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rephrased it as posts bc im posting all of them eventually, this'll just dictate the order :)
#if ur wondering why the ineffable husbands option is the same between both polls#its bc i fucked up the last poll and u cant edit them once theyre posted#i might be doing this every time i get a handful of shots done!#so i know what to prioritize (though everything gets finished eventually)#also keep in mind#these wont be out for a while!#focusing on my fics first <3
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i need an au of an eddsworld wtfuture esc sanders sides like please BAHAHAHA
THISSSSSS
lowkey when i was first making my transition from the eddsworld fandom to the sanders sides fandom i was like "lowkey army leader remus....." but anyway
some little fun facts: both oreo and a mystery wip im working on are actually re-written eddsworld fics i wrote long ago. i never finished either, and ive deleted both the eddsworld versions, but im really glad i could rehome these fics in the sanders sides fandom, but it also speaks to how similar some of the characters are
#ask#sanders sides#eddsworld#virgil and tom are like a 1:1 if you really look at it#and if you dont mischaracterize either of them#lol
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you know that scene in around the world in 80 days of DT's back? yeah
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The mysterious Golden Bullet
Or a take on Aziraphale and Crowley’s Wild West Era
And to this day…
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I just read your tiny crowley good omens shot 😍 what about a reverse situation? Aziraphale shrinking down, maybe Crowley thinks he can get a little bit of humiliation pay back only for him to still end up being the one more submissive anyway?
Itty Bitty And Bossy
[sequel to "Tiny Kisses"]
Warnings: micro/macro, oral play, humping
"Angel," Crowley calls, as he lays stretched out on Aziraphale's settee.
Aziraphale is up organizing his books, and though his footsteps are quiet, Crowley can hear him traversing the shelves, pulling a novel out here and pushing a diary back in.
Though, Aziraphale does pause upon hearing his name be called, and sets off towards the couch. Crowley waits until he nears it, and bites back a smile when Aziraphale circles the furniture, running his hand along the armrest and very lightly brushing his fingertips through Crowley's hair.
"Yes?" Aziraphale answers, and as Crowley glances towards Aziraphale's hands, he's pleased to see the angel had momentarily set his books aside in order to respond.
Crowley shifts his position. "Would you do me a favor?"
Aziraphale's brows furrow, albeit playfully. His lips are stretched into a curious grin. "Depends on the favor."
So, throwing Aziraphale's words back at him, Crowley begins with "do you remember Scotland? Edinburgh, 1827?"
His words immediately have Aziraphale's eyes going wide, and sparkling slightly. "I do indeed."
"Wonderful." Crowley adjusts his position, nearly knocking his glasses off the cushions where he'd previously set them as he swings his legs over the edge of the couch. Sitting up, he clears his throat, before attempting to look casual as he says "I was just thinking about Edinburgh, and more specifically about what it'd led us to recently-" his implications are playful, but a slight blush makes its way onto his face as he talks, "-and I've realized that you've seen me change size a handful of times, but I've only ever seen you in your normal stature."
Aziraphale laughs softly. "Well, I've only ever existed in my normal stature."
"That's a bit unfair, don't you think?"
Crowley reaches for Aziraphale's hand, and grabs it, holding it lightly with his own. Aziraphale squeezes his fingers.
"Yes, I suppose it is," Aziraphale responds. "So you'd like to see me in another size."
"If you wouldn't mind."
Aziraphale hums, and echoes "if I wouldn't mind. Well, I certainly don't think I mind. If you're so interested, then why not satisfy your curiosity?"
Brushing off his pants, Aziraphale circles the settee fully until he's standing before Crowley, looking rather poised, before suddenly his form begins to shrink down. It's slow, and awfully dramatic, but Crowley takes the time to make sure his feet are out of Aziraphale's way, and instead keeps his boots planted on either side of Aziraphale's newfound form.
Leaning down, Crowley sets his cupped hands on the floor, and much to his delight Aziraphale prances into them, settling himself on his knees within Crowley's palms. Crowley lifts him gingerly off the ground, and then just cradles him for a moment.
Weirdly enough, holding Aziraphale like this actually makes Crowley feel more flustered than he would have expected. Though, he's not exactly sure why.
Very gently, Crowley presses his thumb against Aziraphale's chubby stomach, softly telling him "you're quite... something like this."
"Shall I interpret that as a compliment?"
Crowley snorts. "Something like that."
Affectionately, Aziraphale reaches to hold Crowley's thumb, and offers a light "thank you, then," which has Crowley exhaling deeply through his nose.
Crowley's thumb circles over his stomach for a moment, before it steadily descends further brushes over Aziraphale's crotch. Under his breath, Crowley muses "I might just prefer you like this." It's said like a joke, but Aziraphale still blushes at the implication.
The ball of Crowley's thumb then rubs over his groin, making Aziraphale moan softly at the touch, and attempt to pull Crowley's finger even closer.
"Keep going," Aziraphale encourages him, his eyes fluttering shut as he relaxes shamelessly in Crowley's hands. And yet, Crowley stops, lifting his thumb away from Aziraphale and making Aziraphale quietly huff.
Before he can complain though, Crowley is pressing his nail to the bottom of Aziraphale's vest, and sliding it upwards. He gets it about halfway up Aziraphale's stomach, before pulling his thumb away and mumbling "take it off."
Aziraphale replaces Crowley's finger with his own hands and undoes his vest, offering Crowley an affectionate smile as he does so. As he shrugs it off, Aziraphale insists "you as well," which catches Crowley off guard.
Crowley just stares at him for a moment, before nodding slightly as though it'd taken him a moment to process Aziraphale's words.
He sets Aziraphale on his lap in order to shed his black jacket and underlayer - parallel to Aziraphale setting his vest to the side and pulling off the pale blue shirt beneath it - though while he just tosses his clothes into some unforeseen oblivion, Aziraphale neatly folds his up in his lap and waits for Crowley to finish.
He’s amused by the way Crowley grumbles under his breath when he has to shift Aziraphale’s position once or twice in order to writhe out of his pants, but once he’s finished, Aziraphale is being scooped back into his hands yet again.
“You didn’t strip when I was the one tiny,” Crowley huffs, but Aziraphale just pats Crowley’s hand in faux sympathy, before hesitantly giving up his clothes when Crowley moves to pull them out of the way.
“Careful,” Aziraphale states, as Crowley pinches the tiny clothes between his nails. “I’d hate for the cloth to tear.”
Crowley huffs again, but is careful when setting Aziraphale’s clothes on the arm rest, where they’re at the least risk of being torn or shoved onto the floor.
“Seriously, Crowley,” Aziraphale continues, staring over at his clothes, “I’ve been keeping that coat in tip-top condition for about about a century. I’d hate for anything to happen to it; you know they don’t make coats of that quality anymore-”
Abruptly, Aziraphale is cut off by Crowley pressing an affectionate kiss to his body. Though the action is sudden, it is entirely intentional; Aziraphale can ramble about his clothing another time. Crowley wanted to kiss him now.
Aziraphale flushes under Crowley’s lips, which envelop the entirety of his squishy body, but after a few seconds he’s pushing himself against Crowley’s mouth, even pressing his significantly smaller lips to Crowley’s upper one. It’s a kiss Crowley can just barely feel, but it has Crowley shifting on the cushions nonetheless.
When Crowley pulls away, he sees that Aziraphale looks utterly excited, and - after peeking over the edge of Crowley’s hands to gauge Crowley’s lower half - finds that Crowley is excited too.
Sitting back on his knees, Aziraphale looks back up at Crowley, before promptly asking “what’s next?”
“What’s next?” Crowley repeats, almost dumbfounded. “What’s next. What’s…” Scrambling to clear his throat, Crowley is clearly reaching for an answer, and is unable to grasp one that he’s completely confident in. He could push Aziraphale into his mouth, or he could rub Aziraphale against his cock, but he doesn’t move to do either. He’s completely unsure of how to proceed, and that fact fills his face as he avoids answering the question.
His hesitance allows Aziraphale to interject a suggestion. “How about you lean back and get comfy, my dear,” he proposes. If Crowley needs a little direction, the Aziraphale doesn’t mind helping him! “And then raise me up to your face, if you’d be so kind.”
Crowley lays back against the cushion behind him, wiggling slightly until he’s comfortable, before lifting his palm to his face.
“Wonderful,” Aziraphale praises, causing Crowley’s breath to hitch. “You’re so good at listening, Crowley. Now, if you’d just stick your tongue out, that’d be wonderful.”
Crowley’s lips part, and his tongue rolls out, his warm breath fanning over Aziraphale’s small body, enveloping him in humidity, and with Crowley’s tongue so close, Aziraphale can’t help reaching out to curiously touch it, running his hands over the squishy muscle. His fingers sink into the spit-covered surface before he pulls them up again.
Crowley pants as Aziraphale touches and pokes at his tongue, before suddenly Aziraphale is leaning partially against it. He uses his hands to support himself, before pressing his cock against Crowley’s tongue, rutting against it once just to make sure he can do it in this position, before smiling and looking up at Crowley happily.
“This is perfect,” Aziraphale expresses, rocking his hips, and moaning softly at the feeling. All while Crowley holds him up.
As Aziraphale begins to slowly hump against Crowley’s tongue, Crowley realizes he’s being completely neglected in this exchange. While Aziraphale’s fingers flex against the muscle, Crowley’s own fingers flex around his cock, slowly beginning to stroke his shaft in tune to Aziraphale’s rubbing.
Drool begins to run along the length of Crowley’s mouth, spilling both down his chin and simultaneously beginning to pool in his hand. His eyes are crossed in an attempt to watch Aziraphale.
He feels a little ridiculous, and he’s sure he looks it too, and yet he keeps his tongue out and his hand up.
In order to distract himself from his own thoughts of how silly this must look, he focuses on the way Aziraphale tastes, and frankly it’s ethereal; like milk and honey, albeit diluted by the expected taste of soft flesh.
Still though, Crowley understands completely how Aziraphale had been so casual to push Crowley into his mouth. He’s tempted to draw Aziraphale into his own! But he doesn’t; he keeps his tongue out while stroking his cock slowly.
When Aziraphale’s moaning gets louder, Crowley finally has to tear his eyes away.
“You’re so good, Crowley,” Aziraphale breathes, the quiet praise reaching Crowley’s ears with ease, flooding Crowley’s mind with encouragement to keep being good. Being good for Aziraphale, and Aziraphale only. “I understand why you enjoyed this so much last time!”
Crowley suddenly groans, squeezing his hand around his cock at Aziraphale’s words. Until Aziraphale stumbles away from Crowley’s tongue, and falls back into Crowley’s palm, slipping in the spit and landing on his rear. Shuffling to the edge of Crowley’s hand, Aziraphale watches Crowley’s hand slow in embarrassment.
“Do you need some help down there, Crowley?” Aziraphale asks, and despite his genuine tone, Crowley frowns.
“I don’t need to be callously teased.”
Aziraphale sits back, legs spread, showing off his hard, leaking cock in between his fat, slick thighs, glistening from Crowley’s saliva.
“I wouldn’t tease,” Aziraphale murmurs, rubbing his hand affectionately over Crowley’s thumb. “And I’m not callous.”
Crowley mutters something bitter under his breath, but Aziraphale doesn’t catch it. He’s not too bothered though, and instead smiles as Crowley lowers Aziraphale down to his pelvis. Crowley cringes as Aziraphale slips onto his midsection followed by a few drops of spit, and is quick to wipe his moist hand against the settee when Aziraphale isn’t looking.
Aziraphale shuffles forward to Crowley’s cock, setting a singular hand against it before mumbling “hm. I guess I didn’t fully think about what I was going to do,” as he walks around Crowley’s shaft, being careful of where he steps in order to avoid causing Crowley any discomfort. Crowley is watching him intensely, his breathing hard and audible as Aziraphale’s tiny fingers slide along his length.
Being a few inches smaller than Crowley’s cock reminds Aziraphale that he simply cupped Crowley in his hand last time, but notes that Crowley doesn’t move to do the same. Instead, Crowley’s fingers press excitedly into his thighs, as though needing to hold onto something to keep himself grounded.
After a few moments, Aziraphale wraps his arms around Crowley’s shaft, slowly moving to slide them up and down the flesh while kissing it briefly. As he glances up at Crowley to gauge his reaction, he watches Crowley press his lips together in order to repress a moan, his head falling back against the cushions in hopes of keeping his noises all inside. When Aziraphale squeezes his arms around Crowley’s cock, Crowley properly moans, and then Aziraphale is stepping back a few paces.
He watches as a drop of pre slides down Crowley’s cock and pools at the base.
“Crowley, why don’t you lay back for me? Fully? Get yourself properly comfortable,” Aziraphale offers, and immediately Crowley is looking down at him suspiciously.
“Why?”
Aziraphale smiles sweetly. “Just lie down flat, my dear. It’ll make us both feel better in the long run. Don’t you want to feel good?”
“I suppose,” Crowley mumbles.
He sets a careful hand behind Aziraphale in case his movement knocks Aziraphale off balance, and stretches across the settee. He props his shoulders and upper back against one of the armrests, while his feet barely touch the other end. As Aziraphale glances to look at Crowley’s clothes, he gives a quick reminder of “don’t knock my clothes off!” which has Crowley grumbling under his breath but being more mindful of where he positions his soles.
“Good job,” Aziraphale praises, albeit more teasing this time. “You’re such a good listener, dear. And in this position, I can do this…”
Aziraphale scoots forward, and uses his hands to sort of push Crowley’s shaft until Aziraphale can scoot his body onto it. It’s a weird feeling for both of them - Aziraphale straddling Crowley’s cock - but as Aziraphale’s chubby body experimentally grinds over it, both of them moan and simultaneously decide this is much better. However, even though it feels good, Aziraphale stills his hips in order to properly admire Crowley’s face.
Crowley’s brows are creased in pleasure, his eyes pressed lightly shut and his teeth gritted and he sucks in air between them. However, noticing Aziraphale’s lack of movement, Crowley opens an eye to peer at him.
“Well?” Crowley mithers, “get on with it already.”
“That’s not how you ask, is it now?” Aziraphale promptly replies, with a dramatic huff. “Honestly, Crowley, you could stand to be a bit more polite.”
“Oh, shut it.”
Aziraphale ruts his hips against Crowley’s cock briefly, before stopping again. “I’m serious, Crowley. How about you practice your manners and say please?”
“Please?”
“‘Please pleasure me Aziraphale,’ perhaps.”
Crowley huffs, and turns his head to the side. “I don’t need to ask you to do anything.”
“Sure you don’t. But you want to, don’t you?” Aziraphale runs his hands up Crowley’s shaft, rubbing over the slick surface and ever so slightly humps against it. He moans shamelessly, before stopping, denying both himself and Crowley pleasure since Crowley doesn’t want to be nice. “Don’t you want to be nice and good and ask politely? It’ll truly make both of us feel so much better, Crowley.”
“I could just grab you and use you myself.”
"You could... so why haven't you?"
Crowley stares at Aziraphale for a moment, before turning his head to the side and bitterly muttering expletives under his breath, the likes of which have Aziraphale flushing. Still though, he doesn't move to touch Aziraphale at all, and instead mumbles "canyoupleasepleasureme."
Aziraphale scoots forward - passing it off as him trying to lean towards Crowley - and goes "what was that, love? I couldn't quite hear you over your pride."
Crowley groans, before gritting out "can you please pleasure me?"
"There we go!" Aziraphale claps, before humping more casually against Crowley's cock. "You're so good! Doesn't it feel good to be polite?"
Crowley bitterly mumbles something, but Aziraphale lets it slide. He did say please, after all, and Aziraphale would be staying true to his word. He'll make them both feel good, which is something he's admittedly incredibly excited to do.
Flexing his fingers against Crowley's shaft, Aziraphale leans forward a bit to brace himself, before sliding his hips up and down Crowley's cock, grinding his own cock against it and making him moan. He's slow with his movement, but loud with his noises, and manages to keep his eyes open in order to watch Crowley press his knuckles to his mouth in order to stifle his own sounds of pleasure.
Crowley shifts slightly, making Aziraphale gasp, before lightly chastising him with "careful, Crowley. You'll knock me off if you're too rough," and listens as Crowley groans and tries to keep himself still.
Crowley's nails pierce the settee's cushions, clawing into them as he moans against his hand.
Aziraphale's eyes are focused intensely on him, using both his hands and his lower half to rub against Crowley's cock, watching as pre spills out of it and against Crowley's chest, which is already glistening with sweat.
Face flushes, Aziraphale continues filling the hot air between them with praise and encouragement.
Each whisper of "you're so good," is met with Crowley's eyes squeezing tightly shut, and each moan of Crowley's name has Crowley fighting to keep his hips still. The urge to buck them up and against Aziraphale is ever present, and yet he knows that his angel would go flying if he did.
"Angel," Crowley breathes, voice muffled. "Angel."
"Yes, Crowley?" Aziraphale pants, feeling sweat trickle down his face and off his round body. "I'm right here, love. Do you feel good? Are you feeling good?"
Crowley doesn't answer him, and Aziraphale doesn't need him too. Crowley's red face says enough about how he's feeling, and watching his brows crease in pleasure, relax, and then crease again with each shift of Aziraphale's hips make Aziraphale feel hot. He likes knowing he's making Crowley feel good, and he can tell right now that Crowley feels great.
Aziraphale's cock twitches as his body is overwhelmed by intense heat. His own pre is spilling beneath him, dripping onto Crowley's shaft onto to be quickly rubbed over and smeared by Aziraphale's thighs. He leans forward more in order to get a better position, and begins humping faster, thrusting his cock more feverishly against Crowley's.
In response, Crowley's head falls back against the armrest, a choked out moan coming from his mouth, and a more gritted cry of "angel!"
"So good," Aziraphale stammers, his own eyes fluttering shut. Shaky breaths are sucked in and shivering moans come out as the pads of Aziraphale's fingers press into Crowley's cock. "So... so good."
Aziraphale's close, and he knows it, and he knows Crowley is as well. He can see Crowley fighting to hold back his orgasm, presumably waiting for Aziraphale to finish first, though it could also be to spare himself the embarrassment of admitting just how good someone so tiny is making him feel.
Either way, Aziraphale encourages him to come. "You deserve it, Crowley; you've done so well," he says, and watches Crowley bite his finger to keep himself quiet. And yet, a groan slips past Crowley's lips.
Trembling slightly, Aziraphale continues. "I'm close too. You feel so good, Crowley. You've been doing so well. Please..."
Aziraphale's head falls, panting heavily as his own orgasm builds rapidly within him. And, well, Aziraphale's never been the greatest at resisting temptation, so he welcomes his climax rather happily. He humps against Crowley's cock as warmth builds and builds before relief floods over him, and his head is falling back as he moans. He comes onto Crowley's cock, smearing it around while rutting against the shaft through his orgasm, before he comes to a meek stop.
His arms shake as he leans over, hands petting over Crowley's shaft as he whispers "come on, Crowley, you're so good," his words so soft they barely reach Crowley's ears.
But Crowley had heard him come, and he'd lifted his head to watch the tiny mess be made, and curses at the display, before groaning quietly as Aziraphale once more begins slowly grinding against him, no doubt in an attempt to help Crowley come as well. But Crowley doesn't need his help with just how close he is, and so with just a few small movements of Aziraphale's body Crowley is coming too, his hand clamped over his mouth but moaning into it nonetheless.
He makes a mess of his own pelvis and chest, but doesn't seem to mind much, and instead rests back against the settee once he's achieved blissful relief.
As he pants, he feels Aziraphale shifting on his cock, and so Crowley cracks an eye open to peer at him, before leaning up slightly in order to cup Aziraphale in his hand.
"Watch it," Crowley mutters, as he lifts Aziraphale off his cock. "Lest you want to rouse me up again."
"I truthfully wouldn't mind," Aziraphale replies, as Crowley brings him closer. Crowley's nose scrunches up in disgust once he sees Aziraphale's lower half is smeared with his own semen.
Aziraphale chuckles at his dramatic reaction. "I know, I know. I'm messy. Won't you clean me off so I don't accidentally stain my clothes?"
"I don't want to get up and grab a cloth."
"Who said anything about grabbing a cloth? You have a tongue, don't you? You had no qualms about licking over me before." Aziraphale motions to himself. "What's the harm in doing it now? Is a little mess that big of a deterrent?"
Crowley frowns at Aziraphale's suggestion, but still forces himself to sit up slightly in order to run his tongue over Aziraphale, who chuckles softly at the feeling of Crowley's tongue running between his legs and over his lower half, even letting out a slightly oversensitive moan as the muscle rubs over his spent cock, before Crowley's pulling away, face red.
"There. Don't expect anymore favors though," Crowley states, laying back down and dumping Aziraphale onto his chest. Aziraphale laughs at Crowley's scrunched countenance, but relaxes against the latter's chest regardless, allowing himself to enjoy Crowley's warmth for just a bit. He'll get back to organizing his books sometime later.
#ineffable husbands smut#aziracrow#aziracrow smut#ineffable husbands#good omens#good omens smut#agp smut#g/t#micro/macro
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Born to write about Virgil spoiling sugar baby Logan forced to write about complex ancient civilizations
#this is so me today actually#born to update my sugar daddy fic (were twins fr)#forced to write an analysis on cormac mccarthy's no country for old men#im the NUMBER ONE mccarthy hater after reading this book#how do you just....#not use quotation marks......#also i will not deal with that mans semicolon slander
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kink rating: hypnotism and pet play?
Hypnotism
| No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
i love hypnotism! my boyfriend is truthfully way more into it than i am, but i enjoy the different methods of hypnotizing, mind games/tricks, and mind breaking! i also love smart people being made to become oh so dumb, giving them a much needed break!
Pet Play
| No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
if it's not abundantly clear by my recent posting history, im VERY into pet play. im super turned on by plugs, humiliation, feet, etc, which all factor into pet play. humiliation especially. being made to bark, crawl, pant, expose yourself, etc, all to get pet and played with? uhm, yes! pup play specifically is something i very much enjoy the idea of!
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So I was scrolling the moceit tag and saw some of your stuff and thought I recognized your username from somewhere, only to check your pinned and see you wrote hunger hurts, which I just discovered on ao3 about a week ago and have been obsessed with since. Vampire janus hypnotizing the sides to be his loyal thralls is such a based concept you were so right for that 👏
AHHHHH !!! hello !!!
im really glad you like hunger hurts!! its definitely one of my favourite fics ive started, and im really excited to continue it! im thrilled that so many people agree janus deserves to be a blood thirsty vampire and the others deserve to be all his :)
#ask#hunger hurts ask#genuinely i LOVE hunger hurts#and im really happy its been getting such good feedback!
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KINK RATING TIME!!
Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
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Before doing maintenance (fucking) your robot assistant, you must lock out (putting a chasity cage on her) and tag out (writing degrading stuff on her chassis) for safety (her enjoyment)
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When a robot gets angry and their voice glitches??? Just slam me against the wall and fuck me already
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honestly i dont think cucking even has to be a punishment/degradation thing (even though i know its the most common)
me and my bf both have a SUPER hot friend and we've both talked (mostly as jokes) about letting rot do one of us while the other watches.
like. imagine you and your partner are both like "yeah this persons hot. what if they were fucking you/me?" and then getting to touch yourself while your hot partner gets fucked by a hot person. theyre talking about how good the other person feels in them/around them, how pretty they are, and then looking over at the person being cucked like "dont you agree? dont you wish they were on you instead? they feel so good" etc etc in more of a light teasing manner than a degrading "this persons better than you" manner
Breeding, ropeplay, scientist roleplay, beimg cucked :3
~ami
breeding
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
i didnt even realise i had a breeding kink til i talked abt logan having one . i jusr want him 2 get pregnant so bad
roleplay
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
scientist roleplay
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
I DONT KNOW HOW I FEEL ABT RPING?? like. it makes me laugh & i find it so silly 2 imagine roleplaying NEHRKFNJD which obviously rping is very fine & im not kinkshaming & its nothing 2 b embarrassed abt, it just embarrasses me 2 think abt bcuz i am just self conscious abt everything so the concept of roleplaying makes me embarrassed idk im crazy. i do like scientists though
cucking
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
I HAVE SUCH MIXED FEELINGS ON CUCKING like i dont like it when its used as a punishment . even though thats literally what cucking is. its so weird i love cucking & im so turned on by it but actually Imagining it happening makes me cringe bcuz i hate cheating (its Not cheating i am not calling i5 cheating) & then when i try 2 imagine scenarios w/ the sides its like . so weird trying 2 combat my feelings on cucking bcuz i would LOVE 2 write an ana///lo///ceit cucking fic but it makes me cringe 2 imagine it used as a form of punishment or2 degrade or something does this make any amn of sense . i want logan 2 be forced 2 watch his bf virgil fuck another man in front of him but not in a like . "i have 2 fuck someone else cuz ur so useless" sort of way (i dont think logan would enjoy that in thr 1st place) but like . like a . i dont even know what other way there is . i think i just like open relationships /SILLY
#anyway im not into cucking believe it or not#i AM into fictional men being cucked though#i love it when its not me lmaooo
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okay im gonna share a little bit of ganic lore (hi im ganic).
i read my first smut book when i was ten. TEN. it had been shown to me by an ex (who later went on to abuse me emotionally, if that tells you anything), who was ALSO TEN. how he discovered it, im not sure, but having grown up in a rough house, this discovery of porn kickstarted what eventually morphed into extreme hypersexuality.
by age twelve i was regularly consuming smut fics, and had began masturbating as a common coping mechanism (an unhealthy habit im still learning how to fix). sad about anything? masturbation. stressed? masturbation. it was getting to the point where i was reading smut and looking at nsfw images around my parents and at school because i had gotten so used to it. at twelve years old i ended up reaching out to a rather popular smut author i had become a very big fan of, and we quickly became friends.
they were fourteen.
at age fourteen not only were they writing smut but ALSO posting in their book that they werent comfortable with minors reading it. and yet we chatted things up, we became friends, and i began writing and posting my own (very cringe) smut (i was TWELVE.).
we drifted apart a lot over the years. she - someone who was aro/ace - helped me realize i was also asexual, which caused a lot of internal conflicts struggling with my hypersexuality versus my asexuality. i never wanted to have sex, and yet sex is what everyone else wanted. it had become such a normalized thing in my brain that i got very depressed and defensive whenever anybody reminded me that i couldnt have relationships without sex (this isnt true, but this was something that was echoed to me specifically by my parents, who believed reproduction was expected by god). so, i began to oversexualize myself.
between the ages of 14 and 15 not only did i start posting smut regularly, but i began dressing provocatively, engaging on adult sites, etc. i could never force myself to go further than comments or texts (i never was into sending photos or actual touching), but this only furthered self deprecation. sex sells, after all. sex sells.
when i was about 17, that smut author reached out to me again. wed sort of drifted - she had gone to college, after all - and confessed she never liked writing smut. she just did it because thats what people engaged with, and getting into smut early had really messed her up. she admitted she had a lower sense of empathy and a higher sense of sadism than people should have because shed regularly consumed that sort of thing in porn, and that she was always aware minors would be reading the stuff she wrote, but if she put a warning she was exempt from the responsibility.
at the time, i admitted similar feelings.
it took years of therapy to finally realize that hypersexuality was an issue, and that itd take a lot of work to fix it. i will admit im very lucky; i not only had a therapist who affirmed my asexuality and helped me undo a lot of damage done by this exposure, but i also have a boyfriend who further reaffirmed my asexuality while also sharing a similar past and so could to some extent relate.
obviously, i still write smut. but thats why in almost every one of my works i make a show of displaying healthier habits (asking for consent, proper prep, advising against using knives and general unsafe play), and in the fics where i dont its warned accordingly. i know - as many others do - that minors will always read the stuff we post. i do not want you to. they do not want you to. if youre going to, i think well, i can at least make it healthy. that way, at the very least, things wont be too bad.
but they still can be bad. you can develop hypersexuality. you can begin believing that no relationship will work if there's no sex involved. you might think yourself mature and so engage in more and more dangerous mature past times in order to get that affirmation that you're "just like an adult!" and thats not healthy.
if you're a minor, and you're reading my smut, or pupplaylogans nsfw rambles, or anybodys sexual content, i genuinely advise you to stop. be curious, but dont be addicted, because you can get addicted to porn, and it can damage you permanently. there's a way to engage in fandom space that doesn't center around nsfw - there are so many authors that write teen and under friendly content so you aren't left with just porn.
and im adding this because as someone whos dug themselves into a hole and had to pull themselves out of it, feel free to dm me. if youre a minor who has been secretive and been stalking our pages, and you think it's going to become a problem, reach out. yes, i wont be happy, but neither will you in the future. and honestly, id rather you have someone tell you now that this is bad then you believe it's good, and then have to deal with all this bad by yourself in the future. we can talk. you can be redirected.
if anyone who's read this knows some good non-nsfw sanders sides content creators specifically, feel free to reblog and add some (i'm going to later once i've compiled a list)
guys how do u Not know how 2 secrerly look at porn why r we liking & rblging stuff being children. being interested in nsfw as a teen is so normal & fine but u cannot be out here interacting w/ adults please . sometimes children scare me so bad
#anyway#sorry revy didnt mean to share my whole life story#genuinely though this is super important#for anyone underage#but also as someone whos FREAKIN ASEXUAL#PORN CAN REALLY FUCKIN MESS YOU UP!!!#so if youre ace and you struggle with addiction especially#stay away from porn man#it can cause really bad self deprecation or imposter syndrome#but yeah just in general like#youre worth more than sex#sex is not a necessity in relationships#masturbation is not a normal coping mechanism if you're doing it more than once a day#etc etc
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18th April - it is David Tennant's Birthday today!
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Virgil’s a mouthy little bitch.
So anyone, and everyone, takes him down a notch by having him be a cockwarming slut, suck them off, or fuck him so hard he can’t think 🫶🫶
At the end Virgie is in sub space and can’t think of anything other then making the others feel good 💜💙❤️💛💚🩵
i agree!!! virgil likes to be a brat, whether in day to day or in sensual situations
so, how do you silence a mouthy little bitch! the obvious answer is shoving something into that mouth! long fingers, thick cocks; either work! and virgil tries to bite at first, just to double down on his stubborn nature, but a quick slap from remus or some gentle coaxing from patton and virgils brattiness is devolving into submission and obedience as he sucks or lets himself relax with some nice weight in his mouth
of course, the less obvious answer is keeping him pressed against the bed and fucking him until he cant think enough to produce coherent sentences. the only words he needs to be saying are "more" and "please" after all!
and after everythings said and done, hes cradled and praised and told hes so good when hes not running his mouth, which always has him grumbling under his breath but leaning into their hold!
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Virgil and Roman getting caught fucking by Logan
Then they all fuck
both virgil and roman can get made to be very very loud, and logans very aware. as he walks by their room, and hears creaking and noises and- yes, maybe a bit of moaning, he cant help but get curious!
so, he opens their door! while he could tell they were doing something, perhaps it slipped his mind just what creaking and moaning entailed!
hes obviously a bit embarrassed when he realizes virgils slotted between romans legs, both of them red and sweaty, but as he rushes to back out of the room they stop him. both of them stop him. they say his name, urge him to stay, and when logan shuts the door, they coax him onto the bed. good boys stay in the room. good boys strip their clothes off. good boys come crawl onto the bed. and logan likes being good, doesn't he?
and then hes in the middle of roman and virgil, being touched and fondled by both of them, who are overly excited at the opportunity to explore him thoroughly
#ask#i think logan deserves to intrude on sensual situations#that he didnt realize were sensual#and then get guided or pulled into them
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