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thebramblewood · 6 months

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An Ill-Fated Afterparty: Part II

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Lilith: Goodness, I feel so exposed now.

Helena: Oh, don't play shy all of a sudden.

Lilith: It'd help if we got you out of that dress. Now... where did we leave off?

Helena: Oh, we're going straight for the neck. You're really committed to this vampire shtick, huh? And I'm weirdly kind of... into it? [laughs nervously] Lilith, I think that's enough. You might actually be drawing blood. [attempts to pull away] Give it a rest now, okay? I said stop, Lilith! LILITH, STOP! Lilith?...

Lilith: Helena? Wake up, Helena! Shit! Fuck! No, no, no! Not now! Not yet! Oh, god, what have I done? CALEB!!!

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 story #simblr #story: hzid #sim spice #nonconsent tw #blood tw #injury tw #violence tw #horror tw #death tw #dead body tw #gif warning #lilith is definitely the bad guy here #but she also feels like she unwillingly lost control #(this is a big debate among vampires #someone like caleb would argue that his decision to abstain from feeding on humans is proof they still have free will #while others would say their bloodlust is a compulsion they're helpless not to act on #lilith falls into whatever camp is convenient at the moment)#she absolutely didn't mean for this to happen so soon (if only because she wanted to keep toying with helena a little longer)#but the consequences of her impulsiveness have arrived #(btw i was playing with relight this whole time #it's not super obvious bc it took me forever to figure out #but the 7th picture here was my aha moment)#helena zhao #lilith vatore

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sleepwalking · 2 years

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I guess I memed too indiscriminately and now Facebook thinks I want to buy badly-written fetish erotica

#I did not scroll all the way down but the text is insanely long. this may be the full novel #no idea who the author is or what they’re selling #nonconsent tw #alcohol tw #sex tw #just in case #if someone knows a better way to tag this please tell me

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diejager · 3 months

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Hey if your comfortable with it, could you do childhood best friend Johnny (soap) CNC?

It's totally ok if not!

Cw: Consensual non-con/CNC, DUB-CON, safe words, creampie, childhood friend!Johnny, unprotected sex, PinV, tell me if I missed any.

He smothered you, pressing you into the couch of your shared flat with sloppy kisses, his mouth finding yours over and over again despite your avoidance, turning your face away from him. You fought against him, hands pushing his chest, straining against his strength and arms wrapped around your waist, gripping onto you tightly. His arms only tightened the more you fought, twisting and turning to free yourself from him, feet hanging from his shoulder and breasts jostling from his erratic pace.

“Hang- hang on! Johnny sto-”

You couldn’t get a word out with the hard shove of his cock, body rocking back and forth. You let out a shaky moan, your body burning with how hot Johnny ran, his musk - a mix of sweat, gunpowder and soothing teakwood - clogging up your nose. It played with your mind, completely drowning you in him, you couldn’t think clearly and you couldn’t fight him. You words - complaints - were forced out as breathless whimpers, mewls and keens rather than hisses and sneers.

“Johnny!”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your body growing taunt under him as you sunk your nails into his shoulders, feet kicking and hips bucking upwards. He groaned, pain and pleasure had long become one of the same in his mind, the bruises and bloody, crescent moons painting his back and shoulders, the marks of your writhing body beneath him - whether you agreed to it or not - and your pleasure drunk face.

He rutted against you, slick dripping down your ass and dirtying his navel with wet claps, splashing your cum everywhere. He drove in with sharp thrusts, feeling your walls fluttering around him as he grazed your sweet spot before hitting home, the bulbous head of his erect and engorged head tapping your cervix as often as he swallowed your cries, lips draped over you and teeth nipping at your lower lip.

Your squirming and fidgeting were a breeze to control, utilising his trained and cultured mass to hold you down and devour you with his whole being. You whined with every snap of his hips, the hard muscles of his abdomen rippling in a show of power and strength —overpowering and dominating. You were small under him (you used to stand taller than him in your early days of high school when his puberty had yet to strike, ruffling his hair and letting him hang off of you like you did as children), weak and vulnerable, something he so easily overpowered to get what he wanted.

Your lashes fluttered when you came, your pretty cunt clamping down on him as his pace stuttered, moaning lowly as a wave of undeniably strong pleasure washed over him. He kissed you then, tongue pushed down your throat, muffling the most filthy and most erotic groan you’d ever heard rumbling out of his throat. You felt heavy - tired - with his girth laying half-hard inside of you as the slit shot out ropes of cum, his thick, white load painting your walls and invading your womb.

“Colour, Bonnie lass,” his voice was raspy, hoarse from panting and gasping, feeling the lingering pulse and twitch of your walls around him, making him throb with need. Soap’s refractory time had always been fast, as overzealous has his character, his charm and smile playing into it to woo you to love your childhood friend.

“Green,” you were no better than him, chest rising and falling with laboured breaths despite doing nothing but take his roughness, clinging onto him to press kisses to his jaw and temple, coated in salty sweat that tingled on your tongue, “Just, just give me a minute, yeah, Johnny?”

“Aye.”

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thebramblewood · 6 months

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An Ill-Fated Afterparty: Part III

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Lilith: [frantically] CALEB!!!

Caleb: [mutters] This isn't your problem, Caleb. Do not get involved. Do not get involved. Do not-

Lilith: [hysterically] CALEB!!!

Caleb: Damn it.

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Caleb: Jesus Christ, Lilith.

Lilith: I didn't mean to do it, I swear!

Caleb: You always go too far.

Lilith: It was an accident!

Caleb: Well, maybe if you exercised even a sliver of self-control-

Lilith: You can lecture me later, Caleb. Fix her!

Caleb: Look at her, Lil. She's beyond repair.

Lilith: Then turn her!

Caleb: It’s far too late for-

Lilith: Please try. It was a moment of weakness. Is that what you want to hear? I'm weak and you're strong and I need your help! I'll get on my knees and beg if I must!

Caleb: [sighs heavily] Just get out of my way.

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Caleb: I’m sorry, Lilith. I think she’s too far gone.

Lilith: Then get rid of her.

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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Not sure if this is too dark (I apologize if it is) but do you think dm is into cnc?

Not at all anon! In case anyone is wondering what cnc is: consensual noncon. It is role-playing and agreed upon with the use of safewords (yes they are listened to in all scenarios when established).

Do i think he would he be into it? Hmm

Ngl don't think he would be because you are his darling love, soul of his soul, his most precious treasure. However, do i think he would be into manipulation? As in role-playing a false scenario where you "have" to sleep with him because of some made up reason like "oh no in order to save my family i gotta bang sir d.m." Yeah, lol.

He is the type to create some wild story and you are just like babe pls this really extra lol he a plot driven guy

#anon ask #tw consensual nonconsent

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cheeseburgersinparadise · 2 years

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the only reason I want to be small and delicate is so a large man or lady who is jacked or fat or both can throw me around like a rag doll and make me feel like I’m in danger when they wanna fuck me and there’s nothing I can do about it

#sexy danger #like the good kind where I know they’re just gonna do whatever they want but I like that so #I guess this is #tw consensual nonconsent #personal chub #ANYWAY #idk if I’ve ever talked about this kink I have but like maybe it’s size kink?#who knows #i just want to be used and thrown around by someone much more powerful than me #is that so much to ask #sorry for being so honey okay goodbye

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tragedybunny · 7 months

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His - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW , TW: Consensual Nonconsent

I felt in the mood for something a little spicier.

Intimacy is the greatest form of trust between the two of you, and for Astarion you gladly give up all control. Reader and Astarion engage on a bit of CNC roleplay.

You were humming as you made the bed, maybe that’s why you never heard him coming. Sloppy ,after everything you had been you were usually more aware of your surroundings than that, and now you would pay for it. The cold steel of a dagger caresses your neck. “Be a good girl, Darling, and don’t scream,” an arm wraps around your waist in an iron grip, pulling you tight against him, the predatory tone of his voice making you shiver.

Everyone of your instincts screams to fight, and you twist in his arms, straining against him until the dagger digs into your skin, not yet piercing it though. “None of that either.” Lips ghost along your neck and you feel the faintest sting before his tongue roughly laps at your flesh, “delicious.” The arm at your waist loosens giving you breathing room, a momentary relief until that hand starts to explore your body over the thin material of your nightgown. “Wearing a thing like this, it’s almost like you wanted this to happen.” Fingers trace your collarbone, traveling along your chest to draw languid circles over your pebbled nipples, dragging along your stomach and stopping just shy of your sex.

“Please…” you plead, squirming at the invasion.

“Impatient aren’t you?” A touch teases you through the fabric and clumsily you try to get away, accidentally pressing yourself against him only to feel his evident arousal before lunging in the opposite direction. He locks you back into place against him as you whimper, “hush now.” The low light of the candles reflects off of his blade as he drags it over your skin without cutting, down to the neckline of your nightgown. “Hmm,” he seems to consider for a moment, “I wouldn’t make any sudden movements if I were you, Pet.” The dagger digs into the material and you’re compelled to hold your breath as he slits one clean line down it, any protection torn away from you.

The sound of the dagger sliding into a sheath is welcome until you’re met with both of his hands now free to play with you as he likes. All of your body feels his touch as he nips and kisses your neck and sensitive ears, leaving no part of you unexplored by rough attentions until he pushes two fingers between your thighs and delves inside you. “So wet for me,” he coos in your ear.

Face burning, you pull away, trying to flee but fingers tangling in your hair bring you to a halt as the dagger presses against you once more. “And here I thought you were going to behave for me. Kneel.” A second’s hesitation and tightens his grip before your body gives into him, sinking to your knees.

Switching his grip in your hair, he steps in front you, sheathing the dagger again and your eyes take him in, bare from the waist up. Platinum curls frame perfectly sculpted features, piercing red eyes bore into you, and sharp fangs peek out from his half-smile. “What to do with you,” he wonders as his hand idly begins to undo his trousers, freeing a straining erection. “Open your mouth.”

Defeated, you comply, mouth opening obediently. He thrusts himself inside with a goan, his member brushing the back of your throat as you gag around him a bit. Gripping your face with both hands, he begins to use you with a harsh, sharp rhythm. Again and again he forces himself in your throat, while you remain pliantly on your knees. Drool drips from your lips and tears sting your eyes as you gag around him, and yet, from somewhere deep inside, a moan escapes you. “Good girl,” he purrs, pulling out after one last thrust. “Can you keep being good and get on the bed for me?” You nod silently but he’s not satisfied. “Say it.”

“I’ll be a good girl for you,” you say, eyes downcast to the floor, completely, obediently his.

Letting go, he gestures at the bed, and you follow the command, getting on your back. Kneeling between your thighs, he pulls your arms up over your head, pinning them down. “Just in case you stop being so well behaved,” he smirks at you, and leans down to whisper in your ear, “you pretty little thing," before dragging his fangs along your neck.

They don't puncture it, not yet anyway, but drift down and sink into the skin above your collarbone, blood appearing. He laps it up, a low growl emanating from him, before moving onto the next spot just above your breast. Tiny pin pricks, blood, a rough tongue. You lose count of how many times he repeats it, leaving you covered in blooms of red.

Hips move, sliding the length of his cock against your slick cunt leaving you gasping. The sensation distracts you enough that you don't notice as he lowers his head to your breast, biting into the sensitive flesh around your nipple. The sound that comes from you is unholy as he takes it between his teeth, sucking at it and your free flowing blood. Eyes glance up to yours with a question, an offer to beg for him to stop. Defiantly, you stare back panting at the sensations overwhelming you.

At your silence, he drives into you, pulling another cry from you as you lose yourself in ecstacy. Languid movements of his hips make you writhe against him, begging for more. He releases your tortured nipple to smirk at you, lips painted red with your blood. "See how badly you wanted this? You didn't need to fight me."

The grip on your wrists vanishes but you wouldn't think of fighting him now. Fingers reach down to caress your sensitive bud, leaving you mewling as he increases his pace. Rough strokes of his fingertips build you to a crescendo as his hips relentlessly crash against yours. "That's it Love, let go."

The world goes hazy as you reach the pinnacle, and then it nearly vanishes as those teeth finally bite down on your neck. You're gone, floating away in perfect bliss, all sound and light are dim and far away. He drinks deeply, still making use of your body as his fingers wring another orgasm from you. There's a sudden heaviness to your eyelids as a last soft moan escapes you.

Gripping your hips he buries himself once last time and releases your neck. Then there's a weight on the bed next to you, and a hand softly stroking your back, but everything is still soft and dreamlike. "All good?"

You turn to look at him, not quite seeing clearly. "Hmm."

Softly he strokes your face with one knuckle. "You there Sunlight?"

Things begin to come into focus. "I'm good," you promise, not having energy for more.

"That's my girl," he kisses your forehead, "I'll be back."

The weight beside you vanishes and you hear the word of a spell from the other room as your eyes close. Something Gale made up you recall through the haze, keeps the bath warm for hours. Seconds later you're lifted up, pressed to Astarion's chest. "Eyes open Darling." You do as he asks and are lowered into the tub. "How's that?"

"Too much empty room," you pout.

"I'm coming, be patient," he removes his trousers and climbs in behind you so you can snuggle against his chest. Arms gently enfold you as he kisses the top of your head. "Everything was alright?"

You know he has to ask, he always takes the best care of you, but you have to tease him a bit for worrying. "No, you ruined a perfectly good nightgown with that stunt."

"What can I say, I was impatient to get it out of my way," he tilts your face up to kiss you. “You’re amazing my love, you know that?” This is your gift to him, willingly given with perfect trust, control of both your bodies, intimacy unlike any other.

“I know, but you can tell me again,” your eyes are shutting, but you know he has you, and that you’re always safe with each other.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x f!reader #x reader #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanfic #my fanfic #my writing #pwp

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type-girl · 7 months

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Hey everyone, it’s my first time on tumblr and I’ve been reading a lot of smut that inspired me to do my own 🥺✨

alhaitham | against the wall - lust

TW: NSFW, slight nonconsent

It was mere seconds before you’d find yourself pushed up against the wall by him. His broad-shouldered and lean frame pressing against your body, hand slithering around your curves like a snake to its prey while his other held firmly to your wrists. You frowned glaring up to him in attempts to regurgitate any ounce of rebuttal you had left, although failing miserably as he’d seal your lips against his own. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, saliva seeping between what little cracks and crevices that opened up.

“Alhai-“, you’d attempt to pathetically mewl his name, his eyes dancing in amusement at your helpless demeanor. A moan of ecstasy seemed to escape your lips each moment you gasped for air which annoyingly seemed to turn him on more.

“You’re so easy.” his suave, smooth voice cooed into your ear as he’d move from your mouth to your ear. Crevice after crevice his tongue found its way into it, before long you’d find yourself clutching your skirt in attempts to conceal yourself from his prying hand.

“D-don’t”, your face would grow flushed as his hand traveled to the back of your hips and pulling you forward, while the other began to strip you of the little clothing you had left. He’d kneel, peering up to you as you stood bare, legs folding into each other in a desperate last attempt to cover your crying pussy. You felt your eye twitch as he’d give a somewhat smug, teasing expression before beginning to float his tongue across your oozing folds. It wasn’t enough. This fox of a man.. why is he…? You couldn’t take it anymore. Interlocking your hands into his silky strands you would thrust his face into your delicate, dripping folds. The entirety of his warm, rasping tongue sending euphoric quivers down your body. You’d grip your mouth, concealing purrs of desire as you’d grind against him. Ripples of electricity sparking each time his tongue glide against your bud. “F-fuck…” you’d exhale, clutching his lofts of hair even tighter than before as he’d tighten his grip around your waist, tongue practically burying into your hole. You loved to be eaten out, even if it meant being in the most humiliating position. You could hear his own heavy, desperate groans as he’d ravish your pussy, the sloppy sounds of him sucking your clit and tongue-fucking your pussy sent you into a haze. You grew hotter between each breathe, your sensitivity rising as his tongue would swirl in a circular motion around your unsheathed bud, gently lapping the excess juices that would dribble.

“I- wai-“, you were practically panting like a dog now. Ten minutes had gone by and his pace seemed to show no chance of shortening.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?”, His lustful eyes would peer into your desperate stance before he’d smirk, grabbing your waist and deepening himself inside you. Like static sparking you’d quiver violently as your legs locked and spasmed. It felt good, a little too good as you came on his nuzzling face, before quickly retracting yourself after your drunken stupor cleared. “I’m so sorry-“ you would stutter, his face soaked and sticky with your fluids. You’d wobble back as he’d stand up, a devilish smile settling upon his lips as he’d lean, over to you.

“Don’t worry, this is only the start”, he would mutter into your ear, clasping your hand and guiding it to the outline of his thick, pulsating cock.

Annnd that’s it! I’ve been inspired by an AO3 writer so if there’s similarity in style it’s because of them! If I get use to writing these I’ll be sure to divert into my own style while I can.

#genshin smut #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #smut #al haitam x reader #al haithem #al #al haitham #al haitham smut #genshin impact #genshin impact alhaitham #alhaitham #alhaitham smut

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shuusagi · 8 months

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Would you be willing to write a short-story involving cnc with Brahms? (totally okay if you’re not comfortable with the concept!!)🫶🏼

Ohoho yes I can!!

Tw: f!reader, consensual-nonconsent, dubious consent, biting, primal play, general roughness.

"Ok Brahms, remember the safeword. What is it?"

"Lavender." He says quietly.

"Good boy."

You don't remember how it started, perhaps it was you two playing hide and go seek, or from him purposely scaring you every second you got. You knew he loved preying upon you, for someone so submissive he can get into a predator roll quite well. One thing turned into another, and you wanted to try cnc.

You told Brahms, "don't go light on me. I want you to do whatever you want- despite anything I might say. But when I say lavender, promise me you'll be a good boy and stop?"

"Mmm- yes ma'am.." He said, already lost in thought.

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It was pitch black all throughout the manor, with some of the windows open during a rainstorm to gather more atmosphere. Here you were, hidden under your and Brahms shared bed. You know he had been watching from within the walls, so why isnt he coming now, you wondered. Peeking from out under the bed, you look around squinting in the darkness. Huh. Maybe this was too much for him?

It had dawned on you that this might be stepping over boundaries for him, but the way his eyes lit up at the idea and his quick nods in agreement say otherwise.

Quietly, you slither out from under the bed. You place one foot on the floor and push yourself up, trying to keep the creaking to a minimum. You slowly tip toe your way to the door and open it, taking a glance behind you once more. You begin to walk out of the room and are met with a lean yet very sturdy- and hairy chest.

"Oof- uh oh." You look up to see his eyes pitch black behind the mask and squeal, running to the other end of the bed before he can catch you. You will never get used to how quiet and patient he can be, you were under the bed for damn near 10 minutes, was he waiting this whole time?

He slowly stalks over to you, placing his large hands on the bed, leaning his weight against them. His hands sink into the mattress. You try to bait and switch him and run right, he takes the chance running over to your side. You turn back left and run over the mattress and as you jump off, a muscular arm snakes its way around your waist- just under your breasts. You're kicking and flailing to get away, when that proves to be useless you pretend to be tired out, going lax against the 6'3" beast. He begins to carry you to the closet where one of his hideaway doors are, and you catch him off guard with a bite to his forearm.

He hisses and let's go, you scramble to your feet and run for the door. He's quick, you can feel his fingers graze your back but you're just enough out of reach.

Running through the hall, you debate on going to the storage room, or downstairs to the kitchen. Quickly you make up your mind and head downstairs, with him trailing not far behind you. Panting, you race to the island and gain distance between yourselves once more. But he's so fast- he grabs the back of your neck and pushes you into the wall. All the air within you is pushed out as you slide down the wall, he grabs your neck pulling you up. You can feel his hard cock pressed against your thigh, his chest heaving up and down in exhaustion- or maybe excitement? You groan and he releases his grasp on your wrist, pushing you so that your face is now against the wall and he's pushed squarely against your back.

You hear the familiar sound of his mask being tossed onto the island and before you know it, his fangs are dug into your neck. You yelp out, "Brahms- ah.. easy now.."

All he does is grunt and grab your hands within one of his own, pinning them above your head. He's learnt so much in the short amount of time of you teaching him to harness his dominance.

With the other hand he's quickly unbuttoning your pants, you squirm against him feeling his cock twitch against your ass. He pushes his hips forward, pinning you down from any further movement.

"Brahms- ah.. wait, please don't.." you beg.

He pauses, his thoughts becoming very confusing. On one hand he'll get punished for not listening to you, but on the other you're begging is like music to his ears. He flips you back over and crashes his lips into yours. In one fluid movement he yanks your shorts off of your hips.

"Please- wait.. don't be so- so rough!" He bites down on your neck once more and you squeal out in pleasure.

He hikes up one of your legs, and forces himself in with one fluid movement. You cry out, and he hushes your noises with another aggressive kiss. You know your lips are going to be swollen tomorrow.

The snaps of his hips are punishing, his hand twisted in your hair is aggressive and the way he has his other hand around your thigh is soaking his cock with how wet you are. You can feel the bruises forming now, its almost as if he's getting back at you for the times you scolded him or denied him his pleasure and release.

"Say my name." He growls into your ear.

"B-brahmsy..." His hand tightens around your hair, yanking your head up to look at him. "Say. My. Name." He enunciates each word with a thrust that has you seeing stars.

"Brahms... please, I'm sore-"

He hits harder and deeper. You're lightheaded, beyond aroused and teetering on your own orgasm. Then it hits you, your leg goes weak and you slide down the wall. He follows you, his cock still deep within you. He continues snapping his hips into yours with you laying on the cold porcelain floor.

"Ah... brahms.. lavender!"

He stops instantly. Looking you over he begins to scan your body for any signs of injury. He whines and nudges his face into the crook of your neck. You're rubbing his back and giggling.

"God.. that was- so so hot." You feel him snort against your neck.

"Mmm- you ok?" He looks into your eyes.

"Yes Brahmsy, I'm ok." You grab his face in between your hands and kiss him gently.

#brahms heelshire x reader #slasher x reader #uhhhh this ended up being longer than intended..#whoops haha #hopefully this is what you asked for!#thanks nonnie

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thebramblewood · 6 months

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I'm resuming my story posts tomorrow, and they're going to get pretty dark. I'm not going to tag them as mature but Tumblr might (if for nothing else than for the fact that it hates ladies in lingerie), so if you don't want to miss them, please check that your dashboard settings enable mature content to appear just in case!

I want to give people the chance to opt out if they're afraid of encountering anything uncomfortable, so I've listed the trigger warning tags I'll be using and broadly described the scenario below. Do not read further if you want to avoid spoilers!

The tags I'll be using are blood tw, violence tw, injury tw, nonconsent tw, horror tw, death tw, and dead body tw. One post will be tagged Sim spice. It depicts a romantic encounter that devolves into nonconsensual vampire feeding. There is also a scene of a vampire turning an unconscious victim. Two posts will be tagged with gif warning (though there is no flashing or strobing of any sort).

#idk why i'm so anxious about these scenes in particular #i know most of you are good with the darker aspects #i think it's just because there's a lot more at stake emotionally because it's not just random background characters this time #so it feels like an EXTRA BIG DEAL #also if you feel like additional or different tags are needed at any point for any posts please let me know

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calpalsworld · 4 months

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i had a dream last night that windows was transfem and somebody made fanart of them pre-transition

...it would be really crazy if Windows was actually transfem since character conception and I just never brought it up here... 🤨 🤨 😊

Thanks for giving me a reason to draw and post self indulgent trans related drawings!!!!!!!!! And thank you for having Oregon Ultimatum on your mind (even though I havent even started the comic yet😭💀💀).

Windows is a transfem lesbian woman (she/they) ^_^ I don't know if I am ever going to ever directly say that they're trans in the comic but it will be heavily implied. Dr. Windows Backstory snippet under the cut: TW: implied abuse, implied medical nonconsent, forced eye contact.

#i could rant SO MUCH About them but i dont want to spoil all the details of their character for the comic LOL #oregon ultimatum #my art #GOOD LORD i should clarify that is NOT hellmann in her angsty flashback.#i hope it isnt cringe to draw EDGY OUT OF CONTEXT BACKSTORY aieeee *hits post*

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pathetic-tboy · 8 months

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i wrote a st4t erotica, tw for cnc and breeding (no pregnancy)

#t4t nsft #ftm nsft #trans nsft #nsft #st4t nsft #t4t #ftm breeding #ftm bottom #ftm sub #ftm cnc #ftm puppy

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violetultraviolent · 2 days

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TW: intoxication, roofies, choking, somnophilia, nonconsent

I didn't notice that she never took a sip of her drink. My eyes were too glued to the show. I didn't notice the little white pill she dropped into my beer, stirring it with her finger and wiping it on her jeans. And I just assumed it was our close friendship that brought me to be so cozy and sleepy with her. I didn't even fight off the sleep; I let it come.

then I wake up. She holds me in her arms. I'm covered in sweat, both mine and hers. Sweat I don't remember sweating. I'm wrapped in a blanket I don't remember wrapping around myself. My clothes are nowhere to be found.

Her lips are gentle against the back of my neck, kissing me as I wake. They're so warm, and so soft. I turn to face her, bewildered. *Did I black out?* The thoughts pass away from my mind with another kiss, and *gods* she tastes better than I could have imagined. Bittersweet, like a good coffee. Any questions I have are gone.

I stretch my legs, feel what's dripping from between them. I look her in the eyes. She looks back, smirks.

"no."

"And why not?" Her hand climbs up my chest, settling upon my neck. I try to hide the look on my face, the way it sparks electric currents through my whole body. I'm successful, until she starts to squeeze.

"you know, you do that same thing when you're not awake. It must be some kind of automatic response. Absolutely fucking adorable, you know that? You drew me in so well."

I shake beneath her, begging, pleading with her to stop. I watch her cock harden as she starts to play with my tits and bite my neck.

"Please," i say, "please just fucking stop this."

"No. I'm gonna do it again. Be a good girl so I don't have to knock you out this time."

#sapphic #sapphic nsft #hornyposting #somno fantasy #somno k!nk #r4p3 kink #sapphic yearning #wlw yearning #wlw nsft #lesbian

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gratisdiamanten · 1 year

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I know you’ve said Max blames himself in ICHMFS but has he ever hated Daniel or thought, this is wrong? Maybe a time when he told Daniel no and he didn’t stop?

There's a couple times he half-thought this: biggest times being when he discussed the prospect of marriage with Sophie, and also when he half-confesses his previous csa to Daniel after his first suicide attempt.

More than one time Daniel pushes him past the limits he already has (ignoring the elements of nonconsent related to age) and a good example is this one where Daniel is angry and jealous about a party Max attends. But below I'll put a version of their "first time", which is unambiguously SA even beyond the dark gray areas of consent that grooming entails, so obviously TW:

Bolt of eggshell blue, the dark deep lake of an early morning, the light so watery still that none of the peaks, sparks of dawn appear on the wet lawn. This is the kind of time it was, half past five. This is what Max sees first, blue, red block letters in seven-segment display. Half past five, five thirty two. His breath is starting up fast before he can register anything more, the red bars like synchronised swimmers dancing out an it's too early for this shit!

Heavy hot breath on his neck. Baby. Maxy you feel so good. Baby. And heavy hot length against him. Daniel's voice is low, and it makes Max shudder the way that the beams of a climbing frame do when you jump on them, bowing under you. And Max's spine does too, under Daniel, when his hips rock down.

Daniel?

Shhh, baby, shhh.

Max knows how this one plays out, it's a game they play sometimes. But it's early, five thirty-three. The bed creaks almost as faintly as Daniel groans. Slow and rhythmic. It's early, and he was dreaming, dreaming of the rich sweet summer.

I want to go back to sleep.

Then go back to sleep. Shhh.

Max tries. He does. Pillows his head on his arms all soft; there is a steady warm breath coming in from the window. Daniel has his hands braced above him. He rocks down and down, it moves Max with him. A faint groan, again. Max trembles. Thunder on the horizon. Like in his books, this is how electricity pools in the ground, in the atmosphere. This is alright. He's done this before.

Except for the quick way his shorts come down, which is quicker than he can breathe, can turn back to look at Daniel.

Wha-

Let me get a look at you, Maxy. Max freezes. This is all you can do in a situation like that—what do you do? Wake your mum? At a time like this?

Can't I just sleep, Daniel. I was, I was having a good dream. I can tell you later, you will like it.

Shhh.

I don't want to—

Baby, Daniel breathes on him, the rawest, dirtiest part of him. Max can't imagine what he's seeing. Daniel puts a thumb on him and he opens on it without thinking. Max thinks this is what it feels like when you are about to start dying. He feels peeled open like the halves of a grapefruit. When Max did this yesterday at breakfast it ripped like paper, pink and bleeding onto his hand. Dissolving into something. Pulpy little segments—these are so easy to separate with your teeth. Max separates for him easily.

Daniel is spitting into him where he's a broken-open membrane, hot and sticky. It's gross. It's gross and Daniel spits around his fingers and opens them so everything stretches like webs, Max imagines. He saw a photo of Daniel playing rugby with his taller friends, spitting out a mouthguard, and grinning, all that spit like spiderwebs multiplying in his mind. Opening. So good. You're so good, baby, Maxy. Sweetheart. Fuck. Max is leaking onto the bed. His face is hot. It hurts. Maxy, you're so fucking pretty in here.

Daniel is moving up again, over him. Last ditch moves. Max's chest, it hurts. His skin twitches like he's full of spiders from all those webs, and he tries to turn over, tries anything, tries to push back at Daniel's chest. Tomorrow, he tries to say, you can do it tomorrow. Or even later after he gets back from practice. But he just sighs. You're so pretty, Daniel repeats, and Max is getting tired of it. Baby. Sweetheart. Daniel seems to like saying those things. Daniel's cock fits in, half dry, but Max is so open. Daniel doesn't have to tell him to relax. Max's body tells him, this is what you have to do. This is what I learned to do for you. Maybe it doesn't hurt half so much. Maybe Daniel's mouth, soft and loving on the sharpest knob at the base of the curve of his neck at the end of all those knots of pain, maybe it can be a salve. When his hand catches Max's one cry, so does the bedsheet, catching the rest of everything Max has inside of him. Everything inside him breaking. Every last translucent membrane breaking. Max comes apart in Daniel's mouth, taken apart in little bits by his teeth. Pink pulpy pieces. Max doesn't want to eat grapefruits anymore.

#tw csa #obv #i could hear my father sing #sorry for the weirdo nonsense fuckin writing style its 2am here and im feeling weird also #my fic #asks #anon

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fatgumsurpremacy-remastered · 1 year

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Do you have any kinks that you like to write about? Any that you don't like?

Ooh. Anon that’s a wonderful question.

Many of my kinks don’t get brought up when it comes to my requests, and generally I feel like my audience wouldn’t prefer the way I go about portraying characters when I write them.

There’s a lot, a lot more dark then the rest be ready.

Tw: Discussion of kinks further on, dark themes.

Like: Bondage (light and heavy), body worship, oral, yandere, impact, pegging, sounding, roleplay, breath and temp play, dom/sub, light marking.Heavy verbal degradation, sensory deprivation. Cucking, voyerism, threesomes, Medical malpractice adj. (Ie. Inappropriate use of medication, medical equipment, or medical profession.) Body mods, robotics, monsters. Water sports, spit, Heavy physical violence, Heavy knife play, Burning, Marking (permanent), CNC, Dubious consent, NonConsent. Mindbreak, Captivity. Primal, aphrodisiacs, Blood, blood consumption and other gore. Amputation. Anything relating to Catholic trauma.

Refuses; Forced detransition, sissification, sensual genital mutilation, general filth, puss, dirt, necrophillia, beastiality, gang, feet, socks.

When it comes to my lighter works I don’t like to include kinks so much as experience. Light bondage maybe, as more of a trust factor in these.

I get requests for softer things sometimes, and it does give me a chance to write fluffier work surrounding the characters. Many of the people I like are older men, so softer works give me an opportunity to write about their body. And their age. A huge component in these is body worship. I feel like it’s a component focused primarily on the reader most times, when in fan fiction not directed at cannon characters.

In short meaning I like to draw focus away from the readers body so they can feel attracted to the characters in the story. A lot of that is told through foreplay. I personally like oral in these cases, as I feel it adds a need of tact to an act otherwise kinda messy, lol.

In my darker works I feel a bit more liberties but I try and keep it more tame for my audience. When I want to go dark I want to make it really dark but I’m afraid I might accidentally trigger someone in my work, even unintentionally. A lot of dialogue in my darker yandere fics are based of my own and my close friends experiences, and it’s realistic. But it’s also a release of trauma and anxiety related.

Many of my kinks on this end are kind of embarrassing so please-please don’t judge me too harshly. I’m gonna go from most ‘acceptable’ to lesser. I just feel like thats a good way to go about it.

Heavy bondage, light impact, pegging, and roleplay. I like these generally, they’re on the lighter end and generally will have a softer underlying tone coming from me. Spattered about will be bits of humor and a less heavy tone.

Breath, temperature, dom/sub, light scratching, marking as in hickies. I like these, they’re pretty base but they’re good for setting the mood in stories.

I feel bad because I’m blanking on what’s more socially acceptable or not so I’m going to move onto ones I’ve been side eyed for liking to write.

Heavier verbal degradation: I enjoy this specifically in context. Usually it’s for a darker or more yandere story and plays into another element which I’ll go into more context over later.

Sounding: Like the idea of a hole that’s ‘not supposed to be used’ being used. Really enjoy that.

This one’s specific and I don’t know the name for it, so I’ll explain but I think it goes hand n hand with my medical kink.

Person a) dommed by person b. Person b) Out of control given some sort of control mech by person c. Person c) initiated it all so they could record findings.

Medical kink, needles, surgical play, medical malpractice but sexy?? Gaslighting kinda. I’m scared of the doctors but fear can be a huge motivator and I feel the sterile atmosphere of a hospital or the creepy attitudes of a doctor can set a great mood.

Body mods, robotic parts, things not considered human on a human being, plays into monsterfucking.

God I’m going to get killed for this.

Piss. Piss and spit, I find them hot, but a lot of people don’t so I never get the chance.

Physical violence to the point of pain.

Deep stabs, cuts, burns, or marking.

CNC, Dubious consent, NonConsent

Mind break, gaslighting. Heavy bondage and captivity. Again yandere themes and heavy subject matter, a lot of which has to do with subdoing the s/o of the yandere.

Primal, this one allows me to run and convey the fear I have without actually being in danger!

Drugs and aphrodisiacs.

Blood, and other gore. I don’t know what fucked me up in such a capacity to like this. I’ve never actually done this and don’t plan to.

Blood sucking came from vampires but as I grew out of vampirism It grew from there, and now I have a much worse kink that people will certainly judge me for.

Amputation, especially when it’s not needed and as a form of possession. It sends shivers down my spine. The pain plays a heavy role. It’s also about writing dacryphillia.

A lot a lot a lot of religious trauma went into my preist kink. Think of anything that can be related to blasphemy and I most likely want to fuck with it.

I don’t like forced detransiton, or other things about gender such as sissification as a trans man. Generally it makes me cry trying to write it so I just don’t.

Anything dealing with dirt, puss, other insertion I can’t deal. Genital mutilation, scat and farting are off the table.

Scent kinks are ok so long as the above aren’t mentioned.

Nothing to do with feet or socks or relating to feet or socks I will cry my eyes out.

I don’t Like Gang scenes because they’re hard. I refuse to write necrophillia or Beastiality.

Thank your for asking ive left a tldr at the top.

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chronicallyblogged · 2 years

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Tw: sex, sexsomnia, nonconsent

Had trouble sleeping last night. Then partner who was asleep abruptly started kissing me. Neither of us were wearing pants which is important. Because they grabbed me and tried to put me on them. I had only seconds to react before I was essentially raped. Luckily their sleep self has shit aim, wasn't really all ready, and I have pretty strong legs so I was able to pin him with my legs into a hug. He then used his harms to wrap me into a hug I couldn't escape from and barely breathe in while he went into an anxiety attack. I rubbed their back and he calmed down. Then they rolled over and insisted I hug him and be the big spoon. All while very clearly being asleep.

I got the vibe that he was scared and wanted reassurance but only knew sex as a way to get it. Which honestly tracks. They have no memory now but feels horrible.

I was apparently non coherent this morning when I should have been fine. Still very soupy and nodding off but it's almost noon so trying to stay awake. Don't know if I went hypervigalent last night and now sleepy or if I'm going freeze or flee response rn. I should have more than enough sleep.

I'm gonna have coffee and ice cream. Coffee for the morning routine. Ice cream for the cold to ground me

Do not send me anything demonizing my partner or suggesting I leave. Sexomnia is a serious disorder. Do not take what I have written as way to speak against them. There are precautions that can be taken to be perfectly safe with it. We are both just negligent, have poor planning, and are impulsive so often do not do them despite having the means to do so. Hence the avoidable situation of the above happens.

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