#kin and kinky

[vanillachaiwhiskey]

what i feed off of as a succubus, for myself, is not sex but kink. where others may regard kink as something added to sex, i focus on the object of the kink itself and obtain gratification from that, and from the pleasure my pleasure can give someone else. i feed off of kink the way another succubus or incubus feeds off of sex. this is what i am.

[id: a moodboard featuring the following: a black background with the white text "some call them...freaks"; a black leather bdsm whip; a pair of gloved hands with demonic claws at the end; a person in a mesh top, cropped tank top, leather chest harness, and o-ring collar, all of these in black; the silhouette of a rose against a shadowy gray background; a black leather collar and leash set. end id.]

[nwarrior777]

The problem with fatfetish is not in it existing, but in not-exsisting of alternative positive image of fatness in media, and not-exsisting of range of narrative in depicting fatness as something sexy in kinky images.

It's like media have two options for fat characters: 1) background comic relief in mass media 2) fatfetish art in internet niche. with not much of smth else

Respectful representation of fatness is big important topic for it's own discussion, but focusing on kinky art - fatness presented as smth sexy there, but it's almost always one narrative (usually food related)

And, i think, if we would have more ways of depicting sexiness of fatness, especially in kinky art, and bring sexiness of fatness in mass media, it would be easier to accept for people, that having kink for big bellies & softness is same as kink for muscle body, 6 packs, bdsm or any other kinks which are people fine with (kinks is smth totally ok to have, for the record)

Like, there are """cringe""" art of muscle kink too, and people have a little laugh about it sometimes, but nobody says that loving muscles is bad or disgusting - yes, because of fatphobia, but why are people so fatphobic still? Because they are not used to see positive images of fatness around and taught from childhood, by media narrative too, that fatness = bad. And they see all the scenarios you can imagine of muscles or thinness being sexy around, in media all scales. It's chicken and egg situation - one thing boosting another: we don't have positive image of fat > people learn "fat = not normal, bad" thought > they don't even think about questioning it because all the world around them is keeping this rule > a lot of people becoming media industry workers, and > they keep media not-including fat characters, keeping status quo > new generation, repeat.

In result we have this vicious circle. And we can break it, by making more fatness inclusive media, and going back to kink talk - we need more ways of depicting fatness as something sexy: new narratives, new plots in films, new lyric in songs, new art aesthetics.

I mean, you can have great time daydreaming that food scenarios, but wouldn't it be also cool to see sexy fat characters in other roles? Imagine - Sexy Fantasy Fat character, who got so much power that their body has to be bigger to keep all that. People went all horny then Detroit Become Human released - imagine cool fat robots, so fragile and complicated in their core parts, that they need big fat parts made of smth soft to prevent damage if they fall. Or fat characters in art, in just usual hot images narratives, but they drawn in a way, which make their fatness looking like hot detail, or even hot focus of the art.

I know we have progress and there are more and more examples of that i say. It just still few. So, let's go work hard and make more

[incorrect911argoship]

*The 118 leaving the station after a shift*

Hen: Why are you lying to Buck?

Eddie: I don't know what you're talking about.

Chim: We know you aren't hanging out with Tommy tonight, because he's been out of town this whole week.

Eddie, blushing: Oh, well you see-

*Buck approaches them, putting his arm around Eddie's waist in a tight grip*

Buck: Everything ok?

Eddie, still blushing: Yeah, I was just telling them how I'll cancel on Tommy to hang out with you instead.

Buck: Good. You're riding with me as well. I'll wait for you in the car. Don't be late.

*They all wait for Buck to be out of earshot*

Hen: You are so transparent. You love it when Buck gets jealous and possessive over you.

Chim: You kinky bastard.

Eddie, blushing: I'm not kin- Ok, maybe I have one kink.

[sibsteria]

hello, can you do headcanons of klaus mikaelson being a simp for you? 💘

yes of course, lovely!

Warnings: large fluff, a bit smutty, soft!klaus, protective!Mikaelsons

Summary: Klaus Mikaelson is the malewife simp of the century(ies)

not proofread, don’t kill me 😭🫶

the first time he met you, he studied you, up and down, I feel as if it would be at a Mikaelson ball, or maybe the Mystic Grill

I mean, eyes roaming

so our man just felt he had to introduce himself

he presents his hand out for you to shake

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, I know I would have remember a face like yours.”

“Oh, wow, you’re charming.”

He gives an amused smile, a soft chuckle

“I prefer the name Klaus Mikaelson, please tell me what name could possibly match such a person of beauty?”

I feel as if he wouldn’t assert his name as Niklaus right off the bat ygm besties

he is leaving you blushing though

you’re probably a vamp so congrats, he’s got eternal dibs!

definitely lays a gentle kiss to your hand when you tell him your name

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you.” he lingers in your presence before slowly walking away

you’re just- astounded, who gave him the right to be so alluring?

I ain’t gonna lie to you, he went home that night and stalked for your information

he knows where you live, your next of kin, the bar you frequent

so an accidental bumpings into are already in his workings

“Ah, hello love, what a surprise!”

he’d buy you all your drinks, making sure to keep any eye on them if you left the bar for a moment if you’re human (you probs aren’t)

you would spend the whole night together

just chatting and swapping anecdotes

flirting

he charms you with poems, jewellery and just spending time getting to know you as if he didn’t know everything already

he will flaunt his money around

“I should take you to dinner, tell me love, do you enjoy pasta?”

if your answer is yes then well than enjoy your authentic italian dish! the flight wasn’t even too long

you had both fallen off the cliff, smitten for one another

when you’re dating he absolutely follows wherever you go

accidentally

but you know better

and you don’t mind, he’s always looking out for you

long parting kisses

I’m talking tongue, with his hand tangled in your hair

ass slaps as you walk away, making you present a shy smile

when your more comfortable around each other, you don’t hesitate to do it back

a faux shock face from the hybrid

“well, love, I never listed you as the kinky type. I do say, I’m quite impressed.”

get ready for marks

he litters you in hickeys, even if they might fade by the end of the day

he’s going to try

if you’re human he’ll have you wear a vial of his blood around your neck

for emergencies

and a fun conversation for anyone who comes on to you

if he’s in a heated argument discussion with someone, his face will immediately soften when you walk through the door

“hello, love.” a passion induced coma hoods his eyes

will try to protect you from violence and danger but he does know you can handle yourself

“Klaus, I can snap a neck like a motherfucker-”

“I know, darling, but why do that when I can do it for you?”

hours of cuddles

hours

just you in his arms, with his nose nuzzled into you

he’s a softy, really

you get along with his family, it’s a given

Rebekah is literally you’re sister from another mister

shopping sprees with her unlimited credit card

knowing each other’s styles

“How did you know?” She pouts as you hand her a pair of heels that she had been eying up

she’s just overjoyed she actually had a true friend that she can trust

someone she can rely on

you are inseparable

and Klaus is absolutely jealous

“may I please have my girlfriend back, dear sister?” an edge to his tone

“if you must, you annoying rat bastard.”

but you love them

Elijah is eternally grateful for your calmness

and your ability to tame the beast

“I must say, you impress me, Miss L/n.”

you’re utterly baffled

Elijah is not an easy man to impress

but your besties anyway, now 🙄🤚

you often pick up ties that you think would suit him

he smiles and shakes his head

“I do hope you insist on keeping her around, Niklaus.” he uses a low whisper to his brother.

“I don’t assume I’m ever letting her go.”

whilst you have managed to wrap him around your little finger

he won’t hesitate to rip someone’s throat out for touching you

say you’re at a bar

he left for a moment to answer a call, his mistake

he comes back, you’re face filled with discomfort and annoyance as this poor man would not stop verbally harassing you

but that was not enough of an action for you to snap his neck yourself

but as he’s walking towards the bar, he watches as the stranger lets his hand trail down your back until he reaches your-

Klaus has already sped towards him

grabbing his hair and tearing out his throat

his chin, neck and chest are dripping with blood

your surprised at the lack of screams around you, coming to the conclusion that he must have compelled the drinkers to not bat an eye at supernatural goings-on

“are you kidding-”

“sweetheart, don’t get angry-”

“I just got blood stains from last week out of that shirt!”

he pauses his spiel, a blushing smile across his face

you weren’t repulsed by the violent display he’d put on

“have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“on occasion.” you roll your eyes, pulling him in for kiss

the blood coats around your lips but you don’t mind

“I love you too, Nik.”

that was the first time you used such an intimate nickname

and he loved it

hearing such words fall from your mouth

you both get blood drunk nightly

but refusing to feed on kids, because you have some morals

and you push Klaus to erase after eating because why draw attention to himself, he already has a healthy crowd of enemies

and that is where Elijah expresses gratitude

if you ever get kidnapped on that one occasion you were caught off guard

be ready, the cavalry are coming

a crowd of angry originals, breaking down walls and tearing out hearts

“shit! I didn’t know she had all of ‘em at her beck and call-” one of your kidnappers scream, as he watches his cronies drop to the floor

“mate, I advice you shut your mouth, in fact- I’ll do it for you-” queue Kol punching his head from his shoulders, it rolls nicely onto the floor in a pool of blood

they had you on a vervain drip

“oh, love, I’m so sorry.” Klaus is by your side, ripping out the tubes, hugging you close

Kol is your annoying little brother, but mostly a sweetheart to you

you two tend to sneak out together, infiltrating house parties

“if Nik finds us, he’ll kill you!” you scream over the music

“he can try, darling!” he howls with laughter, a bottle of his chosen alcohol spilling down his throat

he does find you

“why in the world, did you think I wouldn’t notice you leaving my side?” he caresses your cheek

“don’t torture him, we just wanted a bit of fun.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth

“I suppose you’re right, I have faith in his protection, he loves you like family.” begrudgingly letting Kol off the hook

he has fucked you on every surface in his home

“not on the dinner table, Nik-” Beks

“I eat off that counter, pests.” Kol

“Is it a rule that you have to infect every piece of furniture in our home?” Elijah

*noises of disgust* Finn

*eye roll* Freya

still counting how many public displays he can get away with

he has tied your ex to a chair and made him watch as he gave you orgasm after orgasm

I mean, he murdered him afterwards, so-

“was there any need?”

“yes.”

in his mind, you’re already together forever

he lets you be in possession of one of his daggers, just in case his family give you any problems

“you know I won’t need to use it-”

“just humour me, keep it safe.”

it’s never boring

y’all he’s in love 😻

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 12)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Brief Mention of Stillbirth

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

You didn't have time to think or react as she lunged towards you, grabbing your hair roughly and yanking you close to her face. Her venomous glare sent chills down your spine, piercing straight through your soul.

"You little slut!" she shouted furiously, enraged beyond reason while Cillian crumbled to retrieve his briefs from the floor. 

"You are going to regret this," she warned before grabbing your hair once more, twisting it cruelly in her grasp as you winced in pain. The harsh pull dragged you closer to her snarling features, causing you to whimper in fear.

"Why do you keep messing with us?" she screeched viciously, raining kicks upon you while you desperately tried to defend yourself.

"Stop, you are hurting me," you cried weakly, recoiling from another blow aimed at your ribcage as Cillian tried to shield you, only partially succeeding until, eventually, he managed to put himself between you and his infuriated wife.

"Danielle, please calm down." he begged earnestly, hoping to defuse the situation peacefully.

However, Danielle remained unfazed, livid and fueled by jealousy. Her eyes blazed with hatred as they bore into yours, leaving no doubt as to how angry she truly was.

You took a breath as Cillian had stepped in, allowing you to gather your clothes while he restrained Danielle by holding on to her wrists tightly. 

"I want this whore out of my house," she yelled and you could see Cillian's conflicted look. The pressure intensified, and soon, you felt suffocated underneath the weight of these events.

Taking advantage of the momentary silence, you turned to address them, seeking resolution amidst chaos.

"Look, maybe we should talk about this later when everyone has calmed down," you proposed, attempting to find common ground where possible. However, your proposal fell flat, as Danielle continued to rail against you bitterly before she finally managed to push past Cillian and throw you down the stairs.

"Danielle! What the hell is wrong with you?" Cillian exclaimed, horrified and bewildered by his wife's violent behavior as he raced towards you, seeing that it was clear that you had sustained a concussion from falling down the stairs.

Danielle seemed unrepentant, continuing to verbally assault you as you lay there bruised and battered, struggling to comprehend the situation. 

"Call a fucking ambulance, Danielle!" Cillian panicked, watching helplessly as blood trickled down your forehead. His earlier protective instincts returned full-force now that danger threatened the object of his obsession as he cradled you up in his arms.

"Can you hear me?" Cillian asked frantically, placing a hand on your trembling shoulder. You nodded feebly, still struggling to catch your breath and maintain consciousness due to the impact. Seeing your condition worsening, he quickly decided to call for emergency services instead of waiting for Danielle to act.

As he dialed the number and, soon enough, the sound of sirens grew increasingly audible outside. Panicking, Danielle walked off, leaving the house in a haste and Cillian did not attempt to stop her, staying by your side.

Soon, paramedics arrived and carefully carried you to the ambulance which then drove away rapidly. Once inside, the medical professionals began examining your injuries and monitoring your vital signs closely. They administered some painkillers to ease your discomfort before asking Cillian some questions regarding the incident. Trying hard to recall the sequence of events leading up to the accident, he explained the situation and they then queried as to whether he was her next of kin.

"No, I am just a friend," he responded truthfully, feeling an unexpected sense of guilt for contributing to her present predicament. 

As us arrived at the hospital, the medics advised Cillian to wait outside as the tests would require privacy.

Feeling anxious, Cillian paced back and forth nervously outside the emergency room, occasionally peering through the glass window. He couldn’t believe what happened – he knew he shouldn’t have allowed things to escalate to such dangerous levels. But somehow, the sexual tension between them proved too strong, consuming their rational minds entirely. How could something so passionate turn so brutal in the blink of an eye?

While awaiting updates on Y/N's condition, flashbacks flooded his memory, reminding him of those tender moments spent between the sheets but, just as he thought about the good times you had, your mother Sarah and Cillian's brother Frank arrived at the hospital.

He greeted them hesitantly, unsure if they knew about what had transpired and it wasn't a big surprise when Sarah started yelling at him.

"You disgusting piece of shit, I don't want you anywhere near my daughter ever again!" she screamed, her anger evident as her hands shook violently in front of her. Meanwhile, Frank, though also upset, maintained a comparatively calmer demeanor.

"Leave, Cillian. Please. Danielle called and told us everything," Frank said coolly, trying not to let his temper get the better of him.

Cillian grimaced at the mention of Danielle's name, sensing yet another potential source of conflict. Turning to Sarah, he apologized profusely, promising that he wouldn't allow anything like this to happen ever again.

"Your apologies mean nothing right now, Cillian," Sarah retorted sternly, pointing accusingly at him. "You forced yourself on my daughter when she clearly stated multiple times that she wanted none of it." As tears welled up in her eyes, she added quietly, "It sickens me to know that someone whom I trusted could be capable of such malice and you will hear from the police..." before being interrupted. 

"I did what now?" Cillian interjected in confusion, caught off guard by Sarah's accusatory tone. "Is that what Danielle has told you?" Cillian questioned, surprised by the gravity of the allegations leveled against him.

"She witnessed every bit of it firsthand," Sarah replied vehemently, her tone leaving no doubt that she believed every word Danielle had said.

"I did not force myself on Y/N, Sarah. We were intimate but all of it was consensual," Cillian argued stubbornly, clenching his jaw. 

"She is only nineteen, Cillian," Sarah countered sharply, drawing attention to the age difference between them and the power dynamics involved.

"Yes, she is, and I am not saying that I didn't fuck up, but please consider the context here," Cillian pleaded desperately, trying to explain his perspective, his heart racing anxiously. "She wanted this as much as I did, Sarah. Don't mistake our mutual desire for coercion!" He continued, aware that his argument might fall on deaf ears but unwilling to give up without making his case.

Frank listened impassively, trying to remain neutral during this confrontation despite his wife's obvious distress. Yet, even he found it difficult to ignore the glaring inconsistencies in Cillian's account compared to what Danielle reported. 

After all, how else could Sarah possibly justify Cillian's indiscretions, especially considering his high profile status within the acting community. She held onto this skepticism firmly, determined to seek justice for you but just as she was about to yell at Cillian again, the doctor emerged from your room, allowing only one person to enter.

"She is conscious and only slightly dizzy. She had a mild concussion and needed a few stiches above her left eyebrow due to the impact," announced the doctor as he approached them. "We did not find any internal bleeding and, well, the rest is confidential information," he concluded noncommittally, unable to avoid the topic but reluctant to divulge more specifics before leading Sarah into the room, at which point Frank urged Cillian to leave.

With great difficulty, Cillian obliged, turning around to exit the ER, already beginning to contemplate the future - one that held uncertainty, shame, and regret for having indulged in their forbidden love affair.

Meanwhile, behind closed doors, Sarah sat beside you and patiently waited for you to regain composure.

"Danielle told me what happened, sweetheart," she whispered gently, reaching over to stroke your hair comfortingly. Her presence alone instilled calmness throughout your body. 

"What, she told you that she pushed me down the stairs and punched me in the guts?" you said as you tried to sit up, groggy from the drugs.

"She said it was an accident," Sarah reassured, stroking your head tenderly. 

"She is full of shit. She threw me down the stairs on purpose because..." you began but stopped, too afraid to reveal the truth to you. 

"Because you slept with her husband?" Sarah guessed correctly, furious upon learning the true nature of your relationship with Cillian. 

"She said that he forced himself on you and she tried to intervene...but failed," she explained haltingly, her voice filled with anger and disappointment. 

"What?" you gasped, astonished and confused by her revelation. 

"No, Cillian didn't...oh my god..." you began to say, raising your concern. "Mum, he didn't force me to do anything. In fact, I was the one today who initiated our encounter," you confessed, feeling weary and defeated, finally admitting the truth aloud. 

"So, you are saying that this has been going on for a while and that it was consensual?" Sarah questioned incredulously, attempting to reconcile the information provided by Danielle with yours. 

"Yes, it has been going on for about a month now and absolutely all of it was consensual," you confirmed softly, cringing internally at the idea of hurting your parents further. However, knowing that the truth must come out sooner rather than later, you pressed on. 

Sarah's face turned paler as she processed the disturbing reality. The very notion of her beloved daughter engaging in illicit affairs with men old enough to be her father infuriated her beyond measure and she was furious not only with Cillian but also with you.

"I can't believe your audacity, to think that you would betray your own family like this. Cillian is not only a man with a family, but he is also Frank's brother!" she exclaimed bitterly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Didn't I raise you to respect and honor others above selfish desires?" She demanded, struggling to maintain her composure amidst her raging frustration.

Stung by her harsh condemnation, you cowered under her wrath, feeling guilty for bringing shame upon your family. 

"I am sorry, mum. I made a mistake," you admitted painfully, looking deeply into her eyes. "This entire situation sucks, and my decisions weren't exactly smart," you conceded but your honesty no longer mattered.

"Once you recover, I expect you to move out. I cannot have you living with Frank under these circumstances, nor do I wish to see Cillian again either," declared Sarah resolutely, her words carrying weight. You nodded silently, understanding the severity of the situation and acknowledging the need for some distance both physically and mentally. Your relationship with Cillian had become absolute, and your bond with your mother seemed strained too.

"But where am I going to go? I am about to have exams," you asked, suddenly struck by the sudden change in your life's course.

"You are old enough to sleep with a married man, so you are old enough to look after yourself. You will figure it out," Sarah stated bluntly, her tone lacking compassion. Unable to argue back, you agreed submissively, accepting responsibility for your mistakes. But deep inside, fear consumed you – the kind of fear that leaves a pit in your stomach and makes you feel hollow. 

With this fear consuming you, soon after your mother left, you called your best friend Emma for support. She always knew when something was wrong since childhood and when she found out that you were in hospital, she raced over immediatly.

Emma arrived at the hospital breathless, her frizzy red hair disarrayed around her flushed cheeks. Clutching a bouquet of flowers, she burst through the doorway and ran straight to your bedside, unmindful of everyone watching her.

"How bad is it?" She asked anxiously, her blue eyes brimming with worry. Without waiting for an answer, she squeezed your hand tightly, sending a silent message of solidarity and friendship. You gave her a weak smile, grateful for her loyalty.

"Not too serious, thankfully. Just a bump on my head and some bruises. Plus they put five stitches near my eyebrow," you explained briefly, not wanting to dwell on your injuries too long. Emma nodded sympathetically, placing a gentle hand on top of your cast.

"At least it wasn't worse, right?" she offered tentatively, attempting to lighten the mood. You smiled faintly, trying to forget the incident but Emma wanted to know what exactly had happened to you.

With a heavy heart, you recounted the events surrounding your relationship with Cillian and how it came crashing down. When you finished, she looked at you in horror, taking in the magnitude of the betrayals committed against you. "Oh, Y/N! Fuck!," she exclaimed, visibly upset on your behalf

Your tears threatened to spill over once more, but you managed to hold them back, knowing that expressing sadness openly would make you seem even more vulnerable than you already felt. You remained stoic, hoping to demonstrate resilience instead.

"So Cillian and you, it's over?" Emma asked thoughtfully, carefully studying your facial expressions. You paused momentarily, contemplating whether to admit another facet of your involvement with Cillian. Ultimately, you decided to disclose everything, trusting Emma's ability to handle sensitive matters responsibly.

"Yes, we're done," you answered honestly, meeting her gaze with sincerity. Emma frowned, clearly troubled by the gravity of the situation.

"You fell in love with him, didn't you?" she ventured, sensing there might be more to the story. Feeling exposed, you hesitated briefly before confirming her suspicion.

"Yes, I fell in love with him, Em." Your voice quivered, a mixture of sorrow and defiance coloring your tone. "It wasn't supposed to happen this way, but it did."

Her expression grew grim, mirroring your own feelings. She reached over and placed a gentle hand on yours, offering a token of sisterly support. "Look, maybe it won't turn out so badly after all. We could work through this together, help you get past it."

"I wish it would be that easy. My mother just kicked me out of the house, all this shit is probably going to end up in the tabloids and, well, there is something else..." you let out a long, exhausted sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

"I am pregnant," you blurted out, unable to hide the fear etched across your features any longer.

Emma's eyes widened in shock, her lips parting slightly in surprise. For several moments, neither of you spoke, absorbing the enormity of the revelation.

"How the fuck did this happen?" Emma asked in disbelief, still processing the news. "When did you find out?" She queried, concerned about your well-being both physically and emotionally.

"Just earlier, when they were running some blood tests," you replied quietly, glancing away momentarily. A single teardrop escaped your eye, trailing slowly down your cheek. 

"Does Cillian know?" Emma questioned gravely, her brow furrowed with concern.

"He doesn't and he won't need to. I am not going to have a baby right now," you responded solemnly, feeling immense guilt about concealing such crucial information from the person responsible for creating this predicament.

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[batterygarden]

even more bf Denji hcs

Part 3; F!reader, suggestive moment MDNI, college age, very miscellaneous

m.list , part 1, part 2

One time you were complaining about your lower back aching all day and Denji was sick of it. “I could just crack your back right now and ya wouldn’t have to be hurting.” “Denji you’re not a chiropractor, it’s fine.” “A what? Here, just turn around.” You hesitantly faced the other way and Denji swiftly karate chopped your spine so hard it knocked the wind out of you. Then somehow your back did feel kinda better.

Animals absolutely love this man. Kids too. It kinda hurts your feelings that they seem to forget you’re there the second Denji walks in a room, but there’s just something about his energy that has them gravitating. Even your own kin!! Your own little cousins and family members. Like you’ll show up to a dinner without him and when they see you’re alone it’s all frowns and “Where’s Denji? Why didn’t he come?” 

Sometimes Denji’s openness with strangers leads to the wrong idea, and, occasionally, Denji will get hit on despite having a girlfriend. If no one else is there to notice, he honestly just gives a polite yet firm “I have a girlfriend.” in response. But on one occasion it happened while you were standing next to him, and, not wanting you to feel jealous, Denji crossed his arms and scowled. “Can’t ya see my lover standing right here?? Get lost, champ! I’d never be interested in you or anyone but her! >:-(“ 

The person promptly apologized and left. “Denji.. I’m glad you’re loyal but you didn’t have to do all that.” 

Denji has to mumble sorry in between kisses when he accidentally bites you. “No it’s okay, I like a little biting!” “Oh yeah?” He smirks then deliberately chomps hard on your lower lip. ”Ow! Not like that.” “sorry.” 

He is a talented sleeper! Before he met you, you could have named any location and Denji would have claimed to be able to nap there. Now that you’re in the picture though, Denji’s gotten a little more high maintenance. He still thinks he could fall asleep anywhere—but now it’s only if you’re there too. Denji feels your absence, he can’t relax the same way he used to be able to without you. So he has to be really tired and in a comfy bed to fall asleep somewhere you’re not. 

Speaking of sleep, napping together is one of Denji’s love languages. You have to be cuddling though, or at the very least holding hands, or else it isn’t the same. Denji’s favorite napping position is one where his head’s on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. He’s always happy spooning too. 

“Y’smell kinda nice.” Oh yeah? Only kinda? “No no very nice. Like, you smell like uhh.. that freezuh stuff you use.” My freesia perfume?? Thanks.

He’s a sassy texter for certain :(

You text him you won’t be home for another 30 minutes and he thumbs down the message and sends back “ugh! 😒” 

“If there was a zombie apocalypse I’d so die cause of you.” “Huh!” “I just know we’d be fucking scavenging in some old supermarket and I’d be getting us food and weapons and you’d be riskin’ it all to try and stock up on your see-rah vay face wash or somethin’” “You mean my Cera Ve cleanser??” 

He’d rent one of those electric scooters to ride around town and then immediately crash it. You have to make him wear a helmet next time. 

He narrates random things he’s doing. He did it all the time growing up with Pochita, and old habits die hard. You find it endearing! Sometimes it’s just mumbling “okay now I’m gonna get dish soap and put some on the plate… and now we gotta scrub it clean..” 

He’s careful as hell when trying out new kinks with you. He doesn’t want to hurt you and he cares so much that you’re comfortable!! Like if you’re asking for some bdsm he’s down to try! He is kinky too! But like… constant check-ins at first. And a safe word for sure. 

He will EAT UP some deez nuts jokes 😞. The day you were craving a Wendy’s frosty around him was the day you lost peace.

A mall trip with Denji… oh my god he’d have a ball. Getting Cinnabon and trying on a million pairs of shoes—there’s so much to do! Then you start tugging his hand towards the Victoria’s Secret and his cheeks almost burn off. He pretends like he’s been in there before and it’s no big deal but his brain is on red alert Where am I supposed to look??? 

Like he’s touched underwear before! While doing laundry and while looking for things in your dresser and most importantly while you were wearing it, but he can’t help but feel like a perv doing it in public. So when you ask him to “feel how soft this bra is,” he has to triple check no one is paying attention to him first.

This man is a board game CHEATER. And he’s never ever as sneaky about it as he thinks he is. He’ll ask you to leave the room to get something for him at the most convenient times and you’ll come back to missing chess pieces or your hand of cards laying in a different position. If Power is there she’s an automatic co-conspirator; you may as well give up and admit defeat the easy way. 

He’s convinced you have magic kisses—and maybe it’s a placebo situation but your lips do seem to carry healing properties for him. His headaches will go away. His sinuses will clear. He’ll get a boost of energy. You can always motivate him with them. If he was stuck in the desert for thirty days he’d take a kiss from you before taking water. 

kinda short but im thinkin im going to try and post csm stuff at least every csm tuesday! also sorry i've been slow on requests--I appreciate them and am working on them just slow bc im busy! I updated info ab those in masterlist <3

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Extra 1 - "Solitary Fallen Star & Foreign-Born Kin"

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In which the Traveler and Paimon unknowingly come across a mysterious adeptus by the name of Sky Weaver while the two are exploring near the sparsely populated cliffsides of Mt. Mingyuan. Or; In which the long-forgotten tale of the adeptus Sky Weaver is uncovered by Aether from the lips of the various Adepti of the Nation of Liyue and the people who know them.

Prologue | Part 1 | (1.5) | Part 2 | (2.5) | Part 3 | (3.5) | Part 4 | (4.5) | Part 5 | (5.5) | Part 6 | (6.5) | Epilog | Extra 1 | Extra 2

                                                                                                   

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"Hey Traveler..."

Paimon mumbles as she closes her little fist onto the fabric of her pillowcase; drooping eyes fighting to stay open.

The golden blonde turns his head from the book in his hands to face her; his long unbraided hair swaying with the movement of his head. He marks his page half-mindedly and sets his reading material aside, providing the small girl with his full attention.

"Yes Paimon?" 

Aether answers her softly, eyes patient and curious.

"When you find your sister..."  

The small girl whispers as she fidgets and plays with her fingers; a nervous habit that she developed through their time together.

"When you find her... you're going to leave right?"  

Aether pauses; he hadn't really thought of that. What will he do after Lumine finally stops running from him? After she finally decides that he's ready to be with her... 

Actually, now that he thought about it, this wasn't fair. Why is he forced to go and look for her while she knows where he is at any given time? Why doesn't she just tell him what she's doing? Who she's fighting for? What are her plans? As her brother, he would follow her to the ends of the earth... so why is she doing this? Doesn't she understand how painful this is for him?

The golden blonde stares down at his lap in thought; does he... really need to find his sister? Is he doing this because he wants to or out of the moral obligation of being her brother?

Lumine... Aether loves Lumine... but...

"To... to answer your question, Paimon, it's very likely."  

Aether spoke absentmindedly, his mind still preoccupied with his racing thoughts.

The fairy-like girl watches as her friend stares into space. She figures that he's just now thinking about the circumstances that he's been forced into. Her white hair bounces as she sits up; eyes filled with sympathy.

"Hey Trav—... Hey Aether?"  

Paimon calls to him softly, her little hand reaching out and tugging at his borrowed night clothes.

The boy looks up at her, listening but still dazed with thoughts. He only mutters a quiet 'Yeah?' as he absentmindedly plays with a lock of his kinky golden blonde hair.

"When you guys go... c‐can you please– can you please take Paimon with you? P‐paimon doesn't want you to leave her behind..."  

Paimon whimpers with wobbly lip; tears beginning to gather and bead up on her thick lashes.

Aether blinks; the small girl's teary eyes snapping back to reality and prompting him to wipe away her tears with the pads of his thumb. He smiles softly, the upward curve of his lips filled with love and gentleness.

"Paimon... I don't know if I ever told you this, but for a while now, I've considered you my little sister. Family never leaves each other behind."  

The golden blonde answers sincerely, raising a hand to carefully ran his fingers through her soft white hair.

'—or at least, they aren't supposed to.' He finishes in his thoughts.

Even if Lumine continues to shy away from him, at least he has Paimon here with him to keep him company.

"You know... you've cried an awful lot these past few days, I'm surprised you even have any tears left in you. Maybe that's why you eat so much.~"  

Aether coos as he teasingly, but lightly, pushes her head down and ruffles her hair.

Paimon squeals at the weight on her and her friends playful jab, smack her little fists into his thigh in defiance.

"HEY! Paimon thought that we were having a moment! Quite being mean or Paimon will definitely hide all your Mora!"  

The small girl growls at him, her cheeks puffed up in irritation.

Yeah... maybe– maybe Aether can put off finding Lumine for the time being. He loves her... but maybe it's time for him to be selfish. Just for a little while...

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[lilyrizzy]

i thought the dash could use some silly fic but i acc wrote this as a gift for my darling @catofthecanals289. Thank you for being my best friend and supporting me through my terrible masters degree. i love you <;3

“Daniel.”

There’s something about Max’s tone of voice, a cautious sing-song that has Daniel looking up from his book, turning towards him in the bed.

“Max,” he answers, mirroring his pitch.

Between his legs, his dick starts to twitch. Hoping-

Besides him, Max looks- Nervous, but not scared. Kind of the same way he looks right before he shocks Daniel into pleasure, asking for something so kinky that Daniel would never come up with on his own, but doesn’t know how not to want once Max puts it on the table.

There’s a slight pink glow to the top of his cheeks, and Max is chewing at his mouth. Daniel’s eyes get caught there, taking in the way the blood rushes back into his plump bottom lip as his teeth finally let go. Daniel takes off his glasses, letting them clatter onto the bedside table behind, not taking his eyes from Max.

“I think we need to get married.”

Well. Not for that.

“What?” Daniel asks, dragging his gaze up and away from Max’s mouth, to his eyes as he feels his own go wide. “We need to- Max, what?”

Max sighs, putting his own evening entertainment- some horrendous sim live stream playing on his phone- down onto the table too, the one on his side. When he’s done, he just looks at Daniel’s face. Assessing.

“I need to tell you something.” As he says it, he sinks lower into the bed.

So many possibilities run through Daniel’s brain all at once, ranging from the terrifying to the ridiculous, while a noise that sounds suspiciously like TV static starts to ring in his ears. Max being deported from Monaco, police breaking into their apartment to drag him kicking and screaming from their bed in the dead of night. Max signing over some next-of-kin documents in a startlingly white doctors office, Max-

“Baby, what, you’re scaring me,” he croaks, panicked, because Max still hasn’t said anything, hasn't done anything other than look at Daniel with his wide blue eyes.

He just groans, scrubbing a hand over his face roughly.

“Okay,” he relents, as though it’s Daniel who has brought up this topic of conversation- whatever it is about- to begin with, “but you cannot be angry, of course, I did not mean for this to happen.”

For what to happen, Daniel wants to demand, but instead he swallows against the pit of wriggling snakes in his stomach, trying to keep them from crawling up and out of his mouth. Nods.

“I won’t get mad,” he promises because he knows Max will need to hear it, and he hopes that whatever he is about to hear won’t make him a liar.

Max nods, solemn, believing Daniel as easy as always. It soothing, a little. Makes it easier to remember that they love each other. How bad could it be, how-

“Victoria thinks we are getting married.”

The words tumble from Max in one long rush, ends bleeding with the beginnings. For a moment Daniel just blinks at him.

“Is that it?” He asks, when Max doesn’t say anymore. Max scowls at him, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. Daniel can’t help the way it draws his eyes there, to where he is so lovely and plush like his mouth, and it only makes Max look madder when he looks back to his face.

“What do you mean, ‘is that it?’” He repeats, “of course it is important if she thinks we are, and then we are not.”

“Max,” Daniel tries, letting out a startled, barking laugh, “I thought you were being sent back to Holland. Or, like, needed a medical next of kin or something, what- Why does Victoria think we are getting married?”

That has the petulant look falling from Max’s face, replaced by something sheepish. Daniel can’t help but grin.

“She, um, she saw,” Max starts, the pink on his cheeks turning to crimson. “In the car, when we drove to the store, of course, for nappies last time she was here with the babies, she- In the glove box. She found the receipt for, your. Your present.”

Takes a moment to click.

“Oh,” Daniel says, thinking about what it must have been like for Victoria, Max’s sister, to find a receipt in the glove box that said “2.5 carat diamond,” with a hefty price tag next to it, for it actually to be- “Oh.”

It’s impossible to keep the giggles contained then, fizzing out from his lips like shaken champagne.

Max picks up the pillow from behind his head and thumps Daniel over the head with it.

“It is not funny,” he insists, voice cracked and high like it always gets when he’s feeling indignant. “Daniel, it- She thinks of course that I brought you an engagement ring.”

Daniel picks up the pillow from Max’s hands and gives Max a thump right back. He’s in a relationship with an idiot.

“And you didn’t just tell her the truth?” Daniel asks. Then, wiggling his eyebrows at Max, “that it was a different kind of jewelery.”

Max snatches the pillow back, shoving it behind his head with an eye roll.

“Oh yes,” he starts, mocking, “when my sister is getting teary eyed, and telling me ‘oh Max, I am so happy for you, you two are so happy together,’ and all of this, to say, ‘actually sorry Victoria, the diamond is for Daniel’s dick.’”

Which- The way Max says dick, it’s just rude.

“Hey!” Daniel protests, covering his dick as though to protect it from Max’s words, “you love my diamond dick. You wouldn’t have dropped 50 bags on it if you didn’t, baby.”

“Yes but I do not need my sister to know this, Daniel.” Max looks at Daniel like he’s grown a second head, or is having a stroke or something. Or like he’s just said he’s going to drive for Williams instead of Alpha Tauri next year. “That is too-“

“So the answer is to get married?” Daniel interrupts with a laugh that sounds a little more hysterical even to his own ears. “Do you even want to get married?”

Daniel doesn’t expect for the way Max’s eyes drop down into his lap then. The way his his fat bottom lip goes right back between his teeth. Fingertips twisting into the duvet covers, Daniel feels like an idiot, because-

“Max,” he says again, gentler, “do you want to get married?”

Max shrugs, still not looking up at him.

“I do not think it would be so bad,” he mumbles, and Daniel has to reach for him then, to tilt his chin up. “To be married, it- Victoria is right, we are happy together.”

Both Verstappen’s are right. They are. Happy in a way that would have felt impossible to Daniel five years ago, if you’d told him he’d be 34 and back driving for Torro-Rosso-come-Alpha-Tauri. A kind of happiness that bloomed from shared podiums and hotel rooms but weathered the storm when everything else fell away.

“We are happy,” he agrees nodding, and because he has to, he leans in and kisses Max. “Happy enough to lock it down, I’d say.”

Max pulls back and looks at him then, uncertain in a way Daniel never wants him to be again, not when it’s about the rest of their lives.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah,” Daniel promises, “though I want a do over, Verstappen, with an even bigger diamond. This was the shittiest proposal ever.”

Max’s laugh, the way he falls into Daniel’s touch, it's all the diamonds, silver and gold in the world.

—

Later, after Max has shown Daniel just how much he appreciates his dick piercing after all, an idea pops into Daniel’s brain.

“Max,” he whispers against the back of his sweaty neck, where Daniel’s nose was pressed because Max is indulging him in cuddling tonight. “Max, what if- I could always leak my nudes to your sister. To save us all the hassle of a wedding.”

It’s a joke, of course. Daniel has already come around the idea of his special day and then a few weeks of bliss on a remote island together somewhere after.

Max sighs.

“Daniel, do not make me divorce you already.”

[vanillachaiwhiskey]

haven't posted any of my succubus kin boards yet. this is one of them, featuring feedist undertones.

i see myself as the non-sexual kink equivalent of a succubus/incubus/concubus (i prefer succubus despite not being a woman, for a variety of reasons).

as a kink alter whose existence is fundamentally tied to something nsfw and who thrives off of and feels most healthy when engaging it, i feel like a succubus best represents what i am on a literal level.

[id: a moodboard featuring the following: a cake with deep red icing swirled on like roses; a red neon heart-shaped light on a wall; the silhouette of a femme person with devil horns and a tail against a red background; a dark red lollipop held between dark red lips; red ridged rope candies. end id.]

[renadactyl]

Introduction!

Hello! You can call me Ren or William and I go by he/they/it pronouns. I’m quite new to Tumblr so I do apologize for any mistakes I may make along the way while I get to know this social media. I’m a multi-fandom fanfiction author, and I’m always open to certain requests! Here’s some more about me so you know what fandoms I write for and what I will and won’t write:

Fandoms I’ll Write For

ANIME:

Moriarty the Patriot (favorite fandom)

Jujutsu Kaisen (fourth favorite fandom)

Neon Genesis Evangelion (fifth favorite fandom)

Bungou Stray Dogs

Spy x Family

Attack on Titan

Death Note

Haikyuu!

LIVE ACTION TV SHOWS/MOVIES:

BBC Sherlock (third favorite fandom)

Fleabag

The X Files

Game of Thrones

The Artful Dodger

VIDEO GAMES:

Genshin Impact

The Arcana (second favorite fandom) (still in the middle of playing all the routes, but I’m already obsessed)

BOOKS/BOOK SERIES:

Sherlock Holmes (series of short stories written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

MUSICALS:

Les Miserables

Sweeney Todd

Hamilton

Moulin Rouge

Cabaret

Be More Chill

“Will and Won’t”s

Will do angst, fluff, comfort, smut, whatever you can imagine. I’m willing to write incredibly graphic and intense works, but when it comes to smut, nothing too kinky. And please, although it shouldn’t even have to be said, do not request smut for characters under the age of eighteen (I won’t do aged up versions of minor characters either).

Will do almost any ship, but there are some ships I won’t write for, specifically abusive ships and ships including incest or ships with large age gaps. Other than that, I’m pretty open for even some of the most wildest ships. There’s also a few characters I may refuse to write certain types of fanfiction for because of personal reasons such as them being a triggering character for me (such as Asuka from NGE), me despising their character because they’re a disgusting person (such as Mori from BSD), and etcetera.

Will do character x reader works, polyamory “x reader” works, and other various forms of that genre. I’m fine with pretty much anything.

Will do works featuring mental disorders including depression, anxiety, autism, ADHD, etcetera. I’m very open to whatever and whatever headcanons you may want me to include!

Basic DNI/WON’TS including: racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, pedophilia, sexism, anti-abortion… along those lines.

For more info on me, here are some little facts!

I have diagnosed autism, depression, and anxiety. I have undiagnosed ADHD.

I’m omni-pansexual and arospike.

I identify as a demiboy

I like to analyze characters a lot, resulting in plenty of essays on some of the characters from my favorite fandoms (especially BSD). If you ever want to request an analysis, that’s totally welcome too!

My top eight kins are William James Moriarty, Satoru Gojo, Julian Devorak, (BBC) Sherlock Holmes, Kaeya, Ranpo Edogawa, Fleabag, and Osamu Dazai.

My current top five favorite ships are Sherliam (from MTP), Kawoshin (from NGE), Satosugu (from JJK), Johnlock (from BBC Sherlock), and Asrian (from The Arcana).

I am unhealthily obsessed right now with The Arcana’s Asra.

[insecateur]

hello new followers informative post

this is my informative about post of sorts, always subject to change but i'll probably have changed it by the time i reblog it again anyway so don't worry about it it's fine.

who am i: i'm samifer but you can call me sam. i'm over 30 and french. i post art and fic and i care too much about lysandre from pokémon xy

what goes on here: shenanigans. mostly i post (ship) art, links to my (ship) fic, and whatever goes on through my head. a lot of what goes on through my head is not worksafe so if you're under 16 (at the very most) or you don't want to risk seeing kinky stuff semi-regularly you should probably not follow this account. i flag my art as needed but i typically don't flag my posts because i just don't feel like it. so if you don't want the word "cock" or talk of obliterating a fictional character's balls on your dashboard, well. bye i guess

i am french so sometimes i post in french or reblog things that have to do with france or french people or being multilingual, all of that

i don't have a dni/dnf or anything of the sorts i just don't really care. if you annoy me i'll block you and it's no skin off my nose as they say. just please don't tag my art as kin or with self-shipping stuff. i don't mind it in general i just don't want it associated with my art (especially of lysandre but i'd rather not at all honestly)

my art tag is #samart, my fic tag is #samfic, my tag for posts that remind me of lysandre is #blorbo, i tag my sycamore/lysandre art #perfectworldshipping and my sycamore/lysandre reblogs #prfr.

links and other places to find me at: i usually crosspost my art on twitter and some of it i post on pixiv. i post my fic on ao3 and dreamwidth. if you want more links and info you can check out my rentry. finally, if you have questions or if you just want to tell me about whatever, feel free to send me an ask. thank you!

[spidersays]

How to start a local Hypnokink group

This is a barebones set of advice and steps that the leaders of Mind Play RVA took to open their local hypnosis group, spread in the hopes of revitalizing or wholesale creating more local hypnosis kink groups. No two groups are the same, and no two groups are going to encounter the same stumbling blocks. Take this as ‘a list of things that I wish I’d thought about or known beforehand’ more than anything else. I will try to organize this as best I can, but I am an agent of chaos - it is best if you just read the whole thing. Ideas flow from each other fairly freely. Consider each bulletpoint a ‘thread’, not a ‘list’

Prologue: Who we are

Mind Play RVA (MPRVA) is a hypnosis workshop that meets on the last Saturday of every month in Richmond, Virginia. MPRVA is only about five months old. We managed to create a local hypnosis group, time will tell whether it is at all a durable group.

Section 1: The Big Things

Get involved in your local kink scene.

I cannot stress how important this is. The amount of support MPRVA recieved from other leaders in the Richmond community cannot be overstated. We recieved almost all of the advice I am distributing now from those local leaders - scheduling, formatting, a list of bad actors and predators in the local community. We even had a leader offer to act as security for our group when she attends.

This will also let you gauge whether your local scene needs a hypnosis group. There might be a small or underground group that doesn’t advertise itself that you could join. There might be nobody into hypnosis in your local scene.

If there are educational groups in your local scene- present for them! Teach a hypnosis 101 class to a TNG group. This will allow people to discover the kink, and also teach them that you’re trustworthy. Few people will attend a new group lead by people who aren’t trusted by other trusted members of the community.

This will also let you gauge whether your local scene is hostile to the idea of a hypnosis group, or hostile to you or your members.

Many local kink scenes have a significant racism problem. Try and sus that out, even if you are not a person of color or nobody you know is. This will affect how you go about engaging with the rest of your community, as a group.

Acknowledge that this will take a lot of time - and some amount of money

You will need to invest significant time and possibly significant amounts of money to make and maintain a group. Everything from organizing a space to meet, buying seating for your membership. Little things.

MPRVA is lucky enough to have found a space that will allow us to meet for free. We are incredibly lucky in this manner. Most people will likely spend significant amounts of money on their space - or require an entry fee, or money for food in the cases of munches that meet in restaruants, so that the space can earn that money from the membership themselves.

Find your format

Figure out what kind of group you want to form. I have broad ‘categories’ - Munches, Educationals, Workshops, Play Parties, Retreats, and Cons.

Munches might be the easiest event to organize - they typically meet in a bar or other food-providing venue. They might also occur in public parks. Munches are typically just ‘meetings’, show up, eat a sandwich, and talk about your kink. Depending on the size and regularity of your group, you may not even need to tell the restaurant that you are meeting there, or the nature of your group.

Educational groups tend to have some sort of presentation at some or all of their meetings - topics such as Hypnosis 101, Kin-aesthetic inductions. Any kind of group that provides education. These groups tend to need a little bit more space, and a little bit more privately - you’ll be having a single person or group talk fairly loudly about a kinky topic.

Workshops are like educational groups, but also provide space and opportunity to practice the topics taught during the educational portion. These typically require more space, and require quieter spaces than other groups - especially for hypnosis groups, where it might be difficult for new subjects to fall into trance with many distractions.

Retreats and Cons are outside the scope of this document. An example of a retreat are small kink ‘camps’ that sometimes get organized - either invite-only or with limited tickets, such as Deep Mind Darkwood. Charmed is a hypnosis convention.

Find a space

This is the biggest stumbling block that most groups come across. You will need space to organize people, and you will need sufficient enough space to sort people.

Get creative with this! Groups in Richmond meet at all kinds of locations - from people’s houses, to people’s basements. There is a local goth/industrial bar that hosts kink events here. If your local scene has rope dojos or dungeon spaces, reach out to those, as they are often willing to host other kink groups. MPRVA meets in a queer-run members-only gym that one of our leaders happened to be a member of!

Depending on the format of your group, you may need to disclose the purpose of your group to the space you are organizing in. Many locations will not allow a kink group to meet there. I encourage being open and honest with the space you are organizing with, if doing so does not put you or your members at risk.

Space consideration is extra important now that we are in a neverending pandemic. Consider the space’s ventilation system, and ensure that you have enough space for your members to spread out.

Advertise    

Advertise your group on FetLife. Advertise your group at local munches or educational events. Advertise your group on Instagram, if you’re willing to! Nobody will attend your group if they don’t know it exists!

Get good at speaking

If your group is not simply a munch (and even if it is), develop public speaking skills. Learn how to project, learn the confidence to stand in front of a crowd and talk about a topic you’re not used to talking about. Spend some time taking a community college course on public speaking, take theater classes, or just run too many Dungeons and Dragons groups. Whatever it is you need to do - you need to know how to carry yourself with an amount of confidence that makes people believe you can run a good event.

Temper your expectations

Prepare for all of your work to come to nothing. Prepare to spend money, energy, and social capital, and for nobody but you and your friends to show up. Temper your expectations.

My advice is to only put in as much effort as you would do to organize a club for your friends. If you get more turnout than just that, be ecstatic.

Section 2: The Little Things, and the Unfun things.

Consider not using the word Hypnosis in relation to your group, at least in print

Some states and localities regulate the use of the word Hypnosis. It might be illegal to use it. Find out!

Hypnosis is often a banned term, due to credit card companies banning transactions relating to erotic hypnosis - Fetlife’s policies are inconsistent, but there has been at least one purge of hypnosis groups organizing on it, and (I believe) it doesn’t allow new groups to form using the word.

Legal issues

Depending on the laws in your area, erotic hypnosis (and other forms of kink) could possibly land you in legal trouble if police or legislators take note of you. Keep it in mind.

Reputation issues

Will you be impacted if you are found to be leading a kink group? Think about your job and your personal life.

Hypnosis has a really bad reputation - some of it is deserved, and some of it is misinformation. Many kink people - especially older ones - don’t believe that hypnosis kink can be done consensually. Develop a plan to explain hypnosis and consent - and be prepared for some people to dismiss you anyway

Cops

Even if you are doing nothing illegal, you may have issues with police showing up. Have a plan in mind - to hide your activities, to explain the situation, to protect vulnerable members of your group. It is better to have a plan and not need it than to be caught with your pants down when the cops knock.

Police are often used as a weapon by bad actors. If you kick somebody from you group, they might decide to call the cops on you next time you are meeting.

Rulebreakers

Have a plan in mind for how to deal with people who are disruptive to your group. Do you talk with them first? Do you have a three-strikes policy? Do you have a hard-line stance?

Have another plan in mind on how to deal with predators - either known or unknown - that attend your group. My advice is to simply bar them entry, but things may not be so simple - especially if they’re willing to be physically violent.

To that matter - have a plan for how to physically remove somebody from your group who isn’t willing to simply leave when told. Find out your local laws, and the rules for the space you are organizing.

Group durability

I hope that you are organizing with like-minded indivduals. Even then, friendships sour and breakups occur. Consider (if accessible to you) forming your group with a set of bylaws - form a nonprofit if you must - with the ability to remove members from leadership without the organization itself falling apart under the strain. If you must sign a contract with a space to organize your group, try to have a legal entity that is not an individual leader that can be liable for that contract.

[pyropsychiccollector]

Natsu Harem: Fairy GET! 10/14

We're getting there~... (人◕ω◕) Last five? Hmm~... (人◕ω◕)

Yes, the next spotlight goes to the last "Li'l Sis" type~.... Meredy. (人◕ω◕) ... If you wanna be kinky, Meredy Milkovich. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)

When did they meet?

Officially, Natsu met Meredy-chan after Fairy Sphere sent the Fairy Tail members seven years in the future. (人◕ω◕) While training for the Grand Magic Games, Crime Sorciere approaches Team Natsu to offer them support... For the sake of tracking down a Zeref-esque person during the games. But also to repay Fairy Tail a little for giving them a second chance at life. (人◕ω◕)

Meredy was one of the Seven Kin of Purgatory, taken in by Ultear after they wrecked her village. Though Meredy was crushed to eventually learn the truth of the tragedy that plagued her childhood, she forgave Ultear and wished for her to live. Technically, Meredy viewed Ultear as a mother figure... But as I've been changing things for this harem-verse... Well, put simply Meredy-chan sees herself more as an imouto for Ultear. (人◕ω◕)

At any rate... Natsu never got to meet Meredy in the initial conflict on Tenrou Island. Ultear granting Team Natsu the power of Second Origin is the first time he met Meredy. (人◕ω◕) And put simply, Natsu wasn't focusing on her too much... He was too busy, uh...

... Too caught up in his "crossdressing Ultear" misunderstandings. (人◕ω◕);;; But that's... fine. Meredy was happy to see Juvia again. I mean, just look at these goobers~...

Still, during this time together between Crime Sorciere and Fairy Tail... There's nothing that says Natsu and Meredy couldn't have talked some. After all, Erza was being weird with Blueberry again, and that makes Natsu sour and bitter... He could have been doing something to distract himself, and Meredy noticed he was gloomy and not like his usual self. Natsu knows Meredy as a friend to Juvia, and thinks she's a pretty sweet girl. She shouldn't hafta worry about his problems with Jellal, though.... So Natsu does his best to pick himself up and not show the strain~... Meredy's not a dumb-dumb, tho. She can tell Natsu's suppressing his feelings... But she doesn't pry right away. They'll have plenty of time to get to know one another.(人◕ω◕)

When did they get closer?

Another change to the timeline is that during the dragon invasion, Ultear doesn't use Last Ages. Like... I understand the "need" to with characters dying, but if you're going to undo all those deaths with one character's sacrifice... Why not just go all the way and have situations where they nearly die, but manage to survive against all odds? Ultear can still feel pressured to use Last Ages with everyone's lives at stake... Remember, there's no drama between Kagura, Millianna, Erza, and Jellal. Simon's still alive. And while Ultear still claims to be responsible for "possessing" Jellal, there's not hatred from Kagura or Millianna over it... So really, Ultear leaning toward casting Last Ages to save everyone, it's really just the uncertainty of seeing so many dragons overwhelm the capital. That's all.

... Which is why Natsu talking Ultear out of using Last Ages is pretty important. (人◕ω◕) Through dumb luck, Future Rogue knocking him off of Motherglare led Natsu to encounter Ultear during that crucial moment of consideration, pondering what to do... And Natsu can tell Ultear's at her wit's end; he knows whatever she's thinking about doing, it'll be throwing away her life. After she and Meredy helped save him from Future Rogue's shadow... Natsu doesn't want Ultear to die. (人◕ω◕) So he gives her the courage to keep fighting, regardless of what happens here. Natsu declares they'll win. Somehow. And Ultear believes him. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)

I bring this up because Natsu keeping Ultear alive, that's a big reason for Meredy to grow more curious and interested in the Dragon Slayer. Natsu didn't have to take a moment to raise Ultear's spirits; not with how crazy everything was with all the dragons around... But he had a big enough heart to see Ultear was in a sensitive, vulnerable moment... and he helped her out. He helped save Big Sis. (人◕ω◕) This leads Meredy to sneakily visit Fairy Tail sometimes. Just cuz Crime Sorciere is branded as criminals, doesn't mean Meredy can help restrain her curiosity. Besides~... She can learn about Natsu and visit Juvia. Win-win, right? (人◕ω◕)

At first Natsu doesn't know what to make of Meredy's visits. He rolls with them cuz it's what she wants to do, but it's still weird to him to see a non-guild member around so... "frequently". (Okay, so Meredy's visiting him every couple weeks, but she just looks so perky whenever she's hanging around him - how can Natsu say no to that?)

Sooner or later Tartaros rolls around. Then the one-year training trip with Fairy Tail "disbanded", and even with Natsu travelling around with the Strauss siblings... He still ends up seeing Meredy a lot more often, in addition to Sayla. (人◕ω◕) And after the war with Alvarez, Crime Sorciere is pardoned, and they wind up officially joining Fairy Tail. Natsu and Meredy's friendship very much deepens after that. (人◕ω◕)

When did friendship turn to something more?

I've talked at length about Meredy making frequent visits to Fairy Tail... and Natsu... before eventually being pardoned. (人◕ω◕) But every time, Ultear is there to round Meredy up and get them back on the road before the Council or Rune Knights cotton on to their presence around Magnolia. (人◕ω◕) Neechan is very grouchy about Meredy always finding some way to sneak off to Magnolia... But it's not for the upstanding, responsible reasons that she claims... Nah. Neechan wants her time with Natsu, too. And Meredy taking that frequent initiative to go see him... Well, how could Ultear not capitalize on that? (人◕ω◕) Natsu hugs her every time they meet. He's very warm. ... And affectionate. ... And maybe Ultear doesn't mind Natsu's head nuzzling into her chest~... Accusations of crossdressing be damned. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)

I bring this up cuz Meredy and Ultear grow pretty fond of Natsu during their time together in the months and years after the GMG. Especially after joining Fairy Tail and Team Natsu. (人◕ω◕) Sure, Erza and a few others are rather grumpy at the two getting so close to the Pyro.... But you can't blame them. Natsu has much love to give, and he's rather charming. He's the cute type of pervert, the oblivious type and not the womanizing type. (人◕ω◕)

It doesn't take much negotiating between Meredy and Ultear to share Natsu. They can both tell he means a lot to one another. Meredy wants loads of pink-haired babies between them, and is eager to share with Juvia and Ultear. (人◕ω◕) Natsu finds it cool to share the same hair color. And Meredy is rather voluptuous herself, and he frequently takes up her offers of hugs, too. Planting his face first into her lovely bosom, too. (人◕ω◕) It's not really known "when" these two first fell for each other... It just happened. Eventually they came out as a couple, which everyone already knew about long before them.

... Needless to say, Meredy's use of Maguilty Sense is very useful... and deadly... during kinky time. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)

[shehungthemoon]

My maybe not-so-kinky @alexinchainsfest wishlist because I'm really too soft at heart for anything else 🤍🔗

It's just a single loop, but Alex still feels like it's a tight and comforting chain around his ring finger nonetheless, invisibly tying him to someone else (💍)

Alex chains himself to something very, very stupid--and something Yassen wants (a briefcase set to self-destruct, a human target, a fucking boat, something physical, anything to force Yassen's hand)

Alex is bound around his eyes and ears--he's going to have to rely on touch alone to get out of this one.

Alex is living the life of a spy, just like Tom said, and is slowly losing everyone around him. He does something drastic to make sure that Yassen can never get rid of him. (metaphorical chains this time)

Yassen legally binds Alex to him, and Alex may or may not even know (next of kin, in the will, medical contact, etc.)

[ix-c-999]

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A plurid in which kink affects the rest of a system's identity in a collective way, outside of just identifying as kinky. This is not the same thing as collectively identifying as kinky, although it can involve that. This is when kink or being kinky affects other aspects of the system's identity, such as kintypes, genders, system roles, hobbies, etc. For example, this could involve the system frequently having kins/introjects related to kink, genders or orientations that are affected by kink, system roles to which kink is relevant (e.g. kink holder), feeling that the system's functions are affected by kink, collectively creating kink content, or other ways being kink can affect identity or a system collectively. This could be considered similar to being kinkbased but as an identity label in and of itself, and in a way that particularly affects other aspects of identity.

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