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ofduskanddreams · 6 months

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Take Me If You Can [teaser]

Happy Halloween! This is not a trick, just a treat for all of you <3 Kinky canon-verse Azris is coming soon, though not quite in time to qualify as a kinktober fic. Minors DNI. Please be mindful of the warnings before clicking beyond the break. This isn't as edited as my usual stuff so please be kind to me.

I used my usual Azris taglist for this but if this snippet isn't your vibe than please disregard the tag. Have a great Halloween :)

CONTENT WARNINGS: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent,) violence, fighting, chasing/hunting, bondage, primal play, making the fae be FAE™, degradation, cutting off clothes, teasing, faebane is involved, toxic masculinity.

Azriel feels the faebane enter his bloodstream immediately, his shadows fade and the stones on the backs of his hands lose their light. As usual, his first reaction is panic. And since Azriel is no coward, he’ll choose fight over literal flight every time. His lungs tighten, gaze searching for any sign of the Autumn male as his heart beats too quickly. Even though this is something he chose, something he asked for, has begged for before, it still goes against every instinct that has kept him alive for the past five and a half centuries.

“You know you can make things easier for yourself any time, Shadowsinger.”

Eris’s voice echoes off the trees, the bastard is using a spell that makes it impossible for Azriel to guess his location because the sound surrounds him.

“Just say the word,” Eris taunts, “or stay still for once like a good little brute and let me catch you.”

Stay still? Like hell he will. Azriel takes off, sprinting across the cushion of fallen needles and moss.

He sidesteps a tree root arching out of the loamy earth, air already sawing in and out of his lungs.

Eris’s laugh sounds from somewhere in front of him. Azriel skids on the soil, turning so quickly he has to push himself off a sap-sticky trunk to stop from crashing into it.

“Running is pointless, you know?”

And Azriel hates himself for the way that coldly arrogant voice, those unmistakably posh vowels, sends a bolt of desire shooting down his spine.

“You will never outrun me. If you try to hide, I will find you. If you try to fly away, I will winnow to you in an instant and take you someplace where no one will hear the way you’ll be screaming for me by the end of the night.”

Azriel runs faster, eyes adjusting to the rapidly darkening forest. He thinks there’s a lake nearby and starts heading in that direction. If he can get to any kind of clearing, he’ll stand a better chance.

Eris doesn’t stop trying to bait him, still projecting his voice so it hits Azriel from every direction.

“You’re nothing without your magic, Shadowsinger. You’re just a helpless male. A coward running instead of facing me. Without your shadows, without your power, you’re useless. What good is a spymaster who can’t spy? A soldier who’s too scared to fight?”

Azriel sees a glimmer through the trees up ahead—moonlight on rippling water.

“What chance do you, a powerless brute, have against me—a high fae prince, the heir to the Autumn Court?” Eris laughs again, “The fact of the matter is that you don’t. I will always find you, Azriel.”

And fuck but the surety in Eris’s voice makes Azriel’s cock stiffen in his leathers. He palms himself hard enough to hurt—not the good kind of hurt—because he can’t afford an erection slowing him down, not when the lake is so close.

“And, when I catch you, I’ll show you exactly what use you’ll be to me.”

It’s a threat. It’s a promise.

Azriel breaks through the tree line and onto the gravelly shore.

But he hasn’t been thinking ahead, doesn’t know where to go because the only options are the water, back into the forest, or into the sky. Flying is the surest way to be caught. Illyrian wings are a hindrance to swimming. The forest means he loses any advantage this clear line of sight gives him.

Though these thoughts fly through his mind in an instant, that’s all it takes. A warm weight slams into him and sends both of their bodies crashing onto the gravel. Azriel lands on his back and the stones bite into his wings, dozens of small cuts on the sensitive membrane open as one—a symphony of exquisitely bright pain blooming.

“Hello, little bat,” Eris sneers above him, auburn curls falling onto his forehead from the chase. The princeling cocks his head, “Giving in so soon?”

“Never,” Azriel growls, slamming a fist into Eris’s side, just below his ribs and rearing up. His forehead meets Eris’s with a crack, shards of light splinter through his vision but Azriel works on muscle memory, throwing Eris off balance and flipping them.

But as he reaches to grab a fistful of Eris’s hair and pin his head in place, the male smirks. Heat wraps around Azriel’s extended wrist as the world darkens, the lake dissolves and he can’t breathe, can’t….

His shoulders burn as his arms are stretched above him to their limit, the rough bark of a tree trunk presses into the open cut on his cheek and Azriel hisses as the hand on his nape presses harder.

“Pathetic,” Eris scoffs, releasing his head with a shove.

Azriel tries to hit him, kick him, something, but his legs won’t move. Glancing down, he sees ropes of flame wrapped around his ankles, glowing orange against the darkness.

“Thinking you could run from me? Honestly,” from somewhere behind him Eris tuts disapprovingly, “this level of delusion would be cute if it weren’t so pitiful.”

“Fuck you,” Azriel cranes his neck and spits but it lands a few feet short of Eris’s polished boots.

“Oh, don’t worry little bat, you will. Try that again. If you make it, I’ll let you lick them clean.”

Despite himself, Azriel’s getting hard. He presses his forehead against the uneven bark, trying to stop the blood from rushing out of his head.

“Oh, I think you like the sound of that,” Eris croons, close enough for Azriel to feel the warmth of his breath on the shell of his ear. “Is that what you are, Azriel? Nothing better than a dog panting at my feet?”

Azriel throws his head back hoping to hit Eris, but all he succeeds in doing is pulling a muscle.

Then there’s cool metal and the familiar edge of a gemstone dragging down the central tendon of his right wing and Azriel’s breath leaves his lungs all at once as he arches into the touch.

Eris chuckles, “Look at you. The famed spymaster of the Night Court, the legendary shadowsinger, and you barely put up a fight. Already so desperate for me.”

“I’m not done fighting,” Azriel sneers, struggling against the restraints.

“Oh but you are,” Eris sounds gleeful. The heat of him presses Azriel into the unyielding tree. Azriel can’t help the noise that slips past his lips when Eris reaches into his leathers without warning and wraps his fingers around Azriel’s cock and strokes leisurely. “Just as I thought.”

The heat of Eris’s skin, the cool metal of his rings, makes Azriel shudder. Eris’s teeth graze the tattoos on his neck and Azriel’s torn between trying to headbutt him again and giving him better access to the sensitive expanse of skin.

“I know how much you hate this,” condescension laces Eris’s words. “You hate that I’m the only one who can give you what you need.” He sighs, releasing Azriel’s cock. “It must be so frustrating not being able to allow yourself the things you want, needing someone else to give them to you, needing me to be that someone.”

A vertical line of pressure lands between Azriel’s shoulder blades—a knife, larger than the one with the faebane.

“Stop,” he grits out, though it lacks conviction.

The moment Eris tackled him onto the lakeshore, Azriel realized how long it’s been since their last game, and just how tired he is. It’s been months since Nyx was born—since Azriel almost lost a third of his family in a single moment and has been doing everything in his power since then to make sure everyone is safe.

The blade cuts through the laces running down his spine, the night air eliciting goosebumps on the newly exposed skin.

“Eris,” Azriel warns. The knife stills halfway through its journey.

“Yes, Azriel?”

The waiting blade, the lack of derision in the words—Azriel doesn’t need to be told that Eris is giving him a chance to stop this now.

He should take it. Azriel should never have let things get this far. Eris is right that a part of him loathes how much he craves this, craves him—the male he’s hated for so long, who’s impossibly complicated, whose masks are so layered that he doesn’t know where they end and Eris begins.

This goes against everything he’s believed his whole life: vulnerability is weakness, weakness is shameful. The last place he should ever want to be is at someone else’s mercy. He’s Rhysand’s spymaster for fuck’s sake—Azriel is the one who binds, he’s the one who wields the blade. It’s who he’s always been: the person everyone needs him to be

— — —full fic coming soon-ish!

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#azris #azris fanfiction #azriel x eris #eris x azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel acotar #eris vanserra #eris acotar #acotar fanfiction #cw: kink #cw: cnc #kinktober 2023 #kind of not really #it is in spirit

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thana-topsy · 7 months

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Been too long since you've had any unhinged neloth stuff in your askbox recently soooo care to tell us about that old man's kinks?

LMAO too true, anon. Too true.

Sheesh, this is an interesting one. I write Neloth as a very specific flavor of ace/demisexual. He's not the kinkiest individual by nature. However, he DOES have control issues. So I think, should he ever work up to it and find the ability to trust the process, he'd probably manage to enjoy some light bondage/shibari. It's a kink that plays on the idea of surrender and trust in your partner(s) -- allowing oneself to be vulnerable. Not easily accomplished for someone like him. But oh so enticing, wouldn't you say?

#topsy's asks #neloth #I wouldn't qualify this as nsft #cw: kink #topsy after dark

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michellemisfit · 6 months

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Kinktober Bingo / Gallacrafts

Sex Toys, Whipping, Collar, FREE (Pet Play - Gallapets. Literally lol)

(Digital, GIMP, MS Paint)

Who’s up for a little bit of @gallacrafts after dark this fine Sunday? Have a @gallavichthings crossover!

Click the ‘Mys Art’ tag to see more of my stuff, or check out my work on RedBubble and AO3

#Mys does Kinktober #gallavich kinktober #gallavich kinktober 2023 #shameless fanart #Ian gallagher #gallacrafts #gallapets #Kinktober #theme 26 #cat o nine tails #cw: kink #cw: whips

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asexualactivities · 7 months

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Any resources you'd recommend for aces looking to explore/experiment with kink, particularly bondage? (Bonus points for having ace perspectives on kink, including non-sexual kink.)

Can any kinky aces help anon out here?

#asexual #asexuality #cw: kink #kinky aces

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loki-is-my-kink-awakening · 1 year

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For the @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt Against The Flow

The Tears of a Trickster

Fandom: Loki TV

Ship: Loki x Mobius

Rating: Mature

Tags: Dacryphilia. Peril. Kisses.

Summary: Mobius gets turned on by Loki crying despite the sacred timeline unravelling around them. Alternative ending to Loki episode 6.

Mobius needed to be anywhere else but here watching Loki sink to his knees in front of him, sobbing his heart out.

“It’s done,” the trickster proclaimed, looking up at him through his long, dark lashes as tears ran down his face. “We made a terrible mistake.”

The way his chest heaved, the dishevelled look of his uniform, and how Loki held out his hand towards him, like he was pleading for mercy, it almost had Mobius’ will breaking.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing Loki by the wrist and dragging him far away from prying eyes. He needed a table, somewhere where he could hide how tight his trousers were getting.

“Mobius, you need to listen to me.”

Loki’s voice sounded ragged and it certainly wasn’t helping matters.

The trickster had broken down in tears many times since he had been removed from the Timeline, but this was definitely the most testing moment for Mobius.

He knew Loki didn’t like him that way, only saw him as a friend. He had found his perfect match in his variant, Sylvie, and there was nothing Mobius could do about that.

Getting turned on by his tears was a line he shouldn’t cross, that Mobius knew for sure.

He pulled Loki along to an empty table behind some bookshelves, motioning for him to sit down, then he sat in the seat across from him.

“Now, tell me exactly what happened,” Mobius urged once he had tucked his chair in as far as it would go under the table.

Loki looked across at him, his pale skin almost translucent. “We freed the Timeline. We found him beyond the storm—a citadel at the end of time. He’s terrifying…”

“Who is terrifying?”

“Kang.”

This gave Mobius pause. He didn’t know who Kang was and why he would have Loki so scared.

“I’m afraid I need more than that.”

It was then that the lights above them flickered. The bookcases rattled. Mobius got up, looking around.

Loki grabbed him. “It’s happening. We need to run. Anywhere but here.”

Not waiting to hear more, Mobius followed after a very panicked Loki while light fittings and tiles fell from the ceiling, and reports tipped from bookshelves.

Chaos erupted around them. Minute men and hunters ran through the corridors. They needed to get out of here.

“This way,” Mobius urged, pulling Loki towards a cupboard. He yanked the door open, pushing a mop out of the way, and stepped inside.

Loki squeezed in, facing Mobius, and closed the door.

Their chests were flush, pressed against one another. It was intimate, only made easier by the fact he couldn’t see Loki’s face.

“Now what?”

Without answering, Mobius reached down between them, slipping a hand inside his jacket to pull out the TemPad.

Loki’s breath hitched at the movement.

“I think we should find somewhere else to hide,” Mobius finally said. He opened the TemPad, lighting up his face, and began tapping buttons.

“There’s no space for a Time Door in here,” Loki grumbled.

“There is if it is underneath us,” Mobius explained. He looked into the semi darkness, seeing the vague outline of Loki’s tear-stained face.

He really did look beautiful like that, despite how wrong it was to think about it. Maybe in another timeline, they got together. Maybe Loki liked to cry for him. Maybe a million other ideas flashed through Mobius’ mind.

But this was the real world. He looked down at the TemPad and read the results. There was one place they could go.

“Ready?”

“Just a second,” Loki said. He shifted, his lean arms moving. Hands touched Mobius’ sleeves, trailing upwards.

Fingers danced across his shoulders, then moved up his neck.

Mobius stared across at Loki, watching how even in the dim light he could see his face soften, his eyes brighten.

Then Loki’s palms touched his cheek, cupping his face, and he was pulled forwards.

The first brush of their lips together was divine. Mobius let out a small whimper, one of his hands grabbing onto Loki’s hip for stability.

The second touch had Mobius surrender, letting Loki lead the kiss, tilting his head so their lips met more easily.

Each gentle press, each swipe of Loki’s tongue inside his mouth, it had Mobius falling apart. The only anchor was the firm grip of hands keeping him from falling into the abyss.

Time was always meaningless in the TVA, but in this moment it no longer existed. Nothing could ever live up to this feeling of having Loki’s lips on his.

He chased those soft lips as they parted. Loki chucked softly, wearing a fond smile and pressing their foreheads together.

“Now, I’m ready.”

Mobius didn’t even look at the TemPad while he pressed the button, his eyes held firmly by Loki’s.

Below them, an orange door began to form, but just before they fell down through it, Loki whispered, “I know you like me crying, Mobius. Maybe if we get more time, I’ll cry for you and you alone.”

The sly grin on Loki’s face was all Mobius saw as they slipped through into whatever awaited them next.

#loki series #lokius #loki #mobius #loki x mobius #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #wowki #time husbands #time frost #cw: dacryphilia #cw: kink #my fic

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ofduskanddreams · 6 months

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Okay, everyone. I'm feeling very tempted to whip something Azris out for Kinktober but I could use some assistance deciding what they will be doing.

Yes. I am asking you to drop kinks and/or kinky scenario suggestions in my inbox this afternoon please and thank you (anon is very okay if you prefer it.) Let's see if anything sparks.

While I do have a handful of limits of things I won't write, they are few and far between so hit me with your best shot, do not shy away from what you may perceive as depraved--suggestions can walk the line with safe, cross the line with sane, and be dubiously consensual if you wish.

#let's have some fun #azris #azris fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #cw: kink #cw: dubcon

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alien-substance · 5 months

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I honestly thought my shoe kink was just about fancy shoes + leather boots but I watched the special episode of Doc Who last night and I have never wanted to lick the bottoms of a pair of converse so bad in my LIFE

#shoe kink #shoes #cw: kink #not tagging this with any fandom or anything so people don't have to be assaulted by me being a strange little creachure #but if anyone has that picture of Fourteen with his feet kicked up on a box I'd like that very much please and thank you

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neurosismancer · 2 years

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DS9 Characters: Are they kinky, and if so, how

Sisko: Ben isn't that kinky, but is down to play. He leans submissive because he's in charge all day and the bedroom is one of the few times he gets to relinquish control, but he isn't afraid to be a dom when that's what his partner needs. His baseball skills make him great with impact toys.

Kira: Nerys is at least kink-curious but refuses to admit it, even to herself. When she finally gets with Odo, she at least opens up to exploring some of her more interesting desires, but even that's kept pretty dang tame.

Dax: Dax is kink embodied. After all those lifetimes, all those experiences, how could she not be? Dax is kinky, Dax is a switch, Dax is vers. Jadzia leans dominant and is a brat tamer. Ezri leans submissive but is a bit of a mommydom when she does go dominant.

Worf: Worf, like a lo of Klingon males, is a sub. More to the point, Worf is a brat and a bossy bottom. He longs to be tamed by a strong, powerful woman, and Jadzia is more than happy to oblige. Of course, he'd never admit this in public.

Bashir: Julian is a kink nerd. He's read all the books, he has a list of stuff he wants to try, he has a list of secret holosuite programs at Quark's, but he's never ever done anything kinky with another sentient organism in his life. He can't even broach the subject with anyone he's been in a sexual relationship with.

Garak: Kinky and switchy, but not into pain—giving or receiving. He's done enough of that professionally. Instead, Garak loves power dynamics and mind games, especially where he's in charge. He has a tendency to blow past boundaries, though.

O'Brien: Miles O'Brien is probably the least kinky human in Starfleet, if not the entire Alpha Quadrant. Miles is absolutely a missionary position in the dark kind of guy and doesn't feel any need to make sex more complicated than that.

Keiko: Keiko is a little kinky, and would love to have a menage a troi with Kira and Miles. She also knows Miles wouldn't have anything to do with it though, and that's a huge source of frustration. If she didn't have an image to maintain as a teacher, she'd be a regular customer of Quark's holosuites.

Odo: Like Sisko, Odo prefers to take the submissive role since he's always in charge during the rest of his time. Of course he doesn't get many opportunities to explore that side of himself until he finally gets with Kira. He's willing to try almost anything with her but Kira tends to keep it simple. Not that Odo minds.

Quark: Quark is a dom, but he's a terrible dom. Not physically abusive—any Dabo girl could kick his ass and he knows it—but he never respects boundaries or safewords.

Rom: Total submissive. Leeta has him wrapped around her little finger and both love it.

Leeta: Leeta is a mommydom. She's gentle, but firm with her submissive, and love to encourage and supports whatever kinky adventures Rom tries to do with her.

Morn: The kinkiest. Morn is into everything, even shit that Dax would blush at. He's a total gentleman about it, though, even if he tends not to shut up about his kink experiences.

#cw: kink #star trek deep space 9 #st: ds9 #ds9

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