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i absolutely need to make a boy pick out a cock for me to use and then bounce him on it.

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sometimes I think about a group of dommes blindfolding a sub to write degrading things on their body and then when they take the blindfold off they've actually written a bunch of praise and the sub gets super embarrassed

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ok but listen: guys with sensitive nips tho.

pinching a dude’s nips after edging him for an obscenely long time and listening to him actually lose all coherency and be reduced to a squirmy, moaning mess???

[sadistic domme gf has entered the chat] ❤️

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Bottoms that get shy and try to hide their face when you reach between their legs >>>

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"Ay mami, que rico sabes. Que bella es mi princesa. Quisiera quedarme entre tus piernas para siempre cariño." L says as he slowly eats K out. K only lets out another moan, mind too hazy from pleasure to be able to do anything else. "Cum for me amor. Se una buena muñeca por papi." He says before harshly sucking on K's clit. K lets out another moan before squirting, soaking L's face and the bedsheets. L presses a kiss on K's clit before moving up and whispering "Buen trabajo mami" ~ amethyst

(one google translate later) mhmm I’m weak for that last kiss

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Kinktober Day 29 - Sleepy Sex

When Eren stirred he didn’t have to think long to figure out what woke him. He’d recognize Jean’s breathy moans anywhere, even still sluggish and warm with sleep. Cracking one eye open against the early sunlight streaking through the blinds he found their boyfriend with the blankets kicked away, wearing nothing but a rumpled shirt pushed up to his chest. Marco’s broad hands were wrapped around slim hips as he swallowed Jean’s cock, then pulled off slowly to peek up at Eren.

“Wanna join?”, he rasped, hair a mess and grin dazzling. He didn’t have to ask a second time.

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Breathe.

Pairing: Keith/Lance Rating: Explicit Word-count: 2,184 words Summary: After their little unexpected breathplay trial run in the training room, Lance expects Keith to come to him looking for more. But of course, Keith always has to do shit the hard way. Additional Tags: part two of the breathplay kinktober prompt, friends to lovers, first time getting off together, choking/breathplay, frottage, keith has a secret praise kink that lance figures out riiiight away lol

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keith with a tail and lance tugs at it bc “haha keith has a cat tail fucking furry” and keith ends up just going bright red, holding in a moan. but then keith’s tail becomes the ultimate Wingman and it ends up curling around lance’s thigh and stroking his groin. keith is, of course, very embarrassed but lance is NOT complaining. at all. long story short lance has a thing for shoving keith against the wall and yanking his tail to grind against him because keith won’t complain 🤷🏻‍♀️ theyre horny

Forgive me but I immediately thought of the aged-up au I was playing with recently while reading this.

Keith grows more into his Galra form during Lance’s absence–maybe what was twelve years for Lance was closer to five for Keith–and Lance finds Keith’s tail adorable to say nothing of Keith’s reactions themselves.

Eventually they find a cozy little corner.

Thanks for the Ask! Happy Klancing!

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(Image Description: An older Lance is holding Keith aloft against an implied surface. Keith is blushing and has his hood up, his tail wormed between Lance’s thighs.)

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100 words: Dean/Alastair + bondage

Warnings: Implied torture, a manipulative abuser harassing someone they’ve hurt before, “daddy” mention.

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Game Night XII: Deleted Level

(Achievement Hunter / Grand Theft Auto V / Gmod: Murder)

On weekends, the Crew that can’t die likes to go somewhere secluded and kill each other for fun.  The game is called Murder, and this is Jeremy’s 12th round.

This is a respawn!verse fic and a collaboration with Threatie.

Warnings for this chapter: Involves one victim bargaining for another victim’s safety. Bondage. Roleplay of a scenario that would be super angsty if it wasn’t all in good fun. This chapter has heavier gore than any previous chapter, including references to the following: dismemberment, crucifixion, exsanguination, traces of necrophilia, evisceration. Not all of these happen onscreen: some happen offscreen, some are merely threats, and many are post-mortem. None of them are described at length. Feel free to contact the author(s) if you need more specificity about how intense a specific topic is in this chapter.

Warnings for the full series: This fic contains (temporary) murder and sex.  For consent purposes, both the murder and sex can be considered a consensual roleplay of nonconsent.  Everyone involved is okay with everything that happens.  The murder is bloody and onscreen.  Both gun and knife violence play a role.

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What if teen!Sam turns pink really easily?

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Ask Nicely

Thanks to time travel and angels, Sam finds a seventeen year old Dean and has to keep him safe and occupied without telling him the truth while he figures out what’s going on.  Contains rough sex, trash talk, spanking, and oodles of dom!Sam.

Warnings: Dean is seventeen, making him not the legal age of consent in some places.  Sam, although he doesn’t mistreat Dean in the bedroom, exhibits some predatory and manipulative behavior to make Dean come home with him.  The fact that Sam is doing this to keep Dean safe doesn’t mean he’s not coming across as a huge creep.

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Prompt: 

Sam rimming Dean stupid and dean like sitting on Sammy’s face and Dean being really vocal.

(Brief reference to hetsex.)

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((A quick short I wanted to write based on this post of gorlassar’s.)) Hiding out from the irate denizens of hell was boring.

That bloody bastard Tarsis had a hard-on for his throne, something Crowley was not even slightly willing to give up.  The hellhound kennels were in an uproar, what with their main sire missing - Crowley wasn’t about to hide out without some measure of protection; he’d taken a Clydesdale-sized male affectionately nicknamed Old Scratch with him.  Crowley’s usual haunts were crawling with acheri scouts, mostly because little girls were always presumed innocent…until they gouged out someone’s eyeballs for fun, anyway.

It all should have been exciting, what with the mayhem and the blood and the political chaos.

But it wasn’t.  It was boring, hiding out in Bobby’s place.  He and Bobby maintained an odd sort of relationship and tentative truce ever since what Sam less-than-affectionately referred to as ’that incident’ - Dean was still blissfully unaware of it - but as strange as it was, it meant Crowley was able to lie low there.  And demons did their best not to approach Singer Auto Salvage if they could help it.

Mm.  Bobby Singer.  Thinking about him wasn’t going to eliminate his boredom entirely…

…but, Crowley thought as he fished his cell phone out of his pocket, maybe he knew something that could. … Sam leaned half-out the window as pine trees and scrubby golden grass rolled by, too fast for him to focus.  He and Dean were quiet - though for once, not because they were upset with each other.  It was just a peaceful sort of ride, with Dean’s music playing softly on the radio and the wind whistling outside.

Then Dean’s phone went off, and Sam wrinkled his nose.

“Since when do you leave the default ringtone on?” he chuckled.  Dean hated pre-installed ringtones, and almost always switched to classic rock the moment he obtained a new phone.

“I don’t,” Dean responded, fumbling into his pocket.  "Ah, shit.  I think I might have picked up Bobby’s.“  Dean glanced at the caller ID to confirm it, stunned when he saw the name light up as ‘Princess’.  Stunned…and sadistically delighted.  His face split into a grin.  "Who the fuck is Princess?”

Sam’s eyes shot open with realization.  "Oh no.“

"Dude!  Bobby’s got himself a lady friend - fucking finally - and I’ll bet you anything this is her!!”  Dean maneuvered the phone towards his ear, one hand still firmly on the wheel.

“Dean, don’t answer that!”

“Haha, yeah right!  Like I’m gonna pass this up?”  Ignoring Sam’s look of reluctant disgruntlement tinged with panic, Dean slid the glowing green 'answer call’ button to the side and answered 'yeah’ in his best roughened Bobby Singer-voice.

Apparently, it was convincing.  Twenty seconds later, he nearly swerved them off of the road and into a copse of aspens. … Ah, good.  Bobby almost never picked up his phone the first time he called.  Maybe the poor old grouch was lonelier than he was letting on…or maybe he was just as bored as Crowley was.  It was a long way towards the day’s destination, after all, and not much to look forward to at the end except killing a mngwa.

So why not give him something much better to look forward to?

“I can’t wait until you get back,” Crowley hummed - not intentionally trying to make his voice sound sexy, that was cliche and pathetic and he knew that Bobby would probably just laugh.  "I’m going to throw you over your desk and bury my tongue inside of you.  Go at you for as long as it takes, until you forget you’re even a hunter.  You’ll forget you're anything but - “

”What in the fucking name - “

Crowley wasn’t the type to feel shame.  All the same, his eyes went wide and his jaw went slightly slack.  ”Dean?“ … Today had been a whole lot of boring driving, but Rufus had beat him to the job, which was kind of nice.  That meant he could head back home and get other things done.  Bobby had just pulled back into his driveway…

…and he seriously regretted answering his secondary phone on the way in.  "Dean?”

“Yeah, fucking Dean!  Were you expecting your nasty little Princess?!”

Bobby shook his head, pulling the phone away from his ear so Dean didn’t deafen him.  He went through his front door, eyes wide.  "Whoa, whoa, what?“

"What the fuck, man?!  Crowley?  Crowley?!  Son of a bitch, Crowley?!  Are you fucking joking?!  He’s a demon, I thought this was - no, I can’t even figure this out!  What the…fucking…can’t even, son of a bitch, bastard - !”

Bobby took the opportunity when Dean started running out of breath.  "We’re not talking about this right now!“  His eyes narrowed slightly as he added, "Look, call me back when you calm down and I might not wash out your mouth the next time I see you!”  Dean needed some new swear words in his repertoire…and Bobby needed his phone back.  He sighed and hung up, burying his face in one hand.  He had a horrible feeling that he was going to see the boys sooner rather than later.  Possibly too soon for Dean to calm down.

“That bad?” Crowley rumbled.  Bobby looked up to see him sitting in his favorite chair, legs crossed, glass of scotch in hand, looking unashamedly unapologetic.

“The hell did you say?” Bobby demanded.

“To be fair, I did think I was talking to you.”

The vague answer and Dean’s fire-breathing rage were enough to give him the general idea.  "No wonder he’s pissed.“  Bobby shook his head, reaching out for Crowley’s scotch.  Crowley scowled a bit, but handed it over after another sip.  "Ain’t you ever seen 'The Terminator’?”

“What does that have to do with this little fiasco?”

“There’s this scene.  Ginger and Matt - you know what, never mind.”

Crowley shrugged, not interested enough to push the subject…then gave Bobby a look that brimmed with lustful insinuation.  "So.  What I offered is still on the table.  For you, it should be noted, not Dean.“

"First off, I don’t even know what you offered.  And second, I gotta run damage control thanks to that little phone call.”  Bobby breezed past him, mouth in a tight, irritated line.  "So you’re gonna have to give me a while before we do…whatever the hell you had planned.“

Crowley grinned.  "But we are going to.”

“If you’ve run out of ways to make yourself useful, you can start by thawing out a pie for Dean.  They always put him in a better mood.” ((Wanna prompt me? Click here to find out how!))

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IT'S 3 IN THE MORNING AND I'M LAUGHING OVER THIS AGAIN

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Speak of the Devil II

(Supernatural)

Chuck has more experience with the devil than most writers do, at least by a little bit.

Sequel to this.

Warnings: Spanking, dom/sub dynamics, daddykink, emotions.  Dom!Chuck/sub!Lucifer.

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If A Monster Caught You

(Supernatural)

Eighteen year old Sam is fucking around with his big brother by pretending he’s a monster and he’s gotten the upper hand on Dean.  They’re both caught off guard when Dean gets really fucking into it.

Warnings:  This is consensual roleplay of a non-consensual situation.  Sam and Dean have a pre-existing relationship.  Includes Dean “begging” Sam to stop.

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