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ivystoryweaver · 8 months

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What’s your headcanon on the Moon boys kinks??

Ooooh spicy ask! 🌶️

nsfw below the cut, 18+, you have been warned

I slipped and wrote entire headcanons for Moon Boys x f!reader

So I do explore some nsfw/fetish type stuff in these headcanons: "Moon Boys + Where They Like to Put it" with the short version being Steven loves your boobs, Marc loves your tummy and mouth and Jake loves your thighs - I mean really LOVES them.

Ahem

Beyond that (because Steven being a boob man is not exactly a unique idea)...

Steven loves lingerie, which isn't exactly a kink, but he likes to venture into roleplay, or even just name calling. He's always wanted to be a professor, so if you call him that while wearing lingerie, he loses his mind. He is mesmerized by things soft and beautiful, and the most delicate or sensual lace or straps or sheer fabric over the curves of your body make him almost shake with desire to get his hands on you. He even likes it more if you tease him a little - make him wait before he can run his hands all over you, peel the wispy material from you skin and devour you. He also loves when you slide your fingers into his curls and tug his hair hard.

Marc likes mutual masturbation and sex toys. He finds you using a toy on yourself one day and that opens up a whole new part of your sex life. He wants to watch - it makes him feral and he can't help but fist his cock at the sight of you writhing on a toy, or to the touch of your own hands. Dirty talk is usually involved - he'll say the filthiest things about how you look fucking yourself. He will even tease you all day with messages you should not be reading at work.

Marc will say filthy things to you when he fucks you but he also likes you to tie him up. The loss of control helps him relax and elevates his pleasure in a completely different way. He's always been grasping for control of his life so to willingly surrender it to someone he absolutely trusts, and receive love and pleasure from it, bondage does it for him.

I think Jake has a glove kink. He likes to do all manner of things to you, gloves on. He loves the little sounds you make when rough fingers circle your clit. The indentations in your smooth neck where he squeezes - it makes him feel ownership. It's not that he really needs to choke you, he just likes the marks on your skin.

He also likes it in public. In his car, pushed up against his car, somewhere dark and potentially dangerous. He doesn't mind if a passerby "accidentally" hears your moans. And believe me, you will be moaning.

Then there's the time that you put on Jake's gloves. But that's another story.

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1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam · 2 months

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Just experienced such an unusual burst of BBC Merlin fan energy, and after having spent a good portion of my night surrounding myself with young royals content, I can safely ask why more people don’t talk about how Merthur walked so Wilmon could run??? Also. The knights. The knights are stupid and funny and chaotic lil shits, and thinking about them gives me Forest Ridge named first years (literally just Henry, Walter, and Alex) vibes. Blonde royal with dark-haired “commoner” best friends to lovers speed run (I don’t care that I remain delusional over a decade after the Merlin finale was released, they were SOULMATES, two sides of the same coin and all that idc), the queer-magic metaphor in Merlin and how Wille is queer (unlabeled) and Arthur was literally BORN of magic. As in, there is never any confirmation as to whether Arthur could have a talent for learning magic, but being born of it sounds pretty innate to me (something something unlabeled-uncertainty Wille???). And then Simon and Merlin knowing exactly who they are from the moment we meet them (Simon is out to anyone who cares enough to know, Merlin was born with his magic and has used it throughout his childhood). The “commoner” boyfriends being constantly overlooked or disparaged for their lack of status, but their royals (eventually) get to the point where they couldn’t care less about status. Arthur talking about dragging Merlin away to live on a farm away from the royal life —> Wille telling Simon in s2 that he’d give August the crown so they can be together. The royals having a really shit parent who doesn’t want to accept them or change to the country/kingdom. Sad one, but the “commoner” boyfriends sorta losing themselves in the other guy (Merlin losing his innocence so completely because of how much he puts into protecting Arthur vs Simon being Wille’s ONLY support for most of s1 and the only one Wille feels he can really talk to, prior to his and Felice’s friendship developing). Meta one, but the royals’ character development being a goddamn rollercoaster at times, but they’re getting there.

You can’t say that these two shows aren’t so perfectly aligned with each other in so many ways. The queer-magic metaphor alone goes so crazy!!! I love the conversations about heartstopper and rwrb in connection to young royals but give our OG queer-coded royals some time in the spotlight too, it’s super fun!!!

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gallawitchxx · 7 months

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“didn’t like the way he was looking at my husband.”

KINKTOBER 2023 👻 | @gallavichthings 🖤

bingo! — jealousy • free • clothes jockstrap on

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#oops i slipped #😈 you know you wanna look under the cut 😈#happy kinktober to all lovers of both:#jockstrap!mickey #marked!mickey #& of course #possessive!ian #shameless #shameless fan art #kinktober 2023 #ian x mickey #bee makes art 🐝 🎨

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itisnotdefended · 6 days

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i still have that audio of you calling out the universe for all its silly ways it made it look like we belonged together.

#short poem #poetry #poem #oops i slipped

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dazzle-art · 5 months

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[....] I remembered when Sidon and I would swim through rivers, up waterfalls, down to the deepest of lakes that we were allowed to go into. We found snails, lizards, and fish. Sat on rocks, talked the days away with nothing to worry about, nothing to fear. I remembered when Sidon ran up to me all of the sudden, handing me one of the largest salmon I had ever seen. “For you!” He smiled, a smile almost as large as that hearty salmon. “What for?” I asked, taking it within my hands, shock written into my face. “No reason!” Sidon giggled, jumping from foot to foot, watching me expectantly, as if I may take a bite out of it right there and then. “Take it, take it! You know they’re good!” I need only think for one second, the solution was obvious. “Hey, wait a second! How about we share this together?” His eyes lit up, his teeth glinting the sun. “Share?” “There’s no WAY I could eat this entire thing by myself!” I hoisted the salmon over my head, it was almost heavy enough to knock me off my feet at the time. “There’s enough for the both of us!” “Ooh, ooh! Should we cook it too, Yona?” “You know it!”

#razz writes #wipperoni #oops I slipped

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aprettyspy · 1 year

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Arm day

#daniel craig #arm day #I'm trying really hard not to objectify this talented hard working actor #he worked so.....phwoaaaar #oops I slipped

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tmrrwppl · 1 year

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S1 E13 · Things Fall Apart

[this is long af and I'm not sorry]

"You wanna explain what the hell that was, Cara?" The other paranormal, her leader froze in her steps as Clari's feet pounded after her. Clari's hair was frizzing with the energy she oh so longed to launch at the younger woman. She had seen Cara glance at her when telling John he could say his 'goodbyes'. And she wasn't stupid to think there wasn't some lingering thoughts about what Clari and John had been up to in the years before they brought Cara in.

Cara stepped into the office, holding the door open for Clari. Recognizing her needing away from the other's prying eyes, she stormed in, Cara shutting the door. "John undermined me, Clarissa. You heard what I said, you heard what he said. And you know what the result was." Clari watched her walk behind the desk and throw herself into the chair. Even shaken and angry, Cara was still graceful.

"So you just kicked him out, right after Ultra shot him, right after Astrid was being hunted down, after Stephen was almost tortured by that psycho, and not to mention the last, oh I don't know, three fucking years?" Clari was snarling, and she knew the super computer above her head had picked up on her distress, the faint blue light reflected along the wall behind Cara's head.

"Clarissa, I know this is difficult and I understand you are---"

"Don't say you understand, Cara. you have no idea what you've just done. You know who built this place for us? Cas, me, Russ, and John. And John did the brunt of the work. This whole room is for John. And you kicked him out of his home that we built. Which did not involve you."

Cara observed Clari for a moment, and Clari knew she had touched a nerve by how the younger woman's brow furrowed. Opening her mouth to speak, Clari cut her off again, tired of listening to her repeated condescension and meaningless words. Repeating the same thing over and over wouldn't make everyone believe it.

"You think John and I fucked back in the day, but no, we didn't. I was too traumatized in those days and he was scared to hurt me. But he protected me, he protected us, and I protected him. And he became my older brother, as good as Cas is, blood or no blood. I love John, I always will, but I do not love John. So, let's get the idea that he was going to say goodbye to me specifically out of your dumbass head."

She knew Cara had seen them before draped across each other comfortably, which had always settled in her mind as a reason for jealousy. Hell, John was a damn virgin until him and Cara got together anyways, but she didn't feel the need to tell Cara that.

"What you just did was the absolute most stupid thing I have ever seen a person do. And I literally took Russell down to bring him in."

Clari took another breath for a moment, her rant having been nearly non-stop, but ever the motor mouth was she, obviously, she was not finished with Cara.

Cara levelled her with a look as she paused, partially regret, but more anger. "John undermined me, Clari. That cannot go unpunished--"

"Oh no, he embarrassed you-- did you not literally go against his stance and run off to save Stephen from Ultra when we didn't even know him? Didn't you constantly challenge his decisions, regardless of if they had been the right move or not? This isn't a dictatorship, Cara. Before Mike opened his fat mouth, we actually had a democracy where our voices mattered for something. John let you get away with everything short of fucking murder because he trusted you, even when you went against him."

Cara at least had the decency to look shamed through her angered stance, but Clari knew she was pushing her luck with her next words.

"You are a hypocrite, Cara Coburn. And you are so blinded by your little power trip, that if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were actually blind."

"ENOUGH, CLARISSA, I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THIS!" Cara slammed the desk with her hands as she stood, and Clari felt the crackle of energy finally returned at her, though much weaker than her own. She teleported infront of Cara, pushing her away from the desk and into the cabinet, her arm pressed against the younger woman's throat. Her hair frizzled more with static and her fingers itched to throw Cara into a wall and through it.

She knew it would be easy to wipe the floor with Cara in this state. And the other woman was hesitant, afraid to make a sudden move, having witnessed Clari's power from the sidelines.

At that moment, Russell and Cas burst through the door, both looking horrified at the scene in front of them, as Clari's small frame pinned Cara's, the angered static rising from both of them, though Clari's threatened the power as the lights flickered, keeping herself contained.

Her lips quirked in a smirk, almost goading Cara on as she hissed the next words. "Go on then. Kick me out, too. Kick Cas, kick Russell. We're the only ones left blocking you from ultimate control of everyone down here. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Cara struggled, not wanting to try and fight Clari, Russell was rubbing his face, trying to decide if it was worth trying to pull Clari off Cara, or if he should just let it happen. As it had been him Cara had seen thrown through a wall before, he was definitely not volunteering.

Clari had a vivid memory of his valid concern. Sometime last year, after an argument that resulted in Clari breaking several punching bags, Russell had once pointed out both Clari and Cara were the alpha females of the pack, and that was why they butted heads so often.

"Is everyone else is supposed to just lie down and take orders from you despite everyone knowing you never listened and did what you wanted? Maybe I should call another vote. You think the structure down here is stable enough where everyone would vote for you again? After all the mistakes you've made that we've smoothed over? Cas is just as strategic as you, I am more resourceful than you, Russell is quicker than you. All of us could lead more efficiently than you and have been here longer. Do you want that?" The scowl on Cara's face proved Clari's point. Deep down, Cara wanted to stay in leadership, thinking she was somehow better than the original occupants of this place.

Clari heard her brother finally say 'Let her go, sis.' , whispered telepathically, almost a suggestion, though she could tell he knew she could have easily won any altercation if Cara had decided to engage. But it was gentle, a reminder that they had been friends, and despite Cara deserving it, it wasn't worth it.

And she did, deciding he was right, pulling back from Cara and leaning against the desk, crossing her arms. Russell looked between the two siblings before glancing at Cara.

"Cara, this is screwed up, we can't just kick John out like this, and you two are on the edge of brawling? It's not right. Clari is right, it was stupid. John saved Stephen." Cara looked down at the floor, avoiding all of their eyes, especially Russell's crestfallen face, her hand rubbing at her collar where Clari had pressed with her forearm. "It is done. And I will not undo it. Because the others will see me as weak."

Clari bristled at that, biting her tongue and looking between Russell and Cas, the three of them thinking along the same lines. But she was the one who spoke it into existence.

"And that's all that ever mattered to you, isn't it? And you think you can blame your trauma for it. Newsflash, Cara, I was 15. And didn't have a handy rock nearby." Clari snarled again, throwing their private conversation back into her face, Cas and Russell stunned behind her. 'That makes you the weakest one here.' Cara's eyes whipped to Clari at her thought, portraying her hurt that Clari would say that.

Once upon a time, they had been good friends who could talk to each other about everything. Softball teammates who mopped the floor with John, Cas, Russell and the others on their own. But they had grown apart, despite living feet from each other. Clari becoming their main supply runner and Cara putting herself into leadership with John and Russell. Not to mention the two butting heads over the simplest of things, such as Cara's distaste when Clari would almost get caught, thinking she had a right to lecture her. No longer would Cara need to worry about that, Clari guessed.

"I'm leaving. Without John, this place is a sinking ship. Without me, you'll need to get your shit together." Her head turned to look at her brother and he nodded. He would follow her to the end times, she knew. She then glanced at Russell, and he shook his head, planning to stay. 'I have to try and help, Clari. This is my home.' Her lips tightened with emotion at being separated from her little brother, but she understood. 'My home is with John, you, and my brother... But keep them safe. you know how to find us.' Cas nodded as well, looking at Cara. "We'll come back when John does."

Cara scowled, "Fine, then abandon us. Goodbye." She teleported away, ending the discussion, but Clari distinctly heard her sob escape before she had disappeared. There would be a time for Clari to be sad about the situation, but the adrenaline was at it's peak and she would find no relief in crying, now was the time to get through the day.

She turned to Cas and Russell, resting her hands on the desk and rolling her neck to relieve the tension that had built through the exchange.

"John left without saying goodbye." Russell said in a small voice, clearly hurt, Clari's eyes scanned the room, still seeing much of John's junk all over. Clari knew John as well as she knew herself. He was hopeful he'd come home.

#m: John #m: Clari #m: Russell #m: Cas #c: Cara #oops I slipped #wanna write another with the verse Jordan and I have #which tbh would be Jordan just standing there the whole time #and then Cas and Clari and Jordan trying to track down John before they went to Jordan's XD

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