#CW: Restraints

[terriblywhumpy]

Once he was a prince…

[assorted-candy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Jazz Fenton, Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom), Sam Manson Additional Tags: Ectober Month 2023, Ectoberhaunt 2023 (Danny Phantom), Horror, Blood, Restraints, College Student Jazz Fenton, horror movie Summary:

Ectoberhaunt Day 13: Horror Flick CW: Blood, Restraints, Horror

Jazz comes home from college only to find a movie night gone wrong.

[thecooler]

TLT girlies are so spoiled for fanart. Most books don't have a tenth this much art, which is to say nothing of the QUALITY of so much of it. People are putting their whole pussy into it etc.

Sometimes I'll read a book and love it and there will be like 3 posts total about it. This time I feel like a nobleman draped across a chaise lounge being fed fresh crisp grapes. And the grapes are beautiful paintings of space dykes

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, The Boy, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content

♡notes; pretty much just kink lists babey

oh boy i hope this doesn’t reveal anything about me

also happy easter lol

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Micheal Myers

> Knifeplay and breathplay are a given with this one

> He likes to be in complete control

> And a hand around the throat or a blade ghosting the skin definitely help him achieve that

> He also loves both tying you up and being tied up, surprisingly

> Letting you ride him while he’s tied to the bed is just about the only way you’ll get the man to relinquish any of that control

> And even then he makes sure you know he’s still the boss- if you’re too much of a brat he’s slipping the restraints and fucking you so hard you walk funny after

> He loves marking you up, mostly through biting

> And he likes to keep the mask on- even if he’s at a point where he rarely wears it around you

> He’ll quietly degrade you if you’re into that- you have to earn praise though

> But if you praise him you may actually be able to fluster him for once

Thomas Hewitt

> Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink you can’t convince me otherwise

> He loves pinning you down into a mating press and watching your face as he fills you

> He’s so rough and overwhelming

> He likes to lick away your tears when it’s just too much

>And sometimes he’ll keep you pinned there well after, keeping himself inside.

> He’d let you call him daddy- and god does he get into it, but he’d be too shy to suggest anything like that himself

> He loves praise and he loves letting you know how good you feel

> Not usually verbally, but he’ll growl and moan and purr shamelessly

> He’s the king of oral, he’s like a man starved and you’ll end up overstimulated 9 out of 10 times

> And he loves when you reciprocate, especially if you don’t mind him fucking your mouth

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s a bit vanilla, not having much experience or knowledge beyond sex for procreation.

> Insert Drayton’s “sex or the saw” quote here lol

> But he’ll try anything for you at least once, he’s so eager to please.

> Most notably he makes a wonderful little submissive

> Whether you want him to bottom or just power bottom yourself, he loves being used to make you feel good

> He enjoys any and all praise

> He’s rather insecure, so he loves compliments on his appearance especially

> If you call him a pretty boy he melts

> 100 percent would love if you called yourself mommy/daddy/any other dom titles

> He loves when you sit on his face more than anything else

Vincent Sinclair

> The softest dom. He wants to take care of you around the clock, but especially in bed

> He’s a service top- it’s all for you. So much more concerned with you getting off than even being touched.

> He’s into wax play (Because it’s funny but also bc it’s underrated)

> And he likes to restrain you so he can worship you completely uninterrupted

> He’s not afraid of using toys, especially when you’re all tied up and at his mercy

> He loves taking pictures of you as well

> At first he claims it’s for reference but you know better, baby has a documentation kink

> He loves just watching too

> Trying to keep control while you touch yourself and moan his name is his favorite pastime

Brahms Heelshire

> Huge brat in need of taming

> Only a switch in the technical sense- he’ll top if you beg/bribe/pester him enough. He’s just lazy tbh

> Love love loves being both degraded and praised

> “filthy little boy” “pretty little slut” etc

> Prefers calling you mommy/daddy but can work with master

> And he’ll be your puppy if you want him to be

> He wears a cute collar and leash and lets you yank on it while you make him fuck you

> He loves when you edge him too

> Until he’s nearly in tears and whining and begging you to let him cum

> If you have boobs he’s obsessed with them

> And even if you don’t he’ll give the area lots of attention

[whumpprentice]

A superpowered character losing control of their powers and having to be restrained or sedated for their own safety. Is this anything  

[moonlights-shadow-warrior]

I wanna see what everyone else says 'cause while I know my answer, I am an outlier

Also uh

They were 1.79

[kai-andrew-art]

Perhaps…

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 153

"What am I?" The hollow clone of whumpee inquired to whumper, analyzing themselves through the mirror.

"You are my love of course. You've simply lost your memory."

"I'm sorry that I don't remember you then.", They allowed themselves in whumper's embrace, resting their head against whumper's chest, and listening to the quickened heartbeat. Even the hum of whumper's laughter was warm and full of vibrations, buzzing against the clone's face.

The clone explained, "I want to love you.", while whumpee could do nothing but watch through the screen, still trapped in their restraints.

[thatsprettylane]

Rowdy Yates + Whump (Part 2)

[officesuppliez]

dogday!! yippee!!

individual sides :]

[whump-card]

levis

art taglist: @angst-after-dark, @whumpsday, @flowersarefreetherapy, @rainydaywhump

[cjbee]

August 20: I am getting concerned.

August 19 August 21

[2af-afterdark]

Taking Care of You

Content: Marbas x amab!mc (you/your), restraint (shibari), dry humping/frottage A/N: Banging my head against a desk editing this. Screaming at the word document. Someone be my editor so I don't have to! Word Count: 1284

Marbas’ half-lidded, virid eye stared blankly ahead as you secured the last of the many knots around his wrists, trapping them behind his back. His knees were pinned in a kneeling position against the pillow you’d instructed him to get on earlier and the rope bindings gently bit into his chest – though only slightly so as not to disturb the bandages already crisscrossing there.

“I fail to see the point of this.”

You slipped two fingers beneath the ropes to make sure they were snug but not constricting one last time before leaning over the back of his shoulder to kiss his cheek, your nipples poking against his broad back. “You’re always taking care of everyone else, so this time I’ll take care of you.”

“This isn’t how I treat patients,” he said matter of factly.

“There are different ways to take care of someone, you know. Plus,” you reached around his waist to lay your hand against the bulge forming in his shorts – the only thing you’d allowed him to keep wearing, “you seem to be enjoying it already.”

He closed his eyes and sighed silently. “It's a natural reaction to external stimuli.”

“Or,” you leaned in close, dropping your voice down low and whispering directly into his ear, “you just like being tied up and you're enjoying this moment.”

You gave a quick squeeze to his clothed cock and watched with delight as his lips pursed. He flexed his fingers and the muscles in his arms hardened enough that you thought the ropes holding him might snap, but they stayed in place. 

“Or maybe that doesn't matter since you're so turned on by me.” You laughed at your own comment, expecting him to immediately refute it yet again with his calm and rational realism, but instead he twitched under your grasp.

When you looked down to confirm that you hadn't imagined his reaction, you noticed that a small spot had begun to darken his shorts. His cock, always thick and visible in the outline of his pants, was straining violently against his shorts, fighting to burst free.

“Are you?” You asked with more excitement than you intended before catching yourself and clearing your throat to refocus the atmosphere you had been trying to set.

You released his hard cock and stood to walk around to his front. There, you slung your legs over his, wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, and pressed yourself against his barely hidden erection. You leaned your forehead against his. 

Speaking low and quiet this time, you asked, “Can I take care of you? Just this once?”

“I'm in no position to stop you.” He tried to pull his wrists apart to demonstrate his inability to move from the pose he was currently wrapped in.

“Good.” You pressed a small kiss against the corner of his mouth.

Slowly, you began to rock your hips forward and back against him, rubbing yourself against his cock through both of your clothes. He was large between your legs; a beast that demanded your attention and focus to ensure you satisfied all of him without losing yourself. Rubbing your dick against his was like fighting against an opponent with a clear advantage. Even though you were the one with freedom, it felt as if he could rend back control at any moment if he only wanted it.

Marbas’ eye shut and small, uneven panting made his chest fall and rise. A small stream of liquid dripped from his horns. Aside from that, he was the picture perfect example of a cool and collected man.

“Marbas,” you muttered his name with shaky breaths as you grew hard against him. You placed your hands on either side of his face. “Look at me.”

He opened his one good eye, pupil painted white as it stared directly at you and cheeks dusted rose from blood beneath his pale skin.

Your knees buckled as you stuttered against him, erections haphazardly brushing against one another as you continued to rock back and forth. As soon as you found the proper rhythm to make him grunt beneath his breath, you latched your mouth onto the side of his neck. The vein under your teeth pulsed as you bit down.

As you switched to licking at the same spot, feeling his heartbeat against your tongue, you pressed your hands against his chest. The ropes ran circles down the center of his abdomen, branching out to loop around his back, but leaving most of him exposed. You trailed your fingers along the ropes just under his pectorals, following their curve back and forth at a slower pace than your hips rolled against him. When you found a comfortable spot to let them rest, you stopped your hands and brushed your thumbs across his nipples instead. They were as hard as his cock.

You rested your head against his shoulder at the perfect angle to watch both as you teased and bullied his chest and the stain that had grown larger in his shorts. “How do you feel?”

He was still mostly calm, but you could tell that he was breathing harder than before. “I believe I'm doing well.”

“Only well?”

“I would prefer to see to you.” His eye trailed downward and you could tell that he was staring at your own erection.

You chuckled then pinched his nipples. “After you.”

“Only after me?”

“Mhm.”

Or so you teased, but the friction of rubbing both of your dicks together was too sweet to endure. The massive beast you had thought to control had somehow flipped the script despite your position on top. Marbas was dominating you with only his presence and the pleasure of feeling your body against his.

“I understand.”

He closed his eye and seemed to focus on the way you touched him; your dick against his, the confines of his shorts only increasing the pressure against his cock, your fingers playing with his nipples, your heavy panting in his ear, the ropes straining against his bulging muscles as he fought not to try and grab you; he focused on all of it.

He was so quiet, grunted so softly, that you almost missed when he finally came. The only reason you noticed was the pushing forward of his hips and the sudden warmth in his shorts beneath you.

“Really?” You stared down between his legs as you spoke. 

He opened his eye, looking at you innocently – not naively, simply in a way where he understood he did nothing wrong, “You told me that I had to finish first before I touched you.”

“I did.” And you couldn't argue against that, even if it made you pout that he was so calm about it. “Let me untie you.”

“There's no need.”

You could hear the distinct sound of something tearing before he brought his arms forward and rubbed at the markings on his wrists to soothe them. The ropes went slack across his body, a mess of directionless chords and broken loops.

You stared wide eyed at the scene. “Could you do that the whole time?”

“If I felt like it.”

He said nothing more on the topic as he leaned forward with his now free legs. The sudden movement put you off balance and sent you toppling backwards until he was hovering over you, with your legs still wrapped around him.

One of his large hands pressed down against your chest, silently telling you to stay in place as he began to venture lower until he reached your erection. Then, he wrapped his hand around it and began to slowly pump your length.

“Now, I believe I should take care of you as well.”

[binahs-sinbin]

Cw: edging, small humiliation kink, threats of ruined gratification, bondage technically (Idia gets a boner over a threat)

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Idia being bratty about always forgetting to charge his toys, so you decide teach him the importance of charging his toys by tying him up and putting a vibrating ring on his cock, putting it on low.

He’s in heaven until right as he’s about to cum, it stops, leaving him right on edge. Idia whines before crying out and begging you to turn it back on, except, you didn’t turn it off. You tell him that he’s not getting anything else, and to make sure he doesn’t take care of it himself, you keep him tied up until he’s soft (which takes nearly an hour since he kept getting excited when you looked at his cock) then you take the toy off his limp cock and clean it. During this you let Idia remain tied up.

You only untied him after everything was already cleaned up and put away. As much as Idia hates to admit….it was an effective punishment. He’s too tired to get to that point again and as much as he wants to jerk it quickly, his cock is already flaccid and done. It would be humiliating if he tried to save what little pleasure he could get from a quickie.

You hand him back his toy, telling him he better charge it or you won’t edge him, but will ruin him.

Idia is humiliated that your threat woke his aching cock up. It visibly flexed towards his stomach, at full mass as it uselessly bobbed. You shot him a sneer upon noticing the pre leaking from the fat head of his cock.

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[unrestrained-balderdash-art-blog]

Really proud of the inks for my WIP, think I'll be posting inks separately if they're good enough to stand on their own

(Edit: finished version here)

[transphilza]

frankly even if every bad thing anyones ever said about dream was untrue i would still be glad the dsmp fandom split off from dteam the way it did because his fans are so insanely deluded its genuinely concerning