with a robe. My thoughts are filled with uncertainty and distress when I walk out of the bathroom. However, as soon as I raise my head and see you sitting on my bed with a thin shirt barely covering your underwear, I realize how much courage it must take you, who normally presents yourself quite modestly, to bare yourself to me like this.

And so I shall too.

My footsteps announce my presence and you greet me with a smile. I sit beside you while I listen to you say, "So, have you thought about it?"

"Yes..." I reply carefully; my hand coyly reaching out for yours, "I would like for that mouth of yours to serve me."

"Blow-- umm, fellatio? That's surprisingly tame--"

"Both of them."

You blink at me in what seems to be confusion, "Both?"

A perverse feeling suddenly overcomes me. I take my hand off yours. My reply does not come fast, for I savor the tense look you give me as you follow wherever my hand trails a path, "You see," I enunciate slowly while I tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

I pause for a moment. My fingers glide from your ear, across your jaw, and feel the velvety smoothness of your bottom lip. They push your mouth open as I thrust in two fingers to rub against your tongue.

"I'm not human, darling."

Part 2 here

[wolfboy88]

Last Line Tag/Several Sentence Sunday Tuesday

Tagged by @ykthefancyclamwiththepearlinside and @ksbbb

Bathed in the eerie glow of the haunting crimson moon, casting crimson shadows across the Hale loft, Liam and Theo make their final preparations for a long-awaited and highly anticipated ritual. This moment, which they have yearned for, has been patiently awaited, as they sought the perfect time and opportunity. Finally, on this enchanting night, when the full blood moon illuminates the sky and the stars align, they are granted the ideal chance to fulfill their deepest desires.

Their desire is to harness the power of a hellhound, none other than the irresistible Jordan Parrish, and make him their loyal companion. Both Liam and Theo are captivated by the allure of this deputy, eagerly anticipating the moment when they can indulge in their wicked fantasies. Armed with the stolen book of shadows from the Hale vault, they are determined to achieve their goal.

As they kneel at opposite ends of the triskele symbol etched into the floor of the Hale living room, Theo, a descendant of the renowned Hale werewolf clan, and Liam, a descendant of a true alpha, can feel the immense power of the once-in-a-century blood moon coursing through their veins. Liam’s unique combination of warlock and werewolf abilities, coupled with their mated bonded, amplifies the energy that surrounds them.

Tagging @thrillhoues @volsungar-the-mighty @thiamsxbitch @mmoosen @transdunbar @outcastpack @de-constructmybones @chasing-chimeras @haven-of-dusk @theoceanismyinkwell

[solianapaeris]

🌀Twists 🌀

[sukugo]

it's been kinda funny for me going from 2 very fucked up ships to sukugo.

[grumpy-gurgles]

I did a drabble with a fandom I'm in, that being Twisted Wonderland. I have never written for this fandom before, I'm scared shitless that someone might recognize my OC's name and call my ass out, and I'm slightly less terrified of this being horrendously out of character.

You can ask more about my OC but like. I probably won't be fully name dropping him for the sake of exposure, and I'll keep this out of the main tags as much as possible. Safety precautions. If my legitimate main gets exposed outside of this tummy stuff, I will end it all /hj

Drabble under the cut

OC x Az.ul As.hengrotto, made this in like a half hour so it's bad fyi I just Had A Thought it's 1am I already regret this-

Valentin is notorious for overworking. Whether it be his schoolwork, his alchemy work, inventing things.. he's always difficult to get settled down. He only seems to legitimately take a break at the times he has to, which is when he's sleeping, or when he's in too much pain to do so.

This, however, doesn't apply with hunger whatsoever.

His stomach doesn't have a clock anymore. He eats when he thinks it's a good time to, which doesn't end up often. And it's usually quick things that he can get through the next assignment or gadget for, and then leave his belly grumbling for more. And due to the quiet, almost shadow-esque nature he has among peers, nobody would really notice. Even if his stomach was loud, it'd probably be ignored or put onto someone else.

However, there's an exception to this. Usually one exception, sometimes three. Valentin's fellow dorm members in Octavinelle, specifically(on most occasions,) Azul.

Azul seemed to have a similar issue with overworking. That's how the two ended up bonding, though initially begrudgingly on Valentin's end of things. And Azul had very quickly caught onto the fact that Valentin doesn't have the healthiest habits with eating, because of how often his stomach kept betraying him whenever there was food around.

As a food sensitive person himself, Azul found himself having an issue with that. He initially thought of some contract that would rope Valentin into a proper eating schedule, instead of forcing him to work at the Monstro Lounge on top of everything else. But that wouldn't happen; Valentin wouldn't touch a contract, barely even the Lounge or the VIP room, with a 10 foot pole. He was smart enough to keep his grades up, and he was guarded enough to where Valentin seemingly had no problems! He definitely had problems, but exploiting those for the sake of getting the guy to have a solid meal in his belly also sounded bad. Because that wasn't a good move at all, especially since Valentin would probably try and punch him if he did that. Sevens, he's hard to handle. No wonder he's like a shadow in comparison to many other students. Dealing with this was a difficult task.

But then Azul had his lightbulb moment; ask him out to a little cafe thing! Not on a date or anything, just something to take his mind off it all. Maybe a contract would come later, if Valentin had more trust. He just had to ease the boy into it!

Azul had to drag Valentin to the first time they did this. Shockingly, Valentin let him, instead he chose to keep insulting him. But nothing that was really a sore spot for Azul, like his weaknesses, insecurities, or weight.

"You're an asshole," was one of the frequent phrases that Valentin muttered as his stomach snarled at him from the smell of various food places. But that day was the first day that Azul had heard Valentin's stomach being content and full, instead of upset and practically starved. Valentin was quite embarrassed about how loud his belly was as it digested the coffee and pastry he put in there, but only let that show when they were away from people.

It was the first time, that Azul was aware of, that Valentin had let someone in his brain for a bit. And it felt good, knowing that it was him.

This continued for a few more times, before the Leech twins were intrigued by their boss suddenly putting a solid chunk of attention into this guy. They joined in a couple of times, but usually they left it all alone.

So whenever Valentin starts with his horrendous schedule again, of only eating to get by with a grumbly stomach on too many occasions, Azul is there. It was initially going to be some manipulation tactic, maybe. But maybe it was more of a flirtation tactic the longer it continued for the both of them.

[mias-playground]

Marley Kinky Twist Hairstyle

There's more here at My Archive

[hisgoodgirl666]

so i still have this rib injury so i'm going to the dr tomorrow. worst part is that sex is difficult/painful... 😭 so we've been minimizing as best we can. but i don't wanna. 😤 literally holding off on reading erotica when i'm craving it bc i don't wanna make myself super horny, which is also why i'm on not here much since then. whatever it is seems like it's going to take a while to heal. 😣 we'll find out tomorrow...

[oblivioustoast]

sub who’s bad at dirty talk: yes, it’s only right that you should do this. this is just.

[twistedtummies2]

More art of Nakoda from @whiteswarmart. This time the focus is on the python naga’s eternally gutter-seated mind. XD Includes cameos from Jamil and another of my OCs, Reno Rovar.  WARNING: Some innuendo with these images; didn’t think it needed a “Mature” label, but if anybody disagrees, I won’t complain. :P