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animentality · 11 months
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orkbutch · 8 months
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Deadly games between dangerous company
Essays behind the kink & dynamics chosen for of these pieces: 1. SH/LZ 2. Trio (WIP) 3. Karlach/LZ 4. SH/Karlach
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inkyquince · 1 year
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Eden (Male Reader with Feminization, Noncon turned Dubcon, Breeding)
He couldn’t help it. It was your fault. Everything was your fucking fault. Leading him on with that smile, that helpful attitude, that fucking glimmer in your eyes. It made something in his stomach twist, and made his heart hammer in his chest… Made his cock swell in his stained school trousers.
You’re just some little shit that sits in front of him in History class, how dare you do any of this to him. Especially since you’re trying to make him think… Trying to make him… He… He isn’t gay. He doesn’t like guys. That’s for Briar who lets horny classmates hump his thighs, or Leighton, who won’t stop fucking looking at him in the changing rooms, or Harper, who loves daring everyone to kiss, quivering in his seat.
He isn’t like that. Eden likes women. The ones in those dirty magazines, with hairless pussies and big tits. He’d jerk his cock at the pictures, thinking about when he gets to finally fuck. Groping the bouncy breasts and fucking the squishy cunts, and loosing himself in the feeling of being fully taken into someone. He wanted to fuck women.
So why was this little shit making him feel all this stuff?
He was so nice. The only person who gave Eden a proper smile when passing in the hallways. Gave him his spare pen once.Gave him a flash of your ass when changing into your swim shorts and it wasn’t his fault for popping a stiffy. You’ve… You’ve got a girl’s ass!
So, why would anyone blame him? Anyone would do it if they were led on like he was.
The wet slapping that echoed around the locker room was so loud, loud enough that anyone else would be worried that someone would come investigate. Not Eden. Not when he’s got you where he wants you. In stolen swimwear, folded over the bench as his cock fucked your virgin ass over and over again. You trusted him. Stupid bastard, you trusted him. Why would you stay back after the rest when he asked you? He hated swimming, but he was good at it. Maybe he should have asked you to the lake for a breaststroke practise session, and fucked you against one of the rocks. At least then the smell of chlorine wouldn’t be irritating him as much. It would also be cute watching you struggle not to gulp down lake water as you struggled to maintain a grip, wet and fucked open and your cock struggling not to cum, like it was now.
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phoneyotc · 5 months
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id like to say again that my artwork is not for proshippers and you will be blocked on sight if you interact with my work. thank you
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caktusjuice-draws · 6 months
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"Fuck you, Ashe..." I do wish he would be nicer to that girl. Well this was fun to work on anyway.
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lifehunted · 8 months
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life is kicking my ass rn so here's an older dardavarre (they are having a great time)
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rotting-ink · 3 months
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im incredibly cruel in the way I'm making little freak npcs and not letting them be romanceable.
im even sad about that
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langdhon · 3 months
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receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust
((This one just felt very Corinth coded))
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Delight curves Michael's mouth into a broad smile at such a sight. Not that it's the first time he gets to see Corinthian behave completely obnoxious, and neither the first time he finds himself absorbing that image with pleasure. Until he can no longer stand just watching— Michael ambles closer, his gaze pinned to the nightmare's flawless features while he winds the fingers of one hand around Corinthian's wrist. Then guides those coated fingertips to his own lips.
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" Ever heard of sharing? " A tease, delivered in tandem with an upward twitch of one brow; ere he traps index and middle finger between his lips, his tongue slowly twirling around those bloody tips.
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lolyanon · 1 year
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"Keep it in your pants, you whores."
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animentality · 1 year
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TERFS get so fuckin confused when it comes to my partner and me. They're nb and use she/they, I'm a post-op trans guy and I've been out and on T for almost 5 years now and by all accounts I pass very well. These people ask my partner about me because they see me, assume I'm a man, and assume I'm abusing her because I'm a man. But then they come look at me, see me with my trans flag pins and everything thst I've got in my social media bios, and then they backpedal HARD with my partner about the abuse stuff, and then start asking her about her girlfriend, which, makes it worse because we're poly and she does have a girlfriend right now and she's a trans lady too. It's this whole fuckin circle they get caught up in and the only reason any of them have a problem with us is cause they saw me and my partners gf were trans and blew a fuckin gasket
Terfs are just conservative feminists and it's so embarrassing!!!
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orkbutch · 8 months
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Okay! time to add my accompanying essays with each image from this set of work about why I assigned which types of play to each set of characters, and how Baldur's Gate III supports these in the text of the game. Because I thought about all of this way too much im not joking
First, Context: All of these are drawings of consentual play happening between these characters after they have put aside any active conflicts between each other. Nontheless, they utilise the dynamics and emotional conflicts of these characters. Each of these characters are in some way violent people, deeply stressed out by their circumstances, and craving pleasure and connection. Sometimes you need a little pinch and squeal before the end of the world just to get through the night, you know?
Rough D/s sex/Breath play, Karlach (D) / Shadowheart (S)
A little clarification of what exactly is happening in this image: Karlach is strapping SH roughly, whispering very dirty things in hear ear, and using her hand and the weight of her body to gently restrict SH's breathing. Now you know. :) If you want to know what Karlach is whispering, I will be taking questions thank you.
The first thing Shadowheart says upon seeing Karlach is that she likes that Karlach looks strong and reliable enough to protect her in a pinch. This is because Shadowheart is horny and gay but ALSO. I wanted to explore this little glimpse of something unexpected about SH, especially that early in the game, but really revealing and true about her personality: Shadowheart understands and appreciates that relying on others is very important and shouldn't be avoided.
I think this part of SH is almost her saving grace from otherwise being totally absorbed by her Sharran faith; knowing she wants and needs other people. Because community has always been comforting to her, and because other people help you cope with life. It makes her loneliness far more profoud as well. She has not buried a need for other people (like Astarion for example), but lost people she knows she needs. She lost her Sharran peers on their mission, lost her memories, lost her family, lost the experience of being cared for in childhood. What does that have to do with SH getting pounded into the ground by a big hot woman, I hear you asking. Well, it's related to how I see Shadowheart's possible relationship to submission. I instinctively see SH as a dom because she just... Absolutely gives dominatrix energy. She basically got trained to be a particularly mean dominatrix, and I think she'd enjoy doing it a whole lot. But being a dom is a role of responsibility, reliability and authority; it requires you to plan and think and make decisions not just for yourself but for a whole additional person. Shadowheart clearly enjoys not having to do that sometimes. She knows the reliability, guidance and support of another person/people being there for her, and she craves it.
I think she'd like being taken away from the responsibility of their situation; to not have to think about the artifact, the tadpole, the fate of the world, what Shar wants, who she is, what her memories are, will she die tomorrow - a terribly stressful existence for someone as prone to anxiety as SH seems to be. What a luxury, to let someone force all the worries out of your head. To leave no space for those anxieties to find purchase through the weight and force of their presence. A big, hot, reliable warrior, squeezing you close, filling your head with what to think about, flooding you with pleasure and a little pain, enough to ground you to the moment. It's a rare treat. SH would love it.
On the other hand, I think Karlach would absolutely love this kind of role. Not because Karlach likes pure power - she seems kinda repelled by it actually - but because Karlach loves being capable, needed, and providing for people. To sweep SH off her feet and give her a moment of hot, rough, rejuvinating bliss through her strength and sexual prowess would be extremely up Karlach's ally.
Karlach is also just... such a rough houser. She's an excited dog at the park that plays too rough and feels bad until she finds a friend who actually loves it, and she's thrilled with the chance to use all that energy to its full potential. She likes a little grit and texture. Anything too slow or methodical and I think she'd get bored. To get to use her boundless energy and have that be deeply appreciated would be so fun for her.
For her to get to use her body and the traits that ended up landing her in slavery - her toughness, strength, skill at violence and knack for intimidation - to indulge, to provide pleasure, to make something good and deeply desired... I think that'd be very touching for Karlach. Intimacy is something she hasn't gotten to explore for a long time. She wants as much contact as possible, to feel others viscerally, to feel that she can be something that other people can not just handle/accept but enthusiastically want. Even after whats been done to her and what she was for ten years, she is the right thing for people, because of and not despite who she is after Avernus.
In conclusion: I think Shadowheart would love to be no thoughts head empty fucked brainless now and then, and I think Karlach would be thrilled to provide. And oh man, Karlach would be SO good at aftercare. So sweet, so warm to cuddle up against, super attentive. She'd ask for reassurance that she wasn't too rough or didn't say anything weird, and Shadowheart would reassure her that they could get far more depraved than that; it was exactly what she needed, and she wanted to go deeper next time. A little challenge to let Karlach embrace her role more completely. Oof. I am so excited to write this shit into the fic im working on LMAO
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creepymutelilbugger · 2 months
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op turned reblogs off but this post must live. it must live and spread malignantly .
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mausolealdrift · 6 months
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its baffling seeing people on here being all shocked about how other ppl didnt have sex or do drugs or drink or go to parties etc etc in high schools like. sorry i was too busy getting bullied to do all of that stuff i guess. why are you surprised that there’s losers on the cringe loser website
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suiheisen · 2 months
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liberté, egalité, fraternité et yaoi
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krisimirsblog · 4 months
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langdhon · 1 year
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@pagetorn 📨
⑁ to sit on my muse's lap (Rose, covered in blood up to her elbows from one of the witches he's tasked her with taking care of. she's dragging her little blade across her tongue to clean it before sticking it back in her hat. she's licking the blood off her fingers. she doesn't know personal space)
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Selectively oblivious to the concept of personal space, funny how they share that trait. Michael holds the smartphone in one hand, that arm moving to the side as soon as Rose settles on his lap and baits him with this... little performance. He lets the device sink onto the nearest surface, but she owns his undivided attention. It's a roguish smile which creeps across his mien while he watches, chest heaving with a deep intake of breath. The scent of death. Metallic, sharp, he loves it. Michael would yet have to reciprocate the contact by sliding an arm around her, or both, instead catches Rose's wrist in one hand abruptly darting up.
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" Indulge me ", he drawls, aiming to bring her bloody hand to his lips. " How did you do it? " It must've been slaughter by the looks of it. He maintains eye contact, expectation tugging at his brows while he 'casually' brushes his lips over her knuckles. Inevitably smearing blood across his own mouth.
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