#sick kinks

[dd-writes]

Forced edging on a full bladder till you piss yourself...silly girl

[viviaj]

suna (or kenma) who pushes a vibrator to ur clit and tapes your thighs together while he games. you cant move ur thighs apart, writhing as you cum over and over and over again. meanwhile he’s sitting there, blank face, hard in his pants.

he loves pretending he doesn’t care. but he’s sick in the head and goes crazy listening to your pants and soft whines. adores hearing you beg for him to come touch you; to just give you anything. he loves saying no. he loves telling you to stop talking; that he’s ‘busy’ with his game.

he’s the worst

[oldmanffucker]

Hey so wanna hear something devastating.

The costumer just causally dropped that the ring around Izzy’s cravat is his mother’s.

“He’s very sentimental, like he carries his mother’s ring around his scarf.” (X)

I’m on my friends porch in tears rn. Are you kidding me. Ms. Taylor was talking about Izzy’s drag look and just dropped that fact as if that wouldn’t rewire my entire brain chemistry.

[royaltea000]

Certified DILF chaser

[bitsybunbun]

Time to check your diaper!

What diaper? Look, I wear grown-up panties 😇

[succumutt]

Just a sick little girl desperate to be stalked, obsessed over, kidnapped, caged, used and kept as a little toy.

[ghozt-gutz]

Why do I just wanna give Zack like sick tum all the time lately

Also…..Closed mouth burps 😩🥵😵‍💫🥴

[dd-writes]

I'll let you hold it when I piss ♡

[chestcongestion]

"Shh, don't cry, it's okay-"

"No it's not! I was looking forward to this and now I can't go because of this- snfF! SnRKK!- stupid cold... Ihh'Ptsshheww! IH'PTsSHHEW!"

They cautiously wipe away at their partner's tears with a thumb and press a tissue to their trickling nose, listening to the harsh snorts that punctuate their heart-wrenching sobs.

"I know, I know you're sad, but you'll give yourself a sinus infection at this rate... let me get you into the steam shower so you can cry without getting all stuffy, okay?"

"Snff-snff...O-okay..."

[lavsnz]

someone whose first sign of being sick is being exhausted. they take naps & wake up with a stuffy nose & realize oh they’re definitely getting sick. bonus points if their partner knows that about them too

[ripelytoo]

Got a temporary tablet to draw on, so here you go! I think this one is one of my absolute favorites that I’ve done so far 🫣😶.

[emetophiliax]

“oh baby.”

“poor baby”

“im sorry you feel so sick baby”

“my love just let it all out”

“you’re okay, you’re okay baby.”

“oh baby that’s a high fever.”

“you look very sick ml i cannot lie to you”

“you’re so pale. my poor dove.”

“you need anything my girl/boy?”

*holding sickie up while they vomit*

“thats it baby, let it out. holy shit”

“oh love.”

“you’re shaking baby, let me get you a few more blankets.”

“has your fever broken yet, no? oh you poor thing.”

*stroking sickies hair while sickie is deliriously humming along and smiling stupidly.*

“your stomach is so loud.”

“you gonna be sick baby?”

“okay, okay. it’s okay, I’ll clean it baby, just sit there and look pretty for me right?”

goes insane

[bunnys-kisses]

not to sound like a bitch or anything but,

one: please don't call me girl, sis, ma'am, or any kind of feminine language or pronouns. my pronouns are in my navigation page and my bio. - it's he & they. i know people don't do it intentionally to harm or anything, but i am a guy. so yeah...

two: please remember that i am actually a very sick individual with pretty bad health problems and sometimes i hit walls with my writing, even if it is fan fic writing. i feel like i am constantly in a situation where i feel like people are mad at me because i'm not writing their prompts or i'm writing a different fandom. and in some ways writing fan fiction has stopped being fun. and my fear is that people are going to get mad at me or make back-handed snide comments because i haven't done x,y & z. i do this for free, this is free content i am making every day and sometimes it feels like i am working a job. there have been times i have prioritized uploading fan fics to writing my novel or going to my job. yeah, you're on anon in my inbox, but i can read it. i'm glad i can make content that makes people happy, but please realize that most fan fic writers do not post daily. i used to post weekly before the influx of prompt submissions.

so yeah.....

EDIT: i think the conclusion i've reached is that i need a more manageable schedule. while that means getting through prompts & requests a lot slower. it does mean that passion for writing will still be there. i've loved what i've been able to do and the people i've met.

the schedule is now posting fridays thru sundays it may pick up if i really get a good flow going or i have some time here and there. but going forward it's going to be posting friday - sunday with a minimum for two fics a day. <3

[ghozt-gutz]

Happy fall yall-

Here enjoy some Zack falling in love way too hard with a seasonal beer 🍺💀🎃👻🕸️

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

You ever think about feminizing cum?

Like imagine pounding a cute boy, and each load widens their hips a little, fills their chest, raises their moans. Every drop of cum she takes makes her just a little bit more…

Your good girl~

Honestly this is the DREAM. idk if I want to be the boy or the tgirl pounding him but either way. yes. Yes yes yes yes goddddddddd yes.

It starts off as a friends-with-benefits situation, just casual sex now and again. The changes are slight, barely noticeable, the only difference he ever notices is his nipples getting more sensitive and his voice hitting a higher pitch as he cums. That’s nothing too unusual, but he soon finds that it’s difficult to get off from masturbating or having sex with anyone else. He keeps going back to Her, each time bothered less and less with how She always drops “good girl” into Her affirmations, his slight discomfort with the term turning into an inexplicable blush. The pounding he gets every time She cums inside him gets rougher as well, until one day he can feel his tits bouncing as he gets railed against the bed…

[something-kool]

Isn't the process of a regular man becoming an obsessed, love-sick, stalker so beautiful?

He never knew you once.

You were just another face to him at work.

But... Maybe you smiled at him when you walked past, maybe you put on a bit to much perfume one morning and it made his mind fuzzy, maybe you said he looked nice, maybe you checked up on him every morning, maybe you asked him if he got enough sleep last night because his eyebags were a bit to dark.

Whatever you'd done it baited him like a fish to a lure.

Now, when you walk by his gaze falls over you and he memorises what you're wearing, the perfume you put on, the way you'd done your hair, how that skirt was just a bit to long for him to get a good glance at anything.

You had just been another person once, but now he sneaked a glance of you in every room he stepped into.

It was infuriating.

He was determined to stop this. It wasn't a crush, he wasn't a school-boy anymore, this must merely be curiosity. Curiosity he was determined to stop having. So, surely, if he indulges himself it will go away, right? Just like a craving, it needed it's fill before he can move on.

He'd never been one for conversation but you were easy enough to talk to. He comes up to your desk everyday now, he asks how you've been, if you've gotten enough sleep. But small talk wasn't enough after a few days, he wanted to know more about you, he needed to end this stupid tug in his heart.

So then he starts to catch you on your lunch breaks.

He sits down with you, starts up conversations about your hobbies, your interests, your goals in life. Thankfully for him your happy to indulge him in facts about your life, like your social media account. Luck must be on his side because you ask to follow him which means he can follow you back without it being out of character.

And sweet Jesus he's glad he did that.

Instagram was his favorite place now.

He wasn't sure how many hours he spent looking over your posts, those smiles, those eyes, those cheeks, those hips, those hands, those tits. More than once his hand found it's way downwards, wrapping around his hardening cock and pumping away to pictures of you. You made him ruin to many good bedsheets and boxers.

He wasn't stupid. He couldn't write this off as curiosity anymore. Every time you walked by his dick twitched and his breath picked up, every time you smiled at him his heart fluttered and his palms got sweaty, every single time your hand grazed his he felt like he was about to cum is pants.

So soon talking to you wasn't enough. He wanted more, he needed more, he felt like he was going to go fucking insane.

So now he follows you home.

Seeing you at home was like a drug. This was the real you and you were so fucking perfect. You were messy, lazy, and oh so cute. You walked around in such short Pajamas and he couldn't help but take some photos of that cute butt that peaked out. And the days he caught you getting changed were the days he felt himself slipping further down the rabbit hole.

And soon that wasn't enough either. He needed to be closer, needed to touch you, to hear you, to smell you.

He knows this wrong but if god wanted to punish him why were your windows always left open?

You were asleep. Lying so peacefully in bed lips pressed in a small pout. He can't help but take photos up close. Can't help but brush his fingers down your waist. Can't help it when he presses his thumb to your bottom lip and collects your drool on his finger. He can't help when he licks it up like it's the last meal he'll ever get.

He promises himself he'll never do more than that... no matter how many times he visits you he makes sure to never disrespect your body, it was a temple he wanted to worship not hurt... but he needs to show his... interest... in you somehow.

It starts as small notes left around your house.

They begin sweet.

Don't forget your lunch this morning

You left your keys on the kitchen counter

Can't wait to see you today

But after a few weeks they get darker, more desperate, needier, grosser.

You looked so cute sleeping last night... I wanted to cum on your lips so bad but I made sure not to. Instead I decided to do it in your glass of water, hope you enjoyed <3

Did you feel my hands on your body last night? You made the cutest little whines in your sleep while I rubbed that pretty clit

Is it insane that I think I might die if I ever stop seeing you?

Soon he started leaving gifts for you. A rose here and there, pictures he'd taken of you, pure smut he'd written about you, he even started buying you sex toys.

It gets to much for him to bear, not being able to see you 24/7, knowing you could be talking to other men drove him insane. He needed you like he needs the sun. He wanted to monopolies your affections, your attention, your love.

And he knows just how to own it.

Sedatives and soft rope.

"Shh, shh, go back to sleep My Love, you need your rest for when you wake up in our new home"